The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

However, the piece that Mr. Mo played at this moment was one that Liu Qin had never heard before.

Unlike the usual sorrow and lament, the piece played by Mr. Mo Da, in addition to its inherent sadness, also carries an indescribable meaning, like the relief of an old man who has weathered decades of storms and now looks back on the past.

"When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood..."

Mr. Mo's face was calm, his eyes were glazed over as if he were reminiscing, and he was reciting lyrics that Liu Qin had never heard before.

The others in the tent remained silent, as if their emotions were stirred by Master Mo's music.

They didn't know Mr. Mo's true identity, but they thought the melody and lyrics were very good.

After an unknown amount of time, the music that had been echoing in the tent finally stopped, and everyone came to their senses.

Mr. Mo had put down his erhu and looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

"Please excuse my poor appearance."

Upon hearing this, the crowd, unusually, remained silent, as if their emotions were still caught up in the previous music.

"Old Jia, listening to your song, it seems like you have a story to tell."

One of them spoke, his tone tinged with laughter.

This man is Chief Shi of the Jiujiang White Dragon Gang.

Mr. Mo chuckled and said, "Those were just fleeting clouds in the past."

"Bai Yutang, Jin Zuoma, Lao Jia, judging from the words you use, you used to be from a wealthy family. How come you look so poor now?"

Another person spoke up and asked.

They heard the poem they had just heard sound like a monologue about someone's entire life.

Mr. Mo smiled again: "When I was young, my family fell into decline, and I wasted my life, living a mediocre life for decades. The past prosperity is now just smoke and clouds, so let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it."

One of them burst into laughter.

"Old Jia used to be from a wealthy family, no wonder his name sounds so delicate."

The others also burst into laughter.

Mr. Mo laughed as well, not minding their teasing at all.

Liu Qin stared blankly at Mr. Mo Da in the center.

"When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood..."

Liu Qin murmured these words to herself.

The others thought Mr. Mo's name sounded pretentious, but only he knew that Mr. Mo was an imposter who had infiltrated their group, so his name was obviously fake.

But now, after listening to Mr. Mo's piece, he no longer knows whether Mr. Mo's real name or the fabricated name and identity he made up is true or false.

"Old Jia, this piece of music you've composed is quite nice, does it have a name?"

A scholar-like man raised a question.

Mr. Mo thought for a moment, his gaze suddenly drifting into a daze. After a while, he shook his head and smiled.

"A casual work, anonymous."

Mr. Mo's acting skills are really that good?

Jiang Ning, who was watching from outside, was taken aback.

If he hadn't known that Master Mo was the leader of the Hengshan Sect, he would have believed it to be true.

He had only met Mr. Mo once, but now he understood why Mr. Mo was able to thrive in the enemy camp; his acting skills were truly impressive.

"Old Jia, where did you find this apprentice? He seems a bit shy."

At this moment, a burly man looked at Liu Qin, who was sitting silently on the edge.

Mr. Mo chuckled and said, "His father is a good friend of mine."

"And what about his father?"

The man asked again.

Mr. Mo snorted upon hearing this.

“His father was a scoundrel who was seduced by a vixen, leaving him all alone. I took pity on him and let him come with me. Now he can learn a trade from me so he won’t starve to death in the future.”

Liu Qin remained silent upon hearing this.

The man nodded and said, "His father is indeed a scoundrel."

"By the way, Lao Jia, the Holy Envoy has asked you to lead everyone in attacking the Huashan Sect. It's been almost half a month, and we haven't made a single move. Won't the Holy Envoy be angry?"

One of them looked worried.

Since their mutiny and replacement of Sima Da, Master Mo Da has used some means and sweet words to obtain command from the Four Immortals of Peach Valley, but he has not taken any further action, leaving them to besiege the mountain for more than ten days. They are worried that the Four Immortals of Peach Valley will blame them.

Mr. Mo chuckled upon hearing this.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of anything."

Chapter 225 Eat it all

“But we came here to avenge the Holy Maiden, but it has been so long and there has been no result, and so many people have died. I am afraid that the Holy Maiden will blame us if she finds out.”

The person who spoke earlier was still somewhat worried.

He wasn't the only one with this idea; everyone else shared it.

Mr. Mo said upon seeing this.

"The continuous torrential rain these past few days is a matter of timing."

"The enemy is on the mountain, while we are at the foot of the mountain. Mount Hua is the most dangerous mountain in the world, and the road to the top is too narrow. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. This is the advantage of the terrain."

"Currently, two of the top ten masters of the righteous path are on the mountain, and Ning Yanwang is also guarding the mountain. The masters on the other side are far beyond our reach. We lack masters who can fight against Yue Buqun, Tianmen Daoren and Ning Yanwang. This is the human element."

"The other side has the advantage of timing, location, and popular support. It's not that we don't want to fight, but we simply lack the strength to do so."

"As you all know, the last time Sima Daqiang attacked Mount Hua, it was useless except for leaving hundreds of corpses. We cannot follow his old path again."

Hearing Mr. Mo's analysis, everyone agreed that it made sense.

Upon hearing this, Chief Shi frowned and said, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Mr. Mo laughed and said, "There is only one way to deal with this now, and that is to wait."

"wait?"

The others were puzzled.

Mr. Mo explained, "The other side has the advantage of timing, location, and popular support, but we also have an advantage that they don't have, which is that we have more people."

"We can't attack the mountain, and the enemy can't come down from it. As long as we firmly surround Mount Hua, it won't be long before the enemy is in a food shortage. At that time, we can win without fighting."

"No."

Chief Shi was the first to shake his head.

"Although the enemy can't come down, we can't hold out for that long. And don't forget that the Huashan Sect is a major righteous sect. If we besiege Huashan like this, we don't know whether the Holy Envoy will blame us or not. We don't even know how the other major righteous sects will react. If we wait too long, and they come to support the Huashan Sect, we will be attacked from both sides and no one will be able to escape."

"good."

Mr. Mo did not refute, but nodded and said, "But this is all we can do. With our manpower, we simply cannot fight our way up. I have already reported this to the Holy Envoy."

Hearing his words, everyone was relieved, but some still couldn't help but worry.

"But what if we just stay at the foot of the mountain and do nothing? What if the Holy Envoy blames us? Why don't we feign an attack a few times to show that we haven't been negligent?"

There's no need for that.

Mr. Mo shook his head: "That's meaningless and will only increase the casualties among our brothers. There's no need to use your lives to fill such a meaningless pit."

"There is no need for you to worry. No matter what the final outcome is, we have done our best. If the Holy Envoy blames us, I will take full responsibility."

Upon hearing Mr. Mo's words, everyone couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"I have nothing more to say, Lao Jia, you're a true friend."

Mr. Mo smiled upon seeing this.

Hearing the conversation inside, Jiang Ning's gaze turned strange.

After the people in the inner tents finished drinking and dispersed, Mr. Mo led Liu Qin out and headed towards the tent that the people had arranged for them.

"Master Mo."

Once they reached a secluded spot, Jiang Ning made his appearance.

"It's you?"

Mr. Mo was very surprised to see Jiang Ning again.

What are you doing here?

Jiang Ning laughed and said, "I heard from those people that all these people from different schools of thought are being directed by a man surnamed Jia. I wondered if it was Uncle Mo, so I came here specifically to find him. I didn't expect it to be true."

Mr. Mo frowned and looked around, then said, "This is not the place to talk. Follow me."

After saying that, he led Liu Qin ahead, with Jiang Ning following closely behind.

Upon arriving at a pitch-black forest, Mr. Mo finally stopped.

"How did your attempts to contact other sects go?"

Jiang Ning said, "We have already contacted about six hundred people, who are all not far from here."

Jiang Ning was unaware of the Emei Sect's plans and did not disclose their situation for the time being.

"Didn't you see anyone from the Songshan Sect, Wudang, or Shaolin?"

"Mr. Mo asked."

Jiang Ning shook his head: "No."

Mr. Mo frowned upon hearing this, but said nothing. He then asked, "What are your plans now that you've contacted these people?"

Jiang Ning pondered for a moment, but did not answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Uncle Mo, what is the specific situation among these people? How many experts are there? What kind of equipment do they have, such as bows and arrows?"