The night was as cool as water, with stars dotting the dim sky, a waning moon like a hook, and the night wind carrying a scent of damp earth. The chill in the wind made it undeniable that it was already late autumn.
There is a path in the forest, which is winding like a snake between the valleys and hills.
On the forest path, there were the sounds of wheels rolling over and the rustling of fallen leaves being trampled, but other than that, everything seemed relatively quiet. Occasionally there were the howling of wolves and tigers, the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, but they were harmless and instead highlighted the tranquility of the forest.
After staying in Ping'an Town for only half a day, the escort team set out on their journey again. Zhou Yi had already said everything to Bi Hongyao. She had to make a decision on her own for the rest of the journey. Therefore, in the past few days, this still somewhat immature saint of the Ming Cult always had an inexplicable sadness, as if there was a huge stone pressing on her heart that could not be moved.
The distance from Ping'an Town to Guangmingding is neither long nor short, only a few hundred miles in total, and it is a smooth official road. If Zhou Yi and others use their full strength to use their lightness skills and run all the way, they can arrive in less than a day.
However, even if you use your toes to think, you will know that this approach will definitely not work.
Because of Bi Hongyao's current identity and the internal strife of the Daming Sect, at this moment, all the important roads leading to Guangmingding must have been ambushed by skilled fighters from the Daming Sect, waiting to seize the opportunity at any time. Moreover, the weird, unpredictable, eerie and terrifying Western Rakshasa Sect has not even shown its figure yet.
The two major Western Region sects were all very powerful, and even if only the masters were counted, their numbers were dozens of times greater than Zhou Yi and his group. If Zhou Yi wanted to force his way through the tight control of so many people, he would have to have the martial arts of Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng to do it.
It's obvious that this is impossible. Zhou Yi has just received guidance from Xie Xiaofeng and has made a great breakthrough in swordsmanship, but his internal injuries have not healed after all, and he can only use about 50% of the power of the Jiuxiao Zhenjing. In this state, it is simply a pipe dream for him to challenge the masters of the Daming Zun Sect and the Western Rakshasa Sect.
Therefore, it is necessary to be clever at this time. As long as the enemy's large forces can be dispersed and forced to divide their troops to intercept, Zhou Yi is still confident that he can annihilate the remaining enemies.
The night is growing deeper.
However, the escort team had no intention of lighting torches. In fact, on this moonlit night with sparse stars, although everything was a little hazy, it was also very clear. Why would they need torches to light the way
Zhou Yi didn't light the torch because he didn't want to expose his position. Perhaps, in some dark corner, there was a group of deadly enemies hiding.
Unfortunately, no matter how careful they were, this road was no longer as smooth as it used to be. In fact, not only was this road not as smooth as it used to be, it might even have several insurmountable chasms.
The escort team had just passed a fork in the road when they heard a loud "bang" behind them, followed by someone's exclamation.
Zhou Yi turned his head to look, only to see that the black horse ridden by Subutai, who was leading the way in front, had fallen into a dark pit. Subutai, relying on his lightness skills, suddenly jumped off the horse with the Poison Dragon Spear in hand and landed on a branch.
"Be careful, there is a trap!" Subuchi lowered his voice and said deeply.
The fire suddenly lit up, and the dark forest path suddenly seemed a little dazzling.
Bi Hongyao was stunned immediately. He saw a person in the firelight, the person he least wanted to see in his life!
In the firelight, the man walked out slowly, like a huge rock—a moving rock. He stood two meters in front of everyone.
The man's deep blue eyes were watching Bi Hongyao's voice, and they looked a little creepy under the light of the fire.
After a long while, the man seemed to have made up his mind, heaved a deep breath and said.
"Your Highness, long time no see."
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"One wrong move, and the whole game is lost. The Great Ming Sect Master took action too early, but now he has no way out. Once the Saint returns to the Great Ming Sect, the two sides will inevitably fight a protracted war, and no one can be immune. Such a move is more costly than the original plan. But I am very surprised. Logically, the Western Luosha Sect should be more concerned than the Great Ming Sect. Why hasn't Yu Luosha made any move so far?"
The person who said this was a middle-aged man with deep features and a very distinctive appearance. He was wearing a blue cloak and long gown, and he was commenting on the current internal strife within the Daming Zun Sect, talking eloquently, as if he was sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers.
The demeanor in his every move is enough to make people look up to him, not to mention the evil and charming smile on his face, which has a fatal attraction to women, enough to attract most women to throw themselves into his flame like moths to a flame.
At this moment, the one who was with him and listening to his story was a beautiful lady with a stunning face and a slim waist. As the young man in blue robe finished speaking, the beautiful lady pursed her lips and gave a charming smile, showing her great understanding. It was obvious that she deeply understood what kind of response would make a man feel most satisfied.
"Since Big Brother Yan said so, if Big Brother Yan were to do it, he would definitely be better than these people. The Jade Rakshasa of the West and the Great Venerable of Infinite Wisdom are all good-for-nothings. How can they compare to Big Brother Yan?"
"Haha! Linglong's words may sound nice, but I, Yan Feilou, how could I not understand my own abilities? If I really had the ability, the position of the Young Master of the Ming Cult would not have belonged to that martial arts fanatic Yun Chongxiao."
The young man in blue shirt in front of him is none other than Yan Feilou, the Left Emissary of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, the common descendant of the two immortals Xiaoyao, and the most handsome man in the Western Regions.
"In Jianghu today, those vulgar and ignorant people still believe that the martial arts of a gang leader is the condition that determines the upper limit of a gang. Looking at the world, Yun Chongxiao of Longmen, Xiao Qianjue of Heluo Zhongyuan, and Murong Chunqiu of Xiaoxiang Pavilion are all like this. It's ridiculous!"
"That Yun Chongxiao is nothing but a martial arts fanatic, pursuing the ultimate in martial arts all day long. What does he know about the affairs of the gang? As for Xiao Qianjue, he is nothing more than a gangster-style leader. There is no problem drinking and eating together, but if he talks about strategies, it is simply laughable. That's why they are suppressed by Murong Chunqiu and cannot turn over!"
"If the Ming Cult and Longmen were in my hands, they would be at least twice as strong as they are now in a year at most. At that time, what would be the point of this bullshit plan of sitting in the northwest and watching the outcome of the Central Plains?"
Yan Feilou spoke with a smile, but his expression became increasingly ferocious.
The beauty Linglong just smiled and said nothing. At times like this, a woman like her always knows how to make a man happier, which is to give him a chance to show off his wisdom. Therefore, Linglong did not bother to think about these complicated questions, but just giggled and asked in a voice as sweet as a silver bell.
"In that case, why don't Brother Yan get rid of Yun Chongxiao... By that time... " (To be continued)