The Beacon of Kyushu

A moment later, Yuwen Yanyi rode his horse to the North Mountain.

Before he dismounted to check, he could clearly see that there were many horse hoof prints on the ground, extending from the mountain to the distance. Yuwen Yanyi saw that the horse hoof prints were indeed extending to the northwest, obviously heading towards Linhuang Prefecture, and he was very convinced. He rode his horse to the hoof prints, dismounted, leaned over and measured the largest hoof print on the ground with his hand, frowned and said, "No, no..."

Yuwen Yanyi stood up and laughed coldly, "Xiao Tallin is tall and strong, and the hoof prints he left behind must be deeper than this. It seems that they are deliberately setting up a trap to lure me up the mountain and then capture and kill me in one fell swoop. Your strategy is not bad, but it's a pity that the enemy you want to deal with is me, Yuwen Yanyi!"

He was about to mount his horse and leave to find another opportunity, but he ran into the group of merchants in the tavern. At this time, most of these merchants were a little drunk, some pushing carts, some carrying loads, and heading north. Yuwen Yanyi was very sharp-eared and heard a few of the merchants whispering, "You heard that your Majesty's nephew Yelu Juncai has left Linhuang Prefecture and will go to Wanghai Hall to learn art in a few days!"

"Yelü Juncai? But he is the son of Yelü Zhimo?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Strange! Yelu Zhimei loved poetry and literature all his life and never used a sword. Why would he send his son to Wanghai Hall to learn martial arts?"

"What's the big deal? What parent doesn't want their son to be successful? Just like me, I have never learned to read in my life, but I still managed to send my son to a private school. You are just too young, and you are surprised by what you have never seen before!"

"Yelü Juncai..." Yuwen Yanyi repeated softly, and a strong murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if two cold steel knives were terrifying. Then, he jumped on his horse and galloped towards Linhuang Prefecture.

Early the next morning, when it was light, Yuwen Yanyi rode his horse through Songzhou.

Songzhou was a small city, and Yuwen Yanyi wanted to pass through the city, but he was surprised to see the people in the city pouring into the streets early in the morning and gathering in the same direction. He looked at the crowd that seemed like a tide, reined in his horse, and said in surprise, "Strange, what happened in the city that attracted all the people in the city to come and see? I might as well go and see. If the other party is a friend, he can help me accomplish great things. If the other party is an enemy, I should kill him with a sword to prevent future troubles!" Yuwen Yanyi thought, turned over and got off the horse, and led the BMW to the gathering place of the crowd.

The city was small and crowded, Yuwen Yanyi squeezed for a long time and finally got to the front of the crowd. He thought that something big must have happened where the crowd was gathered, but he was a little disappointed when he saw it. The crowd subconsciously formed a circle around the city, leaving an empty space that was neither big nor small. In the middle of the space, a young man wearing a straight robe and a Taoist hat was standing. He looked to be no more than 20 years old, and was dressed in a way that was neither Taoist nor secular. He stood in the middle of the space and bowed, "My dear young and old gentlemen, those who have money can show their support with money, and those who don't have money can show their support with their presence. It's not easy for me to learn the art for more than ten years. If there is any failure, I hope you can bear with me."

As the young man spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth and a ball of flames suddenly spurted out of his mouth. The flames were blazing, and the audience standing in the front felt a wave of heat rushing towards them. Many people were frightened and hurriedly retreated, but even as they retreated, their faces were full of excitement, and they couldn't even clap their hands together. The flames gradually died down, and a very sharp steel knife with a cold glow slowly emerged from the flames.

The young man, braving the raging flames that had not yet completely subsided, reached out to catch the steel knife hanging in the air, and slashed it across his neck. Every spectator who could see clearly was terrified. Even a general or hero like Yuwen Yanyi, who was used to licking blood on the blade, could not help but feel a little palpitation when he saw this scene.

Instantly, the steel knife slashed the young man's neck with a cold light, and a cavity of blood spurted out immediately. Along with the blood, the young man's head and body were separated, but his body did not fall down, and his head was also floating steadily in the air. What was even more strange was that his head was still winking and laughing in the air. After a while, the young man raised his hands, put his head back on the cavity, and said with a smile, "Close!" As he spoke, his head actually grew back on his body, and there was not even a white spot on his neck. Seeing this, the people were all horrified and surprised, and at the same time, they had endless curiosity and interest in their hearts. For a while, there were sobs, applause, and the sound of throwing money mixed together, which was very lively.

The young man saw that there was still a spectator who hadn't paid, so he was not in a hurry at all. He smiled and said, "Haha, I just played a little joke on you. Are you scared? It's okay. I'll plant some grapes for you to calm you down."

Songzhou is located near Zhongjing, and only the nobility could occasionally eat grapes at banquets. Ordinary people, let alone eat them, have never even seen them in their entire lives. When they heard that the young man was going to plant grapes in public, they became more interested and stared at the scene with wide eyes, afraid of missing the most exciting details in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that everyone in front of him stretched their necks and stared, waiting for him to plant grapes, the young man smiled calmly and spread his hands flat to indicate that he had nothing in his hands. Then, he muttered something and grabbed a few times in the air with his hands. Soon, more than a dozen grape seeds appeared in his palms. He bent down and put the grape seeds on the ground, then pointed to the blood on the ground and said, "Father's sperm and mother's blood should not be discarded lightly. Don't turn it into rain and dew to help the people!"

As he spoke, the blood on the ground quickly gathered together, turning into a blood line that soared into the sky. Then, the blood turned into a sweet rain, dripping on the grape seeds. The grape seeds were moistened by the rain, and with the help of the little soil between the bricks and stones on the ground, they took root and sprouted in an instant. In a short while, the weak grape seedlings thrived under the cultivation of rain and soil, and turned into vines full of grapes, standing in the air without the need for a rack as support, refusing to fall down.

The young man picked a bunch of the best-growing grapes, handed it to a spectator in front of him, and said, "Come, my dear, taste these grapes and see if they are sweet."

The audience was completely shocked by the young man. He reached out to take the grapes and put the largest one into his mouth. "Ouch!" The man felt that the grapes in his mouth were extremely sour and astringent. He couldn't help but sigh and subconsciously wanted to return the grapes. The young man smiled and shook his head. He lightly touched the grapes with his fingers and said, "The grapes just now were sour and astringent. Now you try it again."

The man followed his instructions and tried to take another grape and put it in his mouth. He felt that the grape was indeed much sweeter than before. He nodded and said, "Yes, it's sweet! It's sweet! If you don't believe me, take it and try it." He handed the grape to a middle-aged woman beside him. The middle-aged woman didn't dare to take another grape confidently. She put it in her mouth carefully. She felt that the grape was sour and sweet, very delicious, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Seeing this, many people took the grapes one by one and tasted them one by one. After tasting them, no one did not applaud.

Some people were frightened by the head-and-body trick just now, and they came to their senses after eating grapes, and threw money into the field. The young man saw that most people gave money, except for the young man in purple standing in front of him, and he couldn't help but laugh and said: "My guest, you look like a living god of wealth, why don't you throw a penny to me? Is it because my tricks are too superficial and not worthy of your attention?" Everyone looked over when they heard this, wanting to see what this stingy man looked like.

Yuwen Yanyi saw that everyone was looking at him, and he felt unhappy. He couldn't help but reveal a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. Whether on the battlefield or in the martial arts world, Yuwen Yanyi had killed countless people. Even if it was just a hint of murderous intent, it scared the people around and the young people in the field. Many viewers had just witnessed the young man talking and laughing calmly after his head and body were separated, but under Yuwen Yanyi's fleeting gaze, they all felt a piercing chill in their hearts.

The young man knew that the young man in purple in front of him was no ordinary person. With him here today, he was afraid that business would be difficult to continue. He could only bow to everyone in apology and said, "Everyone, I have something to do at home today, so I can't continue the performance. I'm really sorry. Everyone, please go away first. If anyone wants to watch, we will meet here tomorrow morning."

The people were watching with great interest, but the young man suddenly stopped performing, and they were all a little dissatisfied. But none of them wanted to offend Yuwen Yanyi, a demon god, just to watch a trick, so they had to disperse. The young man waited until all the audience had left, then smiled and clasped his fists towards Yuwen Yanyi, saying, "This... Mr. guest, I have visited the local port and have a criminal record in the government. I wonder what brings you here?"

Yuwen Yanyi looked around vigilantly, and seeing no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "A strange man climbed on the back of a giant turtle, and his spear shot out like thunder. When a tiger falls on a plain day, I hope to see a mirage dragon fly!"

After the young man heard Yuwen Yanyi's four lines of poetry, his whole body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "Who did I think was so majestic and extraordinary? It turned out to be Lord Aoxue! I wonder when you want to see our leader, and why?"

Yuwen Yanyi said: "I want Lord Shenlong to help me change my appearance. This should not be difficult for him."

The young man nodded and said, "No... not difficult. I wonder who Master Aoxue wants to change to?"

Yuwen Yanyi said: "Yelü is a talented person."

The young man opened his eyes wide in surprise and said in disbelief: "Sir, you want to pretend to be the emperor's nephew Yelu Juncai?"

Yuwen Yanyi nodded and said, "That's right."

The young man hesitated and said, "But... but there won't be two identical people in the world at the same time. If you let the cat out of the bag, won't it implicate the master?"

Yuwen Yanyi said: "Don't worry, Yelu Juncai will not live for more than three days."

The young man was even more surprised and asked, "Yelü Juncai is just over 20 years old, how could he die within three days?"

Yuwen Yanyi smiled grimly and said, "Can you ask around? Has anyone I, Yuwen Yanyi, want to kill survived more than three days?"

The young man was completely shocked by Yuwen Yanyi, and was speechless, not knowing what to say for a moment. Yuwen Yanyi ignored him, raised his head and laughed, turned around and left. The young man looked at his back and stammered, "Master Ao... Master Aoxue, then... then when will I take you to see the Sect Master?"

Yuwen Yanyi didn't even turn his head, but just said coldly, "We will meet here in three days. If I don't see you, I'm afraid that more than one Yelu Juncai will die by then!" (End of this chapter)