One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 96 95: Battle

Lan Shaoxun, the Prince of Zhennan, looked at the plaque scattered on the steps. It was passed down from his ancestors. It had the words "Zhennan Palace" on it. It had the effect of exorcising evil spirits wherever it was hung. He had looked up at it countless times when he was a child. This was a plaque that made him proud.

It is not only because of the rhythmic writing on it, but also because it was written by Emperor Xiaojing, the fourth emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Before this, there was no Zhennan Palace. It was because the ancestor of the Lan family supported Emperor Xiaojing in his successful bid for the throne in the capital that he was named the Zhennan Prince.

At this moment, he felt that the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion was stained with mud and tainted by his hands.

But when he looked at Ma Sanhu standing in front of him and felt the suppressed anger in the entire Zhennan Pass, he felt that he had to consider it carefully.

"There is no way Guangyuan Prefecture will let Meng Yanhu surrender." Lan Shaoxun said.

Ma Sanhu said calmly, "Didn't he say that he killed someone in a rage? Then let the disciples of Tiandu Mountain fight him again. If he wins again, Tiandu Mountain will have nothing to say."

"There are so many disciples in Tiandu Mountain, and there will always be some with outstanding talents." Lan Shaoxun said. What he meant was that with so many people in Tiandu Mountain, if you pick someone out from them, there will always be someone better than Meng Yanhu.

"There is no need to select people from Tiandu Mountain. We can let Zhao Fuyun, the teacher of Guangyuan Prefecture and the head of Daozi Academy, fight. If Tiandu Mountain loses, we will take our people away and never set foot in Guangyuan Prefecture again. Everything will be as if nothing happened. And if Meng Yanhu loses, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

Ma Sanhu's question made Lan Shaoxun fall into deep thought, because Tiandu Mountain's actions after losing had already been made known, which meant that the bet had already been placed, so his bet must be equal, but he felt that Tiandu Mountain was waiting for his bet.

However, looking at the dark sky outside the door, the darkness that suppressed the entire Zhennan Pass, he knew he had to make a decision.

But he didn't know what kind of ability Zhao Fuyun had that made Ma Sanhu so confident, but it was certain that he was not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

However, if he does not agree with this person, and the other party comes to find him in the mountains, can Meng Yanhu win?

He couldn't be sure, so he could only assume this person.

He then said slowly: "If Meng Yanhu loses, the Zhennan Palace will no longer care about what Dushan wants to do in Guangyuan Prefecture that day, as long as it does not violate the laws of Guangyuan Prefecture."

"Okay, let's make it a deal. How about three days later?" Ma Sanhu said.

"Three days later, the battle will be decided on the southern city wall of Guangyuan Prefecture." King Zhennan Lan Shaoxun added.

Ma Sanhu did not say anything specific, and the address of the subsequent duel was obviously to be revealed by Lan Shaoxun.

Neither of them asked if they could borrow treasure or anything like that.

There are many examples of monks borrowing magic weapons to fight each other, but it is not an easy task to use the borrowed magic weapons properly.

After Ma Sanhu left, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed and the sky became bright again.

……

The news Zhao Fuyun received was brought back by Lu Yang and Qi Ruizhi. They did not return to the mountains. They were intercepted by people from the Inspection Office on the way and were detained for a day. Then they were ordered by Ma Sanhu to take the letter back to Daoziyuan of Guangyuan Prefecture.

Everyone had been setting up the formation here for two days. After knowing that Shanli had replied to the letter, they all gathered in Binghuo Hall. Zhao Fuyun looked at the letter for a long time without saying a word.

No one knew what the letter said, but looking at Zhao Fuyun's expression, no one could tell.

Finally, he placed the letter on the table and said, "Go and help me find out what magic spells Meng Yanhu knows and what magic tools he uses."

After saying that, he stood up and left, and the piece of letter was left there.

Everyone rushed over to take a look, and saw that it was written on the letter paper.

"On the 30th of this month, at the hour of You, on the south city wall of Guangyuan Prefecture, Meng Yanhu will be killed." Apart from these, there were no more words.

He knew that it was Meng Yanhu who killed Zhou Chun, but he didn't know what kind of deal Shanli had reached with Guangyuan Prefecture. But Shanli wanted him to kill Meng Yanhu, so he'd better do it, because if he couldn't, he believed he would not survive, because Meng Yanhu would not let him live.

After the lower house disciples read the contents of the letter, one of them said, "Everyone should go and find out what magic skills Meng Yanhu practices and what magic tools and treasures he uses. No matter what method you use, you must find out."

After saying that, everyone immediately dispersed outside to inquire about the news.

When Meng Yanhu heard the news that he was going to duel with Zhao Fuyun, he became furious and smashed everything in the room to the floor.

The outside of the house was lined with people, from the housekeeper to beautiful women, from the dignified to the delicate and cute, and no one dared to say a word.

Only after the cursing in the room stopped did a woman slowly push the door open and walk in.

Meng Yanhu had not expected that he would end up with such a result even though he had reached a tacit understanding with the prefect Lan Wentai. Lan Wentai had told him that everything would be decided for him by the Zhennan Palace, but in the end, he received a letter asking him to fight Zhao Fuyun.

How could he not be angry?

He felt like he had become the donkey that had been unloaded from the millstone, the exploratory stone that had been thrown out but could not be taken back.

"The Meng family has lived in Guangyuan for generations, and they are loyal to the Zhennan Palace. They serve as swordsmen and cavalrymen, but they got such a result. How can the Lan family lead other noble families!"

At this time, a woman came in and said, "This is the Yuanci Locking Body Ring sent by the prince. You should quickly practice it while there is still time. Here is the key to the practice. Take a good look at it."

Meng Yanhu was overjoyed. Although he did not recognize this woman, he was sure that she was from the Zhennan Palace. He looked at the black bracelet, which was shining brightly, and immediately said with great joy: "I knew that the palace would never abandon me."

As he spoke, he quickly grabbed the black bracelet and played with it in his palm.

The woman didn't pay attention to his change of expression, but said, "Zhao Fuyun didn't spend a long time in building his foundation, only more than four years. He mainly practiced fire magic, and it is said that one of his magic tools is a lamp."

"He is also good at the art of illusion and formation."

"Illusion and formation techniques are not good at direct killing. What you have to be careful of is his fire technique."

Meng Yanhu said confidently: "How many magics can a person who has only been building his foundation for four years learn? What can he do to resist my sword? Please tell the prince that the Meng family will never let the master down."

The woman smiled and said, "Very good. The Meng family has always been the vanguard of the Guangyuan Prefecture's Red Flame Army."

"Your Highness is waiting for your good news." The woman said, then turned and left.

Meng Yanhu's smile faded. He looked at the woman's receding back, stroking the Yuan magnetic body lock ring in his hand.

It was not as easy as he said, because he knew that the foundation-building cultivators of Tiandu Mountain would not be so easy to defeat.

But he also knew that he had to defeat him.

He was confident about this. After all, the other party had only been building his foundation for more than four years, and his worry came from the name of Tiandu Mountain.

The disciples of Tiandu Mountain seem to have a halo around them.

"Husband, isn't Zhou Chun also a disciple of Tiandu Mountain? You cut off his head with just one sword. So what if he is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain?" A woman who had been silent in the room spoke up.

"Yes, Zhou Chun was also a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, and he was killed by me with one sword. Why should I be afraid?" He said so, and his expression gradually became confident.

(End of this chapter)