Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 505 True Intention
"Sure enough! Xiao Qianli is trying to shake our foundation!" Su Huanfei slapped the table heavily angrily, and the hard pear wood tabletop was instantly smashed to pieces.

Mo Junzhi glanced at Su Huanfei, and said slowly: "Little sister, don't be impatient, there are more than 400 tribes, could it be that he has to fight through the Chunyang Palace one by one? If so, it will be convenient for us to arrange."

Su Huanfei's anger rested for a while, and she said bitterly: "Although this is so, this person surnamed Xiao is so arrogant that he unscrupulously encroached on our missionary land at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. Since worshiping the fire and changing its name to Mingjiao, the holy fire has been continuously extended. Lighting a new holy flame will make us stronger. Now that he is acting recklessly, he is going to break our roots!"

"Mingjiao is flourishing, and it's not so easy to cut it off!"

Mo Junzhi was much calmer than Su Huanfei, shook his head, frowned, thought for a while, and said slowly: "In my opinion, this Master Chunyang seems to have other plans."

"What else is there for?" Su Huanfei raised her eyebrows and said holding back her anger, "Even if he didn't know anything before, he should know that we are here these days. If he wants revenge, he will go up the mountain to loot What's the point of using some means to embarrass our missionaries? This man is very angry, how can he look like a sect leader?"

Mo Junzhi couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "If he is petty, how can he break into such a big business? Well, don't be angry, let's go to the right envoy to beat the autumn wind and ask for a glass of water and wine, okay?"

Qingyanhu King is famous and important, Su Huanfei has always admired him very much, although she was still aggrieved, she nodded as she said.

The two came to Cyrus' room hand in hand, and saw that the right envoy frowned, looking at a huge map hanging on the wall with both hands, thinking about everything.

Seeing the two people visiting, Cyrus smiled and said, "The two kings of Ming have come to visit in person, and we are far away from welcoming you. Please forgive me!"

"Stop doing this!" Su Huanfei rolled his eyes at Cyrus, and sat down on the chair, "Where's the Persian mead you hid? Why don't you take it out and let us change it? You drink it all these days. Scattered spirits, tasteless in the mouth, very uncomfortable."

"The pain is yet to come..." Cyrus sighed softly, reached out to fetch a small jar of honey wine from the wooden shelf against the wall, Su Huanfei snatched it, and picked up the teacup on the table , poured himself a full glass.

However, Mo Junzhi's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Your envoy, what you said seems to mean something!"

"Brother Mo, come and see!" Although Cyrus' status in the religion is slightly higher than that of Mo Junzhi, at this time he is not condescending. He turns and points to the map of Tianshan Mountain on the wall, where more than 30 steel needles are nailed to the wall. , seems a little weird.

After taking a few glances, Mo Junzhi pondered and said, "These places are all tribes cleaned up by Master Chunyang?"

"That's right!" Cyrus pulled out a few steel needles. "At the beginning, his actions seemed chaotic, extremely random, and worthless. But after that..."

After six or seven steel needles were taken out, the remaining 20 steel needles remained on the map, surrounding the eastern foot of Tianshan Mountain, scattered and seemingly out of order.

Su Huanfei poured a glass for each of the two, while sipping slowly, she got up and looked over, looked at it for a long while, but couldn't figure it out, and asked curiously: "We lost these missionary places, it's just a drop in the bucket, What counts?"

Mo Junzhi looked stern, staring at the map for a while, and then slowly said: "It looks chaotic, but in fact, several key nodes are faintly stuck. If heavy troops are deployed here, the connection between the main altar and the mountain will be directly cut off."

Cyrus smiled bitterly and said, "King Mo Hu understands by analogy, and what he said is not bad at all. But he still ignores the key point!"

"What?" The two looked at him at the same time.

"My younger brother came to the Central Plains earlier, and took over the responsibility of foreign affairs for a short time. These places are stuck in the way of purchasing and sending supplies to the peak every month..."

As soon as this remark came out, the two of them were shocked at once, with expressions of horror on their faces.

"Tuoermu Peak is the main altar of the Ming Cult, and there are no less than a thousand congregants. Now the people of the Persian Fire Worship Altar are still moving eastward in a steady stream, and the daily supply of food and grass is not a small number. According to the previous arrangement, There are members of the Four Banners who are scattered all over the place, so that they can be purchased nearby, and they will be sent to Tuoermu Peak every month."

Cyrus' voice was unusually deep, and he said slowly, "After the Kunlun War, Pallas, the vice-banner of the Huangtian Banner, collected and sent a batch of grain, grass, wine, herbs, ironware, etc. in time. It is less than a month now. Wait until the next time When sending supplies, where did you go to the peak?"

Su Huanfei gritted her teeth and said: "What a vicious thought, if the right envoy doesn't see through it, after a few days, the supply of food and grass will be cut off, wouldn't these more than 1000 congregants be starved to death on Tuoermu Peak?"

Cyrus smiled wryly and shook his head: "We are all used to fighting and killing, how can we ever go hungry? No matter what kind of fierce battle we faced in Persia, when did we experience these twists and turns? Not to mention you, If I hadn't taken over foreign affairs before, I'm afraid I still can't figure out the other party's plan. This Xiao Qianli is so thoughtful that he actually thought of making a fuss about our food. This is a clever plan, but there is nothing he can do about it!"

Several people were concentrating on thinking carefully, and the more they thought about it, the more frightening they felt—with Chun Yang's ability as a teacher, they deliberately knocked out a few nails, no matter which way the supply cavalry took, they would be intercepted by him halfway, and the Qing Emperor would not come out. Who can resist this fierce god?Ten days and half a month is fine, but if the time drags on for too long, the Mingjiao General Forum will be in chaos!

Thinking of this, Su Huanfei suddenly lost the thought of drinking, and shouted impatiently: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and report to the saint and the leader!"

Cyrus shook his head and said, "It's useless. If we don't want a perfect solution, what can we do if we report to the leader and the saint? Do we need the leader to expel them himself?"

"Otherwise, what should we do?" Su Huanfei gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Even if he is the head teacher of Chunyang, no matter how high his martial arts are, there is only one person, and so many of us rushed forward..."

"Now that the Zuo Envoy is not in the mountain, if the three of us join forces to attack the leader, how confident are we that we will keep the leader?" Mo Junzhi said coldly, "Xiao Qianli is hardly inferior to the leader, even if he can stop him, It's not difficult for him to get away!"

Although these words were extremely blunt, Su Huanfei fell silent uncharacteristically, hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "Then what about the meeting between Yiyou Envoy and Tiger King?"

Cyrus pondered for a long time, twisting a thin steel needle with his fingertips, suddenly his heart moved, and he said with a smile: "Why don't you find another way?"

"Oh?" The eyes of the two kings of Ming turned around at the same time, and they saw that with a flick of Cyrus' finger, the steel needle was firmly nailed to the map, and the foothold was a blank place with no one there.

(End of this chapter)