Since Shaolin wanted to leave the bodies of Xuan Ci and the three of them for proper burial, Murong Fu didn't care about this matter, and took away the corpses of relatives and friends, as well as Xiao Feng's corpse and jade statue with Qunxiong.

Seeing this big opponent who was solved by himself before he knew the truth, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

He didn't want to be an enemy of Xiao Feng, thinking that the other party was always going to die, although he killed him, he also retained his position, and he would not end up in the situation where the world was abandoned in the ending of the original book and there was nowhere to stay.

The group descended the mountain and rested in a wide area.

Murong Fu also took this opportunity to select a speaker from the various factions and domains of the heroes, and in the future, he only needs to be responsible for dispatching these people, and they will be responsible for communicating the allies of the Martial Arts Alliance in all regions. ✤✫

This can also save a lot of effort for Murong Fu, the alliance leader.

Now that the movements of the Liao State are not known, Murong Fu decided that each faction should go back to bury the relatives and friends who were killed in the Battle of Shaolin, and wait until he found out whether the Liao State had any intention of invading the Song Dynasty, and then convened the heroes to discuss countermeasures.

Everyone had no objections, saying that no matter how far or north they were, as long as Murong Fu gave an order, they would inevitably rush to help.

Murong Fu bowed down to thank everyone, and then made a bloody alliance with more than a dozen people, and used this as proof under the witness of the world's heroes.

After all this was done, everyone parted ways.

Before leaving, Murong Fu said that if there were serious injuries that were difficult to treat, they could go to Juxianzhuang with the You family, and Doctor Xue would treat them for free.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Murong Fu took Ah Zi and the four ministers back to the inn, and in addition to Ding Chunqiu and his disciples, Gu Mozhi and the Duan family also followed.

Murong Fu didn't pay attention to Ding Chunqiu, nor did he care about Duan Zhengchun's family, but glanced at Gu Mozhi, who understood and entered the room with him to meet alone.

"The master came to Shaolin today, shouldn't he come to see the excitement?"

Murong Fu sat on the table and looked at Gu Mo Zhidao curiously.

"Murong Gongzi, there has been preliminary progress in the matter of your explanation of the little monk!"

After Gu Mozhi saw the battle between Murong Fu and the sweeping monk on Shaomu Mountain, the fear of him in his heart had turned into a deep fear.

"Oh? I wonder which prince of your country the master has chosen? ”

Murong Fu asked.

"It's Prince Zongzan, although this person is foolish, he has no scheming and is easy to control!"

Kuma Chido.

Now there are only a few tribes and tribes left in Tibet, and they are no longer as strong as the Tang Dynasty, and his status as a national teacher is almost second only to the king, and it is not difficult to support a prince to ascend to the throne.

"Prince Zongzan? Not bad......"

Murong Fu thought of the Hanhan prince who recruited relatives in Western Xia, if he wanted to support a puppet to take the throne, the other party would be more suitable.

"Everything will be done according to the master's ideas, and in a short period of time, there is no need for the master to help, just assist this prince to ascend the throne."

Murong Fu also knew that the Tubo Kingdom was now declining to the point of being on par with Dali, but no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat, and with his current situation, he would not be able to pick and choose.

After Gu Mozhi said that he understood, he told Murong Fu some details before leaving.

Murong Fu asked Gu Mozhi to call Ding Chunqiu in by the way.

Ding Chunqiu came to the room, looked at Murong Fu with a slightly complicated gaze, and saw that there was no one around, a cold evil smile flashed on his face, and he sneered: "Master, how are you doing lately?" ”

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "What do you call me?" ”

"Master, you don't have to hide it from the disciple, where did the disciple's white hair come from, the disciple fully understood it when Murong Fu entered the wooden house that day!"

Ding Chunqiu sneered, but the words he said made Murong Fu shudder a little.

"Hehe, it turns out that this old thief also wanted to get on you?"

Murong Fu was reminded of bad memories, and his face became extremely gloomy.

"What? You...... You're not him? How is this possible? ”

When Ding Chunqiu heard Murong Fu's words, he seemed to realize something, and he was so frightened that he stumbled to the ground, speechless in a daze.

"That old thief has been killed by me, tell me what you know!"

While Murong Fu felt a trace of palpitations, he also had a trace of curiosity about Ding Chunqiu's words just now.

Ding Chunqiu said in a trembling voice: "You...... Are you really not an old thief? ”

Murong Fu sneered: "If I were the old thief without a cliff, would you still have a life today?" ”

Ding Chunqiu gradually came back to his senses from the brief shock, hesitated for a moment, and then told the story of the year.

Back then, he worshiped under the master Wuyazi, and he learned a lot of clever martial arts, but he was not greedy enough, and he always knew that the master still had the most powerful martial arts called the Northern Shengong, because the senior brother Su Xinghe was obsessed with the side door, he was really not good at martial arts.

As a result, Ding Chunqiu has been learning this magic skill from his master Wu Yazi, but Wu Yazi will refuse every time on the grounds of his lack of heart.

Ding Chunqiu hated this, so he figured out a set of Dafa for transforming his martial arts, but who expected that Wuyazi would be furious when he saw it, scolded him, and even threatened to abolish his martial arts.

Just when Ding Chunqiu was arguing with his reasoning, and even started to move, Wu Yazi somehow, suddenly clasped his hand at his top door fiercely, at that moment, Ding Chunqiu only felt that his soul was about to float out of his body, and his black hair turned white in an instant, if it weren't for his uncle Li Qiushui's timely action, he knocked Wu Yazi off the cliff, I am afraid that his life will also be explained there.

As for why his uncle Li Qiushui wanted to save himself, Ding Chunqiu didn't know it at first, until Li Qiushui took a baby girl and let him raise it.

Because Ding Chunqiu was grateful for Li Qiushui's life-saving grace and feared her martial arts, he raised the girl until she was sixteen years old, and sent her to a family surnamed Wang in Gusu before going to the Western Regions to establish the Xingzhu faction.

In this way, it can be regarded as repaying Li Qiushui's life-saving grace.

Murong Fu looked at Ding Chunqiu's white hair, and thought to himself that even the ninety-year-old Wuyazi had black hair, and Su Xinghe was much older than Ding Chunqiu, but his hair was not so pale that it turned out to be the same as his own experience.

However, compared to Wu Yazi wanting to take away himself, what he used on Ding Chunqiu may be similar to the magic power of devouring souls and Shouyuan, after all, Wu Yazi was only in his fifties at that time, and there was no reason to take away Ding Chunqiu, who was only half younger than him, before his skills reached his full strength.

Regarding why Ding Chunqiu was not allowed to practice poisonous skills, according to Murong Fu's guess, maybe Wu Yazi also regarded Ding Chunqiu as a target for taking away, so he didn't want to be highly poisonous after taking away, people were not like people, and ghosts were not like ghosts!

After figuring out the trick of this, Murong Fu suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Ding Chunqiu.