Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 18 Ambush from All Sides
Not only was the bunch of flowers blooming extremely beautifully, but when Fang Yunhan plucked one at random, even the roots of the flower were intact and deeply planted in the soil.
How this trick was done was really incomprehensible, but asking in person and getting to the bottom of it would be boring. In the end, Fang Yunhan simply gave the bag of braised meat to Mo Taichong and closed his eyes to rest.
In Fang Yunhan's previous life, since the Han Dynasty, it was strictly forbidden to privately kill oxen. At most, people could wait for them to die naturally and then taste them. But this world is very different. Calf meat can be sold openly, but it is a little more expensive.
After expressing his thanks, Mo Taichong ate his meat slowly and said no more words. The only sound on the hill was the sound of burning firewood and branches, and the flames gradually faded.
But in the early morning, when Fang Yunhan got up to leave, Mo Taichong also rode on a donkey and went the same way.
Because it was still dark, Fang Yunhan did not rush his horse. After walking for about half an hour, he looked back and saw that the donkey was still following him at a leisurely pace. He simply smiled and said, "Since we are on the same path, we are destined to be together. Why don't we get closer so that we can chat."
"That's great." Mo Taichong urged the donkey to walk a few steps quickly and said with a smile, "In fact, I have heard a lot of interesting things these days, and I just want someone to talk to."
Fang Yunhan tilted his head on his horse: "What's interesting?"
"This first one is related to the Beggars' Sect. You know the Beggars' Sect, right? It's the largest gang in the world."
Mo Taichong rubbed his hands . "I heard that the Beggars' Gang got a treasure map from somewhere, but was murdered by a mysterious person. The leader passed away. When the major martial arts sects came to pay their respects, the new leader said that he would present the treasure map to the court. Not long after, I heard that the Beggars' Gang found another person to take the treasure map on the road alone."
"Oh, what's the fun of this?" Fang Yunhan asked.
"By speaking openly about this matter in the funeral hall, the reputation of being righteous can just make all the major sects join the escort team. They also want to take this opportunity to lure out the mysterious man who is extremely threatening to the current martial arts world."
Mo Taichong clapped his hands and said, "There were at least thirty, if not forty, sects at the funeral hall that heard the news. But when they saw that the treasure protection team included Shaolin, Wudang, Five Mountains Sects, etc., they naturally gave up. The fun lies in this lone man on the journey."
Fang Yunhan added: "Those small and medium-sized sects don't dare to provoke the escort team, but they will not let this lone traveler go."
"Yes, I think this person must have many difficulties and ambushes on his way." Mo Taichong's eyes sparkled as he looked at Fang Yunhan and said the last sentence, "There is no chance of survival."
Fang Yunhan said calmly: "If you don't die, what will happen?"
Mo Taichong clapped his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "If this development can really happen, it will be much more interesting than I thought."
He thought about the scene back then and said, "If that happened, I'm sure it would be very popular and famous. There would be another legend in the martial arts world today."
Fang Yunhan chuckled and urged his horse to speed up.
Mo Taichong looked up at his back, urged the donkey to catch up, and shouted, "Hey, Brother Fang, can you tell me why you are so confident? Could it be that you are actually an old senior who has remained youthful?"
Fang Yunhan waved his whip and said, "How can revealing the answer all at once be more interesting than letting you guess on your own?"
"Hmph, I don't need to guess too much . Anyway, the city ahead is the territory of the Golden Sword Sect. They will definitely set an ambush to kill you inside or outside the city. I just need to wait and see."
Even though Mo Taichong urged the donkey to hurry, it couldn't catch up with the horse. He flicked the donkey's ear in anger and said, "I should have chosen a horse when I went down the mountain."
But he didn't think about it, it was also his own choice to imitate Zhang Guolao in the folk legend and ride a donkey leisurely and contentedly.
"Hahahaha, Mo Taichong, you can't catch up with this excitement."
A burst of wild laughter was heard, and Mo Taichong turned his head and saw a big man in brown tights riding a horse away, with a broadsword about as wide as a palm on his back.
"People from Songshan Sect." Mo Taichong touched the donkey's ear and thought to himself: There are probably more than just our two sects. Maybe there are more of them who have already been waiting in that city.
Although the Beggars' Sect has not been as powerful in recent years as it was during the Song Dynasty, and seems to be a mixed bag, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, several generations have tried to revive themselves, and after all, it still carries the title of the world's largest gang. Few other sects have emerged near the Junshan headquarters.
Just like a wild animal would mark out its own territory, the Beggars' Sect is at its most powerful within the 300-mile boundary around the Junshan Headquarters and even Yueyang City. It's fine for other sects to come and go occasionally, but if they really want to develop long-term here, it would be tantamount to competing for profit and provocation.
Even though the Beggars' Sect has lost most of its top leaders, it is still a formidable threat to small and medium-sized sects where the total number of disciples may not exceed 200, and they must not take any action lightly.
However, the city before them was already outside the invisible boundary. It was believed to be the preferred location for the ambush by the forces that coveted Fang Yunhan.
"Brother Fang, I hope you can hold on a little longer. Don't let me miss this excitement."
Mo Taichong took out a fresh vegetable from his shriveled sleeve, broke off a branch, hung the vegetable in front of the donkey's head with a rope, and walked forward humming a tune.
The dark blue city wall in the distance has revealed a clear outline in the gradually dispersing morning mist.
At this time, Fang Yunhan, who was riding a horse at full speed, had already opened up a distance of more than eight miles between him and Mo Taichong.
As we approached the city gate, the trees on both sides had become so sparse that they were almost invisible, but the weeds on the roadside were still growing lushly, some even growing to more than half a person's height.
Seeing that the man and the horse were only about a hundred steps away from the city gate, suddenly the dust on the ground flew up, and a hemp rope as thick as two fingers popped out from the soil, stretched straight, and crossed the road ahead.
At the critical moment, Fang Yunhan's hand shook, and a ball of biscuit crumbs exploded in the air. The hemp rope broke and bounced into the grass on both sides.
He actually used a piece of soft dough to break an oil-soaked hemp rope that was two fingers thick.
However, all this happened so quickly that the ambushers didn't see it clearly and thought Fang Yunhan was using a hidden weapon, a flying knife.
The lasso was ineffective, and four figures suddenly rushed out from the bushes on both sides.
Two of them jumped high, stabbing at Fang Yunhan with spears in their hands, while the other two rolled on the ground, holding a single knife in their hands, and slashed at the horse's legs from the left and right sides.
Fang Yunhan jumped up from his horse, spread his arms wide, and slapped them to both sides. The spears in the hands of the two burly men who jumped high broke and fell to the ground.
Fang Yunhan was in mid-air, grabbing a broken spear in his right hand and sweeping it downwards. The man rolling over from the right felt as if the blade of his sword had hit a piece of iron stone weighing thousands of pounds. His palms immediately cracked, and the sword was pierced by the broken spear.
The long knife circled around the tip of the spear, passed under the horse's belly, and the handle hit the man who was rolling on the left.
A scream.
A figure fell from the air, and the sound of horse hooves became heavier like drumbeats.
Four big men were lying on the road in a mess, and one of them was riding a horse, and they disappeared into a cloud of dust.
