Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 283 Rising Up in Rebellion

Everyone was very happy at the wedding banquet.

Only three people seemed a little down.

Guo Xiang glared at the princess with hatred. She was greatly influenced by her parents and hated the Tartars more than anything in her life. She couldn't understand why her brother Murong would marry such a person.

She was just a little taller than her, a little more mature-looking, and had a little more fuller hair... Guo Xiang believed that in a few years she would surpass this Tartar princess in every way.

A phrase her teacher had taught her in school flashed through her mind: "He can be replaced." She took a sip of milk with resentment, fantasizing that years later, her older brother Murong would discover her beauty.

Xiao Zhao was happy for the young master, but seeing Murong Fu marry another woman, she still felt a different kind of emotion.

Zhou Zhiruo sat next to her master, Abbess Miejue, but her mind was elsewhere.

He mechanically ate the vegetables and tofu in front of him, occasionally taking a sip of tea.

Although Miejue didn't pay much attention to her disciple, she could still see through her thoughts.

Originally, because Murong Fu became the leader of the Ming Cult, she had already classified him as a heretic.

But after witnessing her miraculous methods of annihilating the Tartars a few days ago, and learning that she had killed over ten thousand Tartars and traitors in the previous three days, her personal grudges with her fellow disciples and the Ming Cult seemed somewhat insignificant in the face of this greater cause.

After all, these things were done by Yang Xiao and had nothing to do with Murong Fu.

She sighed, ignoring her disciple, and instead thought about the so-called sect meeting that Murong Fu had held with her and Zhang Sanfeng yesterday. Murong Fu proposed a three-year plan for the six major sects and the Ming Cult to jointly overthrow the Yuan Dynasty and build a new Central Plains.

They also promised to disband the Ming Cult and allow the six major sects to develop and expand without violating the imperial court's policies.

Furthermore, the sects and individuals who contributed to the anti-Yuan war will be written into the official history of the nation's founding, and every citizen will be required to study them in the future.

Miejue was initially unimpressed, but after listening to Murong Fu's many visionary and detailed plans, she fell into deep thought.

They realized this was an opportunity for their Emei Sect to make a name for themselves.

The more he looked at Murong Fu, the more pleasing he became. Looking at his disciples, he sighed inwardly, wondering why Murong Fu wasn't one of his Emei Sect members...

Everyone had different thoughts, but Xiao Zhang Junbao was happy that his master had married another master's wife.

Old Zhang Sanfeng watched Zhang Junbao grinning foolishly, unaware that Guo Xiang was staring at Zhao Min and sighing sullenly.

Zhang Wuji noticed that Miss Zhou was staring intently at Murong Fu, and thought to himself that Miss Zhou was just as foolish as he was, yet he also mocked himself for not having the right to speak to her. He turned to look at Zhao Min, who was dressed in red, on the stage, and felt a strange sense of loss.

He thought to himself, "Zhang Wuji, how could you be so shameless, staring at someone else's bride? How utterly rude!"

Overall, the atmosphere at the wedding banquet was getting better and better.

The climax of the bow-throwing incident was when Murong Fu proposed to sing a song:

Today is my big day.

I'll sing a song, "My Beloved," for the girl I love.

Murong Fu and Zhao Min gazed at each other affectionately, amidst continuous applause and cheers from the crowd.

"Drunk on the Spring Breeze - I am drunk on the spring breeze. At our first meeting, we were both moved."

Seeing a different sky through the web of love, I open my heart. The heartless laugh at my foolishness, and I laugh at the heartless who hate my understanding.

I want them all to be in the palm of her hand.

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The overwhelming emotion instantly drew everyone present into the moment.

Murong Fu's affectionate eyes swept over Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, and Yang Buhui, making sure to see each and every one of them.

Even the abbot Miejue, who was supposed to be celibate and infertile, couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw Murong Fu's expression and movements while singing and heard his voice: What a devoted and loving man he is.

Seeing Murong Fu's condition, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply. He was over a hundred years old, yet his life couldn't compare to the brilliance of Murong Fu's past twenty or thirty years.

However, he misunderstood because of Murong Fu's appearance. In fact, Murong Fu is already over forty years old, but due to the miraculous effects of the Mingyu Skill, he has not aged at all, and is even getting younger...

"I hope that our bond of friendship will allow me to see things through to the end!"

Let me finish what I start!

After the song ended, many women in the audience shed tears of emotion, while the men remained silent for a long time. Which man didn't have a girl who made his heart flutter when he was young?

How many of the people you fall for when you're young can truly appreciate each other and stay together until the end?

Unfortunately, only a few people have regrets even when they have a beginning and an end. Perhaps most people have no beginning and no end, only regrets.

After Murong Fu finished singing, he suddenly realized that everyone's mood had become somber, probably because his song had stirred up their emotions.

He then said, "I'll sing one more!"

Everyone naturally applauded and cheered. The guests were usually sect leaders, pillars of their respective sects, and high-ranking officials in the imperial court. Most of them didn't have much time to listen to songs, so they naturally cherished the opportunity to have Murong Fu sing for them.

Murong Fu focused his energy in his dantian and then sang: "Ah! Ah! Ah-ah! Ah! Ah—"

The West Lake is beautiful in March!

Spring rain is like wine, willows like smoke—

Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will find it hard to hold hands even when face to face. It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride and a hundred years to share a pillow. If it takes a thousand years, then there is good fortune indeed!

With hearts united until old age, we are now together.

Hearing such beautiful songs lifted everyone's spirits and created a lively atmosphere.

The banquet didn't end until midnight. Miejue really had no intention of going on stage. Given her popularity and public image, no one would be so idle as to ask her to go on stage.

Zhang Sanfeng was also persuaded by Murong Fu to go on stage and sing a song. At this moment, the old Taoist's face was flushed from drinking. Although he was still wearing somewhat wrinkled clothes, they had obviously been washed and were not greasy.

He was singing an unknown nursery rhyme that he had heard his elders sing when he was a child.

The disciples below the stage, the members of the Ming Cult, Murong Fu, and his wedding band were all clapping along to the beat.

To be honest, Young Master Murong's weddings are getting better and better.

The next day, Chahantemur led Wang Baobao down Wudang Mountain, and Murong Fu sent Fan Yao, Green Wing Bat King Wei Yixiao, and Zhou Dian to escort them.

As Murong Fu's father-in-law and the number one traitor in the Mongol Empire, he naturally needed skilled guards by his side.

Now that the Xuanming Elders are dead, the only ones who could injure the Prince of Ruyang under the combined protection of these three are Murong Fu, Zhang Sanfeng, and the Three Elders of Shaolin.

It is as safe as an impregnable fortress.

After the Prince of Ruyang descended the mountain, the prisoners of the six major sects were quickly sent to Wudang Mountain. Murong Fu summoned all the key members of the Ming Cult and the six major sects and assigned them their respective tasks.

A month later, Murong Fu raised the banner of rebellion against the Yuan dynasty on the spot and proclaimed himself the Ming King on Wudang Mountain.

Calling upon all righteous men under heaven to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty!