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

Feng Jiuxiao said, "These are just the first batch of supplies. There will be more later, right, Centurion?" Venerable Bailian translated in unison, like a puppet, his tone flat and without any emotion.

The centurion said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, there are more to come; this is the first batch!"

Pang Shiwu said, "That's more like it. What kind of fish is being grilled?"

Venerable White Lotus said, "It is Huangyu, a specialty of Qinghai Lake."

Pang Shiwu said, "Yellow croaker? Yellow croakers don't look like this."

Venerable White Lotus said, "Huang refers to the Huang River. It originates outside the border of Jincheng and Linqiang, and flows eastward into the Yellow River."

Pang Shiwu said, "Oh, is it Huang, which has the water radical? Is it the name of a river?"

Venerable White Lotus said, "That's right! The Huangshui River originates in Qinghai, flows through Western Xia, and finally empties into the Yellow River."

Pang Shiwu observed that the fish on the grill was elongated, slightly laterally compressed, with a blunt, rounded snout. Its mouth was located near the terminal or sub-inferior position and was hoof-shaped. The fish had no scales, except for sparse, specialized scales on the sides of the anus and anal fin, as well as the shoulder girdle. "The more I look at it, the more it resembles a carp, except it has no scales."

Venerable Bailian said, "Actually, the Huangyu is also called naked carp, and it is a local specialty."

Pang Shiwu said, "Any other fish besides the Huangyu?" His eyes were fixed on Chi Jiling. He came here to cause trouble! He missed the chance to eliminate the six major families and had been wanting to make up for it! These guards from the Dai family's three clans were perfect for sacrificing to the sword!
Centurion Chijiling could tell that the other party had ill intentions and that his words were full of provocation, as if he wanted to provoke him into a fit of rage and draw his sword!

He tried his best to control his emotions and said seriously, "There are other kinds of fish in this lake, such as spotted naked carp, spiny loach, stink loach, rimless flat-pharyngeal toothed fish, thick-lipped naked carp, bone-lipped yellow river fish, and catfish loach." Venerable White Lotus translated in unison, speaking at a steady pace without any emotion.

Pang Shiwu said, "They're all mudskippers, boring. How many people have you killed?"

Chiji Ling was stunned! This was too fast a turn of events! One minute he was saying that mudfish were boring, the next he was asking how many people he had killed?

His mind raced, trying to figure out how to respond. He felt like the other person was setting a trap! No matter how he answered, he might fall into it!
Pang Shiwu looked displeased: "What? Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question."

Chijiling immediately replied, "I've killed three." He knew that if he said he hadn't killed anyone, the other party wouldn't believe him, and if they investigated further, they might use his lie as an excuse to harm him! So he made up a number: three. He had a feeling that saying too many people wouldn't be good for him either.

Pang Shiwu asked, "Three? Who are those three people?"

what?
Chiji Ling was completely dumbfounded!
He stared at Pang Shiwu, momentarily at a loss for words.

Pang Shiwu stared straight into his eyes and said coldly, "You don't recognize them?"

Chiji Ling's mind went completely blank! Should he answer that he knew them or not? He had killed so many people that he didn't even know their names!

Pang Shiwu said, "Since you can't say the name, does that mean you don't recognize me?"

Chiji Ling subconsciously hummed in agreement. Little did he know that this hum would begin his journey to his death.

Pang Shiwu's face instantly turned cold. "If you didn't know them, why did you kill them?"

Chiji Ling was utterly speechless.

His fists were clenched, and his chest was churning with turmoil!

The boy in black was aggressive, making no attempt to harm him concealed! What to do? If he didn't run now, he might miss his chance! But could he really escape like this? The scene of the white-robed monk capturing Gesang from afar was still flashing through his mind!
He thought for a moment, glanced at the guards around him, and thought to himself: I'm sorry, everyone, I'm too eager to live. Don't blame me when I get to hell!

He said to the soldiers who were setting up the tables and chairs, "You can't arrange them like this, there's not enough room for people to sit. Turn this sideways." He went over to help the soldiers adjust the small square table, and Feng Jiuxiao, Pang Shiwu, Venerable Bailian, and Linghu Jing watched him quietly as he rearranged the table.

Seizing the opportunity, Chijiling grabbed two guards and shoved them toward the White Lotus Venerable. He then charged desperately toward the densest concentration of guards, shouting, "Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Those four Han Chinese just killed our lord! Kill them and avenge our lord!"

Pang Shiwu frowned and looked at Venerable Bailian.

Venerable White Lotus was also taken aback, looking at Pang Shiwu.

Pang Shiwu said, "I thought you would make a move. You didn't think I would make a move, did you?"

Venerable White Lotus smiled wryly: "You're right, that's exactly what I think."

Linghu Jing vaguely understood; both of them assumed the other would attack, which was why neither of them made a move. Otherwise, the Tibetan centurion wouldn't have been able to escape. The centurion was now running frantically, already fifty zhang away!

Seeing the Tibetan soldiers rushing out of their tents and surging towards them like a tide, Linghu Jing said, "I'll go after the centurion!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "No need!" With a wave of his sleeve, an astonishing scene unfolded. The centurion flew back in a flash, landing right in front of Feng Jiuxiao. His feet left the ground, his body suspended in mid-air, unable to move!
The soldiers who were charging forward immediately stopped in their tracks upon seeing this! The centurion was under enemy control, and they were hesitant to act rashly!
The martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains who were watching from afar were completely dumbfounded!
"This is terrifying! This dragon-capturing and crane-controlling technique is simply astonishing!"

"Yes, the distance for telekinesis must be over fifty zhang, right?"

"This isn't martial arts, is it? This is sorcery!"

"Truly a once-in-a-century prodigy!"

"..."

Inside an ordinary Tibetan soldier's tent, a soldier was sitting cross-legged like an old monk in meditation.

Although he was wearing the armor of a Tibetan soldier, he had the appearance of a Han Chinese.

Hearing a commotion outside the tent, filled with deafening shouts of battle, he abruptly opened his eyes, his brow furrowing. "I had just entered a meditative state, and I've been woken up again. Who's disturbing my peace and quiet?" He listened intently to the sounds outside. Suddenly, the shouts of battle ceased abruptly!

At this moment, six hundred soldiers had completely surrounded Feng Jiuxiao and the others. Everyone held a curved sword and looked murderous. However, when a long sword was placed against Chi Jiling's neck, everyone stopped in their tracks!

Feng Jiuxiao smiled innocently and asked, "Why aren't you making a move?" Bai Lian Venerable translated simultaneously!
A commotion arose within the Tibetan garrison's ranks. One of the garrison soldiers shouted sternly, "If you have the guts, release our centurion, or we'll trample you into mincemeat!" (White Lotus Venerable translated simultaneously.)
Feng Jiuxiao laughed immediately: "Hehe, I won't let go! Come at me if you dare!" He smiled wickedly and patted Chi Jiling's face with the Xuanhuang Treasure Sword at his waist!

Not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
Many Tibetan soldiers were eager to try and charged forward with their scimitars in hand!
Chiji Ling turned green with fright and shouted, "Don't move!"

The soldiers stopped immediately, their faces filled with indignation!
Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Hey? Why did you stop? Weren't you just shouting that you wanted to avenge your lord? Why have you changed your mind now?"

The White Lotus Venerable provided simultaneous translation, which infuriated the Tibetan soldiers!
Pang Shiwu raised an eyebrow: "Your knife is already at their centurion's neck, how can they not stop?" He exaggeratedly said, "This is called hostage-taking!"

Feng Jiuxiao sheathed his treasured sword and chuckled, "Is that alright now? It's not considered kidnapping anymore, is it?"

Pang Shiwu exaggeratedly said, "Then of course it doesn't count as kidnapping."

He shouted to the Tibetan soldiers, "Your centurion is free! He's out of danger! You can charge now!" But the Tibetans remained unmoved! Many Tibetan soldiers cursed, "If you've got the guts, release the centurion! The sword isn't at his throat, but he's still in your hands!"

Pang Shiwu's face immediately darkened. He was about to retort when he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the scene. He saw that Chijiling was still standing in front of Feng Jiuxiao, the two of them very close, almost within reach. Objectively speaking, the Tibetan soldiers were not wrong; their centurion was still in their elder brother's hands!
Upon hearing Bai Lian's translation, Feng Jiuxiao immediately pretended to suddenly understand: "Oh, you think he's still in my hands, so you're afraid to act because you're hesitant? Then I'll give him back to you!" With a gentle push, Chiji Ling flew towards the Tibetan soldiers.

The Tibetan soldiers immediately caught the centurion and gently set him down. As soon as Chijiling's feet touched the ground, he perked up: "Fire the signal arrow!" Now that they'd already torn off pretense, they might as well drop the pretense and prepare for battle!
He hid behind several soldiers, saying, "Cover my retreat."

The soldiers looked at each other, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
Is this still the same brave, fearless, and composed centurion he always was? How did he become so timid and cowardly? But they dared not openly disobey orders, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and protect Chijiling as they retreated.

Most of the Tibetan soldiers were standing far away and had no idea what was happening. Upon hearing the centurion's order, they immediately brandished their scimitars and charged towards Feng Jiuxiao and his companions!
They've been holding back for so long! They need to vent! They need the blood of others to cleanse their blades!
For some reason, a large number of Han Chinese from the Central Plains have been flocking to the area around Qinghai Lake these past few days.

They were almost all carrying weapons, and they were clearly not good people!
Some of the younger Han Chinese looked at them with curiosity, but their eyes were full of provocation!
Several times everyone wanted to rush up and beat them up, but the centurion stopped them each time.

The centurion said, "These men are all rich, they're easy prey. We'll fleece them! We'll settle accounts after we've got all their money!"
Some soldiers felt that the centurion's method was too slow and the money was too inefficient, so they thought it would be better to just rob him directly.

But the centurion told them that these Han Chinese were all carrying weapons and were obviously skilled in martial arts. On the surface, these people were not of the same group, but as long as they were robbed, they would definitely form an alliance, and the Tibetan side would suffer heavy casualties!

Some soldiers suggested calling for reinforcements. The main force would then encircle and annihilate all the Han Chinese!
The centurion also disagreed. He reminded everyone that if they called for reinforcements, would the profits from these fat sheep still fall into their laps? Every outsider meant an extra share! Especially since the cavalry were notoriously greedy! The soldiers all agreed, and the idea of ​​robbing them was abandoned.

So for the past few days, the Tibetan soldiers could only suppress their anger and endure the strange looks from the Han people, acting as temporary "traders." Merchants didn't have a high status anywhere, especially within Tibetan territory. All resources within Tibet were controlled by three major powers, leaving almost no room for "buying and selling." The reason merchants still existed was mainly because nobles needed porcelain, tea, and silk from the Central Plains, which could only be purchased.

Now the centurion finally spoke! Some hot-blooded young Tibetan soldiers completely let loose, roaring and shouting as they charged towards Feng Jiuxiao and his group, brandishing their scimitars!

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Fifteen, be careful with your strength, don't scare them away!"

Pang Shiwu was immediately delighted! Feng Jiuxiao was afraid that his attack would be too fierce and scare away the Tibetan soldiers, making it impossible to annihilate them all!

"Don't worry, brother! We'll lure them in and defeat them one by one! I understand!"

He faced the surging Tibetan soldiers with his bare hands!
Bai Lian Venerable and Linghu Jing naturally understood what Feng Jiuxiao meant!
Young Master Feng wants to annihilate all these Tibetan soldiers!
He reminded everyone that it was okay to make a move, but they had to control the strength and rhythm. They couldn't be too fierce or ruthless, otherwise it would be bad if they scared the soldiers who were charging ahead into stopping or even running away!

On the flat Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, chasing down hundreds of fleeing Tibetan soldiers was no easy task! Imagine the scene: deserters were running further and further away in all directions. Which direction should you chase first? If you chase them to the east, how do you chase them to the west? If you chase them to the west, how do you chase them to the east? In the end, you'd be overwhelmed and some would inevitably escape!
Even if we could catch up with and kill all six hundred soldiers, the manpower, resources, and time required would far exceed our expectations! It might require Bigwolf, Zeng Yong, and even Wang Sheng, among others, to launch a full-scale attack! At the same time, I would have to use the Heaven-Shaking Bow, and Duanmu Yan would have to use the Great Compassion Bow!
It's laborious, time-consuming, and exhausting!

Everyone prefers to achieve twice the result with half the effort; nobody likes to achieve half the result with twice the effort! Nobody wants to waste time and energy on something!
Pang Shiwu threw a punch, which landed squarely on the cheek of a Tibetan soldier with a loud bang, knocking the soldier to the ground! The force of this punch seemed fierce, but it was well controlled, making everyone feel that "he is very powerful," but "his power is limited," and that he had a good chance of knocking the soldier to the ground!
Whoosh! A flash of cold light slashed down, and Pang Shiwu hurriedly dodged, "nearly" being struck by a curved blade. He seemed to be provoked, and punched the Tibetan soldier in the stomach. The soldier was in so much pain that he immediately bent over and couldn't stand up for a long time!

Pang Shiwu's "fierceness" aroused the fighting spirit of the Tibetan soldiers, and their battle cries became even more deafening!
The soldiers besieging Feng Jiuxiao were furious! This white-clad youth was weaving through the crowd, reminding them of the saying: "He walks through a field of flowers, yet not a single petal touches him!" All the slashes and daggers couldn't even touch a shred of his clothes! The more they couldn't touch him, the angrier the Tibetan soldiers became! The angrier they became, the more they wanted to kill him!
A white figure moved through the sea of ​​people with ease, as if playing in the water like a fish!

The martial arts masters from all over the Central Plains who were watching from afar were dumbfounded!
"Master, how could Feng Jiuxiao move so freely among hundreds of people as if they were nothing? What kind of lightness skill is that?"

"Shrink to the ground!"

"Isn't that a closely guarded secret of Longhu Mountain?"

"Yes!"

"How does he know this secret technique?"

"Didn't I mention it to you last time? He has a very close relationship with Zhang Tianshi!"

"Oh, I forgot. Master, that white-robed monk seems familiar. Do you know him?"

"How could I not recognize him? He is Venerable White Lotus of the Great Bright Temple!"

"Oh, what realm is he a master of?"

"Nine Realms!"

"How come his martial arts skills don't seem that great? He actually got hit several times! And the Tibetans he hit only took a few steps back before charging forward again. His defense and offense aren't very good either. He doesn't seem like a ninth-level master!"

"What do you know? He's playing dumb to fool others!"

"What do you mean, Master?"

“Every punch he threw shattered the Tibetan soldier’s heart meridian! He just didn’t die at the time! Did you notice that he never threw two punches at the same Tibetan soldier?”

"Huh? As expected! He doesn't want to waste time on a dead man? Then why is he doing this?"

"Only in this way can we lure the enemy deep into our territory and strike them dead in one blow!"

"They intend to... kill all those Tibetan soldiers?"

"What? Are you surprised?"

"Yes!"

"What's so surprising? You've never killed anyone before?"

"No, no, I'm wondering, if they want to annihilate all the Tibetan soldiers, why don't we go and help them?"

The master's expression hardened, and he glared at his disciple: "Anyone who goes to help is just asking for trouble!"

The apprentice was somewhat puzzled.

The master's face was gloomy, and he sighed, "Back in Shanghai, everyone betrayed Feng Jiuxiao! He was already being more than merciful by not killing them! Now they're sharpening their knives, who would dare to be so foolish as to cause trouble?"

The apprentice was somewhat bewildered, "Betrayal?"

The master sighed, "You were only focused on the Azure Dragon at the time and didn't pay attention to what Feng Jiuxiao said or did. Forget it, it's all in the past, there's no point in bringing it up again."

Many shared the same sentiment. Sighs rose and fell among the crowd. Like yawning, it seemed contagious; without realizing it, many people sighed.

Duanmu Yan stood next to Wang Sheng, frowning, and said, "Is it appropriate for the two of us to go over now?"

Wang Sheng thought for a moment, "It's not appropriate. However, if there are any who slip through the net, then... you know what to do!" (End of Chapter)