nyslfriends Chapter 58 Fellow Daoist Bai, take care! Yun Zhongzi is going down the mountain? Then kill Li Jing a
Chapter 58 Fellow Daoist Bai, take care! Yun Zhongzi is going down the mountain? Then kill Li Jing a
early morning.
The open space behind the vanguard battalion of the Shang army camp.
"clang!"
A dull, metallic clang suddenly rang out.
Yang Jian was pushed back half a step by the tricky force transmitted from the gun, and his tiger's mouth felt slightly numb.
"Too slow."
Gu Xuan sheathed his spear and stood still, his voice carrying a hint of casualness and sternness.
"You saw the path of my gun, but your knife strike was a beat too late."
Yang Jian's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.
He didn't refute it, but nodded thoughtfully.
The scene he had dreamed of countless times—his older brother teaching him martial arts...
Now, it's within reach!
Yang Jian gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, a faint smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.
He regained his momentum and was full of fighting spirit.
"Again."
Gu Xuan nodded slightly, about to demonstrate the next move—
"Brother Gu Xuan!"
A deep, resonant voice drifted from afar.
Mo Liqing strode over.
His usually carefree, bold, and rugged face now carried a subtle solemnity.
"Master Zhao, please come over with Brother Yang Jian."
He walked closer, his voice unconsciously lowering a few decibels.
"A guest has arrived."
Gu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly.
To elicit such an expression from Mo Liqing...
This "guest" is definitely not simple.
"Walk."
Gu Xuan decisively sheathed his spear and gave Yang Jian a slight nod.
The two followed the solemn-looking Mo Liqing through layers of camps and arrived at the central military tent.
The moment the curtain was lifted by Mo Liqing.
Gu Xuan paused almost imperceptibly.
Inside the tent, Zhao Gongming sat upright in the main seat, leisurely sipping his tea.
And in the guest seat opposite Zhao Gongming...
A boy sat quietly.
The boy looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome and refined appearance, as gentle and elegant as jade.
He was dressed in a spotless white robe, with a whisk slung across his waist.
but--
Gu Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted the moment he saw the boy.
The rebellious will and the spear intent refined to the extreme within his body instinctively tensed up the moment he entered the tent.
This seemingly harmless boy showed no trace of magical power.
It was so clean that it resembled a bottomless ancient well.
The moment Yang Jian entered the tent, the divine markings on his forehead seemed to be stimulated by some indescribable force, throbbing uncontrollably.
He was terrified and instinctively turned to look at Gu Xuan beside him.
Gu Xuan shook his head secretly.
The two bowed respectfully.
Then he stood down in the position below Zhao Gongming.
Upon seeing this, the young man stood up smoothly and bowed to Zhao Gongming.
"I'm sorry to bother you."
Zhao Gongming laughed heartily but did not get up to see him off.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, please take care. I won't see you off."
The boy turned around naturally and walked out of the tent.
As they passed by Gu Xuan and Yang Jian.
Her originally light steps suddenly slowed down by half a beat.
Then......
It paused for a moment.
The boy turned his head slightly to the side.
Her gaze first fell on Gu Xuan's cold and handsome face, lingering for a moment on his eyebrows and eyes.
Then, quite naturally, he moved toward Yang Jian, who was standing to the side.
It lingered a little longer on the divine markings on Yang Jian's forehead.
It's like they're confirming something.
It's as if it's recalling something.
A moment later...
The boy suddenly laughed.
His smile was gentle and open.
Deep within his eyes, however, a very faint glimmer flashed...
Kindness, yet a sigh.
Then.....
He shook his head gently, turned his gaze away without any lingering affection, and stepped out of the tent.
Inside the tent, there was a moment of silence.
Gu Xuan frowned slightly, turned to look at Zhao Gongming, and was about to ask a question.
Zhao Gongming, however, seemed to have expected this, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"sit."
He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.
He spoke to the two of them in a calm and indifferent tone.
"The Chan School..."
"Someone's coming."
Upon hearing this, Gu Xuan and Yang Jian both stiffened slightly.
"Yun Zhongzi, the Pure and Moral True Lord."
Zhao Gongming calmly announced two names, then paused.
"He led his disciples Huang Tianhua and Yang Ren down the mountain in a few days to rush to the aid of Xiqi."
The words fell.
He then picked up his teacup, closed his eyes to rest, and said no more.
Inside the tent, silence returned.
Yang Jian frowned.
Yun Zhongzi, the True Immortal of Fortune, is the master of Lei Zhenzi.
And Lei Zhenzi...
He died at the hands of his eldest brother.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Xuan.
However, Gu Xuan's expression remained completely unchanged.
Just then.
Outside the main tent, Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, and Mo Lishou filed in one after another.
Mo Liqing glanced at Gu Xuan with a grave expression, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Brother, these two Golden Immortal powerhouses..."
Gu Xuan did not answer immediately.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers unconsciously touching the gun barrel.
All eyes in the tent were fixed on him as if he were an immense burden.
After a while.
Gu Xuan slowly raised his head and asked Mo Liqing calmly.
Why did Yun Zhongzi descend the mountain?
Mo Liqing was taken aback, and blurted out subconsciously, "...Naturally, it's to avenge his disciple."
Gu Xuan nodded and continued, "Then who is the disciple of the Pure Void Moral True Lord?"
"Huang Tianhua, Yang Ren," Mo Lihong replied.
"Where is Huang Tianhua's father?"
Mo Lishou was stunned for a moment, "...the traitor Huang Feihu."
Gu Xuan nodded slightly.
"Li Jing lost two sons, but he still held on in Xiqi."
"Huang Feihu too."
His voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"Two generals who have lost their sons will not be able to lead troops or fight battles if they stay in Xiqi. They will only become a burden to Jiang Ziya."
"but--"
"They won't leave."
"They have to wait."
Everyone inside the tent listened quietly.
Mo Lihong scratched his head, not quite understanding for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you waiting for?"
Mo Liqing glared at him fiercely.
Gu Xuan smiled and shook his head, then continued.
"Waiting for a chance to get revenge."
"The reinforcements from the Chan Sect will be their opportunity."
Gu Xuan paused here.
Everyone inside the tent was waiting for him to say something next.
Mo Liqing frowned, vaguely guessing what was going on, but not sure.
Gu Xuan raised his head and glanced at everyone in the tent.
The voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable killing intent.
"But if..."
"Should we kill Li Jing and Huang Feihu before reinforcements arrive?"
The words fell.
There was a moment of deathly silence inside the tent.
Mo Liqing's pupils suddenly contracted.
Mo Lishou gasped.
Mo Lihong and Mo Lihai exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with shock.
Even Yang Jian was slightly stunned at this moment.
A moment later—
Mo Liqing slowly exhaled, a hint of undisguised admiration appearing in his eyes.
"brother……"
"Your move..."
"That's ruthless."
Gu Xuan ignored his comments and continued calmly.
"With Li Jing dead, Xiqi lost its leader."
"With Huang Feihu dead..."
He looked at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian remained silent for a moment.
Images of Li Jing blocking the road with his pagoda flashed through my mind, as did Nezha's distorted face when he was suppressed.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice
"Huang Tianhua is bound to lose control."
Gu Xuan nodded.
"An out-of-control disciple is a burden to the Pure Void Moral True Lord."
"Yun Zhongzi came with a grudge from the start."
"Plus, the enraged Huang Tianhua is holding Qingxu back."
"Two Golden Immortals, one blinded by hatred, the other burdened by his disciple."
He paused, his voice growing even colder.
"Compared to two calm and collected Golden Immortals—"
"Much easier to deal with."
A few breaths passed in silence inside the tent.
Mo Lishou frowned and said, "But what if the two Golden Immortals arrive ahead of time..."
"So we need to be quick."
Gu Xuan's voice was without the slightest hesitation.
A flicker of struggle crossed Mo Lishou's face. "That's true, but isn't this plan too risky...?"
Gu Xuan glanced at him indifferently and said.
"What are our chances of winning if we don't gamble?"
Mo Lishou gritted his teeth and said, "...less than 30%."
"What's there to hesitate about?"
Gu Xuan stood up expressionlessly, leaning his spear on the ground.
Mo Liqing gave Gu Xuan a deep look and said in a deep voice, "What if two Golden Immortals are bullying the weak..."
The words fell.
A very faint hissing sound suddenly rang out from inside the tent.
Everyone turned to look.
Zhao Gongming put down his teacup at some point and casually flicked a non-existent speck of dust off his sleeve with his finger.
He didn't look at anyone.
But there was a half-smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly calmed down.
No one mentioned the Golden Immortal anymore.
Gu Xuan raised his spear, looked at the people inside the tent, and said calmly.
"Let's go..."
"A challenge."
"It's time to do what I promised Nezha."
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