Chapter 86: Buzzing

Kublai Khan, under the orders of the Mongol Queen Mother and the Great Khan, was in charge of the Han Chinese areas south of the desert that had been seized from China.

Lian Xixian, the Jingzhao Xuanfu Envoy, entered the service of Kublai Khan at the age of nineteen. Because he loved Confucian classics and never put them down, he was called "Lian Mencius".

In the study.

Lian Xixian was reading a book. Even though he was busy with government affairs, it was his habit to read a book every night.

He looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a blue robe, with a pair of deep, bright eyes and a righteous look between his brows.

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, and he said softly, "Come in."

An old man dressed as a family member walked in, closed the door, and bowed, saying, "Master, since someone was able to sneak into the mansion and leave a message with a knife, he must be an expert. We must be on guard."

Lian Xixian put down the book in his hand and said slowly: "Xiang Chong, assassinating an official will bring disaster to the entire clan. The Quanzhen Sect is known as the leader in the martial arts world. Even though they are so close, don't they dare to step into our government office?

Because killing an official is a rebellion, which is different from the revenge killing in the Jianghu. If one person commits a crime, hundreds of people will be implicated. Even if those so-called Jianghu heroes are not afraid of death, who would not care about the lives of their relatives and friends? Besides, I have guards, you, several masters of the secret sect, and Master Yin, so what is there to be afraid of?

Besides, if I am scared by a piece of paper and cannot hide, how can I help the Fourth Prince to conquer the Song Dynasty? You go."

"All right."

Xiang Chong was not surprised by this. He asked what he should do, so he said no more, bowed, walked out and closed the door.

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, Xiang Chong shouted loudly, and with a "crack", the window shattered. Lian Xixian saw a red shadow flying in through the broken window.

He stood up immediately, and his movements were so fast that he didn't seem like a scholar at all. With a "clang" sound, he took the sword from the wall with his backhand. However, before the sword was fully unsheathed, a flash of blood appeared.

With a "clang" sound, Lian Xixian's right arm was still raised, but the hand on his wrist was gone. Blood spurted out from the broken wrist, and his right hand and the sword fell to the ground together.

Ever since Feng Yi practiced the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Chapter" in the Nine Yin Scriptures, his internal strength has been further enhanced, and his lightness skills have reached such a high level that he can come and go without a trace, even wearing a nightgown in the dark.

He simply ignored the night patrol soldiers and servants coming and going in the government office. In comparison, there were many houses here, and it seemed more difficult to know where the official worked than to sneak in.

But once he knew it, he entered the room, swung his bloody knife, and cut off Lian Xixian's arm.

Lian Xixian was horrified and was about to speak, "Stop..."

Xiang Chong shouted and rushed in from the window, with a flash of knife, he slashed at Feng Yi.

In his early years, he was a gangster, and his "Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife" was extremely powerful. Because he fell off his horse, he met Lian Xixian, who rescued him.

Xiang Chong was grateful for his kindness and from then on he became his side.

However, he did not expect the visitor to have such powerful martial arts skills. Eight of the sixteen guards at the door were killed in the blink of an eye.

The other party rushed straight into the house. Even though he knew that the other party was a martial arts master, he did not expect that the wrist of his savior would be separated in an instant. He was so angry that his chest was exploded. The knife was so powerful and swift.

Feng Yi's blood knife trembled with a hum, and the blood shadows became a huge ball. Xiang Chong ran too fast, and saw the blood everywhere, so he stopped in a hurry.

Ding, there was a flash of light, and the knife in his hand broke in the middle.

Xiang Chong was startled and jumped away. At the same time, Feng Yi slapped out with his left palm like lightning, and with a puff, it hit Lian Xixian's chest.

His palm was so powerful that the opponent felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. His chest and ribs were broken and he hit the wall behind him directly. With a "bang", the roof tiles shook.

Lian Xixian fell from the wall onto the table, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he lay motionless.

All this happened in an instant. Xiang Chong saw the other party wearing a black cloth, with a pair of sharp eyes flashing, holding a scimitar in his hand. He was in doubt and shook the broken knife. He shouted in a stern voice: "Lord Lian is a good official! How could you kill him?"

Feng Yi sneered: "Who told him not to listen to me!

Anyone who becomes a Mongolian official must die!"

Xiang Chong was furious and shouted, "I will fight you."

The broken knife was thrown out, followed by a palm strike.

Feng Yi snorted coldly, a flash of blood appeared, and the broken knife turned into a stream of light, piercing into the roof beam above with a buzzing sound.

Xiang Chong felt a blood shadow coming in front of his eyes. He shouted and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and a red line appeared on his neck. Then the red line began to thicken and blood beads dripped down.

With a "puff", a column of blood pushed up his head, and his head fell to the ground again. The sound of blood spurting and the sound of falling merged together, and with a plop, his body fell on his back on the ground.

Feng Yi kicked out, and the corpse broke the door. He then flew out and saw flames all around. Lian Xixian was a close confidant of Kublai Khan, and he had tight guards. Upon hearing the noise, dozens of people holding torches rushed over.

As Feng Yi left the house and was about to fly up to the roof, something suddenly flew over and a man shouted, "Don't panic, sir, I'm here!"

Feng Yi glanced sideways, but before he could see who this "late master" was, a sharp cymbal had already flown in front of him.

Feng Yi did not dodge or give way. He took full advantage of the attack and thrust his blood knife forward. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. With a flick and a push, the flying bowl was reflected and hit the opponent directly with extremely powerful force.

Only then did Feng Yi see clearly that four yellow-robed lamas rushed out at the same time, one holding a Zen staff, one holding a single sword, and one empty-handed.

The bowl-throwing lama saw his copper bowl flying towards him with the whistling sound, so how could he dare to take it head-on?

He dodged quickly, and the cymbal flew past and embedded into the chest and abdomen of a guard behind him. The edge of the cymbal was sharper than a sword, and Feng Yi's internal strength was even more horrifying. It immediately cut the man in half, and with its remaining strength, it flew towards the third person.

At this time, a Lama stretched out his Zen stick, and with a clang, he pressed it down. His martial arts skills were indeed quite good.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "I never thought you bald guys are so capable!" He stretched and said, "It's a pity that Grandpa is sleepy and has no time to play with you!"

As he turned to leave, the empty-handed lama suddenly said coldly: "You want to leave? It's not that easy!"

The bones all over his body made crackling sounds like popping beans. As he spoke, he leaped forward and slapped Feng Yi with his palm.

Feng Yi felt a wave of heat rolling in, and when he looked closely, he saw that his palms were red, like burning flames, and he said, "The Great Seal of Tantric Buddhism!"

"Exactly!"

Tibetan Buddhism belongs to the Mahayana Tantric Buddhism, which has many sects and is generally divided into: the Red Sect - Nyingma; the White Sect - Kagyu; the Flower Sect - Sakya, and even the later Yellow Sect and Black Sect.

Although these major sects fought openly and secretly, under the Mongol westward expedition, all sects had to submit to the iron hoof.

Including the current Great Mongolian National Master, King Jinlun, who is from the Nyingma sect of the Red Sect. In order to prevent his millions of believers from being trampled upon, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to join the Mongolian camp, be conferred the title of National Master, and be driven by it.

These lamas naturally also defected to Mongolia, but they could not compare with Jinlun and could only serve as guards.

Kublai Khan appointed several of his confidants to protect their safety.

Unfortunately, Feng Yi’s martial arts skills were too high, and he sent a knife and a letter in advance.

At the beginning, everyone took it very seriously, but after a few months, everything was calm and people naturally became lax.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi came today, and now he was defeated by him. If he escaped, how would he explain to Kublai Khan? The lama was able to use his bare hands, so his palm power was naturally amazing. Feng Yi was eager to win, and thought: "Let's see whether your Tantric handprint is more powerful or my Central Plains magic is more powerful!"

Feng Yi punched out with his left fist.

With a "bang", the two men collided head-on, using force against force, and the weaker one was injured.

The lama took four or five steps back, and felt blood rushing from his chest to his mouth. With a "plop" sound, the blood spurted out. His body was shaking, and he stopped only after being supported by his fellow disciples.

Feng Yi, however, remained motionless, and said with a chuckle, "The great handprint of the Tantric sect is nothing special!"

Amid the mocking voices, he did not even stand up or bend his knees, but his body floated up and flew onto the roof.

But before he stepped onto the roof, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards him. Feng Yi glanced to the side and saw a long whip shining with golden light passing by his side, shaking straight up and then curling towards his calf like a spirit snake. The man was very powerful and his martial arts was definitely not inferior to Li Mochou. Feng Yi did not expect that a prefect-level official could also be protected by such a master.

Then one of them laughed and said, "Your Excellency is so skilled, I came to join in the fun."

At the same time, three long arrows flew through the air with a continuous "whoosh".

Feng Yi was in mid-air, knowing that the other party wanted to force him down from the house, so he waved his left hand lightly to brush away the arrow, and swung his knife to pick up the long whip.

With a buzzing sound, the opponent's whip did not break. Feng Yi's heart trembled. He used the power of the opponent's long whip to twist his waist and turn in the air, like a python turning over, and landed on the roof. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the tip of the opponent's whip, and shouted: "Let go!"

At this time, three more arrows came. Feng Yi swung his bloody knife in a circle, deflecting all the arrows.

The man wielding the whip felt a strange force surging along the whip. His arms immediately became numb, his chest felt hot, and he retreated three steps in a row. The whip in his hand was snatched away by Feng Yi.

Feng Yi shook the long whip and placed it diagonally on his left forearm. It was seen that the whip was inlaid with pearls and gems. Such a luxurious weapon was probably the only one in the martial arts world.

Everyone was amazed by his miraculous skill of snatching the whip with bare hands. They stared in amazement and even forgot to shoot again.

Master Yin, who was whipping the whip, had a red face. He looked at the other party nervously, swallowed his saliva, and said, "What a great skill! I didn't expect that such a master like you would hide your head and rob people of their property. It's really chilling!"

Feng Yi looked down and saw the person who was speaking was a Hu man with a high nose, deep eyes, curly hair and yellow beard. However, he was wearing Hanfu, with a pearl hanging from his neck and jade bracelets on his wrists. His whole body was covered with jewels, including this whip.

Feng Yi's mind moved, and he said faintly: "The one who uses the whip, are you Yin Kexi?"

The Hu people were already shocked by his extraordinary martial arts skills. They were frustrated by his move and lost their weapons. When they heard him call out this name, they were even more surprised and cried out "Huh". The blood on their faces turned pale, but they raised their heads and said with a smile: "I am Yin Kexi. Who are you?"

Although he was smiling, he felt cold in his bones.

He was a wealthy Persian merchant. Three generations of his family sold jewelry in Bianliang, Chang'an, Taiyuan and other places. He took a Chinese name, Yin Kexi.

Lian Xixian received the letter from Feng Yi, and knew that Feng Yi intended to surrender to Kublai Khan, so he kept him in his mansion, intending to introduce him to someone else.

Yin Kexi heard the sound and rushed over. As a first-class master, he disdained to bully the weak with the strong. However, Feng Yi was too arrogant, so he tried to stop him.

However, he did not expect that not only did his attack fail, but he also lost his weapon and suffered a heavy loss. This was because his whip was made of gold and silver threads inside and inlaid with pearls, jade and gems outside. It could not be cut by ordinary weapons and was priceless!

Yin Kexi wanted to take it back but couldn't. His chest still felt stuffy. Feng Yi was still in mid-air at that time, trying his best to block the arrow. If he had been on the ground and fought fairly, he would have been injured by the opponent, not to mention losing his weapon.

He couldn't even imagine such horrifying martial arts.

Even the older generation figures in the contemporary martial arts world, such as the "Eastern Evil, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar", are probably no more than this, right? But how could these people do such a despicable thing?

Suddenly, he heard a commotion from all directions. Feng Yi looked at the battle situation in front of him and wanted to kill as many people as possible, but his goal had been achieved now, and Hong Lingbo was waiting for him. If he delayed for too long, the soldiers would block the road and it would be difficult to escape.

After weighing the pros and cons, Feng Yi smiled coldly: "Yin Kexi, this time the weapon has exchanged for your life, I hope you will have better luck next time!"

He leaped forward, disappearing like smoke or a lone wild goose. In a moment he flew more than ten feet, grabbed Hong Lingbo and flew away.

Yin Kexi and several lamas jumped onto the roof, only to see him catching a person who seemed to be a woman, shaped like a black-feathered night owl, who disappeared in a flash and blended into the vast night.

Yin Kexi was very conceited. He didn't expect that he would be defeated by someone today. He couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency's actions are shameful, and your name is also shameful?"

Feng Yi's voice was as loud as gold and jade, and he said in a loud voice: "Tell the Mongolian Khan and Kublai Khan that when I send him and his brothers and sons to hell, I will not let him be a confused ghost!"

The long laugh of "Haha" was like the long roar of an old dragon, and was heard by half the city.

Everyone was silent for a long time, and then a lama suddenly said, "Master Yin, how can we explain this to the prince? Please give us some advice."

Yin Kexi smiled bitterly and said, "Tell the truth, there is nothing to explain.

It's impossible to defend against assassins like this! How can you blame human power?"

The lama who had fought with Feng Yi frowned and said coldly: "Master Yin, this man is so powerful that he broke my great handprint magic with one palm. You often travel in the Central Plains, don't you have any guesses?"

Yin Kexi's face darkened, and he said nothing as he floated down the stairs. He thought to himself, "Your thing is worthy of being called the Great Handprint Divine Art. My weapon is worth a million gold!"

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Feng Yi led Hong Lingbo along the house and headed straight for the south gate. He gave the whip to Hong Lingbo and said, "I'll give it to you to play with!"

Hong Lingbo had never seen such luxurious weapons before and was extremely happy.

Feng Yi had already planned this route, and they soon reached the city gate. The city wall was not high to begin with, and Feng Yi's martial arts skills were very high. As they went up and down the city, the soldiers guarding the city only felt a black shadow flash by and then disappear.

The two men quickly left Chang'an City, found the inferior horses that had been left outside the city, took off their night clothes, and ran south together.

In today's world, if you ride a good horse, it will be taken away by the Mongolian soldiers, so Feng Yi and his companions either ride mules or inferior horses.

Hong Lingbo galloped on her horse, shouting continuously. It was not the first time that she and Li Mochou had killed someone, but to ride side by side with a remarkable man like Feng Yi made her feel happy and relieved.

After all, the Mongolian Khan and Kublai Khan were both great figures who had reached the pinnacle of the world, but in Feng Yi's eyes, they were just small toys that could be killed at will! Hong Lingbo asked, "Brother Feng, if you want to kill Kublai Khan, wouldn't it be helpful for him to be prepared if you informed him in advance?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "If I didn't remind him, wouldn't he be on guard?"

"Then who are you?" Hong Lingbo was very puzzled.

Feng Yi said: "I just want him to know that there is someone like me who wants to kill him, but I won't actually go!"

"Not going?" Hong Lingbo was even more confused.

Feng Yi looked at the vast night sky and said, "No matter how bright a star is, it needs the stars next to it to set it off.

The Mongolian Golden Family is too big, and there are many strong people, not just Kublai Khan, Mengge and other individuals! But no matter how capable they are, they still have to rely on their subordinates.

Let’s say that now that Mongolia has destroyed the Jin Dynasty and wants to launch a war to destroy the Song Dynasty, it is not as simple as attacking cities and seizing land. It has to recruit soldiers and train soldiers in advance, forge weapons, store food and grass, etc.

And these were not carried out by big figures like Kublai Khan, Mongke, or the Great Khan, but by officials at the prefecture and county levels under his command.

I will only kill these people. Everyone I kill will be in danger. Whoever dares to take this position will die! How can we start a war if we cannot even complete the preparations for war? "

Hong Lingbo said: "But if you do this, Mongolia will follow suit. Since Kublai Khan is so powerful and worthy of your intimidation, he will definitely be able to think of countermeasures. He can also kill our officials."

Feng Yi sighed: "There is no way, I am afraid of death.

A figure like Kublai Khan was heavily guarded, so an assassination attempt might not be successful. Even if it succeeded, I might not be able to escape, or I might fail and be killed.

Killing these officials is different. I don’t believe that a first-rate master can serve as a bodyguard for officials at the prefecture and county levels.

Second, killing Kublai Khan may not necessarily reverse the current situation, so I might as well start a bad example! "

"Bad guy?" Hong Lingbo didn't understand again.

Feng Yi said quietly: "That's because the Mongols wanted revenge, so they sent people to kill the officials of the imperial court.

Anyway, I am not working for the Zhao Song dynasty, but I hope that my Han people will not be caught up in the ocean of war.

If one hundred of these officials died, ninety-nine of them did not do it unjustly, but I would regret the one who died.

As long as officials are in danger, both countries will be in chaos.

I walked along the way, killed people along the way, and finally I went to the grassland and sprinkled poison into the water source, hehe..."

"Ah?" Hong Lingbo was shocked: "Sprinkle poison into the water source?"

She never expected Feng Yi to be so cruel.

Feng Yi knew what she was thinking and asked, "Have you ever seen the Mongols attack a city?"

Hong Lingbo shook his head and said, "No!"

Feng Yi said coldly: “Since Genghis Khan, when the Mongolian army attacked a city, they always drove the enemy’s civilians ahead, so that the defenders could not help but show mercy. Even if they showed mercy, the Mongolian soldiers would follow immediately.

This method can not only slaughter the civilians of the enemy country, but also shake the morale of the enemy soldiers, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

They were so eager to do such a brutal and vicious act because it could produce miraculous results. Generals from countless countries were unable to solve this problem.

Why? Because the Mongols are cruel and vicious, but we are not!

Looking back at thousands of years of history, the number of massacres committed is not as many as that caused by the rise of Mongolia.

Because in the eyes of the Mongols, as long as they can win the war, they can use any means, there are no rules, no restrictions, and no need for any morals!

Then why can't I, Feng Yi, follow suit?"

Feng Yi had another thought in his mind: "Such a cruel and insane tribe should not exist! So he wants to poison the water source directly, and no one will have an easy life!"

For this reason, Feng Yi took Hong Lingbo and advanced all the way south from Shaanxi, visiting every prefecture and county, without missing a single place.

His steps were to first settle down in the city, find out where the government office was, and then study the retreat route.

When the moon is dark and the wind is strong, he will let Hong Lingbo leave the city early and wait outside the city, and then he will assassinate him alone.

It was precisely because of his caution that it took him two full months to reach the Qin-Yu border from Chang'an.

But from north to south, from east to west of the two rivers, anyone who had even a little exposure to the martial arts world knew that a top master had appeared in the world, had robbed a peerless beauty, and had a magic weapon and a priceless treasure, but he specialized in killing Mongolian officials.

No matter whether he was Han, Mongolian, Semite or Khitan, as long as he was a Mongolian official, he would be killed alive.

All over the world, the topic of discussion among martial arts heroes is almost entirely about this matter.

But Feng Yi had no reputation in the martial arts world, and no one knew who did it. Some said it was Li Mochou who did it because Feng Yi occasionally threw a handful of poison needles.

People with more insight discovered that this was similar to the toxicity of "Ice Soul Silver Needle".

That day the two men arrived at Longju Village, an important transportation hub between Qin and Yu with many shops. Feng Yi's bloody knife was wrapped around his waist, and Hong Lingbo's long sword and whip were hidden under the saddle. The two men dismounted and walked.

Hong Lingbo stepped forward and grabbed a person, and was about to ask where the government office was. Feng Yi quickly reached out and grabbed her, whispering, "Be careful and keep a low profile."

Hong Lingbo has always been conceited and arrogant. These days, as Feng Yi's wishes have come true, he has become a little proud.

But even though she knew in her heart that Feng Yi was right, she still joked, "You are really afraid of death!"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Of course not! We only have one life!"

Hong Lingbo knew that Feng Yi said he was afraid of death, but he was actually doing something serious, killing all nine generations of his clan, so he snorted immediately.

Suddenly, they heard a scream, and it turned out to be a woman's voice. There was a noise in the distance. The two men looked at each other, led their horses and walked over.

In the middle of the street, I saw a fat Mongolian in gorgeous clothes grabbing a beautiful woman's arm and nibbling her face, while several blue-clothed servants beside him laughed.

The woman had a pretty face and simple dress, and looked like she was from an ordinary family. But now her face was red, and her face was covered with tears and snot, which made her look much less charming.

The young woman was shocked and ashamed. She was alone and could neither afford to offend nor escape. She was so anxious that she almost cried, "Master, please let me go!"

I only heard a servant say, "Do you know who this gentleman is? He is the general's son. It is a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes that he likes you."

The fat young man smiled and started chewing with his pig mouth open.

Hong Lingbo cursed in a low voice: "What a pervert you are! I've saved myself from having to look for you!"

As he said this, he turned around and was about to draw his sword, but Feng Yi held him back. He heard a cry of "Ouch!" and the fat young man jumped, holding his buttocks. He lowered his head and saw a small copper coin dropped to the ground.

He slapped several blue-clothed servants in the face, knocked them to the ground, and muttered something in Mongolian.

One of the servants cursed, "Who dares to tease the general?"

When Feng Yi heard the sound of hidden weapons, he saw a graceful young lady in a green shirt standing on the top of the teahouse and looking down.

When the two men looked at each other, they saw that the face of the girl in blue was indescribably strange and ugly. Not a muscle on her face moved at all, and she looked like a dead person.

A few people shouted a few times, and saw a crowd of people. They had no idea who did it. When the mysterious person made a fuss, the young woman took the opportunity to escape.

The fat man felt a pain in his buttocks after being hit by the copper coin. Then he saw that the beautiful woman was gone, so he walked away cursing.

Hong Lingbo also saw the face of the man in green, and she couldn't help but feel terrified. However, she frowned and scolded, "Why did you give him copper coins? Why didn't you just use a hidden weapon to kill him directly?"

Feng Yi pondered for a while and said, "Let him live two more days."

The two men were walking slowly, leading their horses. Just as they were about to stop at an inn, a farm boy ran up to the horses and called out, "Master Feng, I have something for you." Then he handed him a letter.

Feng Yi took it, squeezed it with his hand, and felt there was only a piece of paper inside. He tore open the cover and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. He saw that it was written on the paper: "There is a trap in Longju Village, don't go there!" The yellow paper was rough, but the handwriting was quite elegant.

Hong Lingbo exclaimed, "Who is this kid? How does he know your last name is Feng? And how does he know you are going to Longju Village?"

Feng Yi's mind flashed, and he smiled slightly: "That means we are being followed without knowing it!"

(End of this chapter)