"Senior Huang, this is my tribute to you. This is the best wine in Xixia. Just this small jar will cost this junior a month's salary."
In the living room of "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi, there is a young man with a dignified appearance, about twenty-four or five years old.
He is well-dressed and tall, but his face is a little pale and his eyes have obvious dark circles. At first glance, he is a drunkard.
"I remember your name was Murong Shangde, right?"
Huang Yaoshi drank the young man's glass of wine, looking very happy, but in his heart he despised the man in front of him.
This Murong Shangde was actually just one of the orphans adopted by the Murong family. He was secretly trained by the Murong family since he was a child to act as a minion and a dead soldier.
Even Murong Shangde is one of the best, but in his heart, he is not willing to just be an emotionless chess piece, and even wants to have the right to speak for himself.
It's just that he came from a humble background. Apart from unconditionally following his master's orders, he didn't even seem to have the ability or opportunity to resist.
So, he thought of simply using the Murong family to climb up the ladder. Therefore, he practiced martial arts extremely hard since he was a child, and became the most outstanding among the many orphans.
Every time he received a task, Murong Shangde would try his best to complete it and try his best to be perfect and impeccable.
At the age of eighteen, Murong Shangde relied on his years of hard work and his good qualifications to become the first among the group of orphans to reach the third-rate level in martial arts.
For martial arts geniuses or direct descendants of major sects, there is nothing worth showing off in the third-rate realm.
But for one of the many orphans who was raised in captivity, Murong Shangde's performance was considered extremely outstanding, and it naturally attracted the attention of the master's family.
It was from that time that he got his current name - Murong Shangde, and no longer needed to call his original ranking number - Murong Fifty-six.
Because he stood out and was given a name by his master, he was naturally allocated better resources and gradually came into contact with higher-level martial arts classics.
Four years later, Murong Shangde, who had just turned twenty-two, made another breakthrough in martial arts and became a second-rate martial artist.
At a young age, he became the spokesperson of the Murong family in Yinzhou City. On the surface, he was in charge of this secret house and was responsible for the affairs of the Murong family in Yinzhou City.
When he was twenty-three years old, that is, two years ago, when he went to Xingqing Mansion to report on his work at the end of the year, he met Murong Yan in women's clothing for the first time by chance.
At first sight, I was astonished!
Since then, I have been haunted by dreams, and when I wake up, I see Murong Yan in my dreams.
Unfortunately, even though his surname was Murong, he knew clearly in his heart that he was just a servant, the kind of servant who could die for the Murong family at any time.
Murong Shangde is an ambitious man. Ever since he met Murong Yan, his desire to become stronger has never been so strong.
He knew deeply that no matter how high his martial arts skills were and how outstanding he was, he would always be a servant of the Murong family, while Murong Yan was the master of this family.
The difference between master and servant is a huge gap in this era, let alone in a family like the Murong family with royal blood.
After losing their country for hundreds of years, the dream of restoring the country is still just a dream. The "self-nobility" that remains in the bones has become the last stubbornness of the Murong family.
When the gap between the dreams in their hearts and the reality in front of them is so great that it seems impossible to make efforts, many people choose to let nature take its course, or even give up on themselves.
Murong Shangde, who was originally extremely self-disciplined, has become indulgent in the past two years.
He is greedy for wine and lust, drunk on flowers and sleeping on willows. He even slacks off in his daily martial arts practice and is even a little moody.
Fortunately, no big mistakes were made. Two years later, he is still sitting in the position of being in charge of Yinzhou.
More than a month ago, the elder of the family, "Xi Du" Ouyang Feng, received a "noble man" here. Since then, this "noble man" has been under house arrest here.
Elder Ouyang repeatedly told him not to restrict the "noble man"'s actions, as long as he did not leave the house. The cost of living was even higher than his rank in charge.
This "noble man" was also required to make a certain amount of tea every day. Elder Ouyang gave him a three-month supply of tea, but he was strictly required to control the daily dosage, and no one else was allowed to drink it.
After years of professional training, Murong Shangde realized that the status of this "noble person" was not simple, but he still suppressed his curiosity until Murong Yan came here a few days ago.
Even if Murong Shangde has never seen Murong Yan dressed like this, even if she uses another new identity of Murong Yan, even if Murong Yan doesn't remember when there was a person named Murong Shangde in her family.
However, Murong Shangde still concluded at the first moment that the person in front of him who claimed to be the young master of the Murong family was the Murong Yan whom he thought about day and night.
He tried his best to suppress the strong longing in his heart. Without this concentration, Murong Shangde might have died countless times.
The beautiful woman in front of me cannot express her true feelings, but she is just treated as a servant, being called around and arranged for such and such things, even though he is really just a servant, even though deep down in his heart, he really hopes to be treated by her.
Instructing.
But the strong inferiority complex in his heart overflowed again, and the gap between master and servant could only be realized unforgettably when he met the real masters of the Murong family.
Murong Yan's arrival touched Murong Shangde a little, but what touched Murong Shangde even more was that he finally knew the identity of this "noble man". He turned out to be the famous "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi!
Is this your chance?
Murong Shangde's thoughts, which had been silent for two years, began to surge again.
As soon as Murong Yan left, Murong Shangde ordered someone to prepare a table of food and wine and delivered it to Huang Yaoshi himself.
"So you are the famous "Dongxie" Senior Huang? I have been with you for more than a month, and this junior doesn't even know your identity. You are really blind."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a smile on his face, Murong Shangde personally filled Huang Yaoshi's glass and poured himself a glass of wine.
For seven consecutive days, Murong Shangde would entertain Huang Yaoshi every day and prepare fine wine and food.
He even moved directly next door to "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi and sent his deputy to do all the daily affairs.
In addition to having a banquet with Huang Yaoshi once a day, I try my best to adjust my condition to the best, and my martial arts training has returned to the diligence of a few years ago.
The chat with "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi also started with some useless New Year greetings and gradually asked for advice on some problems that arose during my martial arts training.
Sometimes, I even practice it in person in front of Yaoshi Huang, humbly asking Yaoshi Huang to give comments, especially hoping to point out the areas where I can't practice.
After being under house arrest here for more than a month, Huang Yaoshi has opened up a lot, especially in the past half month, he has tried to start a new practice.
That's right, he can't mobilize his internal energy now, and he's also poisoned by other poisons. "Dongxie" is trying to see if he can find another way.
Put aside acupuncture points, put aside meridians, put aside internal forces, and only start with muscles and bones. If you were practicing Qigong and gathering Qi before, now it is just a "body exercise".
Anyway, idle time is idle. With the "Yi Jin Jin Jing" in the "Nine Yin Manual" as a foundation, combined with so many years of martial arts experience and vision, these ten days have really allowed him to explore some ways.
In fact, in the first month, "Dongxie" was trying to detoxify and save himself.
Unfortunately, after working hard for a long time and trying many methods, no effective method has been found, either pharmacologically or in terms of exercises.
At this time, "Dong Xie" couldn't help but feel envious of that boy Guo Mo. He heard that he was invulnerable to all poisons, and that the "Nine Yang Magic" he practiced was the nemesis of many poisons.
Regarding Murong Shangde's behavior in front of him, at first he thought it was arranged by Ouyang Feng, but later he gradually discovered that this was an ambitious villain.
During the days of house arrest, "Dongxie" was happy to see such an "interesting" young man appear.
Huang Yaoshi was not a stickler for trivial matters. Therefore, he should eat and drink Murong Shangde's filial food and wine. Huang Yaoshi also answered all Murong Shangde's martial arts questions.
For him, since this Murong Shangde is from the Murong family, he can also be regarded as his enemy.
However, there is no difference in the eyes of "Dongxie" whether his enemy is second-rate or first-rate.
Aren’t you guys ambitious and ambitious?
Okay, I'll just make it happen for you!
Since he wanted to become stronger but did not go through the normal channels of the Murong family, it means that this person has "two minds".
This is what Huang Yaoshi hopes to see.
Today, this Murong Shangde has spent a lot of money and bought the famous grape wine of Xixia country, just to honor Huang Yaoshi, or to thank him for his guidance these days.
Murong Shangde, who was able to practice martial arts to a second-rate level at a young age, naturally has his own judgment ability.
In just seven days of guidance, Murong Shangde sorted out all the martial arts he knew, making him feel that his cultivation level had grown by 10% out of thin air.
There is no lie in this. No matter what happens in the future, the harvest of these seven days alone is worthy of Murong Shangde's gratitude to Huang Yaoshi.
After so many years, it was either the unified teaching from the elders of the Murong family, or Murong Shangde's own speculation, but he has never received guidance from a master-level martial arts master like "Dongxie".
Murong Shangde even felt that his life for so many years had been in vain. If he had been lucky enough to practice martial arts with such an expert earlier, he would probably be far from where he is now.
This understanding actually made him feel more disgusted with the Murong family, feeling that they had delayed him.
There are obviously more powerful masters and better resources, but they are unwilling to use them on themselves.
He was well aware of Murong Yan's martial arts skills.
Although he is several years younger than himself, he is already at the top level. This is another area where he feels inferior when facing Murong Yan.
"Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi somewhat despised Murong Shangde's character, but he was also surprised by his persistence and understanding of martial arts.
Then let me see how much potential you have, and at the worst possible opportunity, I will cultivate you. If it really causes too much trouble, I will just kill you myself.
Alas, the mentality of the "Five Absolutes" is so arrogant.
"Boy, seeing how respectful you have been to me these days, I will teach you a little trick..."
"Thank you, Senior Huang!"
Before Huang Yaoshi could finish speaking, Murong Shangde had already prostrated himself on the ground.
"However, you are not a disciple of my 'Peach Blossom Island'. Naturally, the martial arts of the 'Peach Blossom Island' series cannot be taught to you easily."
"You should also know that I have learned a lot and have a technique, but I have never taught it to anyone else. You should be the first person to inherit this technique."
What Huang Yaoshi has been thinking about for more than ten days, he has also tried it himself, and the effect is quite good.
At least he is now able to move like a normal person and is no longer as helpless as before, but he still pretends to be the same in front of others.
Huang Yaoshi even predicts that if he continues to practice like this, at most half a year will be enough to make a third-rate martial arts practitioner as powerful as a second-rate master.
Note that this technique improves "combat power" rather than "realm".
If Guo Mo were here, he would definitely praise Huang Yaoshi, who is worthy of being the top martial arts wizard of this era.
The set of techniques he created is extremely close to the "Pailing Dragon Stick Technique" practiced by Guo Mo, but it lacks the subsequent transformation into true energy and only stays at the level of muscles and bones.
That's because the current Huang Yaoshi is simply unable to mobilize his true energy.
Huang Yaoshi was still not sure how long he would be under house arrest here, so he might as well use Murong Shangde as an experiment.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How could Murong Shangde know the thoughts of "Dongxie", and he was not at all aware of being treated as a guinea pig.
What this person taught him personally must be an astonishing secret, at least much better than what he is learning now.
"Well, let's do it this way. It's getting late today. Come here early tomorrow morning. I'll give you the full text of this technique first, and then I'll teach you how to practice it step by step."
Murong Shangde naturally burst into tears of gratitude and was really moved.
"Old senior, I know that I am not qualified to be your apprentice, but I cannot do anything detrimental to you. As long as I learn your magical skills, I will definitely find a way to save you."
Murong Shangde hasn't completely lost his mind yet, isn't it because he hasn't mastered this so-called "technique" yet?
"However, before our elder Ouyang left, he specially gave me a kind of tea, the same kind I brew for you every day."
"I ordered you to ration it every day, and I can only let you drink tea, but I can't give you tea leaves. Now I have brought you all the remaining supplies for more than a month."
"You are also a master of medicine and spiritual knowledge. Let's see if we can find any solution to this problem."
After Murong Shangde finished speaking, he took out a package of things from one of his pockets.
After opening it, I found that the inside was cut, similar to the black tea or white tea made in later generations. Each cut portion was only the size of a copper coin.
"Good boy, haha, you are serious, I accept this love."
Since he was so polite, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but appreciate it and reached out to take it.
In this way, an "untimely" journey of teaching Qigong began in this small Yinzhou City, in this inconspicuous secret house of Murong.
...
"Finally, Monk Chen, the last general, will meet the young prince!"
In the marching tent of the "loyal and brave army" of the Kingdom of Jin, Monk Wanyan Chen, who came from an unknown town, bowed respectfully to Wanyan Kang who was sitting on the commander's seat.
Three days have passed since the battle outside the nameless town.
Monk Wanyan Chen sent four groups of spies to climb down the city along the rope to detect traces of Subotai's troops.
When it was confirmed that the Mongolian cavalry had really retreated, the local garrison commander asked the sergeants in the city to spend more than two hours clearing away the pile of clay blocking the city gate.
Monk Wanyan Chen sent servants to find out the whereabouts of the Mongolian cavalry, and at the same time sent people to contact his 1,500 "Loyal and Filial Army" brothers who were riding outside.
Another half day passed, and several spies came back one after another to report.
Monk Wanyan Chen finally learned what happened outside the city. His "loyalty and filial piety army" attacked the Mongolian camp at night, and around four hundred people were killed on the spot.
The "Loyal and Filial Army" brothers who were left with a thousand soldiers finally escaped from the Mongolian camp under the leadership of the deputy general, but were chased and killed by 3,000 Mongolian cavalry.
It was the young prince of Prince Zhao's Mansion in front of him who personally led 30,000 "loyal and brave troops" to annihilate 3,000 Mongolian cavalry and saved more than 1,000 of his brothers.
Monk Wanyan Chen is a man who knows soldiers well. In that situation, if Wanyan Kang had not appeared, even if the "Loyal and Filial Army" would not have been completely wiped out, at least half of the brothers would not have been able to escape the murderous hands.
Therefore, he was sincerely grateful to the young prince who was several years younger than himself in the position of commander-in-chief.
As a warrior, he could feel the coercion coming from this young prince. It was absolutely impossible for him to be just an ordinary playboy. He was probably also a decisive master of killing.
"Haha, I finally meet the most powerful general of the Great Jin Kingdom. General Wanyan, please hurry up and invite me."
Wanyan Kang hurriedly walked out from behind the handsome case, walked two steps closer, stretched out his hands to help Monk Wanyan Chen up, and carefully looked at the famous warrior.
I saw that this man was more than nine feet tall with his head flat, half a head taller than himself. He was in his early thirties, with a full beard, a pair of eagle eyes, and a determined gaze.
Looking at the face, this is the most typical Jurchen, unlike Wan Yankang himself, who looks so "comely".
"I'm ashamed. I don't deserve the young prince's praise. If the young prince hadn't taken action in time this time, I'm afraid Monk Wanyan Chen would have been alone at this time."
Hearing Wanyankang praise himself as "the most powerful general in the Kingdom of Jin", Monk Wanyanchen was both excited and guilty. No matter which way it was, his favorable impression of Wanyankang suddenly rose to another level.
Wan Yankang stopped being polite. He knew that too many polite words would make people annoying.
"General Wanyan, according to reports from spies, the Mongolian Subotai is still stationed near a village fifty miles away, with only 11,000 troops left under his command."
"His atrocities in the villages have spread throughout the northwest states of the Xixia Kingdom, and a total of more than 20,000 troops have been dispatched from several state capitals to block the Mongols' return north."
"Since we, the warriors of Daijin, have caught up with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I, Wan Yankang, want to join in and keep these eleven thousand Mongolians in the land of Xixia forever."
"I wonder if General Wanyan is interested in accompanying me for a walk?"
Maybe it was because we had just won a victory, and it was also a battle of annihilation. Maybe the comparison of the enemy's and our own's forces was too obvious.
Wanyankang extended the invitation to Monk Wanyanchen with great confidence.
"Young prince, you have your orders, and no general will dare to disobey them!"
Originally, Wanyan Kang was the young prince of the Jin Kingdom, and his military position in the army was higher than that of Monk Wanyan Chen, and he had just saved his life and that of almost the entire army.
Now that the other party has made such a reasonable request, how could he not agree?
What's more, nearly five hundred of his brothers died in the attack on the camp that night.
Five hundred men may be nothing to other armies, but they are nearly one-third of the strength of their own "Zhongxiao Army". To the "Zhongxiao Army", it can be considered a hamstring.
"In this way, General Wanyan currently has only a thousand troops under his command. I will select another two thousand of the bravest soldiers from the 'loyal and brave army' and transfer them to General Wanyan's command."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Just follow General Wanyan's way of leading troops. Train horses, armor, weapons, bows and arrows. If you are missing anything, just ask."
"If the 'loyal and brave army' has it, I have no problem with it. If the 'loyal and brave army' doesn't have it, I can immediately send a letter to my father and make it up to General Wanyan as soon as possible."
Well, originally Monk Wanyan Chen was still worried that he only had a thousand men and horses left.
Although a lot of the equipment of the heavy cavalry was later recovered, how could we fight a tough battle without the men and horses?
Unexpectedly, the young prince in front of him opened his mouth to add two thousand troops and horses to himself, and he was completely open to requesting a supply of supplies.
"The last general...the last general is terrified, the last general..."
"General Wanyan, please don't do this. Your surname is Wanyan, and my surname is Wanyan. In my eyes, Wanyankang, General Wanyan is just like my elder brother."
"You are our most valiant general in Dajin, how could you not have enough strong troops to command? If I hadn't known that the 'heavy cavalry' consumes too much, and I was planning on it, I would have allocated tens of thousands of troops to the general.
"
Acting is all about acting. Since you want to accept this tough guy, you can't be petty.
In Wanyankang's eyes at this time, let alone two thousand sergeants, he would be willing to exchange twenty thousand sergeants for Monk Wanyan Chen.
It is true that "a thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find"!
"Finally, Monk Wanyan Chen, is willing to die for the young prince!"
"Haha, with General Wanyan's help, why worry about being thieves and not being prosperous?"
...
"Brother Mo, where do you think daddy will be?"
So many days have passed, not only has there been no news about Huang Yaoshi, but Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Ke's uncle and nephew also seem to have disappeared from this world, and there is no trace of information.
"Rong'er, maybe our guess at the beginning was wrong, or we were misled."
Guo Mo still held the original piece of ephedra paper in his hand.
"If you recognize this Xiao, go north to the desert."
"You mean, someone deliberately led us to the desert. In fact, they didn't go to the desert at all, but went somewhere else?"
"Rong'er, the one who can take out this jade flute must be from the Murong family, and the only one who can make his father-in-law willingly give it to him is Ouyang Bi back then."
"I think it was Ouyang Bi who came forward and deceived his father-in-law's jade flute, and then used some unknown means to get his father-in-law to help them. This can be seen in the rescue of Ouyang Ke from the foot of Taihang Mountain."
"As for spreading the word 'Peach Blossom Island' again, in addition to trying to divert our attention, I'm afraid it also has the purpose of sowing discord and profiting from it."
"For hundreds of years, the Murong family has done this kind of thing a lot. Now that I think about it, I really should have kept the one named Murong Yan that day."
After calming down, Guo Mo carefully analyzed what happened before and after, and felt that his current guess might be the closest to the facts.
But where is this Huang Yaoshi?
This was the only thing he couldn't explain. If anyone said that someone had captured Huang Yaoshi, he wouldn't believe it unless they used innate masters.
An innate master? Is he really still alive?
"Brother Guo, junior sister, we have the latest information——"
Chen Xuanfeng walked in from outside the tent in a furious manner, followed by his fourth junior brother Feng Ge.
Guo Mo likes Chen Xuanfeng for this. He is a bit nervous and considers himself a brother from the bottom of his heart, not a governor or a prince.
It was here that Guo Mo could "enjoy" this rare sincerity.
Guo Mo took the information and opened it and took a look.
"There are only more than 11,000 people left in Subotai's command, 3,500 of whom have lost their horses, and there are more than 700 wounded soldiers. In other words, there are less than 700 Mongolian cavalry who can truly be called
Thousands of men and horses.”
"Wanyankang has conquered Monk Wanyanchen, and the two armies of the Jin Kingdom have been combined into one, with nearly 30,000 troops. The Xixia army that came from nearby states also has more than 20,000 people, but the combat strength is still worth it.
Discuss."
"It seems that the war between these three parties is about to break out. We can't stay idle. If Subotai is defeated, there will be two most likely ways to escape."
Guo Mo took out the latest topographic map drawn by "Tingfeng", although Guo Mo had done his best to provide "Tingfeng" with the drawing techniques and techniques he knew from later generations.
However, the picture drawn still made Guo Mo not very satisfied.
"Wow, brother Guo, when did you get such a treasure?"
The map that Guo Mo was not satisfied with became a rare treasure in Chen Xuanfeng's eyes.
The mountains, rivers, avenues and trails, and the directions and distances between various cities are also clearly marked.
"Okay, one person will give you a copy of such a map. The routes to escape from Taipei will be this and this. Each of you will bring your own subordinates and ambush in these two places."
"If you don't see Subotai, let those skirmishers go back. If you see Subotai, be sure to capture and kill those who can."
"It was really too difficult, so we followed them, harassed them, delayed their return, and immediately sent people back to report the news."
"Leave me 20 guards here to deliver the message, and take everyone else away."
They are not the protagonists of this war, and Guo Mo doesn't want to fight for that glory, leaving it to Wan Yankang. I hope he can really make a name for himself in the land of Xixia.
Guo Mo again set his sights on Yinzhou City, which was thirty miles away.
"Rong'er, do you think it's really as simple as just passing by when Murong Yan comes to Yinzhou City?"
Chen Xuanfeng and Feng Ge happily took a map and left, leaving only Guo Mo and Huang Rong in the camp.
"Hmph, how is that possible? Let me see, you are 'destined to meet each other thousands of miles away'."
Guo Mo mentioned Murong Yan just now, but was interrupted when Chen Xuanfeng and others came in.
Unexpectedly, just after Chen Xuanfeng and the others left, Guo Mo actually mentioned this person's name again.
Although Huang Rong knew that Guo Mo was also analyzing things matter-of-factly, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she heard this person's name.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, and no one said a word.
After drinking a cup of tea, Guo Mo saw that it was still early, looked at Huang Rong, and walked out of the tent.
First go and tell the escort that you are going to Yinzhou City, and if you have any news, send it directly there.
He led the yellow gelding out of the camp and found Huang Rong already waiting there.
The two looked at each other and smiled, riding towards Yinzhou City.
"You, you are going to buy me delicious food later-"