The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

Jiang Ning stepped over a corpse and left, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind him.

These are just low-ranking gang members, probably assigned to patrol here.

Jiang Ning walked all the way to the front mountain and saw tents standing in front of him, with bright lights and noisy voices inside.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning was a little surprised. He thought that most of these people were asleep at this late hour.

Jiang Ning carefully approached the base camp of these people, slipped in from a corner, and searched for the location of the Four Immortals of Taogu inside.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol as Jiang Ning saw many people drinking and laughing and making noise.

Jiang Ning changed his makeup at this time, walked in the dark with his hair loose, and no one could recognize his appearance.

Walking in this base camp, Jiang Ning discovered that although these people gathered together, they were clearly divided. Each area represented a force. The places he had just passed were areas where several gangs had taken root.

Suddenly they came to an area and Jiang Ning noticed a noise in front of them, and people were moving forward from time to time.

Jiang Ning moved a little closer and the voice from the other side came over.

"Island Master Sima used the Holy Envoy's token to recruit us to attack from the back mountain. At the beginning, everything was fine and success was guaranteed. But what happened? My brother went up and never came back. Dozens of people were ambushed and died there. Island Master Sima, how can you give us an explanation?"

An old voice was unusually loud in the dark night. Jiang Ning came to the front and found a group of people gathered in an open space. There was an old man standing on a high platform made up of more than a dozen tables, spitting and very excited. He was surrounded by a group of people, waving flags and cheering.

"That's right! Give us an explanation and return my brother's life!"

Several people were shouting at the old man. They were Sima Da's subordinates.

"Come down quickly. Who told you that they were all ambushed and killed?"

One person shouted angrily, "If they weren't dead, why hasn't anyone come down for so long? There's not a single movement up there?"

Others were also making loud noises.

"You are still quibbling. I have heard it before. The man you trust, Ji Wushi, is in league with the Huashan Sect. He and the Huashan Sect set up a trap to trick us into going up there and dying. This is what Sima Da said himself!"

After hearing this, the rest of the people became excited, and even some of the onlookers became emotional, looking at these gang members with scrutiny in their eyes.

Is this a mutiny?

Looking at this scene, Jiang Ning was a little surprised.

When he got a little closer and saw clearly the person who was leading the speech, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Mr. Mo Da?

I saw Mr. Mo Da holding his hands high, looking excited and his white hair flying.

"If they died on the front battlefield, I wouldn't say anything. After all, when my brother and I came to Huashan to avenge Saint Aunt, we were already prepared to die for her. But I will never allow them to be killed by the stupidity of our own people!"

Mr. Mo Da was in great sorrow, and his tone, though old, was sonorous and powerful.

"One incompetent general can tire out the entire army!"

"Thousands of us heroes have gathered here. We are all dragons that have crossed the river and tigers that have descended from the mountain. It is easy for us to deal with dozens of people in Huashan District. But until now, hundreds of us have died, but we are still stopped here. Why is this?"

"Just because there is an idiot leading us, and relying on flattery to the Holy Envoy, he is sending us to our deaths. Can we tolerate this?"

Mr. Mo Da's words resonated with others, and they all shouted angrily.

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

They had been holding a lot of anger in their stomach for a long time, and the fact that they couldn't win the fight at all made them furious. Especially when they heard that dozens of their masters had died for no reason because of Sima Da's stupidity, their dissatisfaction reached its peak.

Mr. Mo Da waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Sima Da deceived the Holy Envoy and was foolish and incompetent, causing us heavy casualties. We demand to see the Holy Envoy and have Sima Da executed!"

Everyone responded loudly.

"Seeking to see the Holy Envoy!"

"Seeking to see the Holy Envoy!"

"Justify Sima Da!"

Those gang members were trembling with fear at the anger of the crowd.

Jiang Ning, who was watching this scene outside, couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looking a little confused.

This was the second time he met Mr. Mo Da, but this time it broke his first impression of Mr. Mo Da.

To be honest, he was still thinking about where to find Mr. Mo Da, but he didn't expect to meet him in the most unlikely place.

He thought about it a lot, but he never expected that Mr. Mo Da had actually infiltrated the enemy.

Chapter 209: Yellow plum blossoms do not fall, green plum blossoms do

"We have to fight!"

"We must resist!"

"We don't want to be cannon fodder!"

Mr. Mo Da raised his right arm high and shouted loudly and powerfully.

The cold wind blew up his white hair, making his face look even more haggard.

The people in the audience also responded loudly.

As the noise here gets louder and louder, more and more people are coming here.

The newcomers didn't know what was going on. After they learned about the situation, their expressions changed and they joined the team that was denouncing the incident.

At this time, a group of people were rushing towards this side from the southeast.

"Lao Jia, what are you doing!"

Upon hearing about the mutiny, Sima Da rushed over here in a hurry. As soon as he arrived, he saw Mr. Mo Da inciting others to mutiny.

"What am I doing? Master Sima, aren't you going to give me an explanation? My brother and so many martial arts masters followed your call and raided from the back mountain. Now they have gone and never come back. They all died there. How are you going to give us an explanation?"

Mr. Mo Da looked excited.

Sima Da was shocked and furious: "What explanation do you want? Victory and defeat are common in the military. It is normal for people to die when we attack Huashan. Don't make trouble here!"

"Am I being unreasonable?"

Mr. Mo Da retorted without any hesitation.

"Life and death are determined by fate. I understand that. We all came all the way here knowing that some people would die, but it cannot be caused by the commander's stupidity!"

"That's right!"

Someone immediately echoed Mr. Mo Da, angrily saying, "We are willing to sacrifice our lives to avenge the Saint Lady, just out of passion, but you, a son of a bitch, are using our lives to fill the void. So many people have died and we can't even fight back, so you can only let us attack by force. You can't come up with any solution, what use are you?"

What this person said was exactly what the others were thinking. They had been accumulating a lot of resentment for a long time, and when this resentment was provoked, it exploded.

The crowd was in an uproar, and Mr. Mo Da even took out a huqin from somewhere and started playing it while sobbing.

"Oh, heartless heaven, why do you treat us, who are kind and compassionate, so well? My brother, you left so early and so unclearly. How can I live like this? It is true that the yellow plum blossoms may not fall, but the green plum blossoms may fall. The old man must send off the black man."

Mr. Mo Da's voice was full of emotion, and the music he played was gentle and sad, which made people cry when listening to it.

This is even sung!

Sima Da was shocked and angry.

"Go and pull that old man down for me!"

Immediately, several gang members climbed onto the platform to capture Mr. Mo Da.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo Da ran around, shouting as he ran.

"Kill to silence them! Kill to silence them! Sima Da is going to kill to silence them!"

The others became furious upon seeing this and immediately rushed forward, turning the scene into chaos.

Jiang Ning in the distance opened his eyes wide and stared in a daze.

It is difficult for him to evaluate this picture.

The filter of Mr. Mo Da as a master in his mind was shattered.

At this time, in another direction, several people were watching all this coldly with sneers on their faces.

"It seems that they are just a mob."

One person spoke.

Another person crossed his arms and sneered, "Saint Lady actually accepted these scumbags as her subordinates, and even regarded herself as a member of the Divine Religion. Thousands of people can't take down a mere Huashan Sect. This really tarnishes the reputation of our Divine Religion."

"Although there are many of these people, they are just people who are just farting and adding to the atmosphere. They can only wave flags and shout slogans and be used as cannon fodder."

One person sneered: "I thought it would make a big noise, but it's nothing. I think the chief steward is worrying too much and even sent us here to monitor."

"After all, he was young and hot-tempered, and lost his composure, revealing his strength prematurely."

Several people were chatting and laughing as they watched the absurd scene in front of them not far away.

At this time, the center was in chaos and noisy, attracting more and more people.

Mr. Mo Da had disappeared from the stage. Jiang Ning saw him slip out from another corner of the crowd and walk in one direction.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning followed.

After causing such a big commotion, Mr. Mo Da left without a trace, hiding his achievements and fame, and came to a place not far away, where a young man was waiting for him.

"Let's go."

At this time, Mr. Mo Da seemed to have returned to his original appearance and spoke lightly.

The young man looked stunned.

"how?"

Mr. Moda glanced at him.

"Master, you..."

The young man hesitated to speak.

Mr. Mo Da seemed to understand what he wanted to say.

"There are many fights and conquests in the martial arts world. If everything involves swords and guns, where would so many lives be spared? Fighting strength is inferior, fighting skills are superior. Being able to stir up unrest among them without bloodshed is better than any swords, guns, sticks or clubs."