In the main hall of Lingjiu Palace, standing behind Li Zhige was the plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum sword attendant.
Looking at the leaders of the nine heavenly tribes below, Li Zhige locked his eyes on a woman in her thirties wearing red clothes, and said calmly, "I am about to leave Lingjiu Palace. After I leave, Lingjiu Palace will All affairs will be handled by Chi Tianbu Chili for the time being. Do you have any objections?"
"My subordinates have no objections and will obey the Lord's orders."
Li Zhige nodded, turned around and left with Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Ju.
Li Zhige came down the mountain. At Mandala Villa outside Gusu City, Murong Fu held the secret book of Beiming Magic Skills that he had asked for from Li Qingluo. His eyes glowed with ambition and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
Li Qingluo looked at Murong Fu who was looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, with disdain on his face, and whispered to Wang Yuyan beside him, "Silly daughter, this Murong Fu is so focused on restoring his country that he doesn't even have you in his heart. Can't you tell?"
Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu longingly, shook her head and said, "Mom, don't talk about my cousin like that. Restoring the country is my cousin's biggest wish. Since I like my cousin, I should support him. My cousin promised me that I will wait for a while. After he succeeded in restoring the country, he made me the queen and refused to accept any other concubines."
Li Qingluo sneered, "Silly daughter, do you believe this? Look at Murong Fu, who is so lofty and ambitious. How can he be destined to be an emperor?"
Wang Yuyan did not refute her mother, but just looked at Murong Fu longingly and thought to herself, 'Cousin, others don't believe you, but Yuyan believes in you. Even if others don't support you, Yuyan will always support you. ’
Murong Fu was keenly aware of the disdain in Li Qingluo's eyes. He took the secret book and walked up to Li Qingluo. His eyes were sincere and he spoke decisively, "Auntie, I know you don't like me, Murong Fu, but it doesn't matter. Murong Fu still wants to Thank you. I, Murong Fu, will one day prove to you that I can restore Dayan and make my cousin the queen."
Li Qingluo couldn't deny it, but the disdain in her eyes subsided a bit.
Wang Yuyan took two steps forward, held Murong Fu's arm, and said with a worried expression, "Cousin, Li Zhige is as powerful as the devil because he practiced the Beiming Magic Technique. Do you really want to copy the Beiming Magic Technique to Jiumozhi?" That great monk? Cousin, please listen to my advice, Jiumozhi is really not a good person."
A cold smile appeared on Murong Fu's face, "Cousin, who told you that I was going to copy the Beiming Divine Art to Jiumozhi?"
"What about you, cousin?"
Facing Wang Yuyan who was full of doubts, Murong Fu sneered and said, "You are not a gentleman if you are too petty, and you are not a husband if you are not poisonous. I will not give in to him and promised to copy the Beiming Divine Art to him. How could he follow me to Gusu obediently?" ?”
"The art of war is all about fictitiousness and reality, and war is never tired of deceit. I think I, Murong Fu, is familiar with military books. Why should he, a monk who reads Buddhist scriptures, fight with me?"
Wang Yuyan let go of Murong Fu's arm and took a few steps back calmly, a little scared.
What Wang Yuyan likes is her ambitious and confident cousin, not the ambitious, cunning and cunning cousin in front of her.
Murong Fu didn't notice the change in Wang Yuyan's mentality. His eyes were cold and he walked out of the room with the secret book.
A few days later, candles were burning in the dim hut of Shenhe Village, and Prime Minister Jiumozhi was solemnly sitting cross-legged on the bed, knocking on wooden fish.
Squeak!
The wooden door was pushed open. Jiumozhi suddenly opened his eyes and asked Murong Fu eagerly, "Mr. Murong, have you brought good news to the young monk?"
Jiumozhi was so focused on the secrets of Beiming's magical skills that he did not notice Murong Fu's sloppy steps, as if he had abandoned all his skills.
After Murong Fu walked into the house, he took out a book, smiled at Jiumozhi and said, "My aunt is really difficult to deal with. I begged her hard for more than a month, pestered her, and tried every means to get her to leave." Give me the secret book of Beiming Magic."
"National Master, I have not disappointed you. I will give you the secret book, and you have to persuade the Lord of Tubo to give me a fiefdom and lend me soldiers and horses."
With that said, Murong Fu placed the book on the table.
Jiumozhi's eyes flashed, he stood up from the bed, smiled at Murong Fu and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Murong, I am a monk, so I won't lie to you."
Jiumozhi was also an old man. He carefully watched Murong Fu before opening the book.
After opening the book and reading two pages, Jiumozhi's eyes were wild and he turned the book faster. From time to time, he dipped his fingers in saliva to make it easier to read.
Swish, swish, swish, the sound of turning pages of books kept resounding in the dim cabin. Jiumozhi said with excitement on his face, "Really, it's true! This is really the secret book of Beiming's magical skills. Mr. Murong really believes in it!"
"As long as the Imperial Master is satisfied."
The dim candlelight reflected Murong Fu's cold eyes and his handsome face that was smiling but not smiling.
Before Jiumozhi finished flipping through the book, Jiumozhi felt dizzy and several figures of Murong Fu appeared in front of his eyes.
"Murong Fu, you don't keep your word and you want to harm me?"
With a bang, Jiumozhi slapped the table with his palm, smashing the solid wood table into pieces. The originally solemn face of the Prime Minister turned black.
Murong Fu laughed wildly, "Master of the State, Master of the State, you are still the Master of the Tubo State, how can you be so naive? You want the secret book of the Beiming Magic Technique, and I will give it to you. But I don't want the Tubo State's fiefdom, nor the Tubo State's soldiers and horses. I only want your skills!"
Jiumozhi calmed down, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Murong, your father and I are close friends, and he is also your uncle. You can't harm me."
Murong Fu's eyes were cold, "Great monk, you still want to take advantage of me now? Do you think I don't know that you are stalling for time and want to use your power to drive away poison?"
"To tell you the truth, the poison I tempered on the pages of the book is extremely poisonous, and no matter how powerful you are, you can't get rid of it!"
"Give me your skills obediently!"
With that said, Murong Fu stepped forward, pressed his palm on Jiumozhi's heavenly spirit cover, and frantically absorbed the true energy from Jiumozhi's body.
As Murong Fu succeeded, Jiumozhi's whole body trembled like an electric shock.
Half an hour later, Murong Fu withdrew his palm and clenched his fist with satisfaction. Feeling the energy filling his Dantian again, Murong Fu showed an intoxicating smile on his face.
Jiumozhi was drained of all his energy and lay limply on the ground. He looked at Murong Fu with complex eyes and said in a cold voice, "Murong Fu, if you dare to kill me, Tubo will only let you go, and the Tantric Sect will not let you go." I won’t let you go!”
Murong Fu turned to look at Jiumozhi and sneered, "Do you think I will be afraid of the Tubo Kingdom, or do you think I will be afraid of the Tantric Sect? When I absorb more power, I will destroy your Tubo Kingdom together!"
Looking at Murong Fu in front of him, Jiumozhi closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Injustice, injustice! From now on, the world will usher in a catastrophe, and I don't know how many people will suffer. Buddha, my disciples are guilty!"
"Since you are guilty, then go to the Buddha's throne to repent. I will send you there!"
Murong Fu killed Jiumozhi with one palm and looked up to the sky and laughed, "Not enough, not enough, one Jiumozhi is not enough! When I drain the power of everyone in the world, when I drain the power of Li Zhige, then The devil is no longer Li Zhige, but me, Murong Fu!"
"At that time, who else can stop me from returning to the country?"
Murong Fu looked crazy, and his wild laughter echoed in Shenhe Village. He walked out of the house and walked first to the place where the subordinates of Shenhe Village lived.
