Chapter 162 You Won't Plot Against Me

The best way to pass on information is through patterns, just like Lu Zu's use of a few strokes to outline a character's movements, followed by a whole set of movements.

Something so simple that even a monkey can imitate it is the most effective way to convey information.

The same is true for these patterns.

Murong Ji gradually deduced these movements in his mind, and the paths of the internal force in the meridians that were driven by them, in an attempt to obtain a complete set of skills.

Aguda's work was not thorough and he only destroyed the important patterns. Murong Ji estimated that they themselves had not fully understood these inheritances.

Human meridians are fixed, and experienced people can deduce them by connecting the patterns before and after.

[This is a life training method that uses the internal force of the meridians to increase the strength of the body. It is equivalent to the Shaolin Temple's foundation-building method in terms of effect, but the method is different.]

Deng Baichuan came over with a thick stack of papers, "Master, everything is ready."

Murong Ji nodded, glanced at Aguda, ignored his smug and sarcastic expression, and said calmly: "Smash all these murals."

Deng Baichuan clasped his fists and accepted the order. Several people went up to destroy the mural.

Aguda had a gloomy face and was about to take action when he was held down by his brother. The two brothers were mumbling something.

The translator immediately came over and said, "You can't do this, it's too rude."

Murong Ji smiled and clasped his fists to Aguda, as if he had received some kind of compliment, which made Aguda's face gloomy and he looked at Murong Ji with gritted teeth.

"He does the first day, and I do the fifteenth. It's fair. A deal should look like a deal, right?"

"Let's go, we're going into the valley." Murong Ji urged the horses under him, and the group entered the valley.

He looked at the two brothers Aguda and smiled. Aguda now was far less stable than his brothers, and had not yet transformed into the mighty Taizu of the Jin Dynasty.

What was Wanyan Aguda like in history? God of War! Absolutely God of War!

He is top-notch in both wisdom and strategy.

After defeating the Liao Dynasty, his attention was focused on Mongolia in the west, rather than the Song Dynasty in the south.

It was once said that before destroying Mongolia, they were not allowed to attack Song in the south. This was not because of any alliance, but because the wealthy life made people corrupt, and they could no longer resist the Mongolian tribes that were rising in the west.

But that is the truth.

The second generation of the Jin Dynasty was actually not bad. After moving south, the nobles of the Jin Dynasty were infected with all kinds of bad habits of the powerful nobles of the Song Dynasty.

Once you get the luxury you have never seen before, you can never let it go.

When the Mongolian army came, how many warriors were able to pick up swords and mount horses?
Thinking of this, Murong Ji suddenly thought of Aguda's military system and Meng'an Mouke's military system.

The core of this military system is that officers must go to the battlefield and lead by example. Coupled with strict military law, the Jin army has a strong fighting force.

Murong Ji was deeply impressed by one of the military orders. Those who failed to charge into the battle line would be deprived of their official positions on the battlefield, and those who deserted from the battle line would be executed on the spot.

It is also because of this that the Jin army fought bravely in many desperate situations. When attacking the Song Dynasty, they were as vigorous as a tiger and defeated many capable ministers and famous generals.

There is really nothing special in the valley. Apart from some old sacrificial sites, there is almost nothing else interesting.

There are still patterns all over the ground, but these things are more like records of life and have little value to Murong Ji.

Come to think of it, if there really was something in the valley, it wouldn't be left to them.

When everyone got down the mountain, Deng Baichuan said with a gloomy face, "Master, these savages are really..."

Murong Ji shook his head, signaling him to stop talking, "Those patterns and that bow and arrow are enough."

After returning to the Wanyan tribe, Murong Ji looked at the group of young boys in front of him. They were dressed in tattered fur coats and were all black. Each of them had eyes full of vigilance and caution.

Girls are better, very clean, like a different style of painting.

Although they were standing together, one could tell at a glance who was the leader of these dozen boys and girls.

Murong Ji took a look and saw a gleam in the young man's eyes. He was not sure whether the person he was looking for was him.

Wanyan Loushi ranked fifth on the Jin Dynasty's merit list.

Why fifth?

That's because he was an outsider. The first four were all from Aguda's clan.

He was born into one of the Seven Water Tribes, and although his father was the clan leader, to put it bluntly, he was a servant of the Wanyan clan.

He served as a deputy general all his life, and the Wanyan royal family did not dare to give him the real power of command.

If his military achievements were to be summarized, it would be that he captured four emperors in his lifetime and was worthy of being enshrined in the temple of Jin Taizong.

But now, such a person will become a servant of the Murong family in the future!
This guy is not cheap, he got it in exchange for more than ten carts of food. For some reason, Murong Ji wanted to laugh. Who could understand his mood at this moment? !
Several people lived in the Wanyan tribe for half a month before the Murong family's caravan arrived.

After the handover, both parties stopped talking and there was nothing much to say. This transaction was actually not a pleasant one.

On the way back, walking in the territory of Liao, Murong Ji looked back at the group of boys and girls, then looked at Wanyan Loushi beside him, his expression still a little dazed.

The translator beside him was teaching him Chinese. Coming back to his senses, looking at the road ahead, he did not intend to rebel, but just to prepare for the future, if Zhezong launched a northern expedition in the future, he or his descendants could join the army.

In this way, he could gain military merit and preserve his family property.

Furthermore, if Wanyan Loushi could be brought to the Song Dynasty and a way could be found to kill Zhao Ji quietly, would it be possible to avoid the subsequent Jingkang humiliation?

Murong Ji let out a breath, but in fact he was a little worried. Many things cannot be changed by one or two people.

Who can guarantee that without Zhao Ji, there won’t be another Song Huizong?

The sound of horse hooves came from the front. Murong Ji looked up and saw Feng Boye riding back from a distance. "Master, the martial arts masters from Shaolin, Beggars' Sect and other martial arts have all arrived in the Liao territory."

Murong Ji nodded, glanced in the direction of Yanmen Pass, and said no more.

Ride forward.

Shangjing City, the capital of Liao Dynasty.

The city has a diverse population, with many Han, Khitan, and Mongolian residents. The Han people in Yanyun in the north no longer consider themselves Han after several generations.

But looking back, under the Buddha's raccoon shrine, there is a sacred drum.

As soon as Murong Ji and his companions entered the city, they met up with Bao Bu Tong and his companions. When they entered the inn, they saw many familiar faces, and they clasped their fists and bowed as a greeting.

In a trance, Murong Ji felt a little emotional. He was different from these people. These people came to save Qiao Feng, the righteous Qiao Feng.

And I, came here to see off Qiao Feng, my elder brother, to see him off for the last time.

After entering the room, Bao Bu Tong said, "Master, Yelu Hongji is not in the capital of Liao now. The regent is Yelu Yanxi, the eldest grandson of Yelu Hongji."

Murong Ji was startled and frowned slightly, "What's going on?"

Bao Bu Tong looked at his brother and continued, "Yelü Hongji led his army to raid Yanmen Pass half a month ago. Calculating the time, they are almost at Yanmen Pass."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, thinking in his heart, is this to help Xixia? Without Xixia, the bone stuck in the throat of the Song Dynasty, the Liao Kingdom will have a hard time!
"When are my fellow Jianghu people going to take action?"

"Tomorrow at midnight."

Murong Ji nodded. People of the martial arts world have their own way of doing things. When it comes to the ability to cause chaos, no one can compare to them.

After everyone left, Wanyan Loushi asked in his unskilled Song dialect: "Do you really want to rebel against Liao?"

Murong Ji smiled and rubbed the boy's head. "We've come this far, what do you think? Are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Then study hard, learn military tactics, deployment of troops, martial arts, and culture. You will have the opportunity to make achievements in the future."

Wanyan Loushi was shocked. He didn't understand some of the words, but he understood Murong Ji's meaning. He had high expectations for himself!
"Why did you choose me?" This sentence was said in Jurchen.

Murong Ji didn't understand what he meant, so he raised his eyebrows slightly and slapped him on the head, guessing what was said based on the context.

"You look good to me."

The next night, Murong Ji sneaked into the Khitan Palace, found the entrance to the dungeon, and knocked out the soldier guarding the dungeon.

He glanced around, turned and entered the dungeon, met the guarding soldiers, and continued to knock them out.

This is not because Murong Ji is merciful. Human blood smells very fishy. Once the smell spreads, some experienced soldiers will know it at once.

Do I need to tell you what went wrong?

When they found the prison where Qiao Feng was imprisoned, Qiao Feng was sitting inside practicing the Panmo technique.

"Oh, King Xiao, just obey His Majesty. I have even used the method of training an eagle to deal with you."

Qiao Feng glanced at Murong Ji speechlessly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to rescue you. By the way, this expedition to attack Song is to save Xixia, right? Without Xixia, Liao will have a hard time. Brother Qiao, why don't you agree?"

"I once promised others that I would not attack Song. Peace between the two countries is what I wish for. Now, this is just my retribution."

Murong Ji put away his smile. In his opinion, this kind of will was stupid, but also respectable. Qiao Feng had sworn that he would not kill the Song people.

But in the battle of Juxianzhuang, he broke his promise. The implication was that he was telling Murong Ji his own choice.

Perhaps in Qiao Feng's view, dying at the hands of Yelu Hongji is his true destiny. It would fulfill his loyalty and his oath, and he would have a clear conscience.

"Brother Qiao, go back and take a look. Take another look at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and take a look at Yanmen Pass."

Qiao Feng was startled, and felt a little moved.

"bump!"

Murong Ji broke the lock and said, "Come out, let's go back to Yanmen Pass. Everything started at Yanmen Pass, so it should end at Yanmen Pass too! Qiao Feng."

Qiao Feng suddenly laughed and clasped his fists towards Murong Ji, "General Murong will not plot against Qiao Feng?"

(End of this chapter)