Chapter 247: The Disaster in Fengzhou (I)

July 26th, Fengzhou.

Fengzhou belonged to the Wanggu tribe of Mongolia, and the former Luoyang general Wang Xutong was born here.

Fengzhou is located at the junction of the Central Plains and the Mobei grasslands. It is considered the southern border of the northern frontier and the northern country of the Central Plains. Although the Mongolian court classified it as a subordinate of the Wanggu tribe, in fact, Fengzhou City is located in the territory of Datong Prefecture, so it is a no-man's land.

The locals are a mixed bag, with good and bad people mixed together, including Han people, Mongolians, and many Jurchen people who are descendants of the Jin Dynasty.

In the evening, the Jiuzhou Inn in the south of Fengzhou City was deserted. In the huge lobby of the inn, there was only one table of guests tonight.

It’s not that Fengzhou’s business is slow, it’s just that the guests at this table tonight are acting too overbearingly.

When they arrived in the afternoon, Jiuzhou Inn was crowded with people and very lively, but less than a cup of tea after they entered the inn, they got into a fight with the guests at the next table.

The guests at this table were cruel and ruthless. They drew their swords and killed people as soon as they disagreed with something. They killed all seven or eight big men at the neighboring table, leaving no one alive.

Upon hearing the news, the local officials rushed to the scene and intended to arrest the murderer, but after seeing the guests at this table, they turned around and left without saying a word, and were never seen again.

As a result, the bodies of the seven or eight men were left lying in the lobby of the inn. For the entire afternoon, no one dared to come forward to collect the bodies.

Upon seeing this, the other guests in the inn fled in all directions, leaving only the innkeeper and the waiter.

This is the reason why we are seeing such a cold and strange scene.

"City Lord, we have had enough food and drink, so we will go ahead!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in the lobby. Then, two figures, one old and one young, slowly stood up from the table and bowed to the young man sitting opposite them, who was concentrating on eating.

The flickering candlelight cast a hazy dim light on the lobby, and also reflected the faces of two people. They were "Ye Tong" and "Cai Die" who had appeared in Chenzhou not long ago.

In fact, these two people came from the Twenty-Four Cities of Mobei. The old man’s real name was “Mu Jiu” and the girl’s real name was “Yinzhu”.

The young man sitting opposite Mu Jiu and Yin Zhu, who was eating voraciously without caring about his image, was none other than Long Yu, the "madman" known to all the people in Mobei.

In fact, the person who ambushed and killed Chen Yong and Xu Heng in Taohuawu, Chenzhou that day was Long Yu.

At this moment, in addition to Long Yu and the other two, there were three other men sitting at the table. They were the three leaders of the Saibei Hu Ma Gang, Hu Zhen, Huo Biao, and Qiu Zheng.

On that day, in the dense forest outside Taohuawu, there were three black-clad masked men who ambushed archers, killed "the fourth elder of Kunlun Sect" Lu Tai, and seriously injured "the right envoy of Qingcheng Sect" Xu Zhun. They were none other than the three leaders of the Huma Gang.

The tall and strong Ya Kun was sitting alone on the ground not far away, holding half a half-cooked roasted lamb. He tore off a palm-sized piece of bloody raw meat, rolled it into his mouth with a "grunt" sound, and chewed and swallowed it whole.

His face was covered with grease from eating, and he would occasionally pick up the wine jar and gulp down most of it. His eating manner was extremely ugly, and he was completely oblivious to everything around him, like an uncivilized beast.

Less than two meters away from Long Yu's table, there were seven or eight bloody corpses lying on the ground with holes all over their bodies. There was blood all over the ground, which was already showing signs of drying up. It was a shocking sight that was unbearable to look at.

These corpses all have one thing in common: their ears have been cut off, and their bald heads look like bloody dumplings.

Where are the dozen ears? They were naturally soaked in Long Yu's blood bowl, and occasionally he would fish one out and chew it with a "crunch crunch" sound.

"Waiter, bring some more bowls of meat. I'm not full yet!" Qiu Zheng threw a finished bone on the table with an unsatisfied look, waved his arms across his waist, and at the same time shouted at the shopkeeper and a few waiters who were trembling with fear in the corner of the lobby.

Hearing this, several guys couldn't help but shudder, and then they pushed each other, and no one wanted to approach them.

Long Yu, who was eating heartily, slowly raised his head, reached out his hand to take out a severed ear from the blood bowl, threw it into his mouth and chewed it with relish. At the same time, his pair of charming and evil eyes stared straight at Mu Jiu and Yin Zhu, and after swallowing the blood and flesh in his mouth, he grinned at them and said, "You've worked hard on this trip! Go!"

After saying that, Long Yu stretched out a finger, opened his mouth, and put it between his teeth. His expression became a little ferocious.

"Then... City Lord and the three bosses, please eat slowly. We will take our leave first!"

In front of Long Yu, Mu Jiu and Yin Zhu seemed quite nervous. They spoke and behaved very respectfully and carefully. They thought twice before saying anything, for fear of saying something wrong.

"go Go!"

Long Yu waved at them impatiently, and pulled the guy who came to deliver the meat to his front.

Without waiting for the waiter to cry out for mercy, Long Yu suddenly grabbed the waiter's arm, wiped the greasy corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and then pushed the waiter away.

The guy ran back to the corner and hid there as if he had survived a disaster.

"Goodbye! Goodbye!"

Mu Jiu and Yin Zhu bowed again and again, then turned around and left their seats tremblingly.

Two figures, one old and one young, walked out of the inn, stepping on the blood-stained ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Long Yu, you are still reliable!"

Huo Biao picked up a leg of lamb and gnawed on it while praising, "Before, Master Yan Ling asked Su He and his men to run around everywhere. They did a lot of work, walked a lot, and suffered a lot. In the end, some died, some were injured, and the price was high, but they didn't get anything done. This time, the task was handed over to us. We started by stirring up trouble between Shaolin and the Qin family, and then some things in Chenzhou. It was a damn good job! A great job!"

After that, Huo Biao raised the wine bowl and toasted Long Yu, saying: "Come on! Brother, I toast you!" "Second-in-command, there must be a reason for toasting. I am not interested in drinking your unclear toast." Long Yu glanced at Huo Biao with a smile, and asked with a hint of meaning: "What do you want to toast me, Second-in-command Huo?"

"I salute you... I salute you for your promising future! Haha..." Huo Biao laughed, "No wonder the Khan likes you, you really have the ability. Unlike Su..."

At this point, Huo Biao's voice stopped abruptly, and he quickly changed the topic and said, "Unlike those Han people in the Central Plains, who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and very cowardly! Haha..."

Long Yu picked up the blood bowl, clinked it with Huo Biao's, and sneered, "If I remember correctly, Huo No. 2 also toasted Su He with a glass of wine? At that time, you praised Su He as a thousand times better than me. You said that I was too ruthless and left no way out, and that I would die sooner or later. Haha... People like you, to put it nicely, are good at dealing with people and can adapt to circumstances. To put it bluntly, you are opportunistic and hypocritical."

Being ridiculed by Long Yu in person, Huo Biao was inevitably embarrassed. However, due to Long Yu's status and means, even if he was unhappy, he could only play it by his own eyes and fool around with a playful smile.

"Nothing else." Seeing this, Hu Zhen spoke up to smooth things over, "Just talking about the current situation, the Central Plains martial arts world has become a mess, with various sects killing each other. This is enough to show that our hard work has not been in vain. We can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and great things can be expected! Haha..."

"It's a pity that the great credit was snatched away by Yan Wuji." Qiu Zheng snorted coldly, "We are fighting for our lives outside, while the people from Chifengling are hiding in Mobei to reap the benefits. The more I think about it, the more unfair it seems!" After saying that, Qiu Zheng took another sip of the liquor.

Hu Zhen's face darkened, and he said, "Third brother, don't talk nonsense! We serve the Khan and are loyal to the Mongol Empire. How can we talk about fairness or unfairness? Moreover, the idea of ​​instigating civil strife was originally thought up by Lord Yan Ling. Why are you so angry?"

"Brother, I just complained a few words..."

"Third brother, there are some things that you can only think about in your heart and not say out loud!" Huo Biao advised sarcastically.

"Bullshit! Don't even think about it!" Hu Zhen shouted angrily, "If I hear such words from you again, I will kill you with a knife. You know my temper. I don't like jokes. Even if we are brothers, there will be no mercy!"

Hu Zhen was the big boss of the Hu Ma Gang, a legitimate leader, and a person who could stand on equal footing with Yan Wuji in the past. Therefore, when he got angry, Huo Biao and Qiu Zheng immediately lost their temper, looked at each other, and drank in silence.

"At this point, it's only three-quarters done." Long Yu stared at the three managers as if he was watching a play, and said leisurely, "It's still a long way from being accomplished."

"Oh?" Hu Zhen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Now the six major sects and the four great families are incompatible. Is it possible that the Central Plains martial arts world can be reunited?"

"The Han Chinese have a saying, 'It is better to resolve a feud than to create one.'" Long Yu sneered, "There is also a saying, 'It is better to have less trouble than more.' Although the disciples of various sects in the Central Plains are fighting each other privately, it is still a small fight after all, and it is far from a real chaos. From the time we started to today, except for the Shaolin abbot who said he would seek justice from the Qin family, have the leaders of other sects stood up to speak?"

"I've never heard of this." Hu Zhen nodded thoughtfully, "But why? Don't they care if someone from their own sect dies?"

"In one word: 'wait'!" Long Yu said contemptuously, "The Han people like this word the most. For thousands of years, dynasties have changed, and the most innocent strategy they have used is precisely this word 'wait'."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the right time, the right place, the right people, the right variables... wait for all the opportunities that can turn the world around. Today, they are waiting for the first person to declare war, or the first person to calm the storm. They are waiting for the situation to become clear, and for the die to be cast." Long Yuyin laughed, "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. The Han people are well aware of this, so no one wants to be the first to stand out. Instead, they all want to be fence-sitters, go with the flow, and follow the crowd. If others fight, they will fight together. If others don't fight, they will be harmonious and forgive the past. They can even find a thousand or ten thousand reasons to justify their choice and give themselves a way out. Haha... the key to everything lies in whether the six major sects and the four major families can make a fuss on the second day of August."

Huo Biao looked disdainful and laughed at him, "What a bunch of cowardly people! How dare they call themselves heroes? Aren't they afraid of making others laugh?"

"This is not cowardice, it's wisdom." Hu Zhen shook his head and said, "Don't treat the Han people as fools. If you really want to trick them into killing each other, it's not that easy."

Long Yu said: "Some people hope for chaos, while others hope for peace. Some people hope for movement, while others hope for tranquility. Just wait and see! On the second day of August, there will definitely be some nosy people among the Han people who will stand up and act as peacemakers."

"What should we do?" Qiu Zheng's eyes widened. "We have worked so hard all this time, we can't return empty-handed, right?"

"Don't worry too much." Hu Zhen pondered, "Even if someone wants to resolve the grudge, they have to have real evidence. Now they have no evidence, and they can only rely on their empty words. How can they easily convince people? After all, many disciples of the six major sects and the four major families have been killed or injured. Even for their own face, they will never give up."

Huo Biao smiled proudly and said, "We didn't leave any evidence behind. They will definitely hold it against us. Haha..."

"On the second day of August, do you dare to follow me to Hexi to watch the fun?" Long Yu asked excitedly, holding a severed ear in his mouth.

"Go to Hexi? Aren't you afraid of complications?" Hu Zhen asked in a serious tone, "Don't forget, Master Yan Ling repeatedly told you to rush back to Mobei as soon as possible after the mission is accomplished, and never leave anyone behind in the Central Plains..."

"If you're afraid, don't go!" Before Hu Zhen finished speaking, Long Yu waved his hand impatiently and said with a smile, "I'll go by myself. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can I miss it?"

"But……"

"You're right! This is a once-in-a-lifetime show. Anyone can miss it, but you can't miss it!"

Before Hu Zhen could speak, a cold and sharp voice suddenly sounded outside the inn.

Hearing this, the faces of Hu Zhen and the other two changed immediately, but Long Yu raised his eyebrows, sat up straight abruptly, and an indescribable bloodthirsty look instantly flashed in his eyes as he looked towards the gate.

"I have heard this voice in Chenzhou, and I will never forget it." Long Yu looked greedy, unable to hide his excitement, "He is a rare and good opponent."

"Who is sneaking around?" Qiu Zhe slammed the table and shouted angrily.

"The one who sends you back to the west!"

Before he finished speaking, a thin and tall figure slowly walked into the lobby of the inn.

The man in white robe and holding a three-foot sword is none other than the ruthless swordsman, Tang Afu.

At this moment, in Tang Afu's left hand, there were two bloody human heads. They were Mu Jiu and Yin Zhu who had just left.

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(End of this chapter)