The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 180 Little East Evil (asking for monthly ticket)
The next day, Xiangyang City, Guo Mansion.

"So not only has Xiangyang City not been breached, but the Mongolian army has also been repelled?"

"Even the Mongolian Khan Mongke was killed by Brother Mu under the protection of hundreds of thousands of troops?"

Guo Jing was so shocked by the news brought by Huang Rong and others that his voice even broke when he spoke the last few words.

His slightly pale face was filled with shock and disbelief.

I didn't expect that I just slept for a nap. Although it was a bit long, it shouldn't be enough to change the sky, right?
I supported myself on the bed with my hands and tried to sit up straighter.

Guo Jing first looked at Huang Rong, who smiled and nodded: "That's right, Brother Jing."

Then he looked at Hong Qigong next to him. Hong Qigong was amused by Guo Jing's dazed look: "Hahaha, it's rare to see this kind of expression on Jing'er's face. It's so funny."

Finally, he focused his attention on Mu Sheng. Mu Sheng shrugged and said, "It's not that simple! I was just lucky. I don't know what happened to Mengge. He just stood there stupidly and didn't run away. Otherwise, it wouldn't be that easy to kill him."

It would take at least a few more cups of tea, and the casualties of the Xiangyang defenders would be even greater.

"Moreover, the jade bee venom that had been accumulated in Jueqing Valley for many years was also consumed in this battle," Mu Sheng said with regret.

Guo Jing: Why do I feel like beating him up?

The 150,000-strong Mongolian army was defeated because of you, tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers were left outside the city of Xiangyang forever, and more than 10,000 elite Mongolian cavalry died directly at your hands.

Even the Mongolian Khan was killed by you in the army.

Wouldn't it be a pity to waste that little bit of jade bee venom if you leave it here now?
If Guo Jing had studied abroad in the 21st century, he would know that there is a word called Versailles, which can accurately describe the feeling that Mu Sheng gave him.

Unfortunately, he didn't, so after thinking for a long time, Guo Jing expressed this feeling:

"The Immortal Buddha in the World, it turns out that there are only wrong names in this world, but no wrong titles!"

"Hey, Jing'er, what you said is quite right. Condensing Qi into ice and taking things from a distance is a very effective method."

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "I originally thought that the title of Immortal Buddha in the World was referring to Master Mugu's extraordinary martial arts. Now it seems..."

Hong Qigong turned to look at Mu Sheng and asked seriously, "Master Mu, are you really a deity who has descended to earth?"

“Hahaha!” Mu Sheng smiled and waved his hands: “Senior Hong, you are joking. These are just some tricks.”

A trick?

Hong Qigong expressed his disbelief. What kind of magic trick could be used to hide more than a dozen such large ice balls on the body?

The ice hockey ball alone is about half the size of a person, right?
Fifteen!
Even a carriage can’t fit it all!

Guo Jing and Huang Rong didn't believe it either, but seeing that Mu Sheng didn't want to talk about this topic, they didn't ask any further questions.

Guo Jing asked the three people many more questions about the details of the battle, exclaiming from time to time.

Five days later, the 70,000 rebel troops led by Yang Guo finally arrived at Xiangyang City after seven days of forced march.

"Master!"

"Strong and powerful teeth! Master!"

After learning about the scene of Mu Sheng's extraordinary power on the battlefield outside Xiangyang City that day, Yang Guo kept exclaiming in surprise.

At the same time, I felt regretful that I couldn't see that scene with my own eyes.

"Alright, alright, stop looking so ignorant. As long as you practice the martial arts that your master taught you well, this day will come."

Mu Sheng stopped Yang Guo from yelling and casually drew a pie for him.

However, Yang Guo did not eat the cake right away. Instead, he asked in confusion:

"Master, there is a question I have wanted to ask for a long time. Why is there such a big difference between us even though we both practice the Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita?"

Yang Guo looked at Mu Sheng's well-proportioned figure, pinched his own muscles that were about to explode, and thought of Mu Sheng's exaggerated physical defense ability.

Yang Guo felt that he was a thick piece of pig iron, while Mu Sheng was a piece of steel that had been roasted in a fierce fire and tempered through thousands of hammerings.

"Ahem, this is a matter of personal constitution. Your uncle Guo's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is different from Senior Hong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Mu Sheng found a more reasonable excuse to get away with it. After all, he couldn't provide Yang Guo with a cheat.

"Let's talk business!" Mu Sheng shifted the topic to the current situation.

"Now the Mongolian army has been repelled. Although only 30,000 people were killed or wounded out of the 150,000-strong army, these 30,000 people were mostly the most elite cavalry, which was enough to inflict heavy damage to the Mongolians."

"Add to that the death of Mongke, and the Mongols will not have the energy to invade Xiangyang in the next one or two years."

"The rebels have just conquered Lin'an, and the newly acquired land and population still require a lot of manpower and resources to thoroughly sort out."

After Mu Sheng analyzed the situation of both parties, he looked at Yang Guo seriously.

"Under this circumstance, Guo'er, are you still planning to lead your troops to counterattack Mongolia?"

“Master!” Yang Guo’s expression also became serious.

"You also said that the loss of 30,000 people is only a serious injury to the Mongols. This loss is not enough to dispel the Mongols' intention to invade the south."

"Now that Mongke has died suddenly, before a new Khan is determined, the Mongols are like a pack of wolves without their leader. Although they still have their fangs and claws, they lack the cohesive force of unity."

"If I don't take this opportunity to inflict heavy casualties on the Mongols, I will regret it in the future!"

Judging from history and plot, Yang Guo's decision was undoubtedly correct.

After Mongke's death, Kublai Khan, who was more ambitious and talented, seized the throne of Khan and expanded the territory of the Mongol Empire to an unimaginable extent.

“In that case, then just go for it. I will always support you,” Mu Sheng patted Yang Guo on the shoulder.

"Remember to bring Xiao Hei with you. If you encounter any trouble that you can't solve, feel free to send me a message!"

"Thank you for your care, Master. I feel more confident now with your promise!" Yang Guo smiled instantly.

With the support of such an immortal Buddha, there is no need to worry about not being able to completely defeat the Mongols and regain the lost territory.

Three days later, Yang Guo led 70,000 well-reorganized rebel troops and headed northward towards the homeland of the Song Dynasty.

This was the first time in more than a hundred years since the founding of the Southern Song Dynasty that Han troops had set foot on this homeland again.

Three days later, an old man with a clean beard and a long robe and an elegant and beautiful young girl wearing a light green satin and leather jacket appeared in the Guo Mansion.

It turned out that Wu Xiuwen's rebellion that day led to the fall of the gate of Xiangyang City. Guo Jing was seriously injured. Huang Rong was worried and sent a letter to Peach Blossom Island to instruct on her funeral arrangements.

After receiving the suicide note from his daughter via carrier pigeon, Huang Yaoshi immediately rushed to Xiangyang with Guo Xiang, who was also worried.

That means the grandfather and grandson were already prepared for the city of Xiangyang to be occupied by the Mongols and for Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others to die in battle.

They had even planned along the way how to snatch the bodies of Guo Jing and others from the hands of the Mongols.

However, they found that not only was Xiangyang City not conquered, but the Mongols were even driven away by them.

In the backyard of the Guo Mansion, after Huang Yaoshi and Guo Xiang, the grandfather and grandson, learned what had happened on the battlefield that day, they exclaimed the same way Guo Jing did when he heard the news.

"Uncle Mu, are you really over 40 years old?" Guo Xiang blinked her big eyes and stared at Mu Sheng curiously.

"Forty-five." Mu Sheng nodded.

If you count the past lives, he should be a hundred now. Never mind, never mind. A man's age should be a secret. "But you look the same age as me. Uncle Mu Sheng, do you know some magic to keep your youth forever? That's why you have the title of Immortal Buddha?"

Guo Xiang was full of curiosity about Mu Sheng.

The rumors he had heard before, the traces he saw in the battlefield ruins outside Xiangyang City, and the respect and admiration that his parents, grandfather Huang Yaoshi, master Hong Qigong and others had for Mu Sheng.

All of this made Guo Xiang develop a strong desire to explore Mu Sheng.

"What do you think?" Mu Sheng asked back.

“I think it must be.”

"That's it."

"Uncle Mu, where is your big bird that can take people to the sky? Can I touch it?" Guo Xiang looked at Mu Sheng expectantly.

"Just touch it?"

"Hehe, it would be even better if I could sit for a while! Uncle Mu, will you satisfy me?"

"It depends on the situation."

"Ah, what are you looking at, Uncle Mu."

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Huang Rong, who was not far away, couldn't help feeling a little worried when she saw her daughter pestering Mu Sheng with questions and acting coquettishly.

My daughter is young and inexperienced, and is at the age where she is just beginning to fall in love.

During this period of time, I met Mu Sheng, a man with outstanding talent, superb martial arts skills, and a handsome, suave and romantic appearance.

It's hard not to be tempted.

Huang Rong asked herself that even if she met someone like Mu Sheng at this age, it would be hard to say what would happen.

If you meet someone too amazing when you are young, then everyone else you meet in your life will be compared to him.

But who in this world can be better than Mu Sheng?
Huang Rong couldn't help but start to worry about her daughter's future.

It's not that she doubts Mu Sheng's character
Ok,

She is a very skeptical person, after all, there are precedents.

Didn’t his cheap junior sister Cheng Ying and her cousin Lu Wushuang go to the Valley of Unrequited Love and never return, and were taken in by someone?
"If one day, Xiang'er will also..."

'Then how should I address Brother Mu? Brother Mu's good son-in-law?'

'And Junior Sister Cheng Ying, should I call her Junior Sister from now on? Or Junior Sister? Or niece? Or'

"Oh, and there's Guo'er. Doesn't that mean he will become a grandson from a nephew?"

puff~

Huang Rong thought about it and suddenly laughed out loud.

This inexplicable laughter also attracted the attention of several people in the hall. The hall suddenly became quiet for a moment. Everyone looked at Huang Rong, who was controlling her laughter, and continued chatting.

"Ok?"

While Mu Sheng continued chatting and joking with Guo Xiang, he kept an eye on Huang Rong's behavior. His extraordinary spiritual perception made him realize that Huang Rong's inexplicable smile was related to him.

"Wait, she doesn't think I can..."

Huang Rong's looks at himself and Guo Xiang from time to time made Mu Sheng react. He felt that his personality was insulted and he immediately began to complain in his heart.

Guo Xiang and I were just chatting, is there any need for you to be on guard against me like this?

Even if his mental age is always just 18 years old, he will not be so
Wait, how old was Zhu Wanfang at that time?

hiss~
Mu Sheng fell into deep thought. He didn't expect that he had lost his personality many years ago.

What is this? A disqualification?

"Uncle Mu, Uncle Mu, why are you suddenly silent?"

"Ah!" Mu Sheng came back to his senses: "What did you just say?"

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After confirming that his daughter, son-in-law and grandson were all safe, Huang Yaoshi stayed for more than a month and then returned to Peach Blossom Island alone.

As for Guo Xiang, she stayed in Xiangyang City and stuck to Mu Sheng every day until Mu Sheng took her to the sky for a flight, then she calmed down a little.

On the other side, Yang Guo led 70,000 insurgents and chased them all the way from Tangzhou, Junzhou, and Kaifeng Prefecture.

Over several months, he fought dozens of battles, large and small, and effectively killed the Mongolian forces. He did not stop until he reached Taiyuan, where he led his troops back.

On the way back, the rebel army did not return by the same route, but instead took a detour and returned to Xiangyang from Yan'an Prefecture, passing through Qingyang Prefecture, Fengxiang Prefecture, Jingzhao Prefecture and other places.

There was another round of clearing along the way. When they encountered a city that was difficult to capture, they would bypass it. When they encountered a soft persimmon that was easy to take advantage of, they would rush up and attack it fiercely, which really killed a lot of Mongolian manpower.

Jingzhao Prefecture, the rebel army camp, the commander-in-chief’s tent.

A skinny, one-armed man had his mouth gagged with someone's foot binding, his limbs were tied up, and he was forced to kneel on the ground by two soldiers.

The one-armed man looked at Yang Guo who was sitting on the throne with a ferocious face, and struggled continuously with a whimpering sound.

It doesn't look like it's a good thing.

After Yang Guo calmly dealt with the documents on the desk, he stood up and walked down, pinched the one-armed man's cheek and looked left and right.

"You're still full of energy? Not bad, I can bring it back as a gift to Uncle Guo."

Yang Guo nodded with satisfaction: "Pull it down!"

"promise!"

After a few bodyguards responded by singing their approval, they escorted the one-armed man, who was whimpering even louder, away.

A month later, a huge rebel army appeared outside the city of Xiangyang.

Of the 70,000 people who set out, less than 50,000 are left now. The loss is indeed heavy.

Of course, the Mongolian losses would be even greater.

Moreover, after more than half a year of fierce fighting, the already elite rebel army seemed like a newly forged sword that had been sharpened, exuding the aura of a strong and brave army.

In the backyard of the Guo Mansion, Mu Sheng was being pestered by Guo Xiang to play Gobang, and the stakes were the number of times he could ride the Divine Condor.

Guo Xiang, who had finally accumulated three qualifications, frowned even more tightly when she saw Mu Sheng's chess pieces forming a line again.

"Master! Master!" Yang Guo's loud voice came from a distance.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mu Sheng turned his head, Guo Xiang reached out and scattered the chess pieces on the board.

(End of this chapter)