Chapter 286 The Martial World (Thirty-Four)
Mo Lanzhi arrived just as the event was about to end the next day. Gu Yanjing was sitting at the top, feeling drowsy; he had gone to bed too late the night before.
Lu Lingjun is too much of a troublemaker.
Mo Lanzhi's arrival finally roused the drowsy Gu Yanjing.
They're here to challenge us, so we have to be prepared to face them head-on.
However, Mo Lanzhi's challenge was not very professional. He didn't bother with any grand gestures and just quietly arrived with a few subordinates.
If it weren't for someone with sharp eyes spotting them, probably no one would have noticed them.
"May I ask if you are a member of the ** sect?" Seeing that Gu Yanjing was resting his chin on his hand and did not intend to show himself, the female leader of Emei had no choice but to stand up and invite Mo Lanzhi and his entourage out.
Seeing that they could no longer hide it, Mo Lanzhi and the others touched their noses and awkwardly moved out.
He came here to pick up the little emperor and take him home. Why is he being singled out and made to look like he's here to challenge the established order?
Gu Yanjing: I think you're here to challenge us. You're here to challenge us.
Lu Lingjun: Zhuque is right, even if he's wrong.
"Yes." Mo Lanzhi, being watched by so many people, realized once again that such gazes could be quite embarrassing.
Just like five years ago, when he first went to the martial arts tournament alone without telling Gu Yanjing, he was utterly defeated by Lu Lingjun.
His words and gazes at that time were like piercing knives, scraping his flesh and making him wish he were dead.
"I heard that a few days ago, the position of **leader changed hands. It was done by Mo Lanzhi, the eldest son of Mo Qilan, who had been missing for half a year. May I ask if this young master is Mo Lanzhi?"
Although the martial arts world is currently weak, it is not entirely unaware of outside news. For example, the news of the change of leadership and the portrait of the new leader, Mo Lanzhi, have already spread to all the sect leaders.
However, these people often prefer to pretend to be ignorant when they know the truth.
Sometimes this is a good thing, but sometimes it can easily lead to getting yourself into trouble.
Mo Lanzhi nodded, appearing to have a good temper and a calm state of mind.
The disdain from the "Five-Five" (a derogatory term for someone who is easily bullied or humiliated) is not for nothing. This kind of mental torment can either make someone resolute, cowardly, or utterly despondent.
Mo Lanzhi felt that, apart from being cowardly, she probably possessed a little bit of everything else about herself.
"It was my doing." Mo Lanzhi nodded again.
The old nun is right.
"Lord Feng, this Mo Lanzhi is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He has just murdered his father and brother, and now he comes to the martial arts conference, coveting the position of martial arts alliance leader. As the leader of the martial arts world, you must stop this wolf in sheep's clothing and eradicate all evil sects in the world for the righteous path of the martial arts world."
Having received Mo Lanzhi's reply, the old nun had no intention of letting go of Gu Yanjing, the mere spectator. She quickly pulled Gu Yanjing out of the situation with a few words.
A group of righteous martial arts practitioners nearby echoed the call, urging Gu Yanjing to make a move and kill this arrogant Mo Lanzhi.
However, Mo Lanzhi calmly turned around and glanced at the young emperor sitting beside him. Seeing the young emperor gently shake his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was afraid that if the young emperor did something reckless and nodded, he would have to fight Gu Yanjing.
In terms of fighting, he definitely couldn't beat him. He had suspected for a while that Gu Yanjing was not human, and even his adoptive father was a suspect.
Gu Yanjing met the gazes and expectations of the entire audience. His left hand got tired, so he switched to his right hand and glanced at Mo Lanzhi with a faint expression.
Lu Lingjun considerately handed Gu Yanjing a cup of tea: "Master, have some tea to soothe your throat."
After saying that, he gave Mo Lanzhi a warning look, the threat of which was quite obvious.
Mo Lanzhi received a subtle look from Lu Lingjun, thought for a moment, then lifted her robe and knelt down.
"Father."
Mo Lanzhi bowed to Gu Yanjing.
The area in front of the ceremony was silent. Gu Yanjing, who was bowing, almost spat out his tea and choked to death.
Lu Lingjun supported Gu Yanjing's back and patted him gently to help him catch his breath.
The old nun from Emei was so shocked that her jaw dropped.
Mo Lanzhi knelt on the ground, looking at Gu Yanjing with a face full of filial piety: "Father, Lanzhi has lived up to your expectations. I have wiped out the evil people and taken the remaining followers into my fold. I know your intentions, and I will definitely lead these people to serve the court and make contributions to the people and His Majesty."
“From now on, there will be no more ** in this world. Lanzhi will make sure these people repent and start doing good. Please rest assured, Father.”
Mo Lanzhi was quite uninhibited. After all, he had knelt before Gu Yanjing many times when he was a child and called him "father" countless times, so one or two more times wouldn't make a difference.
Moreover, this is a perfect opportunity to drag Gu Yanjing into this mess. Everyone is here today, and all eyes are on this place.
It must be said that the young emperor is quite talented; he's learned from Nan Wan'er and is full of inspirational platitudes.
Mo Lanzhi is also a talented person. Influenced by the young emperor, he speaks only inspirational quotes.
Everyone present was stunned, including Gu Yanjing.
In all his years of life, aside from the numerous setbacks he'd suffered at the hands of Lu Lingjun, this was the first time he'd been so badly defeated by an outsider.
That dog is really screwing him over.
Gu Yanjing's coughing became even more deafening. Lu Lingjun supported Gu Yanjing with one hand and patted his back with the other to help him catch his breath.
"Father caught a cold today because of the chilly weather. Lanzhi brought a skilled physician with him to take a look. Senior brother, how have you been taking care of Father? Father is getting old, and you don't even know how to show him any concern or help with his household chores so that he can enjoy his old age in peace."
Mo Lanzhi, probably afraid that Gu Yanjing wouldn't be angry enough, added fuel to the fire, making Gu Yanjing so angry that his lungs felt like they were going to explode.
Damn it!
You're the one who's *aging*, you're the one who's *retiring*.
Everyone looked blank.
This filial son and grandson, is this how you show concern for your elderly father? I have a feeling your father, who is in the prime of his life, is about to be driven to his death by you.
Also, your senior brother doesn't look too good either; he looks like he's about to beat you to death.
The whispers all around him made Gu Yan's head ache.
Gu Yanjing, who was always a brazen person, clutched his chest, which was aching from anger, and reached out to grab the whip hanging from the waist of the Emei Sect female disciple next to him. With one lash, he whipped up Mo Lanzhi, who was kneeling on the ground with a face full of filial piety.
"Su Youyi, see the guest out." Gu Yanjing's whip wrapped around Mo Lanzhi's neck, making Mo Lanzhi's face turn red, but she couldn't break free. She could only struggle to keep her distance from Gu Yanjing so as not to be strangled to death.
Gu Yanjing pulled the person behind her, her whole body exuding a murderous aura, looking as if she wanted to devour people.
Everyone was stunned by the fright.
It wasn't until they were all asked to leave that they realized what had happened that day.
Damn.
It turns out that the son whom the old cult leader Mo Qilan loved most was Lord Feng's.
It turns out that Mo Lanzhi's death was fake, but how did Lord Feng's wife die? Was she really dead or was her death faked?
Who was cheated on, Master Feng or Master Mo?
To be honest, Mo Lanzhi is actually more like Mo Qilan. Lord Feng is so handsome, and although Mo Lanzhi is also exceptionally handsome, he doesn't resemble Lord Feng at all.
Oh no, the more I think about it, the more obsessed I get! What should I do?
My gossip-loving heart is burning fiercely, and I can't calm it down at all.
They stood at the door for a long time, and only when the cold wind blew did they remember the most crucial place.
Wait a minute, what did Mo Lanzhi just say, "serve the imperial court"?
That's how it's said, right?
Just now, Mo Lanzhi seemed to have exchanged a glance with that envoy sent by the imperial court.
Holy crap.
Has Fengming Sect already pledged allegiance to the imperial court? Otherwise, why would the son say such a thing?
However, before they could even discuss at the door whether or not to go in and ask again, they saw the eldest disciple of Lord Feng come out, carrying the wounded and dead Mo Lanzhi, and coldly and ruthlessly leaving him outside.
They didn't care whether they would be hacked to death by these people if they were left outside.
Several of Mo Lanzhi's subordinates hurriedly followed, and the physician indeed came in handy.
Gu Yanjing didn't get the chance to use it; instead, Mo Lanzhi, who had been beaten up, did.
Lu Lingjun didn't leave after throwing the person out. He turned around, grabbed the cursing and gesticulating little emperor again, and threw him outside.
So, a group of guards and the Imperial Guards rushed out from behind the young emperor, supporting and protecting him, afraid that he might bump into something.
Lu Lingjun stood at the door, smiling and seemingly easy to talk to.
Of course, this is on the premise that you ignore the bloodstains on his hands.
It seems that the injuries on Mo Lanzhi were not solely caused by Gu Yanjing; this person also deserves credit.
Lu Lingjun, holding the whip in his hand, slowly said, "Fengming Sect is too small to accommodate your antics. If you leave within three days, Fengming Sect will guarantee your lives. If you are still lingering in Fengming Sect's territory after three days, then... I can't say for sure who was behind it. My master said that the First Prince seems quite capable."
In this imperial realm, it makes no difference to Gu Yanjing who is the emperor.
Mo Lanzhi was helped to his feet by his subordinates, who stopped the young emperor from rushing forward. He endured the pain in his body and chuckled softly.
"Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Su. I was just joking with Lord Feng. I hope you can convey my apologies. I will leave now and never set foot in the Phoenix Cry Sect's territory again."
Mo Lanzhi held the little emperor's hand, trembling with pain, and unconsciously half of her weight was on the little emperor.
The young emperor walked with some difficulty, struggling to support Mo Lanzhi.
For the first time, he realized that he was still just a child. Even though he was called a half-grown boy, he was still powerless and helpless in front of the adults.
He actually wanted to protect Mo Lanzhi, but when Mo Lanzhi was beaten by Gu Yanjing, he couldn't break free from the old hand that the head steward was holding down.
I can't quite describe the feeling; it's not hatred, but more of a sense of powerlessness.
Unable to protect Mo Lanzhi.
The two staggered down the mountain. Lu Lingjun watched, thinking that only two people dared to make a move, and then they led a group of guards down the mountain.
Some people guessed the young emperor's identity, but with Lu Lingjun's words preceding them, no one dared to make a move.
After the two descended the mountain, Su intentionally returned the whip in his hand to the Emei female disciple he had met earlier, and instructed the head steward to close the gates of the manor.
There's too much trouble outside; he just wants to stay inside with Gu Yanjing and live a quiet life together.
When he returned, Gu Yanjing was half-lying on the couch, studying how to solve a nine-linked puzzle. When he saw Lu Lingjun return, he greeted him, "You're back."
Lu Lingjun squeezed onto the small chaise lounge: "Yes, everything's taken care of." He successfully removed Fengming Gate from the list.
Mo Lanzhi is incredibly audacious. If it weren't for Gu Yuan's prior warning, Gu Yanjing would probably have already beaten this reckless bastard to death.
"Get off, get off! What are you doing up here? You're squashing us!" Gu Yanjing was pushed to the side and almost fell off. He raised his foot to kick Lu Lingjun off.
"It's not like you can't sleep. Come here, Jiaojiao, lie in my arms and play. It's warm in my arms." Lu Lingjun pulled her into his arms with a strong pull.
Gu Yan's hand trembled, and the exquisite nine-linked rings fell to the ground with a crisp thud.
"Jiaojiao." Lu Lingjun chuckled softly, as if he had just thought of something, and hugged the girl in his arms tighter.
For a long time afterward, Gu Yanjing's days were somewhat bleak; to be specific, they were busy, happy, and somewhat monotonous every day.
By the time he came to his senses, it was almost summer, and he realized that he had been locked in a dark room by that trash Lu Lingjun.
This is just like the dark room in some third-rate novels, all purple and dark, going back and forth, over and over again.
Thinking of this, Gu Yanjing finally resisted Lu Lingjun's seduction, beat him up, and went down the mountain for a walk.
He had been living a life of pleasure and indulgence for half his life and hadn't paid much attention to the changes outside. As a result, when he came out, the changes were indeed significant.
The martial arts world remains relatively intact. On the surface, many sects have been incorporated into the imperial court. This free and unrestrained world, where people act freely and vengefully, seems to be slowly becoming more constrained and tormented.
However, it must be said that after the imperial court took control of the martial arts world, the law replaced force, preventing more massacres and allowing more defenseless people to breathe and live a peaceful life.
The martial arts practitioners found it difficult to adapt. They used to be able to do whatever they wanted with their martial arts skills, but now, killing someone could make them a wanted criminal by the imperial court. Even if they fled thousands of miles, they could not escape the shackles of that wanted warrant.
This made their survival even more difficult.
As a result, more and more people in the martial arts world began to spontaneously unite to resist the control of the imperial court, and some even considered recruiting the Fengming Sect into their ranks.
The Phoenix Cry Sect is currently the only sect in the martial arts world that the imperial court dares not touch, and is even quite wary of. Naturally, they want to win it over.
However, Lu Lingjun looked down on these idiots and rejected them outright.
Then these people were suppressed by the imperial court and wanted to come and seek refuge with Fengming Sect.
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