Pursuing Yue'er: Storm Surging

On the other hand, the Overlord Flower, Qin Yue-er, escaped danger under the heavy guard of Sun Ji. She rushed all the way and finally stopped at a farmhouse at the foot of the Golden Mountain Temple. At first, the old couple were nervous, but after some discussion, seeing that she had been left here hungry and cold, they took her in without paying the silver.

By dawn, the couple had gone out to the farm and left her a bowl of noodles on the table. In any case, there was nothing of value in the house. Seeing that she was a impoverished young master, she would not last more than a few days. Perhaps her family would send someone to pick her up.

Spring busy autumn solid, now the field is not ploughed, to autumn where the harvest. The yield of those few acres of thin land was not high to begin with. If he did not work hard, perhaps this year's rent would become a problem. The son of his family did not live up to expectations. He was usually idle, drinking and playing with his friends. Until today, he was already in his thirties and was still a bachelor. He didn't have any backing in his family, so when the girl mentioned his family, she shook her head and refused to let him in.

Unknowingly, he had walked halfway up the mountain. Standing on top of a large rock, he overlooked the scenery at the foot of the mountain. The land at the foot of the mountain was densely covered with fertile land. There were flocks of cattle and sheep, and the houses at Zhenjiang Manor on the other side of the mountain were arranged in an orderly fashion.

Jin Shan Temple thousand years of ancient, majestic hall, the temple's endless incense, far away from the good men and women who love to burn incense here every 15 years of the new year to make a wish. Guests were as numerous as the clouds in the Great Hall, while the Bodhisattva at the head of the group was looking at everyone with a peaceful and pious expression.

Qin Yue'er arrived at the perfect time. Fortunately, it wasn't a big day, so it was afternoon again. Therefore, there weren't many tourists, only in groups of two or three. She gave him some incense money and lit up three sticks of incense. She kowtowed a few times under the seat of the Buddha to make a wish for the rest of her life. She only wished that this life would be peaceful and quiet, that she could find a husband like her husband and never wander away again.

At this moment, a man and a woman entered the Treasure Hall. The man was about thirty years old, with a mustache that was fair and clean. He had a strong and robust build, bright eyes, and a pair of tall, faint eyes on the bridge of his nose. Qin Yue'er became more alert when she saw his actions and words. This person was an expert.

The woman beside him was an old woman with a head full of silver hair. She had a stiff expression and wrinkles on her face, but it wasn't difficult for her to walk. It should be a mother and child.

The old woman glanced at Qin Yue'er, kowtowed slightly, smiled gently, and went off to burn incense to make a wish. The man behind her stared at her in silence, his expression solemn.

This man suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Yue'er. He seemed to have thought of something and a glint flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he had thought of something as he walked towards Qin Yue'er. This action immediately aroused Qin Yue'er's vigilance. She stood to the side and attentively watched her opponent's actions.

The bearded man looked at her with an unfriendly expression, then slightly tilted his head, indicating that she should go out and speak. Qin Yue-er did not know his identity, so seeing that he did not display any hostility, she did not act rashly. Thus, she followed him out to see what was so special about him.

The two of them slowly walked down the stairs, one in front of the other, until they arrived at a pavilion in the side hall. This place was cool and quiet, and one could see the scenery at the foot of the mountain. There were not many visitors, and no one would bother them for a while.

The small mustached man stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Qin Yue'er, carefully sizing her up.

This Qin Yue'er was dressed like a man, with a famous saber at her waist, and was dressed like a travelling adventurer. If he wasn't a local power, he wouldn't have thought that the Overlord Flower, which had caused the world to boil, would dare to visit this Golden Mountain Temple. He didn't know that the two families below the mountain were in such a state of chaos because of her. And yet, she was wandering around as if nothing had happened. Just thinking about it made her feel that this person was a bit devilish.

He leisurely blew on the cool breeze on the mountain. His brows relaxed as he said calmly, "Qin Yue'er, it is my pleasure to meet you. I admire your magnanimity. If it were me, I would have already run far away. How would I even have the mood to stay here and sightsee? However, I still have to remind you one thing. The troops of the four families are all on the road now. This place is already a land of war, if you're smart enough, and don't want anything to happen, it's best for you to leave as soon as possible. "

"May I know your name? "You seem to know everything about me. If I don't know your identity, I'm afraid we don't have anything else to say." Qin Yue'er's heart trembled as she couldn't help but ask.

The small mustached man's expression was cold as he coldly snorted and said, "Who I am is not important. The important thing is that our people do not welcome you. Ever since you came to Zhenjiang, there has been no peace. If you continue to act willfully and recklessly here, then it will be a disaster for the people of Zhenjiang City. As the administrator of the Flowing Wind Pavilion, I hope that you can leave Zhenjiang at once. "

The other party's hostility was unconsciously emitted from his body. It was like a wild beast in the forest staring at his prey, covetous and ready to attack at any moment. The atmosphere was tense, and danger lurked in every direction.

Qin Yue'er stood still and placed her hand on her moon blade. She said with her red lips slightly parted, "Does that mean if I don't leave, you will make a move against me?"

The small mustached man pointed at the cliff on the side of the mountain. Below him, white clouds shrouded the entire mountain. The wind was blowing on the mountain, making goosebumps rise up all over his body. He coldly shouted, "You better be more aware and not force me to make a move. Otherwise it would not be as simple as asking you to leave. "

Qin Yue'er was as cold as ice. Her eyes turned cold as she mocked, "I, Qin Yue'er, have been a child for so long; there really aren't many people who dare to threaten me. I don't care who you are, but if you want me to leave, then let's see if my moon blade agrees to it or not! "

"I don't like to joke around. You'd better not force me to do it!" The small mustached man suddenly exerted his strength to press a seal onto the pillar of the pavilion, but the barrel sized pillar suddenly shattered with a kacha sound. The pavilion trembled for a moment and almost collapsed. Qin Yue'er was both frightened and alarmed by his fluid movements, as if lifting a heavy sword was light.

She heard him say, "Do you think it's your bones or this wood!?"

Qin Yue-er was also a person with a strong personality. She felt her heart heat up as she looked at this terrifying opponent in front of her. She knew that the situation was not going to end well, so she instantly pulled out her moonwashing knife and slashed at the small mustached man.

The pavilion was instantly split into two halves. With a 'kacha' sound, the pavilion collapsed with a loud crash. Smoke and salt filled the air, and dust flew everywhere. Amidst the smoke and dust, two arrow shadows were chasing each other like a gale. Their swords were flashing with light. They were already engaged in a chaotic battle.

Even with Qin Yue'er's elegant and agile movement technique, the other party was not at a disadvantage at all. He was helpless against her for the time being. It was obvious that the man was at a disadvantage when he was dealing with the white blade empty-handed. He was in an extremely dangerous situation. If he wasn't careful, blood would splash out on the spot.

After a long fierce battle, both sides were still in a deadlock. However, they both suffered a small loss. The bearded man had been provoked by Qin Yue-er's Moon Washing Saber and suffered some superficial wounds. He was furious and said, "Damn you, Qin Yue-er. I didn't bring any weapons today. It was such a lucky day for you."

With a flip of his body, he withdrew himself from the battle. "Qin Yue'er, remember this. If you have the ability, don't leave. Once I get my weapon, I'll fight with you for three hundred rounds. " With that, he left without any hesitation.

"Who is it?" I've never even heard of it! " When Qin Yue'er heard his name, she muttered to herself. Since she had more debts now, she didn't have to worry about it. Hong Jingtao's group hadn't even sent them away yet. With another enemy appearing out of nowhere, there was nothing she could do.

Looking at the departing figure of the other party, he remembered this person and clamored, "Han Congan, what are you running so fast for? I haven't had enough. "

Today, I must find out who you are. It's good that you know your name.

After entering the Great Hall, Han Congan immediately came to the old woman's side and said, "Ru Wei, something happened. We'll go back today, and come back another day to repay your wish. "

Seeing that he was injured, the woman's expression changed. "How did you get injured?" "What's going on? Stop causing trouble."

"It's fine. It's nothing serious. Let's talk about it when we get back. " Without further ado, Han Li hurriedly led the old woman out of Golden Mountain Temple.

Han Congan returned to Yangzhou and immediately went to the Fulin Pavilion's station at Yangzhou, the Pingyuan Palace, to meet Dongfang Wei.

The Pingyuan Hall was also a building with a long history. It was said to be the residence of Xie An, the famous prime minister of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It was rich in humanities and had a profound artistic conception. The pavilion, the small bridge flowing water, elegant and unique. And the Five Tigers stationed Dongfang Wei here, in the northern Central Plains, to defend against the downfall of the famous Northern Hongda. Therefore, this was a place where all the military would fight for it. It was extremely important.

Han Zaiming saw Dongfang Wei and reported the location of Zhenjiang's Qin Yue'er.

Dongfang Yin's face was full of anger, and when he spoke, the flesh on his face trembled. His piercing eyes looked at you as if he could read your mind and make you shudder.

Zhenjiang and Yangzhou were only separated by a single river. He had long received the news that a violent conflict had broken out between Jiangnan's Pingyi Sect and Beihong Dazhang Sect. Many people had been killed and injured. And they only had one goal, and that was the Overlord Flower, Qin Yue'er.

He had always seen this with his own eyes, and had also maintained the neutral attitude of a bystander. Thus, he had always turned a blind eye to it, not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble and gossip. He also sent someone to inform Hong Jingtao and Zhao Xiangyang that he hoped they would be able to maintain their calm and restraint on the Flowing Wind Pavilion's grounds.

He sighed and said softly, "This Qin Yue'er is really strange. Why didn't she leave? " He immediately ordered Han Congan to lead a group of men to "invite" Qin Yue'er. No matter what was said, if the other party wasn't willing to cooperate, he would bring her back first.

This time, Han Congan was well-prepared and brought his own troops with him, rushing all the way here like a bolt of lightning.

This time, he even brought along his own proud weapon, the 'Law Enforcement Rod'. This staff had accompanied him through life and death to grow up. It had contributed greatly to the success of Fortune Pavilion and had finally been promoted to the position of the deacon of Pingyuan Palace. He had gained some power and status. This staff was as long as a person and was made from fine iron. It was impervious to water and fire and weighed around fifty-eight kilograms. It was powerful and overbearing and could easily be smashed to death if met with an opponent. He would definitely greet Qin Yue'er when he met her again.

By the time they arrived at the Golden Mountain Temple, it was already empty. They searched the entire temple but didn't even find a single hair on Qin Yue'er's body. She only learned that she had long since left the mountain by asking her guest monks. Han Congan thought that Qin Yue'er was definitely near Zhenjiang. The four great families' men were all gathered here. If she wanted to leave, she would have left long ago.