Chapter 150

The Golden Wheel National Preceptor is a teacher of a nation; unless it is absolutely unavoidable, how could he bow his head? That is racking his brains, thinking of ways to escape.

Ma Guangzuo is slow-witted and unable to tell right from wrong; hearing the National Preceptor say 'kill to silence,' he takes it as true, and moreover, those fishing nets—though he is bold and sturdy—make his flesh tremble involuntarily.

The Golden Wheel National Preceptor's four wheels all emerged, yet he could not break free of the net; instead they produced a tinkling sound, and his face changed at once as he stared at Feng Yi with his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word.

Feng Yi smiled and said, 'Ma brother, you're different from that thief baldy; since you didn't lift a hand just now, I'll guarantee your safe exit from the valley.'

Boastful and shameless!

That clear, bright voice made the National Preceptor turn his head; several men and women entered the gate holding fishing nets, the leading woman with skin fairer than snow and a lovely appearance, staring at Feng Yi with considerable anger.

The newcomer was precisely Gongsun Lü E; seeing her treat him so unfriendly, Feng Yi muttered to himself.

Li Mochou's gaze flitted about, shifting between Feng Yi and the newcomer.

The National Preceptor smiled and asked, 'Which young lady is this?'

Lü E brushed the stray hairs from her temples and said, 'This is my home?'

'Sorry, sorry,' said the National Preceptor, giving a slight bow.

Gongsun Lü E raised her voice and said, 'Listen, fellow martial brothers and sisters: our Jueqing Valley has always kept to itself, yet people have come to our door to bully us. Feng Yi killed my father, still gives orders here, treats us as nothing, utterly arrogant; if we do not seize them today, how can we face our ancestors?'

Feng Yi saw that she had always been humble and gentle in speech, but now she seemed like a different person; he couldn't help thinking, 'Could it be that this girl takes after her father Gongsun Zhi and her mother Qiu Qianchi?' He said, 'Miss Gongsun, what are you doing?'

Gongsun Lü E raised her eyebrows sharply and retorted, 'What? You killed my father before, humiliated me after; even if the Gongsun clan is not the best, we cannot tolerate this!' A flush rose on her face.

Hearing these words and seeing her expression, the Jueqing Valley disciples were all shocked and angry; someone couldn't help thinking, 'Could it be that last night Feng Yi really gave the Miss to that guy?'

After all, Feng Yi had once declared that Gongsun Zhi should give Lü E to him as a concubine, and even before his death he entrusted her to him.

Li Mochou gave Feng Yi a glance, inwardly fuming: 'This kid is infatuated with beauty; who knows what he's done, making this girl come to settle scores with him!'

Fan Yiweng steadied himself and loudly said, 'Feng Yi, what exactly did you do to my junior sister!'

Feng Yi stared at Lü E, as if he had been slapped; his cheeks burned hot, a sense of guilt welled up, and he thought, 'I understand now—no wonder she's giving me trouble at any time; it must be that I was dishonest in my sleep, my hand touched her body; damn it, damn it!'

Gongsun Lü E glanced at him and then spoke loudly, 'Senior martial brother, I today have no face to live; please, everyone, lend me your strength to wipe out these outsiders in one net!'

'Yes!'

The Jueqing Valley disciples inside and outside the house responded in unison.

Lü E is kind-hearted and amiable, unlike Gongsun Zhi; the disciples all listen to her.

Inside the house there was a moment of silence; the National Preceptor gave a cold snort; Feng Yi remained silent for a while, then slowly said, 'Miss, if there is something, let us speak privately……'

Lü E's face turned red, and she shouted, 'Who told you that? Go tell it to the King of Hell in the underworld!'

Li Mochou gave a cold snort: 'Just because of you?'

'You are also a woman!' Lü E said coldly, 'Really, can't you tell right from wrong, aiding him in evil?'

Li Mochou's conviction grew stronger; she glared at Feng Yi and shouted, 'What exactly did you do to her!'

'I didn't do anything!' Feng Yi said, 'She wanted to kill herself last night; I didn't want her to die, so we just had a heart-to-heart talk!'

Gongsun Lü E gritted her teeth and said, 'Heart-to-heart? You are truly shameless!'

It turned out that Lü E had never drunk alcohol before; last night she drank heavily for the first time and got drunk.

During this period, Feng Yi had been entwined daily with Li Mochou; even though he was vigorous, doing that too much eventually harms the body, inevitably causing some fatigue; seeing Lü E's sleeping face and hearing her breath, he felt a peace he had never known, as if forgetting all disputes, and thus fell asleep involuntarily.

But the vast majority of men, when they sleep, if there is a woman beside them, will subconsciously hold her; their hands will also be restless, always going to grab the woman's protruding parts, even through clothing they will seek a path, which is quite amazing.

Of course, such an experience, for those who have not cohabited or married, is naturally hard to understand.

After Lü E got drunk, although her mind was not clear, her body still had a normal physiological response; after she sobered up, she found that her upper garment had been undone, not to mention, and Feng Yi's hand was still kneading there.

Such a sense of shame—how could an unmarried maiden accept it? That's why she flew into a rage at Feng Yi.

Saying that men without talent are like this, having talent yet being fickle, etc. —this is certainly because her father felt moved, and also another scolding of Feng Yi, having Li Mochou yet still provoking herself.

Having a wife like his father, provoking Rou'er makes no difference.

After returning to the room, hearing that Fan Yiweng followed Feng Yi's order to gather the disciples, she became even angrier and rushed over.

Feng Yi saw Lü E's furious aura; although he didn't know the details, he could guess. As soon as he woke up, he checked his clothing, saw nothing amiss, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But seeing Lü E's huge reaction, and recalling that her morning attire was disheveled, he realized it was because he slept dishonestly, his hand restless; although no sexual act occurred, in this strictly Confucian era, even a glance is an insult; how to deal with this?

If he hadn't killed Gongsun Zhi, what would marrying her be like?

But the person is already dead; what can be done about this?

Just as he was pondering, suddenly he heard Li Mochou give a sharp cry; looking up, he saw the National Preceptor leap up and lunge at Fan Yiweng.

The National Preceptor, in midair, his palm wind arrived first; the cups and bowls on the table clanged.

Everyone had already regarded the National Preceptor as a turtle in a jar; who would have thought he would strike first, and moreover direct his attack at Fan Yiweng!

Totally unreasonable!

This move was completely beyond everyone's expectation; Feng Yi silently cursed 'not good'; he had already guessed the National Preceptor's intention, and hurriedly leapt out, vanishing like light smoke.

The National Preceptor raised his large sleeve, a sound of breaking air; his four wheels all emerged, flying straight or slanting, both swift and fierce, forming a fan-shaped array, with Feng Yi entirely within its envelope.

Feng Yi's sword came out like wind, a clanging sound; he split one wheel, lifted another, his left palm deflected another; seeing the last wheel about to strike his chest, he struck it down with another palm.

However, the National Preceptor's four wheels all emerged, with tricky angles and heavy force; even with Feng Yi's ability, they were somewhat impeded.

The National Preceptor's movement was swift; he had already reached in front of Fan Yiweng, while Li Mochou, seeing the National Preceptor rush out, also immediately leapt forth.

Although the National Preceptor initiated early, Li Mochou came very fast; his right hand had not yet grabbed Fan Yiweng, and Li Mochou's blood blade had just barely sliced his back.

The National Preceptor knew this was a life-and-death moment; without turning his head, he swung his left sleeve; Li Mochou saw that one sleeve made a tiger-like wind, like a flood dragon leaping out to sea, and couldn't help silently praise 'good'; her blood blade trembled, its position swift and strange, with a 'hiss' sound, half of the National Preceptor's sleeve was cut off.

Yet there was a buzzing sound; it turned out the National Preceptor's sleeve concealed a palm; the large sleeve was cut, his palm met the blade squarely; Li Mochou's inner strength inferior to the National Preceptor's, her arm went numb, she gave a low cry 'Ah yo!' and leapt away.

Just now the National Preceptor saw Li Mochou make a move, knowing she was formidable; this move was only to force her back; his right hand was about to grab Fan Yiweng's left shoulder when he suddenly heard a 'ding' sound, and a strand of black silk swept toward him.

Fan Yiweng already had broken ribs, an injured body; moreover, upon entering the hall he had not allowed disciples to carry the fishing net formation, lest the National Preceptor and others be prepared. Now seeing the National Preceptor attack, he could not exert strength, so he just shook his head, using his beard to whip the National Preceptor.

This strike was utterly unexpected; if the attacker had strength comparable to Li Mochou or Ni Mo Xing and others, they would surely achieve merit.

Unfortunately the National Preceptor's internal energy is profound; at this moment he has even less time to entangle with him, not dodging or avoiding, using qi to protect his head and face, he still managed to seize Fan Yiweng.

But he did not seize him as a hostage; instead he threw him toward the window behind him.

Lü E shouted: "Pull in the net!"

The fishing nets densely spread outside the window fell down together.

Feng Yi had just knocked down the four wheels, thinking the National Master would use Fan Yiweng as a meat shield to clear a path, he performed a light "Slender Chest Skillful Cloud Turning", his whole body became as light as a falling leaf, landing before the window, grabbing Fan Yiweng, his sword held horizontally, also to prevent the National Master from following. Unexpectedly, the National Master threw Fan Yiweng out, not following in, but instead reached out with both hands, seized the two green-clad disciples beside Fan Yiweng, and shook his arms.

The over-100-catty person was as light as straw; one flew toward Li Mochou who kept lunging at him, the other flew toward the gate, crashing into Lü E and the others.

Li Mochou saw him using people as hidden weapons still coming, the attack fierce, she dared not ignore it, she waved her blood saber, about to chop it, but then thought killing valley disciples would cause resentment, she swiftly turned, left hand flicked out the horsetail whisk, hooked the disciple's foot, pulling him down.

At the same time, the National Master pushed off with both feet, his body like an arrow released from a bow, following the disciple thrown toward the gate, he lunged after him.

Even though Lü E had the fishing net formation protecting her side, seeing her own sect disciples charging into the net, several green-clad disciples hastily withdrew the net, and Lü E herself twisted her body, trying to dodge the National Master.

Unexpectedly, this move of hers had already been anticipated by the National Master; as she moved, he blew out two palms, one aimed at Feng Yi who was lunging in, the palm not yet arrived, the wind arrived first, its might overwhelming, the other palm struck toward Lü E.

Lü E felt her chest tighten, blood surging, she was both startled and afraid, waving both palms to protect her whole body, unexpectedly her shoulder ached, before she could turn, she heard a fierce shout: "Take this!"

Before her eyes a dark light flashed, but it was Feng Yi's sword now pointing at the National Master's face; unexpectedly he grabbed Lü E and shoved her out directly.

If Feng Yi did not withdraw his sword, Lü E would die first; Feng Yi without hesitation shook his sword, which turned into a supple silk-like thread, winding around Lü E's body to attack the National Master.

Who would have thought the National Master's left palm slammed with a bang, striking straight at Lü E's back,

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His palm power could split steles and crack stone, kill lions and fell tigers; Lü E immediately spat a mouthful of blood, her whole body lunging toward Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's shock was no small matter; he prided himself on being a foreseer, always having others fall into his traps, suffer his schemes, but now he suddenly realized: his fixed mindset was killing people!

He thought the National Master, having seized Lü E, would at most use her to threaten him; who knew he would directly go for the kill!

The National Master is an unparalleled civil and military talent of Mongolia, not only versed in worldly affairs but also ruthless and cruel.

From the moment Lü E appeared, it was clear their relationship was extraordinary, so he had already been plotting an escape plan.

If he directly seized Lü E, she had the fishing net formation protecting her, and Feng Yi watching from the side, making it impossible.

Therefore, when he acted against Fan Yiweng, if Feng Yi and the others ignored him, he would capture him and toss him toward the window.

Even if the fishing net formation were fierce, having a meat shield makes escape easy; if Feng Yi and Li Mochou try to stop him, he will use a person as a pawn to clear the way and straightly strike at Lü E.

If the Jueqing Gu disciples were truly emotionless machines caring nothing for others' lives, the National Master would have no chance to win; but they are human, they have feelings, and once they withdraw the net, an opportunity arises.

After the National Master finished his contemplation, this series of moves advanced like monkeys leaping among branches, retreated like snakes and dragons racing, rose like hawks and eagles soaring, fell like tigers pouncing; the changes were so swift the eye could not blink, the spirit could not keep up; friend and foe alike could not help but admire.

Feng Yi rushed over quickly; when he drew his sword to attack the National Master, he was within three feet of Lü E, and was also violently pushed by the National Master's mighty palm, as if he were a human cannonball.

This was again beyond Feng Yi's expectation, because he thought the National Master would use Lü E to threaten him; who knew he would be so vicious, that before he could dodge it was already too late, and he was immediately sprayed with blood on his face,

With a bang, Lü E slammed straight into his body, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and her whole body flew back over ten feet, collapsing limp on the ground.

"Clang!" Feng Yi's sword fell to the ground; although he was taken off guard, having cultivated his internal energy to such a degree, when struck by external force he would naturally counterattack; Lü E first took a blow from the National Master, then received Feng Yi's internal energy recoil, her chest and back bones all shattered, she died instantly.

Feng Yi's face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes stared at the National Master, filled with shocked anger and disbelief; he never imagined that in his view the National Master, whose combat ability was extremely poor, could possess such skill, nor did he expect that Lü E would ultimately fail to avoid being seized as a hostage, meeting her fragrant demise.

"Junior sister!"

Only then did Fan Yiweng and the Jueqing Gu disciples react, all crying out in alarm.

Blood surged in Feng Yi's cheeks, yet his inner self was hollow and empty.

He was struck by Lü E, who carried the National Master's palm power, while he was completely unprepared; his qi and blood surged, his upper body went numb, he hastily inhaled a breath, regulated his qi and blood, dispelling the strange sensation.

He raised his eyebrows: "Bald thief, today either you die or I do!" Like a swallow skimming the water, he glided low over the ground, his ape-like arms extended lightly, he seized his sword and lunged at the National Master.

Unfortunately, as the National Master pushed Lü E out, he planted his feet on the ground, emerging like a green dragon leaving the sea from the doorway.

He leveraged the force of that palm pushing Lü E, making his departure speed three-tenths faster than usual; at this moment the fishing net had been withdrawn, there was no time to set up formation, he walked out the door, equivalent to escaping with his life!

Even if Feng Yi's martial arts were supreme, chasing a fellow expert bent on fleeing for his life deep in the mountains and dense forests is utterly impossible!

And this place is not far from the Mongol army camp!

Yet Feng Yi still failed to stop him, and Li Mochou had no means either, her heart filled with shame and anger, truly unprecedented in her life.

Although her martial arts and internal strength were certainly inferior to the National Master's, she had experienced hundreds of battles great and small in her life, and had teamed up with Feng Yi, yet failed to detain the National Master; given her pride, she truly felt humiliated.

Suddenly a harsh shout rang out: "Stinking monk, you're truly despicable!"

The National Master, having escaped death, had not yet had time to rejoice when he felt a strong wind press down from above, his body already enveloped; before he could lift his head, he waved a hand, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique surged forth.

Zhou Botong originally stood by with folded arms, admiring the National Master's high martial skill and quick adaptability; but seeing the National Master ruthlessly strike down the young maiden Lü E, he could no longer restrain himself, leapt down fiercely, and grabbed toward the National Master.

His grasp covered an area of several zhang; aside from meeting force with force, there was nothing else to dismantle, but when the National Master raised his hand, Zhou Botong felt a huge force rush up, exclaiming: "What tyrannical palm power!" His white beard fluttered, he turned his left hand into a horizontal slanting punch, using the Empty Bright Fist to discharge the palm power.

Yet the National Master, borrowing force from that palm, had already shot out the doorway.

The National Master not only broke this fishing net formation, but also escaped while surrounded by three top experts; his heart swelled with pride, he threw back his head and laughed long.

Everyone knew that once he left the gate, even if Feng Yi, Zhou Botong, and Li Mochou joined forces in the mountains, they could never hope to capture him!

Who would have thought that before the National Master's laughter faded, suddenly a white shadow and a gray shadow appeared, like two great birds landing on his back.

The National Master had just felt a flicker of joy, about to catch his breath and turn to flee, when suddenly a sharp wind sounded, striking directly at the back of his head and back, several vital spots; he inwardly groaned in pain.

Because the National Master had just expended all his wisdom and martial strength in that move; at this moment all his techniques were spent, let alone blocking or dodging, he could not avoid.

Yet his martial arts were indeed formidable; at that moment he let out a fierce shout, exerting himself to inflate his great red kasaya into a large round ball.

"Puff puff" a few sounds, both individuals' techniques landed on the kasaya; although the National Master was uninjured, his movement was hindered for a moment.

As laughter rang out, Zhou Botong's figure flickered, already near the National Master, his fists weaving; the National Master could no longer resist, striking squarely at the National Master's chest "Qi Gate" point and the "Zhang Men" point below the ribs.

Although the force was gentle, the National Master felt a tightness in his chest, his vision blurred and ears rang, suddenly he heard a dragon's roar begin.

Everyone then saw a dark light flash, like lightning; the National Master's left arm and right leg both felt a chill, he immediately let out a miserable groan, fell to the ground, unable to rise.

It turned out Feng Yi had already rushed forward; in his anger and hatred, he unleashed a killing move, two sweeps of his sword severed the National Master's left arm and right leg from his body.

Zhou Botong, although angry at the National Master's cruelty, seeing Feng Yi strike, also mindful of his own status, hastily withdrew without waiting to speak.

Then someone laughed: "Brother Feng, this move of yours is perhaps overly vicious!"

The expert who could suddenly appear here was naturally Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv.

Feng Yi glanced at Yang Guo, said nothing, flew into the house, embraced Lü E, and entered the rear hall.

He also did not know where Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv had been the previous night, nor how they could have arrived so timely; now he had no mood to talk about these things. This time he truly realized he had been overly arrogant and conceited!

Of course, perhaps this is all fate!

No matter how high the National Preceptor's martial arts, his end ultimately fell upon Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv.

Because if Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv had not appeared suddenly, the National Preceptor would certainly have escaped successfully!

But they did appear!

It's just that miraculous, of course, and also the National Preceptor's sorrow.

(End of Chapter)