At the court of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Huan looked at the ministers below, and said, "Aiqings, do you think Murong Fu has a chance of winning?"

"Go back, Your Majesty, I heard that Murong Fu was chased by King Jinlun and fled everywhere."

"It's only been half a year, how could it be the opponent's rival?" Qin Hui said disdainfully.

The Eight Sages frowned slightly and asked back, "Since you clearly know that Murong Fu is not the opponent of King Jinlun, why do you still insist that His Majesty agree?"

"Peace is the most important thing in everything. Murong Fu killed the disciple of King Jinlun, and we always have to give each other a chance to avenge." Qin Hui said indifferently.

The Eight Sages stared at Qin Hui, and said warmly, "What's your reasoning? Knowing that Murong Fu was defeated by King Jinlun, you asked His Majesty to agree earlier? Are you trying to kill Murong Fu on purpose?"

"What's the reason?" Qin Hui asked indifferently:

"The Yuan people have just wiped out 200,000 Ming troops, and now they are in full swing."

"If at this time, they offend them for the sake of a trifle, what if they use this excuse to send troops?"

The many ministers present turned ugly when they heard that Yuan Guo sent troops.

"What Qin Xiang said is reasonable, and Yuan Guo can't offend him."

"Yes, yes, sacrificing a Murong Fu in exchange for the peace of our country is worth it, very worthwhile."

"Qin Xiang is so wise!"

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The Eight Sages clenched his hands tightly when he heard everyone talking like this, feeling extremely distressed in his heart.

He knew that relying on himself alone would not be able to change the situation in Song country. He looked up at Zhao Huan and reminded:

"Your Majesty, Murong Fu Huating has done a great job in defending the city, and he has done a lot of damage to the 50,000-strong Dongying army. He has done a great job to our country in Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Huan glanced at the Eight Sages and then at Qin Hui and the ministers, and sighed:

"What Qin Xiang said is reasonable, and we can't put our people in the midst of war just because of one."

"I have ordered Murong Fu to go to the capital before the Chinese Festival on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and fight against King Jinlun." Zhao Huan ordered.

"But..." The Eight Sages still wanted to argue, but Zhao Huan didn't listen at all.

"This matter is so settled, the Eight Sage Kings don't need to say more."

Zhao Huan raised his hand to stop the Eight Sages from speaking:

"I'm not a cool person either, so I told Murong Fu the decree."

"As long as he wants, I will give him what he wants. If he doesn't die, I will make him King of Yan."

The Eight Sages shook his head, and he could only shout in his heart, that's all!

When Qin Hui saw this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty, wise."

Zhao Huan said indifferently: "If there is nothing to do, the court will go away."

The ministers bowed and saluted and sent Zhao Huan away.

At the same time, the two eunuchs rode fast horses and ran towards Gusu.

That evening, Murong Fuzheng chatted with Wang Yuyan.

Suddenly I heard a few hurried footsteps, and when I looked back, it turned out to be Deng Baichuan, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Huh? Brother Deng, why are you back? Didn't you help Yinmeng in Luoyang?"

Deng Baichuan said anxiously, "Young Master, it's not good!"

"Huh? Could it be that there is a problem in Luoyang?" Murong Fu still didn't know about the battle with King Jinlun.

Therefore, I can only think that Huajing has a problem because of a dream.

"Master, it's not because of Mrs. Meng's accident, but because of you."

Deng Baichuan also ignored Wang Yuyan's presence, and hurriedly shook his head to tell the story.

"King Jinlun gave me a letter of war?"

Murong Fu suddenly felt absurd, the other party was a senior after all, and he actually gave a letter to one of his juniors.

The key is that he is afraid of fighting, and runs to the emperor of Song to do things.

It's really shameless.

Deng Baichuan suggested: "Young Master, while the court people are not here, you should hurry up and hide."

Tibetan?

Where can you hide?

If he escaped at this time, wouldn't it be just right to give those who have the heart an excuse to harm him?

It's just that King Jinlun's strength is too strong, he actually has the power of nine bulls and two tigers, almost 20,000 kilograms.

It is said that the Dragon-Elephant Prajna gong, the strength of this person will increase exponentially with each level of improvement.

Now it seems that the ancients did not deceive me.

Wang Yuyan also persuaded: "Cousin, I think what Brother Deng said is reasonable."

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and it doesn't matter if he hides once or twice."

Murong Fu pondered for a moment, and his mind was constantly consolidating right and wrong.

"Ding, then here comes the problem."

"One, it is great wisdom to seek good luck and avoid evil. Reward: the full version of the Nine Yin Sutra."

"Second, it is used to fight against powerful enemies, and the reward: Nine Remnants Regeneration Pill."

Ok?

The full version of the Nine Yin Sutra?

Although this thing is good, it is not of much use to Murong Fu.

He now has several top-level exercises, which are not only sufficient, but also so many that he has difficulty choosing.

It's useless if you don't choose!

The Nine Residual Regeneration Pill can make a person regenerate a severed limb like a new life.

Murong Fu's eyes lit up, this is a baby.

Especially for eunuchs, it is absolutely priceless. But now Yang Guo is still young.

Otherwise, it shouldn't be a big problem to use this medicine pill and play with his big eagle.

burn one's boats?

Murong Fu felt that it was fine, even though Falun Dafa King Jinlun had now become a great master.

But it's not that easy to kill yourself.

The big deal is to just admit defeat.

However, it seems that the battle of life and death did not admit defeat.

Wang Yuyan said anxiously, "Cousin, why don't you speak?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I'm wondering if I can beat the monk Jinlun Dharma King."

"Cousin, although you have made great progress in the past six months, if you want to deal with the Great Grandmaster, I'm afraid you don't have any chance of winning." Wang Yuyan said seriously.

Murong Fu nodded: "Grandmaster can take advantage of the power of heaven and earth, I understand that."

The sword without flowers that year has already touched the threshold of the great master.

How terrifying, he knew clearly in his heart.

"However, I am confident that I will not die after five months."

Deng Baichuan looked at Murong Fu in disbelief: "Master, don't you think, take the gauntlet?"

"Well, I can't avoid this battle."

Murong Fu knew that he could lose, he could lose, but avoiding the battle would definitely not work.

Once the prestige he finally built up collapses, it will bury a pimple in people's hearts.

If you want to pick it up again, you will pay hundreds of times the price.

His heart was lost, and his dream of founding a country was shattered.

"Master, you..." Deng Baichuan gritted his teeth, and would rather give death advice to change Murong Fu's mind.

Seeing that Murong Fu seemed very confident, Wang Yuyan sighed and interrupted Deng Baichuan:

"Brother Deng, since cousin wants to go, let him go."

"But..." Deng Baichuan looked at Wang Yuyan puzzled, not understanding why she gave up.

Wang Yuyan shook her head and said, "Don't worry, if my cousin dies, I will never live alone."

"Madam!" Murong Fu was so moved that he took Wang Yuyan's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will never have an accident, and I will never let you die."

Deng Baichuan knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion, and sighed heavily: "Subordinate, swear to the death to advance and retreat together with Young Master!"