The Beacon of Kyushu

Two days passed and it was noon again.

A few miles away from Songzhou City, there is a mountain range that stretches for dozens of miles. The mountains are covered with endless ancient pines and willows. Outside the pine and willow forest is a gravel-paved path that extends northeast from Linhuang Prefecture to Wulü Mountain. Songzhou is not a big city, and Wulü Mountain is occupied by Wanghai Hall, so few people usually pass by here. Even if someone occasionally passes by here, they are mostly country people who come to Songzhou to do business.

However, today is a little different.

Under the blazing sun, a dozen servants surrounded a young man riding a white horse, walking slowly from west to east. The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light yellow narrow-sleeved, left-fronted Khitan robe, a hair crown on his head, and a sword at his waist. The white horse under his crotch was relatively tall, and its four horseshoes were only three circles smaller than a bowl. Although the horse had traveled a long distance, it still walked with full energy. Most of the followers behind him were dressed in the most ordinary Khitan clothes, and they did not carry any weapons. There were only three or four relatively strong men, with either a waist knife or a long sword on their waists, and their eyes glanced at the mountains in the forest from time to time.

The young man in yellow noticed that the warriors around him looked a little wary, so he couldn't help but ask in Khitan: "What's wrong? Is there anything unusual in the forest?"

The Khitan warriors looked at each other and shook their heads, "No, it's just a routine visit."

The young man in yellow smiled and said, "I heard that you all have received guidance from the Martial Saint Mu Liao. I guess you learned this vigilance from him, right?"

The Khitan warriors were not very familiar with the young man in yellow. They did not know whether he was teasing or curious. No one knew how to reply, so they could only smile awkwardly. The young man in yellow saw several people nodding, and he looked into the distance expectantly, muttering, "It will take a few days to reach Wulü Mountain. When I was in Linhuang, many people mentioned this martial saint to me. Some said he was kind and generous, some said he was strict and powerful, some said he was humble and polite, and some said he was stubborn and self-righteous. But no matter what, he is the first person in my Great Liao who rose from a bandit to a saint. I believe his martial arts must be superb and perfect. I really hope to reach Wulü Mountain as soon as possible so that I can ask him for advice as soon as possible, so that I don't have to stay awake every night thinking about learning martial arts."

As soon as the young man in yellow finished speaking, he heard the sound of a bowstring in the forest, and then with a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot straight from behind the pine forest and the mountains to the white horse under the young man in yellow. "Ah!" The young man in yellow couldn't help but exclaimed, and several warriors rushed forward without hesitation, trying to block the sharp arrows. The servants who didn't know martial arts were so frightened when they saw someone hiding in the forest and suddenly attacking them. They forgot to run away, let alone protect their master.

The arrow came at a very fast speed, staying in the air for only a moment, and the next moment it had already pierced the white horse's right leg. Strangely enough, the arrow not only pierced the white horse's right leg, but also had no power to weaken, and pierced the white horse's left leg. "Shh!" The white horse screamed, and blood spurted out from both front legs almost at the same time. The horse could not stand and fell to the ground with a bang.

The incident happened suddenly, and the young man in yellow on the horse had no time to react, and was thrown to the ground by his mount. Seeing this, two warriors bent down and tried to help the young man in yellow up, while the others drew their weapons and ran into the forest with angry roars. But before they reached the edge of the forest, a white horse rushed out of the forest, and a young man in purple holding a silver spear sat on the horse.

At this moment, the young man in purple had a sneer of contempt on his face, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He didn't say a word, nor did he glance at his followers. He rode his horse straight towards the young man in yellow, as if he regarded the young man as his prey. Seeing this scene, several warriors who were still running wildly became more angry, and waved their swords and knives to try to stop the young man in purple. The young man in purple was not panicked at all, and he continued to ride his horse. When he was close to several people, he suddenly fired several shots. His gun shot out like a dragon and shone like a star. Not only did he have amazing gun skills and great physical strength, but he also had the help of a BMW, so he was unstoppable. Several warriors usually thought that their martial arts were quite extraordinary, but before they could see clearly how the young man in purple was going to shoot, they were all killed by the long spear.

The remaining two warriors were shocked when they saw this, knowing that they were no match for the young man in purple, so they pulled the young man in yellow and ran away. The young man in purple saw that the three wanted to run, so he did not spurr his horse to chase them, but pulled the reins and watched the three run away. The three heard no sound of horse hooves behind them, and they were somewhat confused, so they ran a little slower involuntarily.

The young man in purple stared at the three figures, and when the three slowed down a little, he pulled out the six-stone birch bow and three special armor-piercing arrows from his back. He put the three armor-piercing arrows on the bow at the same time, pushing the front handle with Taishan and tucking the bowstring with the back handle. It seemed that he didn't need to aim at all, and the sharp arrows had already left the bowstring and shot out.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" After three sharp sounds of breaking through the air, two warriors were shot through the backs by sharp arrows and fell to the ground. Another arrow pierced the ground in front of the young man in yellow. The arrow shaft was several inches into the ground, but the force on it was still there, and the tail feathers were still trembling. The young man in yellow was none other than Yelu Juncai, the beloved son of Yelu Zhimo. He was used to a life of luxury and had never seen such a scene before. He was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

The followers saw their master in danger and the warriors died one after another. Who would have the courage to step forward and die? With a "crash", the followers fled in all directions like a flood that broke through the dam. The young man in purple saw that everyone was about to run away, but there was still no panic in his expression. Instead, he looked like the most skilled hunter in the world looking at the hares running away in front of him, with a calm look of excitement.

The next moment, the young man in purple took out several sharp arrows again and calmly shot at the panicked people. In front of such a heavy bow, such sharp arrows, and such an accurate archer, no matter how many people fled in panic, how could they escape his clutches? For a moment, the sound of bowstrings, the sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of arrows were heard at the same time, and countless blood flashes rose and fell. The followers who tried to escape ended up turning into corpses that no one knew about. The bright red blood stained the earth, and the wailing before death shook the sky.

Yelu Juncai witnessed his men dying one by one, and was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried. He used to think that practicing martial arts was just a fun thing. The so-called bones exposed in the wild and blood flowing like a river were too far away from him, a prince. Until this moment, he saw that more than a dozen people who were still alive a moment ago turned into cold corpses in an instant. He knew what the treacherous world was and what killing people was. Suddenly, he realized that he had thought too simply about practicing martial arts before. If he could go back to yesterday, even just a moment ago, he would definitely lead the people back to Beijing without hesitation, and be a gentle Confucian scholar like his father for the rest of his life, and never practice martial arts for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, there is no if in the world. No matter how cruel the reality is, since it has become a reality, you can only face it and cannot turn back.

"You... who are you? What are you going to do to me?" Yelu Juncai looked at the young man in purple with trepidation, and couldn't even speak clearly.

The young man in purple raised his head and sneered. He looked down at Yelu Juncai on the ground with contempt and said word by word: "I am Yuwen Yanyi. I want to ask the prince something. If you are willing to tell me the truth, I will send you away. If you dare to say a word, you should know the consequences."

Yelu Juncai nodded and said, "Okay...Okay, you...you ask." (End of this chapter)