Chapter 64: Poisoning the Mongolian Arrow "Ying Jue, Elder Long and Young Master Long from the Xian tribe have arrived. The tribe leader wants you to go to the Cloud Cave to discuss matters." "understood." Zhao Wumian walked out of the ice room with Tian Yingjue's face on his face, and talked to Shi Qiu and others outside about Tian Xingchen's injuries. Just as he was about to find a chance to leave, he saw two tribesmen coming to deliver a message. Shi Qiu said: "Long Xichuan is also well-informed. It seems that he will take action again." Someone beside him said, "Last time we ambushed the grain route, this time it's their turn." Another person said, "And the time before that, they poisoned the water source, forcing the Ming army to change their formation, increase defenses, and replace the grain transport officer, giving us the opportunity to burn the grain. I don't know what method they will use this time..." "No matter what method is used, we must not let them have free time." "Yes!" Everyone was talking at once, eager to try it out. Zhao Wumian's heart moved. These two tribes were indeed used to attract attention.
The Northern Yuan Dynasty must have a backup plan, most likely it’s Suruge! Shi Qiu looked at Zhao Wumian and said, "Ying Jue, let's go." "You go first." Zhao Wumian said, "Lord Meng's information is very important. We must be on guard against the Jinyiwei who can disguise himself! I will go to Lord Meng to ask him clearly to see if he has any other information. Don't people in the Central Plains say that knowing yourself and the enemy will ensure victory in every battle? If we learn more, we can avoid making the same mistake as last time." "Yes." Shi Qiu's face was filled with relief: "Now that Xingchen is seriously injured, the future of our Luogui tribe depends on you. Then we will go first." "Ah." Zhao Wumian watched everyone leave, turned back to look at Bingshi, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and disappeared. Let me deal with Monk first, and then I'll come back to deal with you. With that guy watching outside, the arrival of the army will scare him away. We have to hurry! …… Monk leaned against a huge ginkgo tree, his sharp eyes scanning the area within a few miles, paying attention to any movement. To him, these two tribes were worthless, but they were related to his master's important affairs, so he had to do his best and pay attention to them to ensure that things went smoothly. As long as it’s past midnight tonight, it won’t matter whether these people are dead or alive. At this moment, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind hitting my body. I saw a line of fire burning from under the cave, and in an instant it burned under the tree. Monk took a closer look and found that it was not a line of fire, but something crawling in the grass. The green grass and leaves were quickly covered with frost when they encountered it, and then shattered. At the same time, the coldness around them became more and more intense! Monk was alert and took a closer look, and found that it was actually a silkworm. It is very small in size but very fast. It crawls like the wind and can fly several feet in the blink of an eye. It is extremely fast. "Catch the ice silkworm quickly!" "Don't let it get away!" Immediately afterwards, several Miao people rushed out of the cave, each of them was cautious, yet as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
They obviously didn't want to let the ice silkworm escape, but they didn't dare to get too close for fear of being frostbitten by its cold air. They used Qinggong to block it while anxiously shouting to the back: "Yingjue, come quickly!" A figure rushed out quickly, sweating profusely, and performed spells with quick and skillful movements. Enveloped by magical power. The ice silkworm trembled twice, retracted its coldness, and obediently crawled back into Tian Yingjue's hands. Tian Yingjue wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That was a close call!" The other Miao people were relieved: "Ying Jue, the thousand-year-old ice silkworm is our Luo Gui's most precious treasure, you must handle it with care!" "I know." Tian Yingjue smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what happened. I was healing my eldest brother when it suddenly went crazy and broke free from my spell and ran away. It's also my fault that I have low skills and am not familiar with controlling the Gu. Fortunately, I caught it this time. Let's go back quickly." Tian Yingjue turned around and left with everyone else. "Wait a minute." Monk jumped down from the tree, looking serious: "What's going on?" Ha ha. A hint of smile flashed across Tian Yingjue's eyes. He turned around, his expression changed, and he hid the ice silkworm behind him: "Lord Monk..." "Humph!" Monk watched his actions and sneered, "Knowing that you have an ice silkworm, if I wanted to steal it, I would have done it on the first day. What's going on! Hasn't your eldest brother already proved his identity? Why would your ice silkworm go crazy when it treats its own people?" Tian Yingjue breathed a sigh of relief and said to the others, "You go down first." "Yes." The other Miao people returned to the cave. Tian Yingjue said to Monk, "I'm not sure either, but there's something extra on my brother's body, and the ice silkworm's madness might be related to it." Monk immediately said: "What is that!" Tian Yingjue took out a black sachet and frowned, saying, "I don't remember having this thing on my brother..." "has a problem!" Meng Ke saw that Tian Yingjue did not show any abnormality in his hand. He was also very skilled in controlling Gu and the "Millennium Ice Silkworm", the heirloom treasure of the Luogui tribe, was also at his disposal. Without thinking too much, he took the sachet and asked, "Are you sure your elder brother didn't have this thing before?" "Maybe it's my sister-in-law's stuff?" Tian Yingjue was not too sure: "Anyway, I haven't seen it very often..." "So how did your brother react?" Monk carefully examined the sachet in his hand, frowning, "Did he move when you took it away?" The words fell.
He suddenly realized something was wrong. The hand holding the sachet felt numb and tingling. Looking down, I saw colorful poisonous spots starting to appear across my palm! ——【Five Poison Soul-Destroying Powder】! "After that, it's natural to show your face~" "Tian Yingjue" smiled slightly: "So I changed my face. Do you like my gift, Master Monk~" "Jin! Yi! Wei!" Monk gnashed his teeth, shocked and angry, and struck Zhao Wumian with his backhand. The wind from his palm was as sharp as a knife. With one strike, strong winds gathered from all directions, and the violent wind knife came towards his face! Zhao Wumian's face turned stern, knowing that this man was a master of the third realm. Even if he was poisoned, his moves could not be easily taken on. He hurriedly used the highest level of "The Great Shift of the Universe". With a flick of his sleeves, the true energy in the sleeves attracted and transferred the opponent's palm power, and eight wind blades slashed towards the forest on the left! The most crucial point in "The Great Shift of the Universe" is the word "rebound". The lowest level of application is to change the direction of the opponent's weapons, fists and feet, making the opponent suffer the consequences. A higher level is to transform the invisible and intangible internal energy. With Zhao Wumian's comprehension of "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth", he naturally learned all the wonderful methods, but the palm power of the third realm was too strong. He was only at the fifth level of the second realm. "Shifting" was naturally no problem, but it was difficult to bounce back, so he could only push sideways, push the qi and change the strength, and change the direction. Just as a small amount of force can move a large amount of pounds, it can move a large amount of pounds, but it cannot move tens of thousands of pounds. No matter how strong a praying mantis is, it cannot stop a large truck. Trying to pull it rashly will only result in it being crushed to death. Fortunately, Zhao Wumian has unparalleled supernatural powers and a strong constitution. After being stimulated by the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth", all his potential has been fully exerted. He has the courage of an overlord and is not an ordinary little mantis. With a casual wave of his hand, the wind blade chops towards the dense forest. Dozens of ancient trees fall down in an instant, and the earth shakes! Monk took the opportunity to retreat, displaying his superb body skills, like a gust of wind, and retreated into the dense forest behind him. At the same time, he bent his bow and drew his arrow, using the Mongolian archery skill "Seven Consecutive Arrows"! He had three arrows on his long bow. "Seven Consecutive Arrows" is the highest level of Mongolian archery, created by the archer "Zhebie" under Genghis Khan, and it is extremely powerful. It is said that Zhebie could shoot seven arrows in a row with one string sound. This was because his shooting speed was so fast that when he shot seven arrows in a row, people around him could only hear one sound! Monk could not shoot seven arrows in a row. He could only shoot three arrows in a row! Bow and arrow. Monk aimed at Zhao Wumian! "Humph!" Zhao Wumian watched his every move carefully, trying to learn from him openly, while at the same time performing "The Stunning Steps on Snow" with all his strength! Swish! As soon as you step on the ground, phantoms appear. This time he directly shot out thirteen clones, far more than the previous six, or even the nine that Hua Hanchun had. Just in terms of the comprehension of this technique, Zhao Wumian, who had only read it once, was already stronger than Hua Hanchun who had practiced it for decades! Dazzling! Monk practiced archery and had been training his eyes since he was young, so he had amazing eyesight. But when he saw so many clones at first glance, he couldn't tell who was who for a moment. The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. With a sound of the string, three feather arrows shot out. But he failed to hit Zhao Wumian's real body. The first arrow pierced through the fake body and hit the trunk of the ginkgo tree that had lived for thousands of years! The second arrow hit the tail of the first arrow, and the powerful force of the arrow destroyed the wooden shaft of the first arrow, and the steel arrow head pierced through the thick tree that six people could hug together! The third arrow destroyed the shaft of the second arrow, and shot into the cave with the first two arrows. Then the powerful force burst out, directly blowing up the entire secret door! The Miao people inside immediately became chaotic. Now that Monk was poisoned, he wanted to escape. Zhao Wumian was like a prey being chased, and would never let the duck in his mouth fly away. The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, quickly went away. When the Miao people from the cave rushed up, they saw only a mess, and there was no trace of Monk and "Tian Yingjue".
"problem occurs!" "Go and report to the clan leader!" The two tribes became lively. …… the other side. The eyes of the Prince Consort Mei Yin glowed with golden light. He looked at the golden dust scattered along the way and used his lightness skills to lead the way. Behind him followed Deng Yu, Zheng Yuchun, and Zheng Yuchun's four personal guards at the peak of the third realm. Behind them were Chen Xuanli, Bao Buyi and a hundred captains from the 100,000-man army. They used their lightness skills and rushed towards the Coffin Mountain at the fastest speed like lightning. The crowd was getting closer and closer to the mountain of coffins. suddenly. Deng Yu stopped and looked into the distance. In front of him, trees fell down, the ground shook, and dust rose up! Zheng Yuchun's eyes lit up: "Look, there are people fighting over there. Is that the direction they are pointing to?" Mei Yin looked at the gold powder on the ground and frowned, "No... these people who rescued Tian Xingchen must have been heading to their hiding place without stopping. If nothing goes wrong, it should be a straight line. That's not where the tribe is hiding. It's probably someone else fighting..." "This aura... is Zhao Wumian." Deng Yu simply said, "I'll go take a look, you guys continue along the route." "Yes!" The most urgent task now is to catch the two chiefs and subdue the two tribes. Mei Yin took action immediately and continued to chase along the marks. Zheng Yuchun took a deep look at that side. Deng Yu was right beside him, so he did not dare to act rashly. Bao Buyi opened his mouth to follow him, but Deng Yu had already disappeared. Chen Xuanli reminded: "This way!" He took the lead and followed Mei Yin. Chen Xuanli was serious and taciturn, with Zhao Wumian's mask still on his face. He acted in this way to follow the orders left by Zhao Wumian and continue to act no matter what happened. Bao Buyi saw it and said nothing. He quickly followed, only praying in his heart, hoping that Zhao Wumian was okay. Zhao Wumian was indeed fine. Monk was now in a dilemma. The more Zhao Wumian showed his ultimate Qinggong, the harder it was to kill him. He dared not lead him to where the reinforcements were. If he ran away and the news was passed to Deng Yu and the others, all the planning of the master for so many days would be in vain! If he missed this opportunity, the Ming army would be on guard, and it would be more difficult in the future! If he was not careful, not only would he die, but Yunnan would no longer have a chance to defend itself! Personal death is a small matter, but national safety is a big matter! Since we can't get reinforcements, we can only circle around and wait for death. [Five Poison Soul-Destroying Powder] is originally a deadly poison from the Five Poison Sect, ranked at the lower level of the Earth Rank, and is extremely toxic. Zhao Wumian discovered in the alchemy room of Marquis Lu Zhongheng's mansion that only half a bottle was used to poison and kill thirty-two horses, including Fanyunju, and nineteen dragon horses. Monk was very alert, and Zhao Wumian did not dare to let go too much. But even so, Monk did not have the antidote, and if he dragged on, he would surely die, and he would just be able to stay alive. What Zhao Wumian had to do was to save him while he still had a breath left, then search his soul and read his mind to find out the location of Su Rige and ruin what she was doing. "puff!"
Monk slapped out with his palm, but before the palm force could hit Zhao Wumian, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Now, he not only has colorful poison spots on his hands, but also on his body. These are all symptoms of the poison of [Five Poisons Soul-Destroying Powder]. Zhao Wumian struck casually, transferred the force again, chopped down a large tree, and followed behind him slowly. "mean!" Blood began to flow from Monk's eyes and he coughed up blood. He roared unwillingly: "Zhao! Wu! Mian! I'm going to kill you!" "You're quite courageous." Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Your body is already shaking, so stop talking harshly. I thought you were going to take me to your master's hiding place... But there's no point in delaying this. If you die, I'll search your soul. If you don't die, I'll read your mind. Let's not bother with this anymore, what do you think?" "puff!" Monk was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood. Zhao Wumian said leisurely, "You just used the 'Wind God Power', one of the six powers of the Mongolian royal family's secret weapon, the 'Eternal Heavenly Divine Art'. The Mongolian warriors with a promising future would not disdain to use means like the 'Sealing Spirit Gu'. In your eyes, it is probably not useful either. In fact, if there was no one else who threatened me, I would not have known that Su Rige had come to Yunnan and Guizhou. You should blame him if you want to." "you--" Monk's eyes widened in shock. "It is indeed her." Zhao Wumian smiled, his expression leisurely, like a cunning fox: "It seems that the poison has begun to attack the brain. Based on your previous performance, you shouldn't have such an obvious expression. Let me guess, where is she now? The prayer ceremony requires an altar, so it is best to build an altar on the mountain, just like the Seven Stars Terrace on Nanping Mountain where Zhuge Wuhou worshipped the wind... The range is about 20 miles... The art of war says to make a feint to the east and attack the west. You let these two tribes hide in the Coffin Mountain in the west, keep making trouble, and attract attention. In fact, the most likely thing is that they are hiding in a mountain on the east side, secretly praying to the sky, and performing the art of reaching the sky... Even if it is not on the east side, there are eight mountains in the east, south, and north within 20 miles of the camp. There is only one mountain that meets the requirements of being high and hidden, and that is the mountain in the east that is filled with miasma all year round - 'Longtou Mountain'..." "Die to me!!!" Monk vomited blood, stared with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and rushed towards Zhao Wumian like a mad beast! "It seems I guessed right again." Zhao Wumian said leisurely and flew backwards. Of course he would not fight him head-on. After all, he was in the third realm. It would not be worth it if he launched a dying counterattack. So I just used light skills to fish, never getting close, and never going far away. Poor Monk was also a well-known rising star in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Not only did he practice the royal secret martial art "Changshengtian Shengong", he also mastered the archery god's unique martial art "Seven Consecutive Arrows". He had a bright future. However, at this moment, he was completely powerless. He couldn't kill or escape. What made him most frustrated was that even though he tried every means to conceal it, he still guessed Qi Tian's location. Just one last night! Only one night left! "kill!" Monk rushed forward swiftly, but his blood and energy flowed backwards halfway and he spurted out another mouthful of black blood. The sturdy body hit the ground and fell to his knees. puff. The whole person fell forward, eyes wide open, and hit the ground.
Zhao Wumian was still watching from a distance, with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself: "Let's search his soul after he's dead. What if we go over now and it turns out to be fake? Anyway, we already know the approximate location." "..." There were footsteps behind me. Zhao Wumian turned around and saw that it was Deng Yu, with an intriguing expression on his face. Is this Zhao Wumian? Deng Yu looked at Monk who was about to be played to death, and he began to understand why the emperor valued him... (End of this chapter)