Chapter 89 Chapter 88 So what if we have strong soldiers and horses?
As a sharp cold light cut through the air, a crisp sword sound was heard, and even a crack appeared in an inconspicuous place in the formation. The three people who controlled the formation seemed to be unable to hold on and took a step back together.
The sword light stirred up gusts of wind and sand, and with a sharp and domineering sword intent, it struck heavily on the three marks.
Gu Shiyan also bought himself some time to catch his breath. He took this opportunity to steady himself and reached out a hand to touch the smooth and sharp sword in his hand. The sword emitted bursts of cold light under the moonlight.
The old monk was holding a glittering golden relic in his hand, which must have been left by a high-ranking monk who had passed away in the Huguo Temple; as for the purple-gold book in the hands of the Beirong National Master, he had just said that he had stolen it from the worship hall. It must be the legendary treasure of Beirong - the Purple Lotus Holy Book of Ferrymandering, Gu Shiyan thought to himself.
The hunchbacked old scholar held an ancient bamboo slip in his hand. It looked as if it had just been dug out from somewhere. It was covered in dust and even looked a bit worn.
Gu Shiyan studied it, a hint of confusion in his eyes. It seemed like a note left by a Confucian sage. The powerful and righteous spirit on it gave Gu Shiyan some ideas. However, he still didn't understand why the other party would take action to lure him to the northwest. In fact, judging by the current situation, it seemed that this Confucian sage was the mastermind behind this plan.
Si Kou Hong revealed some information just now, and the final target of this matter was still Mu Congmo.
The other party had trapped him with such a powerful lineup simply to prevent him from intervening. As for Mu Congmo's safety, Gu Shiyan wasn't worried at all. He was well aware of his methods. Ever since the Huai Wang Jiangnan treason case, Mu Congmo's control over the capital had tightened.
The only place where war could break out now was at the border, and Gu Shiyan suddenly realized it. The northwest seemed to be the fiefdom of Prince Ping. Unfortunately, this prince, like his title, was truly ordinary, so Gu Shiyan didn't know much about him.
Therefore, Gu Shiyan was not sure whether King Ping had the courage to rebel.
Nowadays, most of the world's top masters have gathered here, and although the Shadow Dragon Guards beside Mu Congmo are a bit unreliable on weekdays, their cultivation is still decent in the world, and protecting Mu Congmo's safety should not be a problem. Moreover, the other party still has a bit of internal force left by himself. If anything happens to him, he will be able to know it first, Gu Shiyan thought in his heart.
He didn't have much time to think. After just a moment, the three men recovered from Gu Shiyan's sword energy, and another wave of pressure of various colors attacked Gu Shiyan.
Seeing this, he frowned slightly and looked a little impatient.
He just touched the ground with his toes slightly, and the next second, he came directly in front of Huan Zai in one step, showing a hint of murderous intent towards the latter, and then made a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc.
Unlike Gu Shiyan's carefree and unrestrained attitude, Huan Zai showed a hint of surprise on his face. After he realized what happened, he quickly took action to try to resist Gu Shiyan's attack.
He just raised his hand slightly, and a cold light mixed with dark blue and dark purple emanated from his palm. He actually caught Gu Shiyan's sword with his hand.
But he was far from being as relaxed as he looked. He couldn't help but take a step back, raising a cloud of dust.
Seeing that he was unable to hold on, the remaining two rushed towards him.
But Gu Shiyan was not a fool. When he saw two ghostly figures rushing towards him, his figure disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a lot of white mist suddenly appeared in the original formation, mixed with the flying sand in the air, making it impossible for people to see what was going on inside.
The three men stopped what they were doing when they saw this. Si Kou Hong shouted, "Be careful, this is a cloud formation."
The Cloud and Mist Formation is also a formation of Yunliang Qianchi, but this formation is not offensive, so it is much less famous in the world.
The formation was also extremely simple to set up; all that was needed was to transform one's internal energy into mist and then release it. The purpose of this formation at Yunliang Qianchi was simply to seal the mountain gate, causing the entire peak to disappear into the clouds.
Gu Shiyan's use of it today was quite novel. The three people outside the fog all looked into the fog vigilantly, fearing that Gu Shiyan would run out from somewhere and stab them with a sword.
Each of them knew very well in their hearts that if it were a one-on-one fight, they would never be a match for this martial arts rookie.
They knew that this was their only chance to defeat Gu Shiyan in their lifetime, so they all took up the most powerful weapons in their hands, and even used various means to set up formations here in advance.
Suddenly, a silver-white light appeared in the white fog and rushed towards Jingkongda. The old monk stepped back slightly, and the Buddhist beads in his hand kept turning. Then, he was completely enveloped by a golden bell.
Suddenly, the sword light changed direction and flew towards Huan Zai who was watching the show on the side.
This time he didn't have the same luck as last time. The heavy sword hit him hard. Even though he quickly mobilized all his internal strength to resist, it was still ineffective.
After all, Gu Shiyan had reduced his cultivation by several levels before. Now his cultivation was the lowest among the four. In addition, he was the youngest and his experience was not as good as the other two.
As a mouthful of blood spurted out, Huan Zai took a few steps back and finally fell against the pillar in the yard.
The yellow sand was mixed with some warm blood, and the attacks of several people shattered the originally harmonious and comfortable courtyard.
As Huan Zai was seriously injured, the light of the purple-gold array seal covering Gu Shiyan also weakened a lot.
The remaining two people both looked as if they were facing a great enemy. The old monk held the ancient Buddhist beads tightly in his hand, his steps were solemn, and his eyes were full of vigilance.
The old scholar in torn clothes opened the bamboo slips in his hand, revealing the golden words on them. The words on them shone with brilliant golden light, reflecting the holy moonlight.
Gu Shiyan's figure went in and out several times, and after that, many sword marks appeared on the clothes of the remaining two people.
On the other hand, Gu Shiyan was still wearing white clothes, and the white mist in the formation also dissipated.
He held the ancient sword in one hand and looked down at the two of them, his expression seeming to be somewhat bored.
Seeing this, the remaining two people looked at each other and threw the weapons in their hands high into the sky. The golden relic turned into a huge Buddhist seal in the air, and the ancient bamboo slip turned into a Confucian symbol. The two merged together and smashed straight towards Gu Shiyan.
Gu Shiyan stood in place and waved the sword in his hand, and the formation seal lost its effect.
The two of them looked a little stunned, but Jingkong was the first to react, "He transformed the clouds and mist into his own internal energy."
On the other hand, Gu Shiyan's lips curled up slightly as he said calmly, "You guessed wrong. This mist is originally formed from my internal energy."
Si Kou Hong's eyes were grim, with a hint of fear in them. Then he sighed deeply, pointed his finger in the air, and a beam of light yellow went straight up into the sky.
After waiting for a while, as the sound of horse hooves got closer, an old man in black tights slowly walked in. He was wrapped in a wide black cloak, and his face could not be seen.
Si Kou Hong looked at him with some regret and a hint of memories in his eyes.
Gu Shiyan looked at the newcomer, a look of scrutiny flashing in his eyes, with a hint of curiosity. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his thin lips parted slightly, "I didn't expect to see Master Chang here."
Hearing this, the man took off the black cloak he was wearing, looked at Gu Shiyan with a hint of guilt on his face, and said loudly: "Mr. Gu, it's been a long time since we last met."
Gu Shiyan didn't answer him. Instead, he looked in Si Kouhong's direction, his eyes full of inquiry and teasing. "Is this gamble worth it for the sake of Prince Ping?"
Si Kou Hong's expression froze for a moment, then he relaxed. "It seems that between Prince Ping and His Majesty, you prefer the latter."
Gu Shiyan nodded and said as a matter of course: "Shouldn't we be optimistic about him?"
When these words were spoken, Sikou Hong laughed out loud as if he had heard some huge joke.
As if he had finally laughed enough, he looked in the direction of Gu Shiyan with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Then you just stay here and see who will be the final winner."
Gu Shiyan held the sword in one hand, his eyes fierce, and smiled: "It's a pity that I still prefer freedom."
Immediately afterwards, a cold light shot out, and when it was about to reach Sikou Hong, it was blocked by an invisible light curtain.
Gu Shiyan looked in that direction and found that Huan Zai, who had just fallen to the ground, had stood up and was staring at him menacingly.
The current situation was a bit troublesome. A hint of fear flashed in Gu Shiyan's eyes, and his gaze just happened to move away from Chang Jiao.
Gu Shiyan put the long sword back on his waist and said in a cold voice, "I am a little curious, why are you so sure that the winner will be King Ping?"
Seeing that he had no intention of continuing the fight, Si Kou Hong pondered for a moment and then said with some pride, "Prince Ping has learned the art of governing from me for decades. The northwest is strong in both military and cavalry, and we have the Beirong to help us in the north. There are also many noble families in the capital who are willing to serve as Prince Ping's vanguard. Why should we worry about not winning?"
Hearing this, Gu Shiyan couldn't help but chuckle, his tone tinged with disdain: "So what if they have strong troops and horses? The food and grass in the northwest are simply not enough to support King Ping. As for the Northern Rong and the aristocratic families, weren't they all defeated by Mu Congmo?"
Before Si Kou Hong could open his mouth to refute, Huan Zai, who was watching the show from the side, couldn't help himself first. A trace of anger appeared on his face, and his voice towards Gu Shiyan seemed to be filled with hatred, "I was also defeated by Your Excellency. Am I also so useless in Your Excellency's heart?"
Then, as if to console himself, he said, "But now, aren't you still in my hands, the aloof and noble Lord Yue Zun?"
Gu Shiyan ignored him and continued to look at what Si Kou Hong had just said. He inquired curiously, "The rumored Confucian master, who was not interested in fame or fortune, traveled alone to the desolate northwest land to build an academy and educate the people. I really don't believe such a Confucian master would help King Ping rebel."
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