Chapter 432 Cat and Mouse Sleeping Together (I)

September 8th, early morning.

Thirty miles south of Mount Hua, there is a dilapidated temple isolated in the wild mountains and ridges. It is usually sparsely populated and desolate.

Yesterday evening, the dilapidated temple welcomed a group of uninvited guests. That night, the bonfire was blazing, and the shadows of people were bustling, which was very lively.

In the dilapidated Heavenly King Hall, a burly man in a black robe and a golden mask on his face was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar. His eyes were tightly closed, his breath was long, and his body was like a wax figure, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

There was a bonfire burning in the hall, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold autumn night.

At this time, three men and one woman sat around the campfire, silent and silent. Every move they made was very careful and light, for fear of disturbing the man who was meditating.

Outside the hall, more than twenty people with swords and knives gathered. They gathered in groups of three or five, some were sleeping, some were talking and laughing, some were thinking and dozing, some were drinking and eating meat, and they looked very lazy. This group of people were disciples of Longxiang Mountain from Weichu Prefecture in Dali, and the leader was Xu Ren, one of the "Ten Impermanences" of Longxiang Mountain.

At this moment, the golden-faced man sitting cross-legged in meditation in the Heavenly King Palace was none other than the Holy Lord of Longxiang Mountain, Yun Zhuiyue.

Sitting around the campfire were the "Unrighteous Monk" Si Wudao, the "Ghost Hand Rakshasa" Tang Xuan, and Tang Xuan's direct disciple, Li Haitang.

In addition, there is a young woman with a fairy-like figure and a beautiful face.

She is in her twenties, with willow-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, almond-shaped face, peach-shaped cheeks, wasp waist, monkey back, crane posture and mantis figure, especially her pair of sparkling and moving eyes, which are unforgettable and lingering.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, her white clothes were like snow, she was elegant and graceful, and her figure was exquisite, like a stunning beauty who was so beautiful that she could overthrow the whole country.

If Lu Tingxiang and Liu Xunyi saw her, they would be shocked and horrified, because this woman's appearance was almost exactly the same as Bai Shuang, the most beautiful woman in Sushui Pavilion.

The difference lies in the way they are dressed and the expressions lingering between their brows.

Bai Shuang's charm, enchantment, hesitation and weakness could not be found in this woman at all.

On the contrary, this woman had a calm expression and clear and firm eyes. In particular, the confidence that radiated from the inside out and the unique heroism of a martial artist were completely different from Bai Shuang.

She is Yun Zhuiyue’s darling, Yun Jianping!
"Bang, bang, bang!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the dilapidated temple, breaking the silence that had lasted all night in the Heavenly King Hall.

After a while, Xu Ren led three mysterious people wearing bamboo hats and straw raincoats into the hall and reported to Yun Zhuiyue respectfully, "Holy Lord, the guests have arrived."

Hearing this, Tang Xuan's face straightened and he ordered Li Haitang, "You and Xu Ren leave together."

"Yes."

Li Haitang looked up and down at the three mysterious men curiously, and then, under Tang Xuan's urging gaze, left the hall angrily and closed the door tightly.

"you are late."

Yun Zhuiyue spoke quietly and slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, two terrifying rays of light shot out from his eyes, like two sharp swords, piercing through people's hearts.

"It's not that we are late, but that Saint Yun arrived early. Hehe..."

With a hoarse laugh, the leader slowly took off his hat, revealing a vigorous and old face. This person was the Lord of Red Wind Ridge, Yan Wuji.

Two middle-aged men also took off their hats together with Yan Wuji.

Among them, the one with a fierce face and a strong body is Sui Zuo, the general of Xijing stationed in the camp north of Beijing.

On the second day of August last year, Sui Zuo led his troops to break into Qin's residence and caused a big disturbance. Therefore, the six major sects and the four major families were all familiar with this person.

The martial arts conference was convened again, and Sui Zuo played an important role in fueling the flames.

The other person was Sui Zuo's bodyguard, with a face as pale as wax, hesitant eyes, a troubled mind, and anxiety, seeming to be very nervous.

"Saint Lord Yun, this is the Mongolian Khan's trusted and beloved general, Sui Zuo." Yan Wuji introduced the two parties to each other enthusiastically, "General Sui, this is the famous Saint Lord of Longxiang Mountain, Yun Zhuiyue."

At this moment, Sui Zuo looked at Yun Zhuiyue with eyes full of contempt and disdain, and said with a curled lip: "I wonder who Yun Zhuiyue is? After seeing him today, he is nothing more than this."

After that, Sui Zuo's face changed to a playful look again, and he said: "I have heard that the martial arts of the Holy Lord of Longxiang Mountain are unparalleled and unfathomable, but you Han people always like to exaggerate, and you often say things like 'a waterfall falling three thousand feet', 'hair as black as black in the morning and white as snow in the evening', and so on. I wonder if your evaluation of Holy Lord Yun is an exaggeration?"

Faced with Sui Zuo's provocation, Tang Xuan and Si Wudao couldn't help but feel angry.

Yun Zhuiyue remained calm and replied calmly, "The world is so big, and there are many ignorant people. Tonight, there is one person who likes to comment on others and claims to be very insightful. In fact, he is just talking about theories and theories without any real experience. It's just that there are too many fools in the world, which makes Yun look unfathomable. Speaking of which... I am very ashamed."

Yun Zhuiyue's tone was as calm as water, and he ridiculed Sui Zuo in just a few words.

Seeing Sui Zuo speechless for a moment, with the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, Yun Jianping couldn't help but chuckle, making the atmosphere suddenly become a little awkward.

"General Sui has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, so he doesn't know much about the rules of the martial arts world. I hope Lord Yun will forgive me." Yan Wuji hurriedly tried to smooth things over, and then explained to Sui Zuo, "Lord Yun is a leader in the martial arts world, a local hero, and he always speaks quickly. I hope General Sui will forgive me."

"Master Yan Ling, you and I have an appointment tonight, why did you bring two outsiders?"

“General Sui has long admired the name of Saint Yun, so he begs Yan to introduce him to you so that he can see your true appearance.” Yan Wuji said with a smile, “As for the other one…”

At this point, Yan Wuji's smile suddenly turned treacherous, and he said meaningfully: "This is exactly why we met tonight."

"Oh?"

As if quite surprised by Yan Wuji's answer, Yun Zhuiyue looked at the Mongolian guard with a strange look in his eyes. According to the rules set on the second day of August last year, anyone who wanted to compete for the leader of the martial arts world must first kill a Tartar and swear an oath of blood in front of all the heroes in the world.

Therefore, when Yan Wuji was trying to win over Yun Zhuiyue, he promised to prepare a Mongolian head for him so that he could participate in the martial arts conference.

This was exactly the purpose of their meeting tonight.

Unexpectedly, what Yan Wuji brought was not a human head, but a living person.

"In that case, I have no choice but to refuse."

Seeing Yun Zhuiyue nod slightly, Si Wudao stepped forward quickly, wanting to capture the Mongolian guard.

However, Sui Zuo took a step forward to block the guards, staring at Si Wudao fiercely with his tiger eyes, and said with disgust: "Get out of here!"

"Master Yan Ling!" Yun Zhuiyue's eyes darkened and his tone became more hostile, "What do you mean?"

Yan Wuji's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly came to Sui Zuo's side, gently pulled Sui Zuo's sleeve with his hand, and whispered: "General Sui, didn't we already agree..."

"Master Yan Ling, do you really believe that he can lead those Han people?" Sui Zuo asked without turning his head, "even at the cost of sacrificing a warrior for this?"

Yan Wuji was displeased and said in a deep voice: "I have explained everything that needs to be explained to the Khan. If General Sui has any doubts, he can ask the Khan himself."

"I'm not questioning the Khan's order, I just don't trust the man in front of me." Sui Zuo turned his fierce eyes towards Yun Zhuiyue and said contemptuously, "Even Master Yan Ling couldn't do it with all his efforts, how can he do it?"

"General Sui, don't worry about this matter." Yan Wuji said angrily, "Now, you just need to hand Tu Meng over to them. Don't forget, it was you who agreed in advance that I was willing to bring you to see Lord Yun. I hope General Sui can consider the Khan's face and not make things difficult for me."

Tu Meng is the name of this Mongolian guard.

The muscles on Sui Zuo's face trembled violently. Under Yan Wuji's cold gaze, he suppressed the reluctance in his heart and slowly gave in, exposing Tu Meng, with a complicated expression and trembling body, in front of Si Wudao.

“Take him away…”

"Wait a moment!"

Without waiting for Yun Zhuiyue to give the order, Sui Zuo spoke again: "Even if I die, I shouldn't die under your sword!"

After saying that, Sui Zuo suddenly turned around, stared at Tu Meng who was pretending to be strong with excited eyes, and encouraged him: "Warriors of the grassland are never afraid of death. Tu Meng, put away your cowardice and weakness, and don't let these Han people laugh at you."

"Yes..." Tu Meng took deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress the trembling of his voice.

"Tumeng, you died for the Khan, for the grassland, and for your people. It is an honor to die! Your name will be remembered forever by your people, and your descendants will receive eternal glory."

At this moment, Tu Meng's eyes began to change from timid to nervous, from nervous to solemn, and from solemn to crazy.

His eyes were red and filled with tears, and he kept shouting, "Come on!"

"Tu Meng, close your eyes."

At Sui Zuo's command, Tu Meng's tearful eyes slowly closed reluctantly.

"Eagle of the grassland, spread your wings and fly high!

"bass!"

"puff!"

With a loud shout, a cold light came out of the sheath, blood splattered seven steps away, and the head flew into the air.

Until his bloody head rolled to the ground, Tu Meng's eyes still blinked consciously a few times, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth.

Sui Zuo's movements were smooth and lightning fast. He used his own way to give Tu Meng a good beating.

"Yun Zhuiyue, remember your promise to the Khan, don't let the warrior's blood be shed in vain!"

Sui Zuo pointed the bleeding blade at Yun Zhuiyue, who remained calm, and threatened: "If you disappoint the Khan, I will never let you go."

"Thank you!"

Yun Zhuiyue didn't even blink, but just responded nonchalantly, then turned to order Si Wudao to put Tu Meng's head in a wooden box for use in the martial arts conference.

“I wish the Holy Master Yun great success, that he will seize the position of leader of the martial arts world and become the hegemon of the martial arts world!”

Yan Wuji reached out and held down Sui Zuo's blade, then bowed slightly to Yun Zhuiyue and said, "There are many people in Huashan, so I can't stay for long. I will take my leave for now and wait for good news from Lord Yun."

"and many more!"

Before Yan Wuji and Sui Zuo could leave, Yun Zhuiyue's voice suddenly rang out, causing the two of them to stop in their tracks.

"What else does Saint Yun want?"

"I heard that someone hid a large number of weapons in Huashan Town, and tonight I saw General Sui, a veteran of the battlefield. As a general, he should have a large number of troops under his command. So, General Sui and those weapons... shouldn't be a coincidence, right?"

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(End of this chapter)