Chapter 96: Battle of Wisdom and Courage

Feng Yi was still thinking when he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. He immediately stood up and leaned against a big tree. Looking from above, he saw dozens of people walking quickly down the mountain, including monks and laymen, old and young. Their steps were very brisk and steady, which showed that their martial arts skills were not weak.

Dust billowed in the distance, and it was obvious that there were Mongolian cavalrymen around the official road. Feng Yi knew that Jinlun was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and once he realized that he was no match for him, he would definitely ignore his status as a national teacher and join others in attacking him.

The enemy and I were so outnumbered that I certainly would not have the upper hand. But I had been killing officials for the past few months just to create a momentum that the Mongols were not scary and that we could all kill them together.

If you meet Master Jinlun, don't fight, just leave.

When the news spreads to the martial arts world, people will definitely say that this "Meng Tu Xia" is a coward who only knows how to talk. If he is like this, how can others be compared? Feng Yi thought of this and looked at the surrounding situation. Seeing the green mountains, dense forests, and deep valleys, he thought that he should meet him first and have a chance to kill a few people. If the situation is really unfavorable, it will not be too late to leave. He can't really escape at the sound of the sound.

Feng Yi made up his mind, flew down the tree, grabbed Huodu and Dalba, chose a favorable terrain where he could escape at any time, climbed onto a huge rock, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes like an old monk in meditation.

Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard. Feng Yi opened his eyes slightly, and saw eight lamas in yellow robes and black boots, slowly coming towards them. The cylindrical bones in their hands were spinning non-stop, and golden light was shining brightly. Most of them had high protrusions on their temples, and bulges under their robes.

The eight people walked to the center of the mountain platform, then stopped together, and then stood on both sides, leaving a road about ten feet wide in the middle. Each of them raised the cylinder in his hand high and muttered something.

Eight more people came slowly, their steps were in unison, their feet made a sound when they stepped on the ground. They were carrying a large sedan chair, which was hollow on all sides and hung with pearl curtains. A red-robed monk could be vaguely seen sitting quietly, without any movement.

The eight-man sedan chair came to the middle of the eight lamas who had come before. After a few people stopped talking, the cylinder was lowered, and the people carrying the sedan chair put it down and stood on both sides with their hands hanging down.

Dozens of people stood in several rows behind the sedan chair, including the three people who were sent by Feng Yi to report the news. Seeing the corpses all over the ground, they were angry and relieved.

Feng Yi just laughed in silence.

He already knew that Jinlun, as the Mongolian imperial master, had his own style, but when he saw these lamas, from their attire to the golden instruments in their hands, looking just like the Tathagata in the TV series of his previous life, he couldn't help but laugh.

A fat man in Mongolian official uniform, with his hands on his hips, looked around and said arrogantly: "The Great Mongolian Golden Wheel Imperial Master has arrived with the high monks of the Esoteric Buddhism, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong have not come out to welcome him!"

He spoke Chinese in a loud voice that echoed throughout the mountains, showing how profound his skills were.

Feng Yi suddenly understood why so many people came. It must be because those three went back and said that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also there, so they made such a big scene not to target him alone.

The fat man didn't see Guo Jing and Huang Rong coming out, so he said loudly: "Master Guo is a great warrior in the martial arts world, and Gang Leader Huang is in charge of the world's largest gang. Could it be that the couple is getting older and less courageous and dare not come out?"

Feng Yi saw that he kept provoking Guo Jing and Huang Rong and ignored him, so he looked at him carefully. He had a big shaggy beard and a hat that covered his eyes. He couldn't see his face clearly and couldn't figure out who he was. He sneered and said, "Old man, who organized this place to come here to look for Guo Jing and Huang Rong? Are you blind?"

The fat Mongolian man looked at Feng Yi and suddenly pushed his hat upwards. Feng Yi saw that his left eye was covered with a black cloth and there were a few scratches between his eyebrows. He sneered and said, "So you are really blind. I was wrong."

The fat man looked at him with a smile and said, "I told you, no matter how bad Guo Jing and Huang Rong were, they would not capture others and threaten them, let alone be so cruel and ruthless."

The fat man pointed at the Tibetan monk in the sedan chair and said, "This is a holy monk from Mongolia. Everyone respects him as the Golden Wheel Master. The current Queen of the Mongol Empire named him the First Protector of the Nation."

After Ogedei's death, Mongolia was in political turmoil, and Queen Toregene was appointed as regent, holding great power.

The fat man solemnly introduced the Golden Wheel Imperial Master, but Feng Yi had no expression on his face and his eyes were calm, as if he didn't care. He then continued, "Since you have made an appointment with the Golden Wheel Imperial Master, and he hasn't arrived yet, how can you hurt his life? Isn't that too dishonest?"

Feng Yi said coldly: "I said I want his apprentice to live, so you come to see me. Others are also his apprentices? Besides, who the hell are you? Do you have the right to speak here?"

This fat old man actually has a very important background. He is Elder Peng, one of the four great elders of the Beggar Gang in the past.

He helped Yang Kang inherit the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect at Xuanyuantai. Later, his conspiracy was exposed and he was expelled from the sect by Huang Rong.

Later, Mu Nianci gave birth to Yang Guo and lived in seclusion in the mountains. One time when she was out, she was met by Elder Peng, who immediately subdued her and tried to rape her. Guo Jing and Huang Rong happened to pass by, and the two eagles had sharp eyes and spotted this villain in the air and blinded one of his eyes.

If not for this, Mu Nianci would certainly not escape the fate of being raped and then killed, and little Yang Guo would not have the chance to grow up. It was also at that time that Mu Nianci asked Guo Jing and Huang Rong to name Yang Guo.

So in the previous life, some people always said that Guo Jing's family was ungrateful to Yang Guo, but Yang Guo had been saving the Guo family. Little did they know that without this rescue, how could Yang Guo be raised by Mu Nianci until he was a teenager, and how could he have a future?

This is the cycle of cause and effect in the dark world.

But Elder Peng lost one eye, but he managed to escape and defected to Mongolia. This time he came with Master Jinlun, hoping to use him to avenge Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Feng Yi knew about this incident, but he could not compare this old man with Elder Peng, and just thought he was an ordinary traitor. There were too many people like him, so he didn't pay much attention to him. He turned his eyes to the Jinlun State Master who was sitting in the sedan chair with his eyes closed and said lightly: "Grand Master, I have seen the martial arts of the two disciples. They are really average. Now it's time to see how capable you are as a master. Don't show off here."

When the Jinlun Imperial Master heard him say "show off", his eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, and through the bead curtain, they turned to Feng Yi's face. He looked so strange and ugly that his facial muscles did not move at all, like a dead person.

He took another look at Huodu and Dalba at his feet. Although neither of them moved, their bodies were rising and falling and they were breathing. Their lives were not in danger. Their eyes were half closed again, and they didn't take Feng Yi seriously at all.

Elder Peng paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "Since Imperial Master Jinlun has come as promised, why don't you release him quickly before we talk about other things!"

"Okay, let him go!"

Feng Yi slowly stood up and kicked his foot. Huo Du in front of him rose up in response and flew straight towards Elder Peng.

Elder Peng was no ordinary man. Seeing Huo Du coming at him so fast, he was startled. He shouted quickly and caught him with both hands, but he felt the force was as strong as a mountain. In an instant, both of them fell backwards.

Suddenly, a red figure flashed out from the sedan like lightning, stretched out his hand to push Elder Peng away, and Huo Du's body had been taken over. This person was none other than the National Master Jinlun.

He claimed to be invincible in the world and didn't take Feng Yi seriously at first. But when he saw that the other party kicked his apprentice out and felt something was wrong, he rushed out to meet him.

Elder Peng was pushed away by Master Jinlun's palm. Although he dissipated the force and was not injured, he still felt his internal organs were squeezed together. He stared at Feng Yi with his one eye and a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Feng Yi's kick was so powerful that Master Jinlun was no less surprised than Elder Peng. He was about to put his disciple down, but was stunned. It turned out that Huo Du was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and had died.

Feng Yi didn't want to let Huo Du live at all. Seeing Jin Lun's arrogant look, he took the opportunity to kick him to death.

Feng Yi stretched his legs and said, "My legs are numb after sitting for so long. I wanted to kill this traitor but I failed to control my strength and accidentally hurt your disciple. I'm sorry." Then he bowed to the Imperial Master.

As he spoke, he looked at Master Jinlun. He was wearing a red robe, and was very tall and thin. His body was like a bamboo pole, and his forehead was slightly sunken, like a plate. He thought, "This man has a strange appearance. He may not have much combat experience, but his internal strength and martial arts skills cannot be underestimated. It seems that if I want to achieve my goal, I can't fight him here."

Guo Jing, who was sitting in the shadows, was also startled when he saw Jinlun's appearance. He had heard Huang Yaoshi talk about the strange martial arts of the Vajra Sect of Tantric Buddhism. When one practices to a very high level, the top of the head becomes slightly concave. This person's head was deeply sunken. Could it be that his martial arts were really extremely advanced?

The Golden Wheel Master was extremely conceited and thought he was invincible. Who wouldn't bow down to him once his imperial carriage arrived? Who dared to hurt his own disciple in front of him? Was he trying to save his life?

I never thought Feng Yi would turn Huo Du into a corpse, and my heart almost bled. But while I felt distressed, I couldn't help but admire his courage.

Only then did he take a closer look at Feng Yi, but he saw that he had a blank expression on his face, and his appearance was a little ghostly. With corpses all around him and his dark clothes, he looked like a judge of life and death from the underworld. His eyes were especially sharp, and they showed a hint of cold contempt for him.

Master Jinlun suppressed his anger, nodded slightly, and said, "I am honored to have your presence. I dare not come here as promised, even though I am threatened by your disciples. But don't you think that this is a bit too despicable? Is this the morality of your Central Plains martial arts world?"

Master Jinlun is not only an extraordinary martial arts master, but also a man of great learning. He can speak Chinese with a heavy voice, but he said this sentence in one breath without even changing his breath, which shows how profound his internal skills are.

"Despicable? Morality?" Feng Yi sneered, "Old monk, as a monk, you don't practice in seclusion, but you come to meddle in worldly affairs. This is a shame to the Buddha. How dare you talk about despicable morality? Besides, I have made it clear that if you want your disciples to live, come to see me. Before you come, they are alive.

As for now, you have come. If I don't kill him, wouldn't my name Tu Mengke be called in vain? "

Upon hearing his specious arguments, Master Jinlun suddenly burst into laughter, his voice shaking the heavens.

The echo lingered in the valley for a long time, and the birds on the mountain flew away in fright.

Although Master Jinlun was conceited, he was a meticulous person. While laughing, he thought: "This person has strong internal strength. I think he is wearing a human skin mask. I wonder who he is.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong may be hiding in the dark, but they dare not see me, so they must not have much ability. But if the three of them join forces, if this person escapes, it will be difficult to find him, and it will also be a failure of the prince's trust. We should find out his background first."

He had been living in Karakorum, where the Mongolian court was located. He thought that with the martial arts skills of his disciples, there would be few rivals in the Central Plains. At most, he would be defeated by a few predecessors such as the East Evil, the West Poison, and the North Beggar.

He had no idea that Huodu was defeated by Guo Jing. Even if Feng Yi had beaten Huodu and Daerba, he would not have believed it if the three informants had not described it so vividly.

Although Guo Jing and Huang Rong were famous, he had never seen them. However, all the powerful enemies he had met in his life could not withstand his three golden wheel moves. Since he was so invincible, he naturally did not take the two of them seriously.

Master Jinlun stopped laughing, rolled his eyes, and said slowly: "Well, you are indeed a hero! Are you the one who killed many Mongolian officials recently? Tu Mengke is probably a pseudonym, do you dare to tell me your name?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Yes, you guessed right. I was the one who killed the man. Tu Mengke was also a pseudonym. As for what my name is, it depends on how capable you are."

Master Jinlun's face darkened, and he said coldly: "When I first came to the Central Plains, I heard of your great name. I thought the rumors might not be true, but I didn't expect that today's meeting would be so extraordinary. My disciple's death is not unjust, but it's a pity!"

Feng Yi saw him talking and laughing as usual, and his concentration was beyond his expectation. Hearing the last sentence, he frowned and said, "What a pity?"

Master Jinlun said, "It's a pity that you have such great martial arts skills but are such a mean person. You have offended me so much today. Even after you die, no one will know your name. Isn't that a pity?"

Feng Yixing turned his eyes, put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed: "You are so arrogant. Tsk tsk, let me see how I will die!"

Suddenly, Master Jinlun rose from the ground, looking like a red cloud and as fast as a flying ball.

He was originally five feet away from Feng Yi, but his body movements were extremely fast. As he flew up, he slapped the air with his palm and hit Feng Yi.

Logically speaking, he is a master of a school, and such behavior is really inconsistent with his status and his usual self-conceit.

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But although he looks majestic, he is actually extremely cunning and does not have the slightest demeanor of a master.

In the original trajectory, at the martial arts conference, he acted as if he was invincible and looked at everyone with half an eye.

After fighting Guo Jing twice, both of them suffered losses. Then they began to capture Guo Fu, Huang Rong, and Guo Xiang to threaten Guo Jing.

These things can also be attributed to the dispute between the two countries, each showing its own methods. But when he was capturing Huang Rong and others, he was hit by a huge rock and was found by Yang Guo when he was recuperating in a shed in the deserted mountains.

At that time, Yang Guo believed that Guo Jing and Huang Rong had killed his father, and he was determined to seek revenge, so he helped Guo Jing heal his wounds. The two of them shook hands and swore an oath, and agreed to kill Guo Jing together.

As a result, in the Unrequited Valley, Jinlun saw Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu having a dispute, and was immediately overjoyed. He thought that the swordsmanship of these two people was too exquisite and he was no match for them, so he wanted to use the help of others to get rid of them. He provoked Gongsun Ce and Yang Guo to make things difficult for him several times, and almost killed him in the valley.

Yang Guo was so angry at this treacherous and evil-repaying behavior that he secretly regretted not taking advantage of Yang Guo's injury to kill him with a single blow.

Feng Yi knew Jin Lun very well, and he was not polite to him. Even though he was laughing, how could he not be on guard against his sudden attack? Jin Lun's palm was also released with great anger, and the palm force was like a landslide and tsunami, hitting Feng Yi directly.

Feng Yi only felt a strong wind like a solid wall, pressing towards him. He shouted, "Come on!" With a whoosh, he turned his palm to meet the attack.

The palm power of the two men collided in mid-air, and with a "swish" sound, the "Shen Zhao Gong" and the "Long Xiang Prajna Gong" clashed for the first time.

The two forces pushed together, making a low, muffled sound, like thunder at the end of the sky. Even a group of lamas far away could feel the fierceness of the flames.

With a thud, Jinlun was in mid-air, with nowhere to gain leverage, and he somersaulted backwards. Feng Yi also turned his body quickly, and the stone chips under his feet broke into pieces.

Jinlun's palm was from above, and Feng Yi had to resist it head-on, which was bound to be somewhat passive. He had to turn his body to direct the remaining strength into the ground to relieve the force. This move came from the Blood Sword Sutra. He couldn't help but think that this person's internal strength was strong and solid, and his palm method was fierce. The power was no less than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms used by Guo Jing that day, which was really powerful.

As soon as Jinlun's feet touched the ground, he steadied himself, snorted coldly, and said, "How do you know Tantric martial arts? Who are you?"

He felt that the opponent's internal strength was strong and powerful, but he couldn't see the way out. However, his moves were both simple and strange, and seemed to be both righteous and evil, as if they had the shadow of Tantra. He had just tried his best to use the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, but the opponent was able to take it. It was really terrifying.

"What a strong palm force!" Feng Yi shook his hands, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "In order to survive, Huodu told me all the martial arts you taught him, so that I can teach them in Zhongyuan to reduce his sins!"

In fact, he was using the fist and kick skills from the Blood Sword Sutra, which had nothing to do with what Huo Du said, but he did it on purpose so that Jin Lun would want to kill him.

All the lamas and Mongolian warriors were shocked by the palm strike between him and Jinlun.

After all, Master Jinlun's martial arts skills are so strong that he is truly unmatched in skills and strength. They never thought that there is anyone in the world who can withstand his blow.

When Feng Yi spoke again, the lamas who could understand him were all shocked.

If one's martial arts were to be passed on to others, it would be a matter of life and death.

Jinlun was a rare hero of the Esoteric Sect. When he exchanged palm power with Feng Yi, he immediately realized that his origin was extraordinary. He wanted to ask more about him, but when he heard this, he could not help but be confused. He reached into his bosom and with a loud clang, he took out a golden wheel.

This golden wheel is one and a half feet in diameter and is made of a mixture of gold, platinum and other metals. The wheel is engraved with the Tantric mantra in Indian Sanskrit. There are nine small balls hidden in it. When you shake it casually, a sound will last for a long time.

State Master Jinlun pointed at Feng Yi and shouted, "Humph, I see that you do have some skills. I wanted to ask you if you have any connection with my secret sect, but you insisted on seeking your own death. It's no wonder I'm wrong! Show your weapons!"

Feng Yi sneered and said, "You can't beat me, so you want to scare me with a broken wheel?"

Master Jinlun frowned: "You are looking for death!"

Suddenly he rushed towards Feng Yi and pushed the golden wheel in his hand straight at his chest.

This push seemed ordinary, but it was extremely fierce. Even though they were several feet apart, Feng Yi's two belts were caught by the strong wind and shot straight out.

But Feng Yi did not dodge. He grabbed Dalba with his left hand and blocked it in front of him.

Master Jinlun's eyes were bloodshot. He was a martial arts master of his generation and had three disciples in his life. The eldest disciple died young due to illness, and the third disciple Huo was killed in public. He had already lost face, and now only the second disciple Dalba was left.

At this moment, Dalba's acupoints were controlled and he could not move. This time, he might hurt his disciple by mistake. He quickly took back the golden wheel in his right hand and grabbed the person with his left hand, trying to snatch him back.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi lifted Dalba above his head and struck him from under the waist with one palm. Jinlun changed his move at an incredibly fast speed, changing his grab into a palm.

With a "thump" sound, the two palms collided and Feng Yi flew several feet away. When he landed on the ground, he staggered, lifted Dalba onto his shoulder, turned around and ran away.

It seemed that National Master Jinlun did not expect that the opponent was so useless. With a "huh" sound, the golden wheel suddenly slipped out of his hand and flew behind Feng Yi.

He used the flying wheel to hit the enemy, but the wheel was silent. It was because the golden wheel was spinning too fast and the small balls in the wheel could not collide with each other in time.

Feng Yi felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. He turned around and saw a golden light rushing towards him.

Feng Yi snorted coldly, took out the Huodu folding fan in his hand, and moved it as fast as lightning towards the wheel.

“Ding ding ding…”

The wheel was heavy and the fan was light, so it was impossible to block it. However, Feng Yi's move was from Tai Chi sword, which was the principle of "four ounces to move a great weight" in martial arts. The golden wheel turned and flew towards the national master.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "You Mongolians are full of tricks. In order to prevent you, the Grand Master of the Golden Wheel, from relying on numbers to win, if you have the guts, find a deserted place and let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

His shadow flashed and he disappeared into the woods in a flash.

National Master Jinlun rushed forward, waved his sleeves and grabbed Jinlun, then suddenly realized: "The villain is so cunning, he actually escaped with the help of my palm power!" He was very conceited, and after Feng Yi's sarcasm and ridicule, his old face swelled up like a pig's liver.

He used the flywheel to attack the enemy, intending to make Feng Yi stop so that he could rush forward. However, he did not expect Feng Yi to spin the wheel without stopping.

Now that the other party had run away, if he did not chase him, he would have killed one of his disciples and captured one of his disciples in front of so many of his men. How could he have the face to be the state teacher in the future? He immediately ran away like an arrow, entered the forest, and followed Feng Yi closely.

(End of this chapter)