The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2135 Please enjoy the performance of the divine bird.
Before us stands a fortress-like complex, quietly nestled between heaven and earth, with majestic snow-capped mountains stretching endlessly behind it. Putting aside any preconceived notions, this scene is truly breathtaking.

The main buildings of the residences are constructed primarily of adobe and wood, showcasing the ruggedness and simplicity characteristic of Tibetan architecture.

To the left of the main gate stands a towering structure, typical of Tibetan architecture, with a slightly upturned top adorned with golden ritual implements that gleam in the sunlight, showcasing the majesty and nobility of the nobility.

The main entrance is a beautifully carved wooden door, with intricate religious patterns and auspicious symbols engraved on the door panel, symbolizing warding off evil and bringing blessings.

Above the lintel, a plaque, though weathered by time, still faintly reveals its former glory and splendor. On either side of the door, colorful prayer flags hang on the red and white walls, fluttering in the wind and making a rustling sound, as if telling ancient legends and prayers.

The house is surrounded by a low earthen wall, serving as both a protective barrier and a boundary against the outside world. Beyond the wall lies a wheat field, now covered with a thin layer of snow.

A winding path extends from the front door, through the wheat field, and into the distance, as if it were a link connecting the house to the outside world.

Against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, the entire scene appeared exceptionally tranquil and solemn, revealing a sense of historical weight and cultural profundity.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "This road is so narrow that even a carriage cannot pass through."

Venerable White Lotus said, "They usually travel by yak, and rarely even ride horses, let alone carriages."

Feng Jiuxiao said "Oh", "I forgot that the air here is thin and the climate is cold, and horses are not as staminay as yaks."

Venerable White Lotus said, "Besides, the terrain here is rugged and not suitable for vehicles. It would be better to ride a yak, which is more flexible and comfortable."

Feng Jiuxiao said, "What you say is very true, Venerable One."

Approaching the main gate, they found it tightly shut, with no heavy guards as expected. "Could it be that the Mo family also fled at the first sign of trouble? Surely not? We didn't spread the word that we were going to deal with them, so they have no reason to run away."

Bai Lian said, "Young master is joking. How could they escape? Where could they escape to? All their property is here. They can't take it with them. It's impossible for them to give up everything here."

With the last family monopolizing the Qinghai Lake salt fields, how could they possibly abandon such immense wealth?
Feng Jiuxiao was too lazy to use his spiritual power to spy on the defenses inside the bunker. He simply took the bronze door knocker and knocked on the door panel, making a crisp clanging sound that could be heard by anyone within ten feet.

Sure enough, after knocking a couple of times, someone shouted loudly in Tibetan, but Feng Jiuxiao guessed it probably meant something like "Who are you?"

Bai Lian said, "The people inside are asking who is knocking on the door."

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Just say that we are big merchants from the Central Plains and have good things to sell to their master."

Bai Lian replied in Tibetan: "We are wealthy merchants from the Central Plains, and we have priceless treasures to recommend to your esteemed master."

The door opened with a bang, revealing a tall, thin, dark-skinned boy with a wary expression. He asked in Tibetan, "Are you from the Central Plains?" Bai Lian translated simultaneously.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "That's right."

The Tibetan boy suddenly looked up and saw an astonishing sight! A huge kite was floating behind the boy in white, several meters above the ground!
He exclaimed in horror, "What is this?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Kite."

"Kite?"

"Yes."

Bai Lian translated for the two of them simultaneously, so they could answer each other fluently without any problems.

The Tibetan boy's expression turned serious. "Then what is this 'good thing' you're talking about? Is it this kite?"

Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said, "Yes."

The Tibetan youth's expression changed, and he looked Feng Jiuxiao and Feng Jiuxiao up and down as if they were demons or monsters. "You two wait here for a moment, I'll inform the Bone Master immediately." He turned to leave, but Feng Jiuxiao immediately waved his hand, and the Tibetan youth froze in place, as if he had been cast a spell!
Feng Jiuxiao strode through the gate. "He just said he was informing the Bone Master. Is this Bone Master the Great Lord here?"

Bai Lian said, "That's right! We call them serf owners or great lords, the locals call them protectors, and only serfs call them bone masters."

The Tibetan boy watched helplessly as the boy in white and the monk in white stepped across the threshold! He wanted to shout to warn those inside, but suddenly realized he couldn't make a sound, and his face turned deathly pale with fright!
Have I become mute?
A massive, overwhelming shadow swept slowly overhead, drifting from above the main gate into the courtyard. It was the bronze eagle, resembling a giant kite, slowly floating into the house, seemingly pulled by an invisible rope by the white-clad youth.

Upon entering the courtyard, countless mud-brick houses came into view, giving Feng Jiuxiao only a feeling of simplicity and dilapidation, completely unrelated to splendor!

This is the powerful family that monopolized the salt trade?
Bai Lian noticed Feng Jiuxiao's confusion and laughed, "This place is different from the Central Plains. They don't know how to make bricks, and they don't have marble to use. It's already quite impressive that they could build something like this with just yellow earth. Don't be fooled by how old, dilapidated, and worn these houses look on the outside; the inside is absolutely luxurious! It's said that the floors are paved with gold bricks and the walls are covered with agate. It's beyond imagination!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "That's more like it. Otherwise, what kind of alms could we possibly get from them?"

Bai Lian laughed and said, "Didn't you come here to sell good things, young master? How did you end up begging for alms?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I was just thinking, if we sell this good stuff to them, what will we sell to the next few stores?"

Bai Lian smiled.

This young master Feng is pretending to sell things; his real intention is to get money.

Asking someone for money out of nowhere doesn't sound as good as selling something to earn money!

Bai Lian thought to herself: Why bother with all that trouble? Just kick the door down and say, "Pay up and we won't kill you," wouldn't that be enough? This is like taking off your pants to fart—it's like trying to…

Suddenly, Feng Jiuxiao said, "The Venerable One has already started cursing?"

Bai Lian was taken aback, her expression changed slightly, and she stammered, "I...I didn't curse?"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "You mean I want to be both that and that, right?"

Bai Lian was immediately startled and hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, this humble monk didn't mean that!" His heart was pounding in his throat! This was too terrifying! He could actually hear his own thoughts?

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm just guessing. I can figure it out with a little reasoning. You think I could just make them pay up obediently, why go through all this trouble, right?"

Bai Lian immediately replied, "Yes...yes." He was still conflicted, wondering if Feng Jiuxiao was just guessing or if he could actually read his mind! Oh well, he was just being nosy and hadn't crossed any lines, so he couldn't possibly do anything to him! Thinking of this, he relaxed a little.

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Isn't it more fun to just rob them? I want to sell them things and make them pay for them! I want to see them suffer."

Bai Lian chuckled, "Young master, this move is quite satisfying. At least those Tibetan people who have been exploited by him will feel good!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "If their family is reasonable, then it's fine. But if they don't understand the principle of taking from the people and using it for the people, then I can only teach them a lesson."

At that moment, a dozen or so figures emerged from inside, each burly and armed with a curved sword, their faces displaying menacing expressions!

Feng Jiuxiao said, "These must be their family's bodyguards, right?"

Bai Lian said, "It should be."

"Tell them we're looking for their master, and tell them to move aside."

Bai Lian stepped forward and said in Tibetan, "Please step aside, everyone. We are here to discuss business with your master." A burly Tibetan man shouted, "Who do you think you are to speak to my master?"

Bai Lian immediately objected!

"Then who is worthy to speak to your master?"

The burly Tibetan man said proudly, "Only other Bone Lords are qualified to speak with our master." Bai Lian translated simultaneously.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I have already killed the other bone masters. No one will be qualified to speak to your master anymore. Be prepared to become mute from now on."

The burly man was taken aback, then flew into a rage: "You're talking nonsense! You think you can kill the other Bone Masters?!"

Feng Jiuxiao frowned and asked, "Are you the son of Lord Mo?"

The burly man frowned, not expecting the question, and shook his head, saying, "No!"

"So, are you the Great Lord's nephew or his nephew?"

"Not at all."

"Then what is your relationship with the Great Lord?"

Only then did the burly man realize that the other party might be leading him into the pit, but by then the momentum had already taken hold, and since he didn't take the other party seriously, he naturally replied, "I am the Bone Master's bodyguard!"

Feng Jiuxiao sneered, "Since you call your lord 'Bone Master,' it fully demonstrates that you are nothing more than his slave! A slave, arbitrarily oppressed, not only does he not know how to resist, but he also willingly serves as a lackey. He is utterly devoid of courage and dignity! To be a slave to someone else and yet be complacent and proud of it is truly incomprehensible!"

The Tibetan strongman's face turned pale and then red. He was enraged by Feng Jiuxiao's public criticism. He pointed his curved sword at Feng Jiuxiao and shouted, "Brothers, this Han man is a bad guy. Kill him!"

Bai Lian provides simultaneous translation.

Before the burly men could move, Feng Jiuxiao waved his sleeve, and everyone froze, as if time had stopped.

He shouted, "The person in charge of the household, come out here!"

Bai Lian repeated it loudly in Tibetan!
At this moment, a commotion arose from the enormous courtyard, and people kept appearing. In no time, hundreds of people gathered together and surged towards Feng Jiuxiao. The person in the lead was tall and wore a robe with a turned-down collar that was close-fitting for ease of movement. He wore a unique "Zanpu hat," a tall hat with a red scarf hanging from the brim, signifying his noble status.

He had a short sword at his waist. The scabbard was adorned with gems of various colors. Feng Jiuxiao could tell at a glance that this short sword was not only a practical tool, but also most likely a symbol of status and position.

The lord's mustache resembled two eyebrows, indicating that he enjoyed grooming it. His skin wasn't the typical high-altitude ruddy complexion, but rather a fair complexion, suggesting that he was well-cared for and pampered, making him appear at first glance like a wealthy woman.

The lord, with an imposing and condescending air, asked, "Who are you?" His voice was deep and rough, which confirmed to Feng Jiuxiao that the lord was indeed a man.

Bai Lian continues the simultaneous translation.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I am one of the top three richest merchants in the Central Plains. My surname is Long. You can call me Young Master Long or Mr. Long!"

The Grand Lord stared coldly at Feng Jiuxiao. "You? One of the top three richest merchants in the Central Plains? Kid, you've got some nerve, coming to my house to try and scam me. Are you tired of living?"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Damn it, he's used to being bossy and domineering. Does he really think he's some kind of local tyrant in his own little corner of the world?"

The lord noticed Feng Jiuxiao's mocking smile and knew his words were malicious. Just as he was about to order his men to attack, he suddenly heard the serfs behind him exclaim in surprise, "What's that?"

"That's... a bronze-colored kite?"

"How can this kite be so realistic? Look, the feathers, the texture is so clear, and that..."

"Wait a minute, that eagle doesn't look like a kite. The luster on its body... it's impossible to paint such a realistic bronze color!"

"So what do you mean? Are you saying that's the bronze eagle?"

"What? You two are saying that's a real eagle? How is that possible? Hey? If it's not real... then... it's too real!"

The High Lord also noticed the large eagle floating from behind the tower and frowned, saying, "Hassan! What the hell is that?"

A burly Tibetan man behind him said, "Master, that looks like a kite!"

"A kite? Aren't kites supposed to be thin? This one is huge. Look at that eagle's belly, how bulging it is! And where's the kite string? Why isn't there any string?"

"This……"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Stop guessing! I'm here today to sell you this divine eagle! It's a divine bird, an invincible golden eagle, from Longhu Mountain in the Central Plains!"

The Grand Lord frowned and said, "What? A celestial bird?"

Bai Lian immediately added in the translation: "Just like our Tibetan mythical bird, the Myriad Sound Bird. It possesses divine power."

The great lord's eyes immediately lit up, and he became instantly interested. "Possesses divine power?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "That's right!"

The high lord's eyes darted around, and he immediately ordered Hassan, "You lead everyone to kill these two men and seize this divine bird!"

Before Bai Lian could translate, Feng Jiuxiao understood the Great Lord's meaning from his eyes, "Wait a minute!"

Bai Lian shouted in Tibetan almost simultaneously, "Stop!"

The Great Lord was taken aback. Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "You killed me, so who taught you the instructions to tame the divine bird?" Bai Lian immediately translated in unison.

The Great Lord said arrogantly, "Oh? So you're saying that without you, no one can command this bronze divine bird?"

Feng Jiuxiao naturally knew where the Great Lord's confidence came from!
There was someone behind the Great Lord just now, and that giant eagle looked like the bronze bird statue in the palace, a gift from the High Priest to the King! The Great Lord immediately became certain that the bronze bird statue was the one in the palace! Because the bird's leg was engraved with a swastika surrounded by flames! He remembered it clearly! There was absolutely no mistake!
The great lord immediately felt confident!
Killing this Han Chinese and then returning the divine bird to the palace would be a great achievement, wouldn't it? At that time, both the king and the shaman would have to reward me handsomely. Money is not important; what matters is that my influence in the royal court will increase, and the other nobles will not dare to covet the salt route!
His gaze gradually sharpened!

Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "Venerable One, what do you suggest we do?"

Bai Lian naturally understood Feng Jiuxiao's meaning. His eyes hardened. "Young Master is eager to do business with them, but they always want to kill you. There's no other way but to fight back!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "You actually wanted to kill and rob! Great Lord, I see you quite like this divine bird, then I'll invite you to enjoy its performance!"

With his mind, he released the invisible flames that the bronze eagle had been holding back in its chest, and a straight stream of flame shot out towards the crowd!

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Instant screams filled the air as countless serfs were engulfed in flames!