"Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
This time it was Murong Bo's turn to be surprised.
The best swordsmanship in the world that he wanted but couldn't get was now used by Lu Qingyun.
"Are you a descendant of the Duan family in Dali?"
Murong Bo's figure landed on the ground, his eyes looking first at Lu Qingyun.
"What? Are you scared?"
Lu Qingyun curled his lips disdainfully.
"Are I afraid of the Duan family in Dali? Even if that old guy Kurong is here, I will still kill him! You little beast, you can't even think of walking out of Shaoshi Mountain alive today!"
Murong Bo shook his robe, and his true energy surged throughout his body.
"My dear nephew, you and Feng'er have been friends for eight years. As long as I'm here, this coquettish fox can't do anything to you!"
Xiao Yuanshan lifted the gray scarf, revealing a face that was very similar to Xiao Feng, and walked to Lu Qingyun.
"It turns out you are my eldest brother's father. My nephew has met his uncle."
Lu Qingyun saluted Xiao Yuanshan with a smile on his face.
Murong Bo did not expect that Lu Qingyun and Xiao Feng were sworn brothers, so he frowned when he saw Xiao Yuanshan interfering.
Lu Qingyun's strength is already on par with him, and Xiao Yuanshan makes him feel a little troublesome.
"Xuanci, you can tell me now how to explain."
Xiao Yuanshan looked at Xuanci with cold eyes.
"Amitabha, that's good. I knew I would have to face this day."
Xuanci sighed and looked at Murong Bo instead, "Donor Murong, why did you do this in the first place?"
A smile appeared on Murong Bo's face.
"That's because you are stupid and so fooled. You always have a disgusting attitude of being superior to others and pitying others."
"you!"
Xuanci didn't expect that in his eyes, he would be such a person.
He took a deep breath and said, "Donor Murong, I have been teased by you and admitted it even in the applause. Why should I hide it anymore at this time?"
"Murong Bo, we will settle our grudges later. I am also interested in hearing why you instigated this bald donkey to deal with me back then."
Xiao Yuanshan stared with burning eyes.
Lu Qingyun is very interested. Murong Bo's reason must be to restore the country, but the current timeline is very different from the original work, and there must be other contents in it.
"Okay, today has to come to an end anyway, I will tell you the whole story."
Murong Bo came to the broken tree, raised his palm, and slashed it diagonally. The trunk, which was a few meters thick, was divided into two parts.
"Burning wood sword technique!"
Xuanji cried out.
Murong Bo showed a proud smile on his face, stretched out one finger to point at the tree trunk, and then pinched it with two fingers.
Soon a low stool was made.
"One Finger Zen Technique! Powerful Vajra Finger!"
Xuanji continued.
Murong Bo flicked his fingers and the low stool flew in front of Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan stretched out his palm, and his five fingers turned into claws and clasped it tightly.
"Iron finger elasticity, Shaolin dragon grip. How could he have so many Shaolin stunts?!"
Xuanji looked at Xuanci with some confusion.
Without much effort, the other two low stools were ready and spread out in front of Xuanci and Xuanji respectively.
It was obvious that Lu Qingyun and Zhang Wuji were not qualified to sit on the low stool in Murong Bo's eyes.
The two of them were not angry and sat on the floor.
"I want to tell a story, everyone else should go down the mountain."
In Murong Bo's eyes, only these five people at the peak were qualified to listen to him.
"Come down, don't stop me from listening to the story."
Lu Qingyun waved towards the Mingjiao, Hengshan Sect, and Huashan Sect.
Naturally, Hengshan and Huashan didn't say much and left honestly one by one.
After Yang Xiao and Zhang Wuji looked at each other, they greeted the Mingjiao followers and left.
"You guys should go down the mountain too. Murong Bo can't run away!"
Xuanji waved his hand towards Stick Monk.
It was not time for a cup of tea, and only seven people were left on the top of the hill.
Murong Bo cleared his throat and glanced at everyone with a haughty expression.
"I am a descendant of the Xianbei nobles, and my ancestor Murong Chui was the emperor of Dayan. However, after Dayan destroyed the country, the Murong clan moved to the south of the Yangtze River near Taihu Lake."
At this point, Murong Bo's eyes darkened.
"It's amazing that our ancestors were emperors!"
Lu Qingyun curled his lips, very unconvinced, and searched in his mind whether there was any emperor named Lu in the past.
It's a pity that in his knowledge reserve, he really doesn't know anyone named Lu who has been emperor.
(The author also checked, and it seems that there is no emperor named Lu.)
"Humph, the Yan Kingdom has been destroyed for so many years, and the few remaining members of the Murong clan still want to restore the country. This is just a fool's dream. You should wake up from your dream of being an emperor."
Lu Qingyun taunted.
Murong Bo was furious and stared at Lu Qingyun fiercely, "What does Huangkou kid know! Our Murong clan will soon be able to successfully restore our country!"
Lu Qingyun picked his ears and said, "Come here, tell me how you will restore the country, so that I can be happy!"
Xuanci persuaded: "Donor Lu, please be patient and let Donor Murong continue."
There was disdain in Xiao Yuanshan's tone. A major event like restoring the country cannot be accomplished by words. Murong Bo alone would never succeed.
"My dear nephew, listen to what he said. I also want to know what the connection between Murong Bo's revival of the Yan Kingdom and the murder of my family is."
"Don't worry, there's still time."
Murong Bo had a weird smile on his lips and looked at Zhang Wuji.
"This matter has to start with Master Zhang's Ming Cult."
The Mongolian court imposed exorbitant taxes and divided people into three, six or nine grades.
The highest rulers are the Mongols in the first class, the Semu people in the second class, the Han people in the third class, and the Central Plains people in the west.
In order to maintain the ruling privileges of the Mongolian aristocracy and weaken the resistance of various ethnic groups, the Yuan Dynasty adopted a policy of divided ethnic oppression.
The Han people in the Central Plains became the lowest ethnic group and were greatly oppressed. The people could no longer survive, so they naturally wanted to resist.
During this period, Yang Dingtian became the leader of Mingjiao and began to organize a rebel army to fight against the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty.
Every time the Mongolian and Yuan court sent troops to suppress it, they were always repulsed. After some inquiries, they finally found out.
The ranks of the rebels are filled with a large number of martial arts masters from the Central Plains.
They climbed over eaves and walls, fighting one against a hundred. With these martial arts masters around, no matter how many troops are sent, it will be difficult to extinguish them.
In order to deal with these Central Plains warriors, the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty specially organized a plan targeting the Central Plains martial arts.
The first leader of this plan was King Ruyang.
At the beginning of preparations to deal with the Central Plains warriors, a hero appeared in the Khitan tribe. He was Yelu Hongji.
He unified the scattered Khitan people and formed a large force, which had a tendency to break away from the control of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty.
King Ruyang naturally shifted his focus to the Khitans, but the imperial army had long been scattered all over the world, and it was impossible to deploy a counter-rebellion army to deal with the Khitans.
There is no good way to eliminate or delay the Khitan rebellion.
Unexpectedly, Murong Bo came to the door and said that he had a plan that could delay the Khitan rebellion and consume the power of the Central Plains martial arts.
If this plan is completed, the Mongolian and Yuan court will allocate a piece of land to him.
