The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 665: Yue Buqun Meets Bi Xuan Outside the City

"I am Yue Buqun from Mount Hua, greetings to the Turkic Martial Master." Outside the city of Chang'an, two figures stood facing each other. One was wearing a snow-white Confucian robe, holding a three-foot-long sword with a smile on his face, while the other was sitting high on a horse, carrying a spear on his back, with a murderous look on his face.

"It turns out to be Mr. Yue Buqun, the Gentleman Sword, who is ranked last among the five famous hermits in the Central Plains. I wonder why Mr. Yue is not in Huashan to receive blessings, but is intercepting me here?" Wu Zun Bi Xuan is also a majestic person. He came to Chang'an in Guanzhong because he received a letter from Zhao Deyan. He learned that there was a Buddhist master from the Central Plains who was openly trying to challenge the Grandmaster, and his hope was very high.

The grassland tribes were eyeing the rich land of the Central Plains and naturally did not want the Central Plains to become powerful. Bi Xuan did not care about the lone man Ning Daoqi, a grandmaster who did not belong to the court. But when the evil king Shi Zhixuan often appeared on the battlefield, it became a headache.

There is news that Duke Chu Yang Xuangan is also a grandmaster. Others may have only heard of this, but Martial Master Bi Xuan knows it clearly. He is a grandmaster, and a grandmaster who is proficient in battle formations and military tactics and is good at fighting.

It's just that for some unknown reason, neither the Evil King Shi Zhixuan nor the Duke of Chu Yang Xuangan were willing to stand in the open, which led to the situation that the Central Plains was not strong and was often oppressed by the Turks. But in fact, Martial Master Bi Xuan and National Master Zhao Deyan knew very well that the masters of the Central Plains were far more powerful than the Turks.

If another grandmaster who could stand up openly and compete with them appeared at this time, the morale of the Turks would surely be crushed. This was definitely not what Bi Xuan and Zhao Deyan wanted to see, so he decided to enter Guanzhong alone.

However, he never expected that he would be stopped on the way before reaching Chang'an. The person who stopped him was not the Duke of Chu Yang Xuangan, nor the Evil King Shi Zhixuan, but the gentleman swordsman Yue Buqun who always appeared to be a good guy. This was somewhat beyond Bi Xuan's expectations.

Yue Buqun (Yang Xuyan) has never been a pushover. He believes repaying grievances with justice and repaying kindness with virtue is the way a gentleman (Junzi Jian) ​​behaves. He simply smiled and said, "As the saying goes, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, a king does not bully the weak. That's why fellow Taoist Xiaoyaozi and Taoist Sanfeng are too lazy to take action. The Drunken Monk needs to guard the Buddhist treasure, the Buddhist disciple Yin Zhao, and cannot leave Chang'an. Dugu Qiubai has chosen the Goguryeo Sword Master Fu Cailin to sit in Liaodong as immovable as a mountain. In the end, I, the last one standing, will have to meet the Martial Master."

Bi Xuan's eyebrows twitched when he heard this. What did you mean? So in your eyes, I am the weakest?

However, he was still shocked to hear that the Drunken Monk was guarding the Buddhist disciple Yin Zhao. Why hadn't Zhao Deyan heard of this news? Perhaps even Zhao Deyan didn't know that there was such a great Buddha in Chang'an City.

This time, my chances of success may be really low.

"We have to give it a try. Perhaps it will succeed. After all, there are always more people who don't want a Grandmaster to appear in the Central Plains Buddhism than those who do. Otherwise, why didn't the Central Plains' most powerful Grandmasters, Xiaoyaozi and Sanfeng Daoren, come to Chang'an?" Martial Master Bi Xuan sneered, "If the Taoist sect is so bad, what about the Demon Sect? With two Grandmasters, the Evil King and the Yin Queen, I wonder if the Buddhist sect can handle them."

"Oh, I heard that the leader of the demon sect, the Yingui Sect, has sent a saint girl to lead several masters and elders to challenge the Buddhist sect in the Central Plains. I wonder if the elite Buddhist sect in Chang'an City has been thrown into chaos and returned to the Central Plains to take charge. You know, that is where their base is. Once..." Martial Master Bi Xuan took off the spear behind him, his aura slowly increased, and his eyes were fixed on the white-faced Confucian scholar opposite him.

Yue Buqun (Yang Xuyan) stroked his beard and smiled, "This is a family affair of the Han Chinese in the Central Plains, and it's of no use to outsiders like Wu Zun. If the Buddha's summons succeeds, and he joins forces with the wanderer Ning Daoqi, we can achieve a balance of power with the Demon Sect. If the Buddha's summons fails, the fortunes of the Buddhist Sect will plummet, and the Saint Maiden Kankan will have a great chance of becoming a Grandmaster. Then the Demon Sect will flourish, and with three Grandmasters sweeping across the Central Plains, it won't be difficult to choose a wise leader and accomplish the task. No matter how you look at it, as long as no outsiders gain any advantage, it's a good thing for the Han Chinese."

Wu Zun's eyes narrowed suddenly when he heard this. "The Central Plains is vast and rich in resources, and the Han people are full of talented people. It's really enviable."

"Martial Master, you're too kind. It's simply a testament to the unbroken legacy of hard work and innovation. It has nothing to do with race. Whether Han or foreign, every generation has its own talented people. As long as they don't die young, they will always shine, right?" Yue Buqun (Yang Xuyan) pointedly said, "Let's not even talk about Martial Master himself. Even the Tiele Flying Eagle Qu Ao created most of his martial arts himself, including the Seven Transformations of the Mad Wolf, Eightfold Storm, and Nine Transformations of Condensed Truth. If he had advanced further, he could have become a Grandmaster. It's a pity..."

"Yeah, what a pity." Bi Xuan sighed. It was a pity that he was not a Turk, otherwise he would definitely train him to be his successor, the next Turkic grandmaster. Just as the man in front of him said, there is no shortage of geniuses in the world, but it is not easy to grow up. He had seen the talent of Tiele Flying Eagle Qu Ao early on, so he suppressed him before he was most proud but had not really grown up.

If he was born in the Turkic tribe, or was willing to surrender to the Turkic tribe, he might have spared him. Unfortunately, this person was from the Tiele tribe, but he was very attached to his own tribe. Although it was not easy for him to kill him and get the reputation of bullying the weak, he could ruin his mood and make him just an ordinary master, with no hope of becoming a grand master in his lifetime. Naturally, he would not be a threat to the Turkic dominance on the grassland.

There was nothing wrong with Bi Xuan's idea, and it was even correct from the Turkic point of view. However, he could never have imagined that there would be a person like Yang Xuyan in the world, who created so many great masters for the Han people in the Central Plains, breaking the original balance of only three great masters, forcing Goguryeo to hide in a corner and survive, and the master sword master Fu Cailin dared not to go out, and the Turkic people were beaten miserably.

Today, the Han people's country is divided into pieces and has not been unified, but their high-end combat power is extremely powerful. As the Turkic martial lord, he has been bullied many times and is unable to strengthen the momentum of the Turkic army to suppress the Han people. He even dares not to invade in a big way, and can only secretly and on a small scale support those lackeys who have defected to the Turks.

It was precisely because the Han Dynasty was not unified that Bi Xuan had some confidence. Otherwise, he would not even dare to come alone, and if he was not careful, he would be beaten to death.

He believed that the Grandmaster was the ceiling of combat power in this world. Even if he would be defeated in a single fight, he would not die. If a Grandmaster wanted to escape, it would be impossible for him to succeed without a hundred thousand troops chasing him regardless of life and death. Even if he succeeded, the price he paid would be absolutely staggering. This was still the case when the terrain allowed, such as grasslands and deserts. If the terrain was a little more complicated, even a hundred thousand troops would not be able to catch up with a Grandmaster.

Can I get rid of this person in front of me and sneak into Chang'an?

No, why should we get rid of it? Wouldn't it be better to just injure and kill it?

Bi Xuan's heart moved, and a trace of murderous aura quietly spread out, "I am very interested in that Buddhist disciple, and I also want to know how he became a Grandmaster. I hope Mr. Yue will not stop me."

"Martial Master, are you really not going to consider it?" Yue Buqun (Yang Xuyan) said with a smile, "You must know that this is not the Turkic steppe, but the territory of the Han people. There is more than one Grandmaster in Chang'an City. If..."

"But I'm the only Grandmaster here, right?" Bi Xuan sighed. "Bone burials are common in every part of the country. Although this place is a bit remote, it's also quiet and elegant. It might be a suitable burial place for Mr. Yue, the hermit. Let me send Mr. Yue off with the Yan Yang Dafa!"