It was dark at night, and Chen Ping rode a fast horse through Guzhang County. The people in Jiujiang County on the Yangtze River were in front of him.

Chen Ping looked back and saw no one was following him. He lay on the horse and panted heavily.

"Xiang Yu is headstrong and self-willed, while Fan Zeng is also more resourceful and less decisive. He is timid in doing things and lacks strategy!" Chen Ping sighed.

Both the Western Wei and Chu states had ambitions, and they could not tolerate him at all costs. Chen Ping only had one place in his heart - Bashu.

Liu Bang had a good reputation in the past, and he led troops to attack Xianyang City. He was someone who could make Fan Zeng be on guard at all times. Chen Ping had already decided to leave.

Chen Ping took a breath, took out the gold, hid it in his shoes, and pulled the reins to cross the Jiujiang border.

"Jiujiang, Nanjun, Internal History, Hanzhong, Bashu."

Chen Ping was thinking about his route, and the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded in front of him, heading straight for him.

"I am the special envoy of Mr. Fan Zeng, who is here to pay homage to the King of Jiujiang." Chen Ping said anxiously.

"That's right, I'm waiting for you." Mo Chu sneered, "Mr. Chen Ping is too slow. I've been waiting for you for some time."

Chen Ping's heart tightened and he said with a smile, "It turns out to be the Third Young Master. Could it be that Mr. Fan Zeng also has something to convey to the Third Young Master?"

Mo Chu unsheathed his long sword and said, "Stop talking nonsense. It's Fan Zeng's order to arrest you this time. Go back with me, or you can just leave your life here."

Chen Ping pretended to be shocked, "What happened to Pengcheng? Mr. Fan Zeng will never recruit me back. Is this an excuse to kill me? I just told the truth at the time. Don't blame me, Third Young Master."

Mo Chu didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he jumped on his horse and stabbed Chen Ping.

Chen Ping hurriedly dismounted and got into the woods with the help of a few stars.

"Still want to run?!"

Mo Chu dismounted and chased after him, only to see the faint light of fire swaying in the woods. A dozen big men in armor were shaking their heads around the campfire and biting into the barbecue.

"Did you just see a man dressed as a Confucian scholar come in?" Mo Chu asked.

The big man didn't pay attention at all and just kept chewing the meat.

Mo Chu took a closer look and saw that what they were holding seemed to be human thighs?!

No matter how unruly Yingbu was, he had never heard of cannibalism, and "Mozi" once recorded that "there is a country of cannibalism in the south of Chu".

"Are you from Baiyue?!" Mo Chu said in shock. Not only did Yingbu have an army of thieves, he also recruited Baiyue people from the south. He must have evil intentions.

The big men still didn't understand what Mo Chu meant.

Chen Ping flashed out from the side and looked serious beside the big men. The big men stood up with long swords in their hands and ran towards Mo Chu with ferocious looks.

"Little man, what did you say to them?" Mo Chu asked, holding his sword.

Chen Ping smiled evilly and said, "There used to be a 'head of five dragons' in the land of Baiyue, who was called the Emperor. It's not good for the Third Young Master to dare to speak ill of the Emperor."

Mo Chu held the sword in both hands and looked attentively, "It's settled, they are dealing with you."

"I still have a task assigned by Mr. Fan Zeng." Chen Ping cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I beg your pardon for not accompanying me."

Baiyue is just the collective name for the ancient Yue people in the south, among whom the brave and skilled Wu Yue is also one of them. Mo Chu's swordsmanship was learned from Wu Yue and combined with the martial arts of Qi.

Facing the real master, Mo Chu had no time to take care of Chen Ping.

Mo Chu stepped forward and started fighting with the Baiyue people. The big men looked dull, but their swordsmanship was extremely exquisite. The cooperation of more than a dozen people was flawless and they did not fall behind in the slightest.

The flying sword shadows cut the surrounding trees into pieces.

Mo Chu could deal with it easily at first, but the Baiyue people gradually suppressed Mo Chu by relying on their familiarity with the darkness and the woods.

"You're upset." Fan Zeng's words rang in his ears.

"Not at all!"

Mo Chu raised his arm and swung ten people away with one sword. However, the Baiyue soldiers seized the opportunity and scratched his arm with a backhand.

"Uh." Mo Chu frowned. These people's abilities were extremely poor, but they advanced and retreated at the same time, which made him upset.

The Baiyue soldiers gradually noticed that Mo Chu's aura was in chaos, and more than a dozen of them struck down violently. Mo Chu could not avoid it in the night, so he raised his sword to catch it hard, and the iron sword broke at the break.

The chest of the black man was instantly torn apart by the sword.

The swords of the Baiyue people were full of gaps, and they tore off the skin and flesh of Mo Chu's body.

"run!"

This was the first time that such an idea appeared in Mo Chu's mind. Even though he challenged the major knights, there was a day when he would back down.

Mo Chu endured the pain and flew onto the horse's back.

At some point, Baiyue soldiers arrived on the border between Jiujiang and Chu.

The wanton cries of the Baiyue soldiers rang in his ears, and Mo Chu had no way to retreat.

"Hmph! If I go to Hengshan Kingdom and forge a sword, you guys will all die under my sword." Mo Chu said with a smile.

Most of the swordsmiths during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were from Wu and Yue. The generals were from Wu and Ou Yezi was from Yue. Mrs. Xu of Zhao State, who made swords for Jing Ke, also learned sword making in Wu and Yue.

After Wu Bin of Hengshan Kingdom came to the royal family of King Wu, Mo Chu had no choice but to go to Hengshan Kingdom to gain the essence of making swords.

The Baiyue soldiers were getting closer and closer. Mo Chu looked around and saw that the siege on Jiujiang's side was becoming more relaxed.

"Fight!"

Mo Chu grabbed the reins and rushed straight to the west, causing a gash and several bloody wounds on his ribs.

"drive!"

Relying on the speed of Lou Fan's fierce horse, Mo Chu disappeared from the sight of the Baiyue people.

Mo Chu was soaked with sweat and frowned in pain.

Inexplicably, I remembered Ling Fen’s words when we were in Qi Di,

"The Mohist giants relied not only on martial arts but also Taoism to travel around the world."

Mo Chu fell to the ground helplessly, "I lost, whatever you want to say!"

"If you only have this level of consciousness, you will never become a giant." Lingfen shook his head in disappointment.

"You brat, if you want to surpass my master, you should study for a few more decades." Caiwei stood aside with her sword in hand and smiled.

.....

"How can I surpass Ling Fen?!"
Chapter completed!