Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

It seems that the only heroes in the world are Benefactor Yue and this humble monk!

Dang rang~

Murong Fu's longsword fell to the ground, and he muttered dejectedly, "I...I've been defeated just like that..."

An endless bitterness welled up in my heart.

He couldn't even beat Kumārajīva, let alone have the face to attack Yue Zhuoqun!

If you can't even preserve your family's secret techniques, how can you expect to revive the Great Yan Dynasty?

In an instant, all his pride and superiority vanished, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Son!"

When Azhu and Abi saw this, they couldn't help but go forward to help.

"Get out of here!"

However, Murong Fu pushed the two women away, and they staggered and fell backward.

"Ah~"

Azhu and Abi cried out involuntarily, but the next second their bodies were embraced by Yue Zhuoqun.

This scene, witnessed by Murong Fu, intensified his sorrow and anger: "You two colluded with outsiders, causing the Murong family's secret techniques to be leaked to outsiders. Get out of here, you are no longer members of the Murong family!"

"Young master, you..." Before they could finish speaking, tears welled up in the eyes of both women.

My heart is filled with endless sorrow and grievances, yet I cannot express them.

"I am not your young master, get out!" Murong Fu roared again.

Yue Zhuoqun frowned.

Murong Fu is a man with great ambitions but no ability. If A'Zhu and A'Bi stay by his side, they will not have a good ending. It is indeed better for them to leave.

"You two come with me!"

Without waiting for the two women's consent, he grabbed their arms and forcibly took them away.

Seeing this, Kumārajīva and Duan Yu quickly followed.

Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and the other three generals were furious, but they could only watch helplessly as they left.

“Young master, this is just a temporary setback. You must not be discouraged,” Deng Baichuan said.

Murong Fu took a deep breath and waved his hand dejectedly: "Brother Deng, you four should leave too. I want to be alone!"

The four of them sighed inwardly and left silently.

Chapter 133 Wealthy and Generous

Yue Zhuoqun rowed the boat to take Kumārajīva and Duan Yu ashore.

Kumārajīva took a deep breath, and Yue Zhuoqun, reluctant to part, performed a Buddhist salute: "Benefactor Yue, this humble monk is about to head to Shaolin. You must not forget our promise!"

Yue Zhuoqun, who possessed countless unique skills, was a treasure trove in his eyes.

Even though he couldn't have her, just being by her side made him feel fulfilled. Now that she's leaving, he's actually starting to feel a little reluctant to part with her.

"Master, please go with peace of mind. As long as you can find the secret manuals I mentioned, I will definitely exchange them with you!"

"Alright!" Kumārajīva was finally relieved and turned to call Duan Yu to leave.

Duan Yu looked at the stern of the boat and saw the sorrowful faces of A Zhu and A Bi. He felt a surge of pity and instinctively wanted to comfort them, but seeing Yue Zhuoqun standing in front of him, he was too embarrassed to do so. He could only clasp his hands in a fist and palm salute to Yue Zhuoqun and say, "Brother Yue, we'll meet again."

Yue Zhuoqun nodded with a strange smile.

Duan Yu was willing to stay by Kumārajīva's side to bravely pursue his love for Li Qiushui.

The plot has now taken a turn towards Grandma's house.

After the two figures disappeared into the distance, Yue Zhuoqun turned around and sat down next to A Zhu and A Bi.

"Murong Fu's heart is filled with the dream of restoring his kingdom, but he doesn't consider that restoring a kingdom requires accumulating wealth, recruiting civil and military officials, forging weapons and armor, and training an army. Even if he has these conditions, he still needs enough luck to ensure that he won't be destroyed by the court's suppression. But he plunges headlong into the martial arts world to win over martial artists, hoping to borrow power from other countries. Is that even possible?"

Azhu and Abi paused for a moment, but did not speak.

Abi was naive and innocent, and had never thought about these issues.

A'Zhu, being more astute, had long seen through Murong Fu's impractical behavior, but as a mere maid, how could she possibly persuade him?

“His empty dream will eventually shatter. The two of you staying by his side is more of a curse than a blessing. It’s better to leave. Don’t be too sad.”

In the story, Murong Fu's dream is shattered, and he becomes an idiot, still fantasizing that he is the emperor.

Let's not talk about A'Zhu's death because of Qiao Feng.

Abi has always been by Murong Fu's side, but isn't it pitiful to take care of a fool?

It should be noted that Murong Fu never cared about either of them; he was even willing to abandon his cousin for the sake of restoring his kingdom.

They are not worth their unwavering devotion.

However, Yue Zhuoqun knew that it was unrealistic to expect the two women to recover from their grief in a short time, so he didn't try to persuade them any further.

"Let's go, I'll take you all for a walk to relax."

Azhu's eyes flickered, a warmth spreading through her heart. She couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

"Look at the camellias!"

"You...you're going to Mantuo Manor?" Abi also raised her head, staring intently at Yue Zhuoqun's back as he rowed the boat.

"clever!"

The two women's expressions changed; Madam Wang of Mantuo Manor was not easy to get along with.

Anyone who dared to trespass on Mantuo Manor or anyone whom Madam Wang disliked was chopped up and used as fertilizer.

Canhezhuang and Mantuoshanzhuang are not far apart, and they rarely go there.

Subconsciously, she wanted to persuade Yue Zhuoqun not to take the risk, but considering that the other party was so skilled in martial arts and had such a domineering personality, she was not afraid of Madam Wang at all.

However, the two of them were quite pleased with themselves.

Just to help them relax, we went to Mantuo Villa to see the camellias. We've never been treated with such care before!

Yue Zhuoqun used his internal strength to power the oars, and each time he pushed the boat forward, it could travel more than ten meters at a very fast speed.

In just one hour, they arrived at another secluded island.

This island in the lake is quite large, and from a distance it is a riot of colors, with the fragrance of flowers carried on the breeze.

The datura flower, originally a camellia from Dali, was planted all over this small island by Madam Wang.

Because she missed Duan Zhengchun, she hired many florists and carefully tended the flowers, gazing at them every day and thinking of him.

Yue Zhuoqun and his two companions climbed onto the small island and strolled through the sea of ​​flowers, with butterflies fluttering all around. A Zhu and A Bi's mood improved considerably.

The two women were admiring the beautiful scenery, while Yue Zhuoqun's gaze swept over the surroundings, searching for the location of the Langhuan Jade Cave.

After turning the corner of the path, a pavilion came into view.

A girl of about sixteen or seventeen was seen sitting quietly in the pavilion, her hands supporting her chin, lost in thought.

The girl's face was exquisite, fair and smooth, as if carved from beautiful jade, and her appearance was almost identical to that of the woman on the scroll of the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

"Miss Wang!" A'Zhu and A'Zi called out instinctively when they saw the girl.

The dazed girl finally raised her head, her face showing surprise and delight: "Sisters Azhu and Abi, what brings you here?"

She skipped out of the pavilion, but when she saw Yue Zhuoqun, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes: "Sisters, why did you bring outsiders here? My mother doesn't allow other men to come to the island."

The two women blushed and explained, "This is Young Master Yue. He came to this island to relax because he saw that we were both in a bad mood. We will be leaving soon, so please don't tell Madam."

Seeing their expressions, the young girl Wang Yuyan couldn't help but giggle: "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom about my two older sisters."

"By the way, sisters, has my cousin come back?"

“This…” Azhu and Abi hesitated and looked at Yue Zhuoqun.

"Don't worry about me, just say what you want to say."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled faintly, walked into the pavilion, and sat down on the stone bench, giving them space to talk.

Azhu and Abi then recounted what had happened at Canhe Village.

"what!"

Upon hearing that Murong Fu had been defeated by Kumārajīva, Wang Yuyan was disheartened and exclaimed, "I...I need to go find my cousin!"

"stop!"

Before she could move, a shout came from afar.

The three women's expressions changed: "Madam Wang has arrived."

From the corner of the garden path in the distance, a figure dressed in a pale yellow silk shirt slowly approached.

The first thing that catches the eye is two towering, milky-white snow-capped mountains, followed by a face that looks remarkably like Wang Yuyan.

However, Wang Yuyan was still a young girl, and her appearance was somewhat immature.

This woman, who appears to be in her thirties, exudes a mature charm.