Chapter 71: Flute Sounds and Broken Bamboo

Chapter 71: Flute Sounds and Broken Bamboo

Chapter 71: Flute Sounds and Broken Bamboo (asking for monthly ticket)

"I am Yimuxing, Prince Huoduan's Na Ke'er, and I have come from the grassland to visit Zhang Zhaizhu! Please let this girl know."

It is well known to the world that the Golden Family, the master of Wolf Court, has been weak for a long time, and the major tribes are disunited.

Mahamu Yesen was a great hero of his time. He led the Oirat tribe to rise rapidly and defeated the Ming border troops several times. Heroes on the grassland vied to serve him.

Five years ago, the old Khan of Langting appointed Mahamu Yesen as King Jing and took over the government affairs as the Grand Tutor. Since then, spies from the grassland have frequently infiltrated the south.

The Grand Tutor's desire to conquer the Ming Dynasty was obvious.

The woman stood on the wooden stake, looking down at the two people, and said the same words: "The village leader is in seclusion and does not see outsiders!"

"Lord Yi has come from hundreds of miles away. Isn't it a bit disrespectful for Zhang Zhai to act like this?"

She frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged scholar bowed and said, "I am Qiu Zhigui, an aide to Prince Huo Duan."

She sneered, "Central Plains people?"

Qiu Zhigui smiled and said, "The Grand Master only recruits people based on their talents. In addition to people from the grasslands and the Central Plains, there are also people from Korea, the Western Regions, and Japan who serve under him."

"The sea embraces all rivers, and the greater it is, the more it can accommodate. The heroes and talents of all nations and races in the world can all be used by the Grand Master."

"Master Zhang, Master Zhao, why do you two have to stick to the nationality?"

Zhao Xia looked at the middle-aged scholar: "So you know me?"

Qiu Zhigui chuckled and said, "The second village chief is as brave as any man. Prince Huo Duan values ​​Qingfeng Village, and as his advisor, I will naturally do my homework."

Yi Muxing saw that she was as tall as a man, and had the vigorous figure of a grassland girl, the beautiful appearance of a Central Plains girl, unique temperament, and sexy and graceful figure, so he couldn't help but feel a bit of favor towards her.

"As long as Qingfeng Village surrenders, Prince Huo Duan is willing to appoint Village Chief Zhang as the hereditary leader of a thousand men and the general of Pingyang. If he can make meritorious contributions in the future, he will not hesitate to give him the title of duke, and the land and territory will not be a problem."

"Aunt Zhao... If the leader of the Zhao Village is willing to serve you, he will also be of great use to you!"

Zhao Xia was a little impatient. She looked back at the end of the wooden stake array, where there was a newly built bamboo building.

"Zhaizhu Zhang will not be canonized by the grassland, nor will he see you. Please go back!"

These days, the master has been secluded upstairs practicing internal skills and striving to reach the armor-breaking realm.

In order to avoid disturbance by outsiders, she was specially summoned to protect the law.

One person is upstairs and the other is downstairs. Although they don’t see each other, they are closest to each other and accompany each other day and night.

Zhao Xia was secretly happy and wished they could stay together like this, but she didn't dare to say these words out loud.

Before Zhang Yu went into seclusion, he lived in seclusion in this bamboo forest. When he was not practicing martial arts, he often looked west and sighed. The sound of the flute was faint, as if he was missing someone.

Zhao Xia knew that the adult was missing a girl in his heart.

Yi Muxing took two steps forward, held the scimitar at his waist, and said angrily: "I prepared generous gifts and sincerely asked for an audience, but the host refused to let me in. This is a humiliation to the grassland people."

"How are you doing?"

Seeing his unfriendly tone, Zhao Xia clapped his hands. Footsteps were heard in the bamboo forest, and more than forty archers emerged, drawing their bows and arrows, aiming at the two men.

Bows and arrows were weapons that the imperial court strictly prohibited from being sold to the public, and the degree of restriction was second only to armor and firearms.

Qingfeng Village had only collected eighty usable bows from all the seizures, and trained a bow team, which was led by Zhao Xia himself and Chen Wu as his deputy.

"Master Guo Xiang, may your blessing come true! I am very lucky. Fortunately, I was steady and not reckless!"

The red-shirted woman hiding in the snow maple tree was frightened when she saw this scene. She didn't expect that there were ambushes in the bamboo forest. Fortunately, she didn't rush into the two-story bamboo building rashly. Otherwise, no matter how good her lightness skills were, she would never come back.

Qiu Zhigui laughed and said, "What is the leader of the Zhao Village doing? We all have good intentions, why do we have to fight? Little do we know that the world is so big and the situation is ever-changing. More friends mean more roads, more enemies mean more walls..."

Zhao Xia said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! No matter what your purpose is or who you represent, anyone who dares to trespass into the bamboo forest will be killed without mercy!"

Yi Muxing took two steps back and spoke in a slower tone: "Zhao Zhaizhu, this is Qingfeng Zhai's territory, you naturally have the upper hand, but using the majority to bully the minority, using the host to bully the guest, is not what a hero does, and this will not convince people!"

"What do you have to say?"

Zhao Xia couldn't let the two of them disturb Zhang Yuqing's cultivation, but he also knew that the Wala tribe on the grassland was now very powerful, and even the court did not dare to start a war easily. Shanxi was close to the grassland, so it was inevitable that they would have to deal with each other.

She didn't want to offend the envoy from the grassland easily. If it were an ordinary person from the martial arts world, he would have trespassed into the back mountain of Qingfeng Village in the name of birthday celebration. She had already ordered the arrows to be shot.

"A duel of martial arts!"

Yi Muxing said confidently: "Zhao Zhaizhu is a man of the world, and I don't regard you as an ordinary woman. As long as Zhao Zhaizhu can defeat the curved knife in my hand, I will leave the mountain immediately and never disturb you."

He was also the son of the chief of a grassland tribe and had a noble status, so he could be the nanny of Yesen's most beloved youngest son.

In his eyes, a mountain stronghold leader like Zhang Yu, who had no more than a thousand followers, was not worth winning over.

The iron hooves passed by and thousands of arrows shot.

These Central Plains gangsters' mediocre skills are nothing compared to the warriors from the grasslands.

Prince Huo Duan's order to win over heroes from the Central Plains is essentially to cast a wide net and try to catch any fruit that may come to your attention.

At this moment, his interest was more focused on the woman in front of him. "Master Zhao, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Yi Muxing was confident that he could conquer this beautiful rouge horse with his bravery.

"Why don't you dare!"

Zhao Xia tapped the wooden stake with his toes, his body flew into the air, and he raised his long axe, chopping it down diagonally like a half moon.

Ah!
Yi Muxing was caught off guard. In panic, he drew out his scimitar and attacked. The swords clashed and gravity surged in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, his hands holding the handle of the knife trembling slightly.

"What a fierce horse! So strong!"

He looked at the snow-white axe blade hanging above his head, pressing down continuously, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Zhao Xia stared at him coldly.
She only used 70% of her strength. If she had used her full strength, this blow would have been enough to split this grassland nobleman in half.

After a series of battles in recent days, she has made some breakthroughs in the "Blood Evil Sutra" and has now reached the perfect level of Dan Jin cultivation.

Zhang Yu passed on to her all the essentials of the 'flowing like clouds and water' footwork, which helped her make up for her shortcomings in physical skills.

Zhao Xia said coldly: "You still don't admit defeat?"

"A man of the grassland would rather die than surrender!"

Yi Muxing clenched his teeth, his knees bent unconsciously, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He poured all his strength into his arms, but still found it difficult to hold on.

Zhao Xia looked quite relaxed, but it was obvious that he was not trying his best.

"clang!"

Qiu Zhigui lifted up his robe, took out his iron mace, and struck it on the axe, separating the two men.

He chuckled and said, "Master Yi has come all the way to the Central Plains and is exhausted. He has not recovered yet. How about I first teach you the martial arts of the Zhao village chief?"

The two men didn't waste any words and fought together. All they could hear was the sound of "clang clang" in the forest, as axes and maces clashed and sparks flew.

Yi Muxing was dazzled. He was good at archery and horse riding, but was mediocre in martial arts, which was also a common situation for people on the grassland.

The cultivation of internal strength requires a high level of mentality. The rough men on the grassland are good at hard riding and archery, and riding and archery are just common things for them, but asking them to meditate, regulate their breathing, and circulate the Qi in the body is undoubtedly like forcing Zhang Fei to do embroidery.

But among the top masters in every generation, there must be a place for the grassland people.

Qiu Zhigui may look like a weak scholar, but he is no ordinary person as he is able to become Huo Duan's trusted aide despite his ethnicity.

He was very skilled in using the iron mace, and did not just compete with Zhao Xia, but instead engaged in a tug-of-war to consume his strength. After forty or fifty rounds, he was gaining the upper hand.

Just as Zhao Xia was about to be defeated, a flute sound came from the bamboo building at the end of the wooden stake formation.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, containing hidden Zen ideas. It can relieve the pain of escape and all the worries of the world.

Even a grassland man like Yimuxing felt that his murderous and lustful soul had been redeemed by Changshengtian after hearing this.

Qiu Zhigui took five or six steps back, put away his weapon, and looked towards the bamboo building with a smile.

Unlike Yi Muxing, he considered completing Prince Huo Duan's mission as his top priority. If he returned to the grassland without even meeting the head of Qingfeng Village, he would inevitably lose points in his master's eyes.

If the goal can be achieved, there is no need to resort to violence.

"The master has come out!"

Zhao Xia was delighted and looked towards the bamboo building.

The man in black robe fell down from the window, about seven meters high, and stepped accurately on the wooden stake. He held a purple flute in his hand, which he placed vertically to his lips and played.

"May I ask if this is the Zhang Zhai master? I am Qiu Zhigui, this is Lord Yi Muxing. We are here on the orders of Prince Huo Duan to enthrone the Zhang Zhai master."

The man in black robe did not say a word. His steps were extremely smooth. He stepped on the wooden stakes as if they were flat ground. He stood on the wooden stakes ten steps away from the two men. The sound of the flute did not stop, but it gradually changed from clear and melodious to high-pitched and rapid.

He has played this "Purifying Heart and Universal Good Mantra" no less than a hundred times and has gained some insights of his own.

If the previous flute sound was the lowering of the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, now it is the angry eyes of the Vajra.

There was no wind in the forest at this time, but five bamboo leaves fell down together.

Qiu Zhigui was horrified and quickly stepped back. He could tell from the sound of the flute that there was a murderous intent.
"From a distance of ten or so steps, I integrated my inner strength into the sound of the flute, and the sound was so loud that it broke the bamboo leaves. It was simply terrifying."

Zhang Yu put away his flute, made a gesture to see the guest off, and walked back to the bamboo building on the wooden stakes.

When he first entered the Armor Breaking Realm, at a distance of ten steps, being able to break bamboo leaves by transmitting his internal force through the sound of the flute was already his limit.

But the demeanor of a master...must be fulfilled after all.

Qiu Zhigui and Yi Muxing left Qingfeng Village under the escort of the archery team.

(End of this chapter)