Chapter 349: Wind Rising from Meiling

Chapter 349: Wind Rising from Meiling

Chapter 349: Wind Rising from Meiling
"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows outside the railings."

The 800-year-old building has been ravaged by wars. It was razed to the ground during the Huang Chao Uprising and burned to ashes when the Mongol cavalry marched south of the Yangtze River. Today, it has been rebuilt several times.

"Let's go back."

"Mr. Tong is going back to the inn?"

Tong Yukang stepped on the shoulder of the 'meat stool', climbed onto the carriage, and looked back at the purple knight.

"You guessed it, let's go back to the inn!"

Four purple knights guarded the two sides, and the driver was replaced by the "meat stool" with decent looks. The wheels of the carriage went east along the river, and after two or three miles, it suddenly turned north.

"Drive! Drive!"

The purple knight rode up to catch up and shouted, "Wrong, this is not the way back to the inn!"

Tong Yukang opened the curtains and said with a smile, "Yes, I suddenly want to go to Pengze Lake to enjoy the view. Guard Qiu, do you want to go with me?"

The purple knight bowed and said, "It is my mission to protect Mr. Tong."

Tong Yukang chuckled and lowered the car curtain.

We drove northward for half an hour before leaving Nanchang and arrived at the foot of Meiling Mountain. The scenery here is tranquil and quiet, and it has always been a place where famous people live in seclusion. On both sides of the path, there are towering ancient trees, magpies flapping their wings, ancient vines hanging, and monkeys screaming.

If you want to go to Pengze Lake, it would be a bit too far.

In the carriage, Tong Yukang leaned in Chunniang's arms, looking leisurely.

The mountain path is rugged, the carriage is shaking, and the purple and red grapes on the tops are trembling gently. July is the season when fruits and melons are ripe. Pushing aside the leaves and vines, two papayas are revealed. After being nourished by the spring rain and dew and absorbing the heat of the summer sun, they are already extremely fruitful.

"Chun Niang, do you know what I like about you?"

"I remember the master once said that he liked me to be born... perfect."

Tong Yukang raised his head slightly, sniffed the melon fragrance, laughed, and then sighed.

"You're right. Unfortunately, eight out of ten things in this world are not as expected. It's rare for them to be perfect."

Chunniang looked down at the man and saw that he was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. She asked softly, "Master, are we really going to Pengze?"

The carriage was running very fast on the mountain road and was almost shaking. Tong Yukang found a good soft cushion for himself. Every time it bumped into something, it was not only harmless, but also a kind of fun that could not be told to outsiders.

Chunniang waited for a while and thought he would not answer, but then Young Master Tong San spoke.

“Not going to Pengze Lake.”

"So... where are we going?"

"Go back to Blackwood Cliff! Chunniang, do you think this is a little sudden?"

"No matter where the master goes, I will follow him."

Tong Yukang didn't comment. He glanced at the 'meat bench' driving the carriage outside through the shaking curtain and said, "While lying in your arms, I suddenly realized something."

Chunniang smiled and said, "Congratulations, Master."

Tong Yukang asked with a smile: "Don't you want to know?"

"The master won't tell, and Chun Niang won't ask."

Tong Yukang sniffed the drooping melon deeply, revealing an obsessive look, and whispered: "There is an arrogant idiot, I overestimated him."

Chunniang thought about it and didn't know who Tong Yukang was talking about, so she didn't dare to ask more.

Tong Yukang held her hand. Her slender fingers were smooth and delicate, and had once brought him a lot of pleasure.

"Hands as soft as catkins, skin as white as cream, a charming smile, and beautiful eyes. The Creator is truly amazing."

He interlocked his fingers with hers.

Chunniang said softly, "The luggage is still in the inn. The gold and silver are fine, but there are also religious tokens and important letters. Master, should we send someone back to get them? It would be bad if they fall into the hands of Miss Ren!"

Tong Yukang gently lifted up the green sleeve, revealing five or six scars on the snow-white wrist, crisscrossing each other, old and new. One could almost imagine that every whip left a pleasurable sensation deep into the bone marrow.

"Those things are important, but compared to my life, they are nothing."

Chunyan asked in confusion, "What do you mean, sir?"

Tong Yukang put her hand on his face, covering half of his face, his eyes sharp as an owl: "My intuition tells me that there is a murderous intention approaching. The carp has already arrived in Nanchang. We can't stay here any longer!"

Chunyan asked, "Is it that Deputy Hall Master Zhang?"

"You know, that's quite a lot!"

"After following the master for a long time, I naturally understand who the master is worried about."

"Then do you know why I hate him so much?"

Tong Yukang chuckled and pulled down the green sleeve to her arm, revealing more shocking scars. Chunniang seemed unaware, as if she had nothing to do with these whip marks, as if they were not on her body but on an unconscious wall.

"That person has long shown extraordinary strategic ambitions and outstanding martial arts talent. He is brilliant and has a promising future. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a prominent figure in the martial arts world. He has won the favor of the Eastern Sect Leader, and even Manager Yang has secretly admired his talent."

"The correct approach is undoubtedly to make friends with him while he is still a nobody, just like what Qi Queqiao did."

Tong Yukang smiled confidently and said, "Besides, with the friendship between my father and him and his kindness in recognizing his talent, it won't be difficult for me to turn my enemy into a friend!"

Chunniang asked, "The master is determined to be his enemy, so he must have offended someone?"

Tong Yukang shook his head and said, "No, it's me who offended him time and time again."

"Then why..."

Chunniang didn't know what to say.

"Because... he has become the person I wanted him to be! Isn't this the greatest cruelty to me?"

Tong Yukang's tone was calm, but it was filled with chilling hatred and viciousness. He watched a lowly person rise rapidly to the top, his fame growing day by day, and he was almost on par with Tong Baixiong. This was absolutely intolerable!

"boom!"

The carriage shook violently, almost jumping up.

The wheel seemed to be stuck by something and suddenly stopped, and the two of them rolled into a ball.

"Come out!"

Someone shouted outside.

Tong Yukang lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, and looked around. There was no one else in front of him except the four palace knights covered in purple robes. They all had the strength of third-rate masters.

Chunniang frowned and said, "Guard Qiu, what can I do for you? Why are you blocking the carriage?"

Tong Yukang narrowed his eyes, looked up at the purple knight in the lead, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Perhaps Guard Qiu doesn't want to go to Pengze Lake. He has found a better place to go."

The purple knight retracted the spear that was pressed against the wheel and placed it on Tong Yukang's neck, with the icy side of the spear close to the blood vessels in his neck. He only needed to use the strength of his palm and shake the spear head slightly to end this man's life.

"According to the order of the Saint Lady, please ask the Third Master Tong to return to Nanchang!"

Tong Yukang sighed lightly, not being too surprised.

"How can I not praise her for being so great? Even the Knights of Chengde Palace have surrendered to Miss Ren."

Chunniang asked, "Are you going to betray the Divine Religion?"

Qiu Hu sneered, "Let me tell you two that I have received great favors from the Ren family in my lifetime. Since I joined the Divine Religion, I have been a member of the Ren family. The ones who truly betrayed the orthodoxy of the Divine Religion are you and Yang Lianting in the Chengde Hall!"

Tong Yukang lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Miss Ren didn't ask you to kill me immediately, so how is she going to deal with me?"

"The Saint said that Deputy Hall Master Zhang will be coming to Nanchang, and she wants to give Master Tong to him as a meeting gift."

After saying this, the four purple knights burst into laughter.

Qiu Hu originally did not want to say it, but along the way, Tong Yukang had been domineering and conceited, and had no martial arts to subdue people, which had already angered them. He was originally Miss Ren's secret agent, and after her support, the other three also turned against her.

Tong Yukang's face was cold, he clenched his fists, his nails scratched his palms, and a few drops of blood fell from the gaps between his fists.

"Gift?"

He recalled that night when he took the initiative to visit Ren Yingying in the East Lake Boat, intending to make friends with her and leave a way out, but she refused to even see him, and now she wanted to use him as a gift to please Zhang Yu...

"It turns out that they have been having an affair for a long time!"

Tong Yukang and Zhang Yu have never met since they went up the Black Wood Cliff, but he feels that Zhang Yu's shadow is everywhere in his world!
In this world, everyone loves Zhang Liyu!
This is not fair!

I'm not convinced!

"Let's go, Third Master Tong. Deputy Hall Master Zhang will be happy to have your gift."

Zhang Yu defeated the Five Mountains Sword Sects at Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony in Hengshan. The name of Ziwei Sword Immortal had spread to Jiangxi. Qiu Hu had naturally heard of it as well, and thought that Zhang Yu was the Saint Aunt's man, so he spoke to him with a little more respect.

"It's time to go, but not for me..."

Young Master Tong San looked at the four purple knights, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted, as if he was smiling.

"Whoosh!"

Before Qiu Hu could react, a long-feathered arrow pierced through his heart from behind. The arrowhead was made neither of copper nor iron, but seemed to be made of black stone. It looked rough, but it could penetrate two layers of iron armor.

The archer who can shoot such a heavy arrow must be no ordinary person.

"Swish swish~"

Qiu Hu fell off his horse and fell heavily, looking up at the arrows flying past. After a few dull thuds, the other three riders were also shot dead. The situation reversed in an instant. His body gradually became cold, but he saw Tong Yukang walking slowly in front of him, leaning over and whispering to him.

"Guard Qiu, you are the ones who should leave! You are so smart..."

Chunniang had a golden hairpin in her hand. Just as she was about to make a move, she heard two string sounds and iron arrows pierced through the back of her head and heart respectively. She fell to the ground and her consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

"Bitch!"

Blood splattered and landed on Tong Yukang's hands. The pretty lady turned into a blood gourd. He didn't have the slightest pity in his eyes. He just looked at the 'meat stool' sitting on the shaft of the cart and sneered, "Don't learn from her!"

The sound of footsteps was heard in the woods, and dozens of people walked out one after another, holding bows and crossbows in their hands, wearing official boots, and standing guard in all directions.

"Third Master, we are not late."

The man in the lead had a strong build and carried an iron bow on his back. He stepped over four corpses and walked quickly over.

"Captain Zhu arrived just in time. If it were later, Tong would have been given away as a gift."

Zhu Xuantong smiled and said, "Then I will escort the Third Young Master back to Blackwood Cliff?"

Tong Yukang shook his head and said, "Let's go back to Nanchang Prefecture."

Zhu Xuantong said, "I just received news that all the people planted by Yang Lianting were purged last night. Before Heimuya reacts, Suzaku Hall is now completely in Ren Yingying's hands. If we go back now, wouldn't we be walking into a trap?"

Tong Yukang pondered secretly that Miss Ren was calculating to the core, and many people had been drawn into the game, either actively or passively, to become her pawns. His plan to escape back to Black Wood Cliff had already been discovered, and he didn't know if she had any back-up plans or not. It would be better for him to use the Jinyiwei's official status to cover up a little and wait and see what happened.

"In Miss Ren's eyes, I am at most a little sparrow. She painstakingly wove this big net, not for Tong. Sneak back to Nanchang at this time, even if it is dark under the lamp, she may not be able to expect it."

Zhu Xuantong said helplessly: "Commander Wan asked me to cooperate with the Third Young Master. If you are determined, then go back to Nanchang Prefecture!"

"Find a way to tell Di Baiying that Miss Ren has completely taken control of Suzaku Hall. Tell him to... be careful!"

The mountain breeze blew by, and a colorful crowned bird seemed to be frightened by the smell of blood. It flapped its wings and soared into the sky. After circling above Meiling Mountain for a few times, it flew towards the southeast.

(End of this chapter)