The Beacon of Kyushu

Hou Mochen was still a little hesitant. "Lord Aoxue, there is some truth in what you said. But the Eighth Prince is very good at protecting himself and never interferes in government affairs. Even if you save his old friend, I am afraid he may not be willing to appeal for you. If that happens, Lord Aoxue will have worked in vain, and won't he be laughed at by the world?"

Yuwen Yanyi seemed to have thought of this possibility a long time ago, and said without hesitation: "Master, what you said is indeed reasonable, but it's a pity that you forgot that I have a spear in my hand and a sword on my waist, which are rare in the world. If the Eighth Prince is unwilling to help me, his end will surely be worse than Yelu Juncai. I think since he knows how to protect himself, he will not go against his own life."

Hou Mochen said, "Lord Aoxue, this matter can be big or small. If it is a big matter, it involves the lives of the two countries' relatives. You must inform His Majesty before you can take this risky move. But if it is a small matter, it is just to save a mere woman. Not to mention informing His Majesty, even I have no interest in it. I believe Lord Aoxue understands what to do better than anyone else."

Yuwen Yanyi said, "Master, I understand what you said. However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Now that Yelu Juncai is dead, it is impossible to make a big thing small or a small thing disappear. Only by fighting hard can there be a glimmer of hope. But Master, you can rest assured. Regardless of success or failure, I will never betray His Majesty, the others, and especially you, Master."

Hou Mochen seemed to be slightly relieved, slowly uncovered the silk covering the head, and looked at Yelu Juncai's head. He looked at it for a while, and then he understood. Without hesitation, he took out a small knife with a cold glow from his bosom and cut Yelu Juncai's ear. He cut very quickly, but the angle was very accurate. In the blink of an eye, he cut off Yelu Juncai's entire face without a single scratch. Then, he clapped his hands three times, and a young servant came up the stairs respectfully with a wooden tray.

The wooden tray in the hand of the young attendant was filled with all the things needed for disguise. Hou Mochen took a look and saw that there were all the things needed on the tray, and nodded with satisfaction. The young attendant gently placed the wooden tray on the table, turned around and went downstairs without asking any more questions. Hou Mochen took glue, wax and other things, asked Yuwen Yanyi to sit in front of the table, and then applied them one by one on his face, and soon Yuwen Yanyi was transformed into a different person.

When everything was finished, Hou Mochen took out a bronze mirror from his arms, handed it to Yuwen Yanyi, and said, "Lord Aoxue, are you satisfied with it?"

Yuwen Yanyi took the bronze mirror and looked at himself. Not only could no one see any flaws, but even he himself was momentarily distracted, thinking that he was really Yelu Juncai, the beloved son of Yelu Zhimo. He imitated Yelu Juncai's voice and said a few words. After confirming that he could pass for the real thing, he said to Hou Mochen: "Thank you, Master, but I have another request, and I hope you will agree to it."

Hou Mochen asked, "I don't know what it is?"

Yuwen Yanyi said, "Yelü Juncai is a prince of Liao. It is impossible for him to go to Wanghaitang to learn martial arts without followers. Now I have no soldiers or generals under my command, and I can't find so many reliable people to pretend to be followers. So it's better for the master to send me another ten people, so that great things can be accomplished."

Hou Mochen was a little embarrassed at first. "Lord Aoxue, although you and I both serve the emperor, you belong to the Iron Blood Alliance and I belong to the Mountain and Sea Alliance. If I transfer people without the emperor's order, I'm afraid..."

Yuwen Yanyi put his hand on the hilt of the sword and smiled coldly, "Afraid of what?"

Hou Mochen saw that he was holding the hilt of the sword, as if he would draw the sword and kill if he dared to refuse, so he had to grit his teeth and said, "Forget it, forget it, forget it! Be a good person to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Since I have changed my appearance for Master Aoxue, I have a responsibility for this matter. I should send a few disciples to serve you."

Yuwen Yanyi let go of the hilt of the sword, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you very much!"

The next day, afternoon.

The sun was shining brightly, the mountain breeze was blowing gently, and Mu Liao, Xiao Talin, Ye Lusha, and Ye Luting were sitting in the main hall. Xiao Talin and the other two all frowned slightly, feeling uneasy. They looked out of the hall from time to time while talking to their master, as if they were waiting for someone. Mu Liao was much calmer than his three disciples, with no expression on his face, and only focused on talking to his disciples about the recent national affairs. Only when the breeze was blowing would he subconsciously glance out of the hall, his eyes firm and revealing endless murderous intent.

Yelusha chatted with his master for a while, then said to Xiao Tallin impatiently: "Brother Xiao, a few days ago, Junior Brother Xiao Gaochi reported that Yuwen the dog thief had arrived at the foot of the mountain. Why hasn't he come up the mountain for so many days? Did he see through our plan?" Yelushing also said with some concern: "Yes, once the dog thief really sees through our plan, it will be difficult to kill him."

Xiao Tallin said: "The thief is cunning and sly. If he really sees through the mystery, it is within my expectations."

Yelusha was slightly surprised and asked, "Ah? So Senior Brother Xiao has another clever plan?"

Xiao Tallin nodded and said in a low voice: "That's right. In my opinion, if the thief doesn't dare to go up the mountain rashly, he will definitely disguise himself. We just need to do this and that, and I don't believe that the thief will not fall into the trap!"

Yelusha and Yelushing both laughed, and Mu Liao's face also showed a little pride. He looked at Xiao Tallin's sturdy body, and two opposing emotions, admiration and regret, emerged from his eyes at the same time, "Alas, Junior Brother. If you had raised your army 20 years later, even if you couldn't recruit a general like Tuoning, at least you would have a strong backup, and you wouldn't have ended up like that. Unfortunately, everything is too late, too late!"

Just as the four of them finished discussing how to deal with Yuwen Yanyi, a young disciple hurriedly ran in from outside the hall, and before he could even catch his breath, he reported: "Master... Master, the emperor's nephew Yelu Juncai has led ten followers to the mountain gate. Please give us your instructions!"

A few months ago, Mu Liao received a handwritten letter from Emperor Yelu Xian, hoping to let his nephew Yelu Juncai come to the hall to learn martial arts. This matter was a big deal for Mu Liao, Yelu Xian, and even for the entire Liao Dynasty. Mu Liao had been preparing for this for a long time, and everything was arranged properly, including welcoming, worshipping, worshipping, and future teaching. But it happened that Yelu Juncai did not come late or early, but came just when Yuwen Yanyi might go up the mountain to save people, which made Mu Liao have to be a little cautious.

Muriao hesitated for a moment, then finally stood up and said to the three disciples around him, "Come on, follow the master to greet the prince." The three of them had more or less come into contact with the little prince before, and knew that he was a generous and easy-going person who loved martial arts. They were all related to him, so naturally, without saying a word, they followed their master to greet him.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, they saw Yelu Juncai standing by with his horse and ten followers. Mu Liao smiled and walked up to Yelu Juncai, bowed deeply, and said, "I am Mu Liao, the master of Wanghai Hall. I am honored to meet the prince. May the prince live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

"I came to Wanghai Hall to learn martial arts, and I am your disciple. How can a master in this world be polite to his disciple?" Yelu Juncai said as he helped Mu Liao up, then bowed to the ground and said sincerely: "Disciple Yelu Juncai, greetings to the master!"

Muriao smiled and shook his head, saying: "You haven't formally performed the ceremony of becoming a disciple, so you can't be considered my disciple, Muriao. I don't deserve the title of master! Well, the mountain gate is not a place to stay for long, everyone please follow me up the mountain." After he said that, he made a gesture of invitation to everyone.

Yelu Juncai nodded in confusion, led ten followers, and followed Mu Liao up the mountain. Yelu Sha looked at Yelu Juncai for a few times, winked at Xiao Tallin, and said, "Brother Xiao, do you think this little prince is that thief pretending to be him?"

Before Xiao Tallin could speak, Yelu Ting said, "Impossible! You may not be familiar with him, but I meet him often. Judging from his appearance, voice, and the weapon on his waist, it must be him, but his head seems to be a little taller than the last time I saw him. But he is still young, and it is not uncommon for him to grow a little taller after not seeing him for a few months."

Xiao Tallin rolled his eyes a few times and lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother, Junior Sister, instead of guessing, why don't we give him a try?"

Yelusha said: "How can we try this?" (End of this chapter)