Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 368: The messenger from Prince Jin’s Mansion must accomplish his mission!

The messengers from the Prince of Jin's Palace were entrusted with an important mission and set out on a journey carrying Zhu Gang's handwritten letter and precious gifts.

The rainstorm came suddenly, pouring down like the Milky Way in the sky bursting its dam.

The strong wind roared like a vicious beast, and the raindrops as big as beans fell madly like burning meteorites.

The messengers were instantly soaked, their clothes clinging to their bodies, heavy and cold, like shackles.

In a panic, they found a dilapidated mountain temple to take shelter temporarily. The temple was decayed and damp.

The spider web in the corner was trembling, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Looking at the letters and gifts soaked by the rain, the messengers felt a tightness in their hearts and were shrouded in worry.

The young messenger Lin Yu frowned tightly.

The anxiety in his eyes burned like fire, but was surrounded by endless worries.

Lin Yu was seen wiping the water stains on the letter gently with trembling hands.

He murmured to himself: “The task is arduous, like climbing a cliff.

We must not disappoint His Highness and must deliver the letter and gifts safely to each sect."

Another messenger, Zhang Feng, held the package tightly, as if he wanted to embed it into his body.

He looked at the rain with empty eyes, thinking about his loved ones, hoping to complete the task as soon as possible and reunite with his family.

On the way, the messengers encountered a group of vicious bandits.

The bandits were like wolves blocking the road, their eyes so greedy that they wanted to eat the messenger alive.

The bandit leader swung a large ring knife and slashed at Lin Yu fiercely. The knife light flashed across the night sky like lightning, posing a deadly threat.

Lin Yu dodged to the side, as agile as a cat.

Then he drew out his sword, the blade was cold and bright like the cold moonlight.

Swords and knives collided with each other, and sparks exploded like stars.

Other bandits came in like a tide, some holding sticks that made a whirring sound, and some wielding daggers that flashed coldly.

The messengers were not afraid at all and stood firm as steel.

An experienced messenger shouted: "Don't panic, form a circle and defend with your back to back!"

Upon hearing this, the messengers from Prince Jin's Palace acted quickly, like a solid city wall.

At this time, Lin Yu's swordsmanship was sharp, and the sound of the wind was cut through when the sword was drawn.

It seemed to tear apart the chaotic world and accurately stab the bandit leader's vital points.

The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, and sweat and rain water mixed together and flowed.

I couldn't tell whether the clothes were wet with sweat or rain.

Zhang Feng wielded his sword with great force, his momentum like splitting mountains and splitting rocks. He cooperated with Lin Yu to force back the bandits who attempted to besiege him.

He shouted to cheer himself up, and the sound echoed like a war drum.

After a fierce battle, the messengers repelled the bandits with their wisdom and courage.

They slumped on the ground exhausted, breathing heavily like old bellows.

The blood from the wounds kept flowing, mixing with the rain and dyeing the land red.

The messengers from the Prince of Jin's Palace continued to move forward, with vigilance in their hearts like a sword hanging high.

Lin Yu let out a long sigh, as if a huge stone had been moved away.

His body was shaking slightly and his heart was beating as fast as a drum.

Although Lin Yu's nervousness eased a little, he was still frightened.

Zhang Feng was filled with a sense of accomplishment and became more determined to complete the task.

He looked into the distance, his eyes as firm as the dawn.

In this way, the messengers from Prince Jin's Palace crossed mountains and rivers, experienced untold hardships, and finally reached the territories of various sects.

In this process, the attendants of the Prince of Jin's mansion also played their roles. The attendant Wang Chengyi carefully sorted out the supplies and intelligence, his eyes like a scanner, not missing any tiny corner.

All he had in mind was providing the best protection for the messengers.

Li Hancai assisted Zhang Changshi in formulating a joint strategy, and he was still thinking about it until late at night.

The tip of the pen seems to be extending thoughts, and the worry is like a heavy burden.

Different sects have different attitudes.

Yue Feng, the leader of Qingfeng Sect, is tall and has a fluttering green robe.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through the secrets of the world.

He is usually very serious and intimidating, like a mountain.

At this moment, Yue Feng was stroking his long beard, reading the letter from Prince Jin's Mansion in deep thought.

The elders in the sect were arguing fiercely at this time.

An elder stood up excitedly and said loudly: "Forming an alliance with the Jin Palace means putting our sect at the center of public attention and becoming the target of everyone's attack!"

His voice echoed like thunder and his expression was distorted like a crumpled scroll.

Another elder retorted: "If we don't form an alliance and rely solely on ourselves, how can we resist the invasion of the mysterious Jianghu forces?"

As he spoke, he folded his hands across his chest, his eyes like a torch lighting up the darkness.

Yue Feng listened quietly to the argument of the crowd, feeling conflicted, as if there were thousands of threads entangled in his heart.

He was well aware of the threat posed by the mysterious Jianghu forces, but was also worried that an alliance with Prince Jin's Mansion would cause his sect to lose its autonomy.

Yue Feng paced back and forth in the room, and the wooden floor under his feet made a creaking sound, which seemed like the cry of his inner struggle.

Finally, after careful consideration, he decided to send someone to the Prince of Jin's Mansion to inquire about the situation before making a decision.

There is also a Mingyue Sect, whose leader Liu Yunyao is a graceful woman.

She was wearing a white long dress and had a cool temperament, just like a fairy in Guanghan Palace.

There was also endless debate within the Mingyue Sect.

The young disciples advocated forming an alliance to jointly fight against the mysterious Jianghu forces. They believed this was a good opportunity to seek a way out for their sect.

A young disciple said anxiously: "Master, we can't hesitate any longer, this is a great opportunity for us to rise!"

His face turned red with excitement, like a ripe apple.

However, some old-school elders insisted on remaining neutral and not getting involved in disputes.

An elder said calmly: "Don't be impulsive. The world is dangerous and we can't take risks easily."

The elder stroked his beard, his eyes filled with caution, as if he was looking into the abyss.

Liu Yunyao looked at the quarreling people and frowned slightly, her brows like two small hills next to each other.

She was in a very difficult situation as she didn't want the sect to split, but she also didn't want to miss this opportunity to protect the sect.

Liu Yunyao's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, which seemed to be the melody of her inner struggle.

Thanks to the efforts of the messengers, some martial arts sects began to seriously consider the proposal of the Prince of Jin's Mansion.

Those sects also realized that the existence of mysterious Jianghu forces posed a threat to their own safety.

In fact, this mysterious underworld force is actually controlled by a mysterious man named Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi had a stern face, and his eyes were filled with endless ambition and coldness, as if they were ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

He was once a very talented disciple in the martial arts world, but was expelled from the sect due to misunderstanding by his master, and his heart was filled with resentment ever since.

So Xiao Yi secretly gathered a group of people who were equally dissatisfied.

He attempted to subvert the entire underworld order and establish his own hegemony.

However, among the mysterious Jianghu forces, there was a Jiangnan woman named Su Yao.

Although she had a beautiful face, there was a hint of sadness and confusion in her eyes, as if she was a lamb lost in the fog.

(End of this chapter)