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Mu Nianci sighed deeply, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Hey hey hey."
Huang Rong smiled like a little fox. Having traveled all the way from the Southern Song Dynasty to Mongolia, she had long guessed Mu Nianci's intentions and also guessed that Mu Nianci's visit to her future mother-in-law was a fabricated excuse.
Seeing her in a difficult situation, the naturally clever and mischievous Huang Rong was overjoyed.
In terms of their relationship, Huang Rong and Mu Nianci got along well and were already very good friends, but Huang Rong still felt uncomfortable when she thought that Mu Nianci was trying to get close to Chu Yang.
"How about this, Miss Mu? We'll take you to find Guo Jing's mother first, and then we'll set off again. What do you say?"
As the saying goes, "If you're going to help someone, help them all the way to the West." Chu Yang couldn't bring himself to abandon such a young girl after taking her all the way to Mongolia.
We've already come all the way to the foot of Mount Ling, so what's one more tremor?
Mu Nianci wanted to muster the courage to be honest with Chu Yang, but once she met Chu Yang's eyes, she inexplicably lost her spirit and could only listlessly say thank you, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Chu."
Guo Jing was both the sworn brother of Temujin's son Tolui and the husband of his daughter Huazheng, so Li Ping's residence was quite special, being close to Temujin's royal tent.
Wearing Central Plains attire, Chu Yang found it difficult to obtain information about the location of Temujin's tent from the herdsmen, so he had to resort to illusion magic to confuse them.
To prepare for the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Chu Yang learned some Mongolian beforehand, so communication wasn't a big problem.
After encountering several groups of herdsmen and obtaining Temujin's location, the carriage never stopped again.
A night of speeding.
The following morning, Mu Nianci took the reins from Chu Yang and sat down to drive the carriage without saying a word.
"Miss Mu doesn't seem very happy?"
"It's nothing, I'm just a little nervous."
Looking at her somewhat pale profile, Chu Yang thought for a moment and said, "You don't like this marriage?"
Mu Nianci's expression was stiff. She wanted to nod, but she didn't know whether she should or not.
It seems there is no place for her between Chu Yang and Huang Rong.
"If you don't like it, you can actually say so. Uncle Yang is a bit stubborn, but he's not the kind of person who does things his own way."
Chu Yang thought that Mu Nianci, like in the original story, had fallen in love with Yang Kang and had to make the trip to Mongolia because of her filial piety.
To be honest, Guo Jing is much more reliable than Yang Kang. If Chu Yang were Yang Tiexin, he would be more willing to see Mu Nianci and Guo Jing together.
The premise is that Mu Nianci likes it.
Love cannot be forced; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many lovesick men and women in the world.
"If...if I really don't like this marriage, what do you think we should do, Brother Chu?"
After a long while, Mu Nianci asked slowly in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.
"It's your freedom to like whomever you want; it's none of anyone else's business. You can decide however you want."
At this point, Chu Yang paused slightly, "However, I think Guo Jing is a better match than Yang Kang. Even if you don't like Guo Jing, it's best not to choose Yang Kang."
Mu Nianci looked completely bewildered, not understanding what Chu Yang meant at all.
What does this have to do with Yang Kang?
Suddenly, Huang Rong's cough came from inside the carriage, interrupting their conversation.
Mu Nianci quickly sat up straight, her cheeks slightly flushed. She felt inexplicably sorry for Huang Rong and dared not say another word for the rest of the journey.
With the help of magic, the carriage traveled across the grassland as if it were flat ground, and arrived near Temujin's royal tent in a day and a night.
The three of them got off the carriage and found that a banquet was being held there, seemingly to entertain important guests.
"Xiao Chu, they're all dancing! I want to dance with them too."
"Forget it, or people might mistake you for a spy."
"It can't be that bad. I'm just a girl. What kind of spy would be like me?"
"Stop fooling around, hurry up and find out where Guo Jing's mother is."
While the two were arguing, they led Mu Nianci to find Li Ping's yurt. The surrounding area was full of Mongolians singing and dancing, most of whom were completely drunk.
Chu Yang caught several drunk Mongolians and used illusion magic to get them to reveal Li Ping's location.
However, just as they were about to go over, Chu Yang suddenly heard some Mongolians discussing Tantric Buddhism. After carefully investigating with his Observation Haki, he realized that the main characters of this banquet were actually Tantric Buddhism.
"What a coincidence! I thought it would take a long time to find it..."
Chu Yang was overjoyed and turned to Huang Rong, saying, "You take Miss Mu to find someone first, and I'll come find you later."
After saying that, he disappeared right before their eyes.
Huang Rong and Mu Nianci looked at each other, still unable to adapt to Chu Yang's "immortal methods".
Upon arriving at the center of the royal court, Chu Yang used his Observation Haki to quickly locate Temujin's yurt and heard him talking to a Tantric monk.
Chu Yang strolled over leisurely, and wherever he went, the soldiers were enveloped in illusions, standing still like puppets.
Lifting the curtain, Chu Yang saw Temujin sitting upright at the top, flanked by lamas dressed in crimson robes.
Temujin also saw Chu Yang dressed in Central Plains attire, paused for a moment, and immediately shouted, "Who comes here?"
Chu Yang ignored him, snapped his fingers, and then Temujin and the lamas stared blankly.
Chu Yang approached the Tantric lama and questioned him about the cultivation techniques of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.
at the same time.
Huang Rong and Mu Nianci stood in front of Li Ping's yurt, and Mu Nianci gritted her teeth and hesitated to go in.
Upon seeing this, Huang Rong's lips curled into a wicked smile that vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold expression.
"Honestly, Sister Mu, do you like Xiao Chu?!"
Mu Nianci, who was already at a loss, was startled when Huang Rong exposed her secret, and she instinctively cried out.
"You're so nervous, you must like Xiao Chu. Sister Mu, stop pretending!" Huang Rong said irritably.
"Rong'er... Miss Huang, don't talk nonsense, I didn't, I didn't."
Mu Nianci's tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and she couldn't speak clearly. Her face was flushed red, and she felt ashamed as if she had been caught cheating by the wife.
Huang Rong wanted to continue attacking Mu Nianci's psychological defenses when a woman's voice suddenly came from inside the yurt.
"Who's out there?"
Li Ping's voice was a little excited; she hadn't heard anyone speak Mandarin in a long time.
Hearing Li Ping calling, Mu Nianci's face turned pale. Could it be that she was really going to be asked to go in and acknowledge her mother-in-law?
"Sister Mu, if you don't admit it, I'm going to take you inside to find your future mother-in-law!"
Huang Rong snorted coldly and threatened.
"Rong'er, I was wrong. I do indeed like Brother Chu..."
Mu Nianci's eyes reddened, and she began to cry softly in distress.
Just then, Li Ping lifted the curtain and saw two stunningly beautiful young girls standing at the door. She was immediately taken aback. "Who are you?"
Huang Rong smiled sweetly, "Aunt Li, your daughter has come to see you!"
On the other side, Chu Yang was using illusion magic to extract the cultivation mantra of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill from the lama.
A strange fluctuation suddenly emanated from the air, abruptly interrupting his illusion, leaving Chu Yang bewildered.
The youngest of the lamas, dressed in a bright red robe, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chu Yang in fluent Mandarin, asking, "Your methods are extraordinary, but perhaps a little unscrupulous."
Chu Yang looked at him curiously, "How did you break the spell?"
"How could I, a Buddhist practitioner, not see through such a mere illusion?" The young Tantric monk smiled and suddenly began chanting Buddhist mantras, the immense and righteous power instantly resonating throughout the yurt.
Chu Yang's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "I thought it was a martial arts story, but the style has suddenly become fantastical. I wonder what level this cultivator is at?"
The young monk formed a mudra with one hand, a ball of Buddha light emanated from behind his head, and he pressed his hand forward, a swastika symbol shooting out from his palm, which expanded in the wind.
Chu Yang channeled his inner energy and unleashed several Vajra Palm techniques in succession. The giant handprint collided with the swastika and was instantly annihilated.
The two are worlds apart.
"Ordinary martial arts can't compare to my esoteric Buddhist techniques!"
"Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Why don't you repent immediately?!"
The young monk had an indifferent expression and exuded an aura of majesty, giving one the illusion that the Buddha himself had descended to earth.
The enormous swastika was about to press down on Chu Yang.
A dazzling bolt of lightning shot into the sky, shattering the golden swastika.
The young monk's pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from Chu Yang.
Looking at him again, the scholar before him had undergone a terrifying change.
A golden haori draped over his body, and lightning coiled around him like ribbons. His eyes, especially those with constantly rotating tomoe, were something no ordinary person could possess.
The monk stared at Chu Yang in disbelief. He had originally thought that the other party was just a martial arts master who had cultivated some kind of demonic art, but he never expected him to be such an inhuman being.
"evildoer!"
The young monk cried out in horror.