Chapter 87 Chapter 86 Northwest Saint
A few days later, as night fell over the sky, three horses left the capital under the cover of darkness.
The leader was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, and the long sword on his waist looked ordinary, but if you looked closely, you could notice the implicit pressure contained in it.
The remaining two people were both wearing black tights, which were a bit tight. The younger one seemed a little uncomfortable, while the other one was obviously much more experienced.
The sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night and galloped along the official road.
The moon hanging high in the sky occasionally casts its white light, illuminating the way forward for them.
The sound of horse hooves startled the birds resting in the forest. The birds could be heard flapping their wings in panic and flying away from the branches, chirping in panic, as if warning their companions to leave quickly.
Their figures passed through the woods and mountains surrounding the capital, rushing towards the northwest.
About two hours later, a faint red light appeared in the distant sky. They had been traveling all night.
"Young Master, should we find an inn to rest?" suggested the slightly older man in black.
The young man in white pulled the reins and the nimble horse stopped. He didn't say anything, but just stared at the man who was speaking.
The man in black seemed to feel guilty and lowered his head. He was a little nervous and just waited quietly for the young man in white to speak.
"Let's find an inn, have breakfast and then continue on our journey." A cold voice sounded, followed by a whip wave. The horse that had been paused suddenly galloped away, and the remaining two hurriedly followed.
About half an hour later, they saw wisps of smoke rising from the distant horizon, and the pure white smoke obscured the sun hanging half in the sky.
The three of them changed direction and headed towards the direction of the smoke, and sure enough, they found an inn.
The leader dismounted first, and the older man in black beside him hurried forward and took the reins from him.
When the waiter in the inn saw the guests coming, he hurried out to greet them.
The man in black handed the three horses to him, threw him a silver ingot, and ordered, "Feed them with some good fodder."
Greed flashed in the waiter's eyes. He expertly reached out to catch the silver ingot thrown to him and bit it, leaving a tooth mark on the smooth silver. After confirming it was correct, he smiled at the three of them with a respectful expression, wiping his saliva with his sleeve and saying, "Please come in, gentlemen."
The man in black glanced at the young man in white, and after receiving a nod from him, he walked in first. The other two followed closely behind. The location of this inn was a bit remote. Although it was near the official road, it was still separated by a small forest.
After finishing breakfast, the man in black tentatively suggested, "Sir, the journey to the northwest will probably take more than ten days. Would you like to rest here for a while?"
His eyes were still drooping, and there was still a hint of guilt in his tone.
"I think there's no need to go to the Northwest. It's better to go back to the capital." A cold laugh was heard.
The man in black naturally didn't think the other person was sincere, so he could only smile awkwardly to ease the awkwardness. At the same time, he blamed himself in his heart, wondering why he had accepted such a task at that time. But when he accepted this task, he didn't expect that His Majesty would give him so many other tasks besides this.
Initially, he thought that following Yue Zun to the northwest was an excellent opportunity. Yue Zun was a gentle person, though a bit cold-tempered. Furthermore, he possessed immense martial arts prowess. A few words of advice from him would be worth years of hard training on his own.
But because His Majesty was worried about Yue Zun, he gave him hundreds of orders before leaving. To sum up, Yue Zun must not be tired or injured.
So much so that he kept on admonishing Gu Shiyan all the way, just like an old mother.
Although Gu Shiyan had never argued with him about anything, he began to feel a little irritated after so many times. After all, both sides were powerful figures that he couldn't afford to offend.
As for if you ask why Mu Congmo didn't come in person if he was so worried, at first Mu Congmo was really prepared to come in person, but was righteously rejected by Gu Shiyan.
Why did he want to come with him? Gu Shiyan was speechless. He even wanted to go to the northwest alone, but Mu Congmo refused to give in on this point.
In the end, he took Hongting and Moyu on the road to the northwest, leaving Mu Congmo alone, just like Wangfushi, waiting anxiously.
As for why I suddenly wanted to go to the northwest, the story started a few days ago.
Gu Shiyan suddenly received news from Fengyu Tower, saying that the Feiyun Order that had disappeared for many years suddenly reappeared, and the place where it appeared was in the northwest desert.
As the first disciple of the leader of Yunliang Qianchi Sect, Gu Shiyan naturally shouldered the mission of taking back the Feiyun Order. Therefore, the moment he learned the news, he made up his mind to go to the northwest.
But he always had to tell Mu Congmo before going. If he didn't, he didn't know what the other party would do. When he thought of Mu Congmo, Gu Shiyan felt helpless.
As expected, when Mu Congmo heard the news, he immediately asked the Shadow Dragon Guard to investigate. He then earnestly warned Gu Shiyan, "Ayan, what if this is a trap?"
"So what if it's a trap? I must take back this token no matter what." Gu Shiyan said with disdain and determination.
The next second, Mu Congmo's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was trembling, "Ayan, if anything happens to you, I will never live in vain."
Mu Congmo was serious about what he said. He didn't want to, and couldn't, endure the pain of losing Gu Shiyan again.
Gu Shiyan couldn't help but hold his forehead and said helplessly, "Have you forgotten my cultivation level, huh?"
Unexpectedly, Mu Congmo's attitude remained firm. "No matter what, A Yan still needs to be careful. Remember to bring the black jade, and let him bring some masters of the Shadow Dragon Guard."
Gu Shiyan placed a slender finger on his lips, blocking the words he wanted to say.
He didn't dare to think that if he let Mu Congmo continue talking, he might "take" the entire imperial palace with him.
Who knew that Mu Congmo would instantly become excited. He stuck out his tongue and licked Gu Shiyan's fingers. When the latter withdrew his fingers, he still felt a little unsatisfied.
In the end, Gu Shiyan and Mu Congmo each took a step back and decided to let Gu Shiyan take Hongting and Moyu with him.
But Mu Congmo was still a little worried and wanted to follow them. However, due to Gu Shiyan's tyranny, he had to give up this idea which he thought was brilliant.
Back in the present, Gu Shiyan looked at the two men in black following behind him and sighed deeply. Originally, if he were alone, the return trip by flying sword would only take five days. But now with the addition of Mo Yu, flying sword became a little inconvenient. After all, this was one of Yunliang Qianchi's secret manuals. Moreover, if three people were to fly swords, it would be a bit conspicuous.
Time passed quickly, and dozens of days later, the three of them had already seen the boundless sea of sand. The strong wind blew up the sand and rushed towards them.
The world-famous Dingbei City was clearly just ahead, but the sandstorm blocked the three people's path. Helplessly, they could only change direction and head towards the small wooden house nearby, which was not affected by the wind and sandstorm.
Mo Yu was the first to dismount. He knocked on the wooden door of the courtyard a few times and asked loudly, "Excuse me, is the master here? Can we go in to avoid the wind and sand?"
The next second, Gu Shiyan frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to pull him away. Then a powerful internal force followed, sending Mo Yu and Hong Ting dozens of miles away.
In a moment, Gu Shiyan was the only one left in front of the courtyard. He held the long sword on his waist tightly with one hand, and the Broken Rainbow Sword seemed to have become spiritual, making crisp sword sounds, as if to intimidate the enemies hidden around.
Then the door to the courtyard suddenly opened, and before the person appeared, a voice was heard. An old voice came with a hint of sneer: "Your Excellency Yue Zun, we are sorry for not welcoming you. Please come in and have a seat."
Gu Shiyan glanced around cautiously, then tapped the ground with his toes. The next second, he landed steadily in the courtyard. "If you are sincere in wanting to see me, please come out."
A hunched figure walked out of the hut. The man had gray hair and was wearing a robe made of coarse linen, which made his figure look even more hunched.
"After all, there are talented people in every generation. This world belongs to you young people." The man looked at Gu Shiyan for a few times and then sighed.
Seeing this, Gu Shiyan smiled and said, "Senior, you are wrong. Even if I have great abilities, I cannot escape this Spring and Autumn Pen Formation."
A flicker of admiration flashed across the old man's face, and then his amiable expression instantly turned into a warning. He said in a low voice, "Since you can recognize this formation, don't waste your energy. Just stay inside."
He was somewhat surprised that Gu Shiyan had already recognized the formation. As for why he had chosen to enter despite recognizing it, he guessed it was probably to buy time for the two young men to escape. He thought to himself, "He's a man of integrity and loyalty."
Gu Shiyan acted nonchalant, lifting his robe and sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, chatting casually. "Presumably, the Feiyun Order is also in your possession, Senior? Is your purpose just to lure me here and trap me?"
The old man gave Gu Shiyan a warning look and did not answer him.
Gu Shiyan then sniffed the air, frowning slightly as he continued, "It's just that this Spring and Autumn Brush Array was created by a Confucian sage to resist foreign invaders. It utilizes the Confucian spirit of righteousness. But, Senior, although this array is also composed of righteousness, why does it also contain a hint of blood?"
As if the secret in his heart had been exposed, a trace of guilt flashed across the old man's face, and then he said in a warning tone: "You should worry about yourself first."
"Yes, the world once used the saying 'South of the Yangtze River has thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of talented people; Northwest China has a sky, a place, and a saint' to praise the noble character of our predecessors. But who would have thought that a dignified Confucian scholar could not even use the Confucian integrity." Gu Shiyan seemed to have thought of something, and there was some sarcasm in his tone.
A hint of murderous intent appeared on the man's face, and a black aura emanated from his body. His voice was sinister, like a demon from hell demanding his life. "Since you're seeking death, I won't let you go now."
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