Chapter 70

The current Mongolia is the Great Mongol Empire, and He Lin is the capital of the Mongol Empire.

If Gu Qing hadn't killed Kublai, more than ten years later, after Mongke was killed, Kublai would have led troops to fight for the Khan position, robbing and looting Mongolia, and after taking down He Lin, the capital, he would have renamed He Lin as the He Lin Pacification Commission.

He Lin was also marginalized.

Gu Qing's suggestion now for Qiu Chuji to burn He Lin was a bit too difficult for Qiu Chuji.

"If you can't do it, when my martial arts are successful, I will go!"

Gu Qing shouted the slogan: "The Quanzhen Sect must repay every grievance!"

Kublai did a good job of turning He Lin into the He Lin Pacification Commission. Since Gu Qing had replaced Kublai, he had to take on this responsibility.

"Shut up!"

Qiu Chuji was so angry that his face turned red and said, "There is no such creed in the Quanzhen Sect!"

Gu Qing's words directly pulled down the Daoist habits of the Quanzhen Sect, purely becoming a Jianghu sect, and a black-path one at that.

Huo Du on the side was trembling. The psychological shadow Gu Qing caused him was still there. Huo Du also knew very well that Gu Qing was indeed a person who would repay every grievance. Huo Du just offended Gu Qing a little bit, and he was tossed by Gu Qing until he couldn't ask for life or death.

It's just that it's still unlikely for Gu Qing to go to burn He Lin alone.

Zhao Lei had long heard of Qiu Chuji's great name. Today, seeing him in high spirits, with long beard fluttering, he really had the demeanor of a god. Hearing Gu Qing call Qiu Chuji Grandmaster, thinking that Gu Qing had killed thousands of Mongols and his martial arts were already extraordinary, this Qiu Chuji must be heaven-reaching. He was very respectful and immediately let the servants start preparing the banquet to receive everyone.

"Master Changchun..."

Zhao Lei took out the treasured fine wine and said, "This is the five jars of Xing Xiucai wine stored in the cellar at home. Originally, I wanted to offer it to the elders of Shaolin, but they each have precepts and didn't have this blessing. Today, Master Changchun is here, and this wine finally has an owner."

Qiu Chuji sat in the main seat and was surprised to hear about the Xing Xiucai wine.

Su Dongpo, the leader of the literary world in the Song Dynasty, once recorded the Xing Xiucai wine, saying that an old scholar sold wine, and no matter whether they were wise or foolish, everyone liked to drink his wine. One day, an official passed by there. He was on good terms with Xing Xiucai, and Xing Xiucai gave him ten jars of wine. On the way back, the official met robbers.

The robbers recognized the Xing Xiucai wine and immediately let the official go, and also told the official not to tell Xing Xiucai about this.

With the records of literary masters like Su Dongpo, the Xing Xiucai wine became famous throughout the world. Now that Master Dongpo had passed away for a long time, the Xing Xiucai wine had long become a swan song. At this time, Zhao Lei took out this wine, which could be said to be extremely precious.

Wu Santong heard the name of the wine and let Wu Dunru help him, and he also wanted to take a seat.

"I'll take two jars."

Gu Qing took action directly and said, "Grandmaster, you know, I have two beautiful wives."

Encountering such legendary wine, Gu Qing naturally wanted to take it back for Xiaolongnu and Cheng Ying to taste.

"Stop!"

Qiu Chuji shouted, "You should also think about your grandmasters."

Encountering such wine, Qiu Chuji also wanted to take it back for the Seven Quanzhen Masters to taste. He immediately separated the five jars of wine, gave one jar to Gu Qing, prepared to take one jar back, and drank the other three jars together here.

Gu Qing picked up a jar, put it aside first, and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly heard a delicate shout outside, and his face changed instantly. Everyone felt a flash before their eyes, the lights flickered, and when they looked at Gu Qing, he had already disappeared.

In the Zhao family courtyard, Li Mochou's figure was fluttering, and her whisk and palm momentum were swung out together. In mid-air, the one fighting Li Mochou was Cheng Ying. Her figure was spinning in mid-air, and her palm momentum was complicated and exquisite. In the air, it was Huang Yaoshi's Peach Blossom Falling Flower Palm, which was the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm in the old version.

This set of palm techniques had many fake moves and few real moves. When applied, it made people dazzled and overwhelmed.

Since following Gu Qing, Cheng Ying's knowledge had greatly increased, and her strength had greatly improved. At this time, applying this Peach Blossom Falling Flower Palm technique, there was reality in the fake and fake in the reality. Even though Li Mochou's martial arts were superb, she couldn't take her down for a while.

Being dragged by Cheng Ying like this, Li Mochou was naturally unwilling. The whisk flicked lightly, and the silver threads rolled back. With the sharpness of the whisk in her hand, she attacked Cheng Ying fiercely to break her defensive stance.

At this moment, the palm wind struck, condensed and swift, forcing Li Mochou to defend. Her body flipped back, and just as she landed, she saw Xiaolongnu standing beside her.

"Senior sister."

Xiaolongnu had just bathed, her hair was wet, and her body was fragrant. Seeing Li Mochou, she said unhappily, "Why do you want to harm sister Cheng Ying?"

Li Mochou looked at Xiaolongnu's skin, which was crystal clear, her eyebrows raised slightly. She walked to her side, rolled up her sleeves, and looked at Xiaolongnu's arms, which were clean and flawless. She shouted "as expected" in her heart. Seeing more and more people around, she suppressed her anger and asked in a low voice, "Have you already given your body to him?"

Tonight, Li Mochou followed Qiu Chuji and others to the Zhao family. Unknowingly, she saw Xiaolongnu and Cheng Ying calling each other sisters, and the two seemed to have the intention of serving one husband together, which made Li Mochou very angry. She knew that Xiaolongnu's martial arts were superb, so she targeted the time when Xiaolongnu was bathing to attack Cheng Ying.

She didn't expect Cheng Ying's martial arts to improve so much. Within a few moves, she didn't take her down, and she also attracted Gu Qing and others.

Xiaolongnu nodded when she heard this.

"You are muddled!"

Li Mochou held Xiaolongnu's hand, feeling a sense of shared hatred, glared at Gu Qing, and said, "The men in this world will all be fickle and love the new and loathe the old. This man, he got together with that stinky girl, which is already unfair to you. How could you..."

Li Mochou was so angry that her eyes went black, and she immediately thought of Lu Zhanyuan's various things to her.

Men always change their minds too fast.

According to common sense, Li Mochou would love to see this junior sister suffer, but Li Mochou couldn't stand the disciples of the Ancient Tomb being betrayed!

Usually, when Li Mochou walked, she would split a heartless man into two halves if she met one, let alone Gu Qing bullying the Ancient Tomb!

Li Mochou was speaking up for Xiaolongnu.

"He is willing to die for me."

Xiaolongnu looked at Gu Qing and said gently, "I also like sister Cheng Ying very much, and I want to take her to the Ancient Tomb to keep me company."

What kind of love view is this?

Li Mochou didn't understand, but she was shocked. She never thought that Xiaolongnu, who was raised in the environment of the Ancient Tomb, would have such thoughts, and said angrily, "You are simply muddled. A person's love is limited. If there is one more point for you, that girl will have one less. Over time, how can you not have trouble?"

In Li Mochou's view, Gu Qing was not a good match, but he had already deceived Xiaolongnu's body, which made her go crazy.

"What if Gu Qing's love is too much and I can't take it alone?"

Xiaolongnu, in a fleeting moment, was full of beauty and asked quietly.

How can love not be taken?

Li Mochou was about to speak, but saw that her little junior sister's innocent and pure face was a little flushed and crystal clear, feeling that something was wrong, and then she was so angry that her face was flushed.

I am a flower-like maiden, and you tell me this?

(End of chapter)