Mountain and River Sacrifice 218. The Master of King Yan's Pavilion

The sick scholar was knocked into the chair opposite by this sudden blow and spit out blood on the spot, obviously he was seriously injured. But everyone present understood that Mo Xiuyao was absolutely merciful in this palm strike, otherwise, with Mo Xiuyao's palm strike that could destroy most of the sick scholar's martial arts and almost break his heart veins, there would be no possibility that the sick scholar could still breathe after this palm strike. Mo Xiuyao stepped into the flower hall with murderous intent, staring at the sick scholar with eyes that seemed to be frozen.

Mo Xiuyao was full of murderous intentions towards the sick scholar, and the sick scholar was also not grateful for Mo Xiuyao's mercy. He stood up and stared at Mo Xiuyao with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces. Although Ye Li couldn't understand, she had to admit that there were such people in the world. Even if you just offended him a little bit inadvertently, he would hate you so much that he wanted to destroy your whole family. And the sick scholar was obviously such a person. Thinking of this, Ye Li couldn't help but frown slightly. Only the sick scholar knew the complete recipe of the blue sky flower. If he really wanted to die together with Mo Xiuyao, things would be really difficult to deal with.

Mo Xiuyao sat down beside Ye Li, looking at her frowning face, he stretched out his hand and lifted her chin to face him. He gently touched her willow-like eyebrows and said softly, "Don't worry." Knowing that Mo Xiuyao didn't want her to worry, Ye Li smiled and nodded. The warmth and harmony between the two of them hurt the sick scholar's eyes deeply. He sneered and laughed sharply, "Mo Xiuyao, your body can't hold on for a few months, right? Haha... I think it's better for you to let your woman worry more... ahem... when you die, their life as an orphan and a widow will be hard..."

"Third brother, shut up!" Before Mo Xiuyao could get angry, a tall and straight voice came in from the doorway, walking like a dragon and a tiger with extraordinary momentum. It was Ling Tiehan, the head of the Yanwang Pavilion, who had met Ye Li once in Southern Xinjiang, and one of the four great masters in the world.

Although the sick scholar was unruly, he was extremely respectful to his sworn brother. If someone else had been told to shut up, he would have been thrown a handful of poisonous sand. However, because the person who came was Ling Tiehan, the sick scholar, although gloomy, still swallowed the words obediently. Ling Tiehan nodded to Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li before walking to the sick scholar and pulling up his wrist to feel his pulse. When he found that the injury was not serious, he breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Mo Xiuyao, saying, "Thank you, Prince Ding, for showing mercy."

Ye Li sat next to Mo Xiuyao, carefully observing the world-famous Yanwang Pavilion Master. The last time they met in Southern Xinjiang, they just exchanged a few words and didn't have time to observe each other.

Ling Tiehan is only thirty-five or thirty-six this year, but because of his superb internal strength, he seems to be under thirty, but his calm demeanor and the boldness he inadvertently reveals in his movements make people understand that he is indeed a mature middle-aged man. So far, Ye Li can say that he has seen all four great masters in the world. Not to mention the oldest King Zhennan, in Ye Li's opinion, King Zhennan is more like a politician and general rather than a peerless master. Perhaps it is precisely because of this state of mind that King Zhennan's martial arts cultivation has been stagnant in recent years. That's why he is on par with Mo Xiuyao and others, even though he is almost a generation older than them.

As for the other master, Mu Qingcang, his age seems to be comparable to Ling Tiehan, but Mu Qingcang himself is trained to be more like a silent killing machine, hiding in the darkness where no one can see him, consuming his life year after year. So even though Mu Qingcang may not be as old as Ling Tiehan, he looks particularly pale and weak. If the two stand together, it is almost hard to believe that they were both equally high-spirited and arrogant. Of the four masters, the one Ye Li is most familiar with is naturally Mo Xiuyao. Even now, Ye Li is not sure how high Mo Xiuyao's martial arts are, but he is definitely known as a genius. Mo Xiuyao's elder brother, Mo Xiuwen, was a Confucian general as his name suggested. Although Mo Liufang was a master of both civil and military skills, he was only an average master. He was able to defeat the King of Zhennan without any resistance because of his strategic planning rather than face-to-face fighting. Ye Li even suspected that the King of Zhennan's martial arts was so high just to prepare for the assassination of Mo Liufang. But Mo Xiuyao was an exception. He was only fourteen years old when he won the title of one of the four great masters in the world. Although he ranked last, everyone in the world knew that he had just started. Compared with the King of Zhennan in his prime, Ling Tiehan and Mu Qingcang who were about to enter their prime, Mo Xiuyao was not even at the beginning. Ling Tiehan once said that such a talented person would be invincible in the world in seven years. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and Mo Xiuyao's life began to take a strange turn after he turned eighteen and fell silent.

After comparing the four great masters one by one, Ye Li felt that Ling Tiehan was more like the peerless master in the true sense and in people's minds. He was calm, heroic, and measured in his actions. He was more like the leader of the martial arts world rather than the murderous chief assassin of Yanwang Pavilion.

"My third brother is not feeling well. Can we ask someone to find a doctor first?" Ling Tiehan glanced at his brother-in-law, who looked sinister and unruly but could not speak because of his presence. He felt that leaving him here was not a good place to talk, so he asked Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and looked at Ye Li inquiringly. The man was invited by Ah Li, so naturally she had the final say. Ye Li smiled and said, "Of course. There are two great doctors in the Dingwang Mansion. If Pavilion Master Ling doesn't mind, just send the third Pavilion Master over." Ling Tiehan thanked him and called out to the outside. Two young men came in and waited for orders. Ling Tiehan said, "Take the third pavilion master to see a doctor. If he gets away, you can handle it yourself!" The two young men looked sullen, and naturally understood what the pavilion master meant. The punishment of the Yanwang Pavilion was not for show.

The two were about to ask the sick scholar to leave, but the sick scholar's eyes flashed and he said coldly, "Get lost!"

"Third brother." Ling Tiehan frowned, looking at the sick scholar's pale face with displeasure. The sick scholar also knew that his brother was really angry, but he was already seriously injured by Mo Xiuyao's palm just now, and Ling Tiehan suppressed him and didn't allow him to speak, so he couldn't vent his anger and frustration. He was born with a left-wing personality, and under the pressure of Ling Tiehan, he even ignored his elder brother whom he respected since childhood. He sneered and shouted at Ling Tiehan: "Don't worry about my life or death! Don't you think I'm a troublemaker? Wouldn't it be clean if I die?" Hearing this, Ling Tiehan's face sank, and before he could react, a black shadow rushed in quickly from outside. Before the man could stand firmly, there was a sound of "slap", and a slap was slapped heavily and fiercely on the face of the sick scholar. The face of the sick scholar, which was originally arrogantly staring at Ling Tiehan, was immediately slapped to the side.

"How dare you! Why don't you admit your mistake to my brother!" The voice of the person who came was clear but a little cold. The black clothes wrapped around her slender figure made her look even more graceful. She was a woman in her twenties, with a beautiful face but a frosty face. Ye Li frowned slightly, and had a rough idea of ​​the woman's identity in her heart - Leng Liuyue, the second master of the Yanwang Pavilion, who was known as the Jade Rakshasa in the early years of the Jianghu. Leng Liuyue was unique in the Jianghu for his Qinggong and hidden weapons in his early years. He was able to break into the palace alone, and it seemed that his Qinggong was indeed very good. He waved his hand to let the guards who followed Leng Liuyue at the door to retreat.

Being slapped in public, the expression on the sick scholar's face suddenly changed into a variety of wonderful expressions. The regret that had flashed across his face also disappeared instantly. He gritted his teeth and refused to look at Leng Liuyue, and of course he would not apologize to Ling Tiehan. Ling Tiehan didn't care about this, but he breathed a sigh of relief at Leng Liuyue's arrival and said, "Liuyue, take my third brother to see a doctor, don't let him run around." Leng Liuyue nodded, turned his head to Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li and said, "It was urgent at the moment, please forgive me." Ye Li smiled and said, "The second pavilion master's Qinggong is outstanding, I admire you. But if the pavilion master comes again in the future, it's better to go through the main gate. The arrows of Ding Wangfu are not always shot without flying." Leng Liuyue was stunned, looked at Ye Li who was talking and laughing, nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me." Then he turned to the sick scholar and said, "Follow me."

The sick scholar has a strange personality, but he has some feelings for his two brothers and sisters. He got angry and confronted Ling Tiehan before, but now he calmed down after being slapped. He glanced at Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao who were watching the show and followed Leng Liuyue silently. Although Ye Li did not show anything on her face, she was actually very angry with the sick scholar. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Wangge and Ling Tiehan were behind the sick scholar, Ye Li could really torture him. Seeing him so obedient after being beaten, she felt very comfortable. She secretly cheered for Leng Liuyue's slap: Well done!

Without a sick scholar ruining the atmosphere, the atmosphere in the flower hall suddenly became much better. Ling Tiehan bowed to Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao apologetically and said, "My third brother is ignorant. I hope you can forgive me if I have offended you."

"Don't worry, Pavilion Master. We didn't keep your brother just for Pavilion Master Ling's sake." Ye Li smiled. Ling Tiehan naturally understood Ye Li's proud meaning. Although he had to give face to the Yanwang Pavilion, the Dingwang Mansion would never be afraid of the Yanwang Pavilion. The most important thing was the complete ancient recipe of the Blue Sky Flower in the hands of the sick scholar. Ling Tiehan smiled helplessly and said, "To be honest, I came to the northwest this time for this matter." The sick scholar could get the news that the Dingwang Mansion got the Blue Sky Flower, so of course Ling Tiehan could get it too. But Ling Tiehan was different from the sick scholar. He didn't hate Mo Xiuyao, and he had no hatred or interest in Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao's life or death had no impact on him. If Mo Xiuyao really died young, he might even sigh that God is jealous of talented people. Since both sides need the blue sky flower to save their lives, Ding Wangfu has the medicine and Yan Wangge has the ancient recipe, why not take a step back and get a win-win result? Compared with the life and health of his brother-in-law, his brother-in-law's inexplicable hatred is even more insignificant in Ling Tiehan's eyes.

Ye Li raised her eyebrows and asked, "Does Pavilion Master Ling have that recipe too?" Ling Tiehan shook his head frankly and said seriously, "Princess Ding, don't worry, I will definitely hand over the recipe. After all, this is not only related to the safety of Prince Ding, but also to the life of my third brother." Apart from anything else, if Prince Ding really died, even if my third brother didn't die of illness, I'm afraid that Prince Ding's Mansion would not let him go. Ye Li smiled at him and asked doubtfully, "There is only one blue sky flower. Has Pavilion Master Ling never thought about what to do if there is not enough medicine?"

Ling Tiehan smiled and said, "I don't know medicine or poison, but since my third brother plans to use half of the blue sky flower to make medicine and the other half to refine poison, it must be enough. And... I don't necessarily want the blue sky flower, I just hope that my third brother's body can get better. He has suffered much more than others since he was a child, so his temperament is a little weirder than others. Since he was injured, he has become more withdrawn. It's all because of my teaching as an elder brother. I hope you two will forgive me." The problem of the sick scholar is not as absolute as the poison in Mo Xiuyao. His body is caused by serious injuries. Although the blue sky flower is the best solution, it may not be the only way to save him. With the ability of Ding Wangfu, what kind of medicinal materials can't be found in the world, and what famous doctors can't be invited? Ling Tiehan had wanted to go to Prince Ding's mansion in person many times to ask Shen Yang to treat the sick scholar, but the sick scholar strongly opposed it and even ran away from home, so he had to give up.

Ye Li naturally understood what Ling Tiehan meant, and couldn't help but have a better impression of this top assassin in the martial arts world. No matter what Ling Tiehan and Yan Wangge did, at least Ling Tiehan was really good to Bing Shusheng, his brother who had no blood relationship with him. With Bing Shusheng's personality, he was definitely not a likable guy, and it was not easy for Ling Tiehan to think so carefully about him. And Bing Shusheng's personality and vicious methods, if it weren't for Ling Tiehan's suppression, I'm afraid he would have caused a lot of trouble in the martial arts world over the years. Even if Yan Wangge is powerful, there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the martial arts world, and it is possible that Bing Shusheng will offend someone he can't afford to offend at any time.

"Master Ling is really a good brother. In this case, you might as well stay in Li City with the second and third masters. As for the matter of Gu Fang, there is no need to rush. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that the matter is of great importance at this time, so it would be better if the third master is willing to give it up." Ye Li nodded to Ling Tiehan and spoke.

Ling Tiehan pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement with Ye Li's proposal. He also understood why Ye Li had such concerns, because his third brother's temper was too extreme. Even if he stepped in, this sworn brother might not be able to change his mind and would risk his life to die with Prince Ding. By then, it would not only be the lives of Prince Ding and his third brother that would be lost, but also the lives of everyone in Prince Ding's mansion and Prince Yan's pavilion. Ling Tiehan also knew something about Mo Xiuyao's situation. Seeing that Ye Li was still so calm at this time, he couldn't help but look at him differently, "I'm sorry to bother you, Princess."

After talking about the sick scholar and Ling Tiehan's stay, Ye Li stood up and left the place for Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan to talk, and went to Shen Yang's yard. Although the second pavilion master of Yanwang Pavilion was only surprised, Ye Li suddenly felt a little curious and interested in this cold woman.

Only Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan were left in the flower hall, and it was quiet. Both men had the same extraordinary aura, but Mo Xiuyao was more noble and domineering as he was born in a royal family, while Ling Tiehan was more casual and heroic. In terms of appearance, Ling Tiehan was slightly inferior to Mo Xiuyao, but Ling Tiehan's steady, heroic, casual and generous personality made him easier to approach than Mo Xiuyao.

After drinking tea quietly for a while, Ling Tiehan raised his teacup to Mo Xiuyao and said with a smile, "I have long heard that Princess Ding was one of the most extraordinary women at that time. I also met her once in Southern Xinjiang. Today, I finally know that her reputation is true. Your Majesty is lucky to have married a good wife."

Mo Xiu Yao nodded without any hesitation and said, "A'li is naturally a good wife. Master Ling did not come here just for the sick scholar, right? If so, there is no need. You and I had an agreement at the beginning that as long as he does not really irritate me, I will not touch him." Ling Tiehan looked at him with a smile and said suspiciously, "Why did I feel that the prince wanted to kill him just now?" Mo Xiu Yao snorted and said, "He wants to hurt A'li! I will spare his life." As for how to spare her, it was up to him. Leaving her with a breath of air was also considered saving a life.

"You and I both know that he can't hurt Princess Ding at all." Not to mention Princess Ding's own skills, the guard standing behind Princess Ding is not to be trifled with either. Given that his third brother's skills are equivalent to half-useless without the poison, it is simply wishful thinking for him to want to hurt Princess Ding. However, Ling Tiehan did not intend to get entangled with Mo Xiuyao on this issue. He could not stop the other person from venting his anger for his wife, which was an injustice to Yan Wangge. Otherwise, angering Mo Xiuyao would only make his third brother even worse. Sighing and not thinking about the troublesome younger brother, Ling Tiehan said: "Didn't you ask me why I came to Licheng? I just found a business deal with Yan Wangge."

Mo Xiuyao frowned, "Is it related to Prince Ding's Mansion?"

Ling Tiehan nodded and said, "Not bad. Although Yanwang Pavilion has long said that it will not accept any business related to Dingwang Mansion, the other party is not trying to assassinate anyone from Dingwang Mansion this time, and the price offered is also very tempting." Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and looked at him calmly. Yanwang Pavilion is engaged in the business of killing people. If not killing people, why would they be asked to do it? If it is something else, there are naturally people who can do it better than them. Ling Tiehan smiled and said, "I have accepted it."

Mo Xiuyao looked at him calmly, and Ling Tiehan could only sigh helplessly. He said seriously, "Didn't you fight with Lei Zhenting a few days ago? He wants me to fight with you again. If he couldn't find Mu Qingcang, he would have asked Mu Qingcang to fight with you."

"Reason?" Mo Xiuyao asked.

Ling Tiehan shook his head and frowned, "I have thought about it several times in the past few days. You and Lei Zhenting fought, but neither of you used your full strength, so you both escaped unscathed. If you and I really fight, it is estimated that both sides will suffer losses. However... after more than ten years, I am still looking forward to sparring with King Ding again." More than ten years ago, Ling Tiehan was just a young man in his early twenties, and he was really full of vigor. Although King Zhennan was famous, he was much older than them. The only one in the world who could be compared with him was Mu Qingcang. Who knew that Mo Xiuyao, who was only fourteen years old at that time, dressed in white, rode a horse and a sword and rushed out to kill, and I don't know how many people were amazed at the sword-fighting competition among the masters of the world that year. Although Ling Tiehan did not lose, he narrowly won the fight with a 14-year-old boy by one move. The ending of the fight was almost a draw, which was not so pleasant for Ling Tiehan at that time. At that time, Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao agreed to decide the winner in five years and then go to Yanwang Pavilion for seclusion. Who knew that the first news he got after five years was that his third brother went to Mo Xiuyao without knowing the danger. At the same time, he also learned that Mo Xiuyao was seriously injured and disabled. At that time, Ling Tiehan's mood was more complicated and subtle than after the fight with Mo Xiuyao. It feels like you have worked hard for five years and finally managed to kill your enemy, but then someone tells you that your enemy just killed himself yesterday.

"Do you really want to fight?" Mo Xiu Yao asked.

Ling Tiehan smiled and said, "Why not fight? Or is your body not fully recovered yet? Then it will not be too late to fight after the Biluo Flower is refined. I just forgot to confirm the date of the duel with the other party." The reason why he accepted the challenge was only because he wanted to fight with Mo Xiuyao, so the time and place were naturally decided by him and Mo Xiuyao.

After so many years, the so-called four masters of the world have been doing their own thing and have almost no chance to meet each other. This has made Ling Tiehan feel depressed for a long time. He needs to learn from masters of the same level to improve his martial arts. Among them, Mo Xiuyao is undoubtedly the best opponent. As for the King of Zhennan, after hearing about the previous duel between Mo Xiuyao and the King of Zhennan, Ling Tiehan has lost interest in his martial arts. The King of Zhennan's martial arts is clearly still at the level of ten years ago. If he uses all his strength, Ling Tiehan feels that he has at least an 80% chance of winning.