The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Chapter 208 Mutiny

The donkey, which was busy showing off, shuddered upon hearing the sound. It turned around, glanced at Feng Qingyang, and then hoofed at him, trying to escape.

Feng Qingyang slapped it on the head with a loud crack, making it dizzy and disoriented. Then he grabbed its ear and looked at the flowers and plants outside, which had been almost completely destroyed by the dazzling light, with great heartache.

"You're coming again? How many times has this been? Didn't I tell you that if you come again I'll turn you into a donkey meat sandwich?"

The donkey was braying and groaning, as if it were begging for mercy.

Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth.

This stupid donkey, I don't know which bastard raised it, has been showing off his carefully cultivated flowers and plants ever since it wandered over here one day. Every time I chase it away, it comes back. Sometimes it even plays mind games with me. When I'm out, it comes to sneak over and show off. Until now, it has finally shown off all of my flowers and plants.

Looking at the uneven, pitted ground, with bits of stone here and there, Feng Qingyang's anger flared up uncontrollably.

"Leave quickly."

Feng Qingyang patted the donkey's head again.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist eating donkey meat sandwiches.

"You've ruined all the flowers and plants here. If you come here again, I'll drag you out and cause trouble for your owner."

Feng Qingyang said something.

Seeing this, Maodou immediately ran away.

"I don't know which bastard raised this donkey, it's always running around east and west of Mount Hua."

Feng Qingyang said a few more words before entering the cave.

The cave was very simple, with only a stone bed, a stone table, some pots and pans, and a cabinet.

Feng Qingyang went to the cabinet, opened it, took out a sword, and then walked outside.

He needs to go down the mountain.

……

"Junior brother, be careful!"

On the back mountain, a disciple of Mount Hua said something to Jiang Ning.

"Senior brother, don't worry."

Jiang Ning responded with a smile, and then jumped off the cliff.

He had never gone down from here before and was unfamiliar with the route, so he was quite slow. After coming down, he found a group of people guarding the foot of the back mountain.

"who!"

The martial arts practitioners patrolling the area spotted a figure looming in the darkness on the cliff, heading down towards them, and immediately became alert.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning jumped down immediately.

Bang!

One of them tried to slash at Jiang Ning, but Jiang Ning kicked him in the head and smashed him. He then grabbed another man by the neck and squeezed him hard before attacking the others.

After a while.

Jiang Ning stepped over a corpse and left, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses.

These are just low-level gang members, probably assigned to patrol here.

Jiangning drove around to the front of the mountain, where he saw rows of camps standing tall, brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Jiang Ning was slightly surprised to see this, as he thought most of these people would be asleep at this hour.

Jiang Ning cautiously approached the group's headquarters, slipped in from a corner, and searched for the location of the Four Immortals of Peach Valley.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol as they walked. Jiang Ning saw many people drinking and laughing noisily.

Jiang Ning had changed his makeup and was walking in the shadows with his hair down, so no one could recognize him.

Walking through this headquarters, Jiang Ning discovered that although these people were gathered together, they were clearly divided into distinct groups. Each area represented a different faction, and the places he had just passed through were the areas where several gangs were based.

Suddenly arriving at an area, Jiang Ning noticed a commotion ahead, with people moving closer from time to time.

Jiang Ning moved a little closer, and the sound came from the other side.

"Island Master Sima used the Holy Envoy's token to conscript us to attack from the back mountain. At the beginning, he made it sound so good and guaranteed success. But what happened? My brother went up and never came back. Dozens of men were ambushed and died up there. Island Master Sima, how do you expect to explain this to us?!"

An old voice rang out loudly in the darkness. Jiang Ning went to the front and found a group of people gathered in an open space. An old man was standing on a platform made up of a dozen tables, spitting as he spoke. He was very excited and surrounded by a crowd of people waving flags and cheering him on.

"That's right! Give us an explanation, and give my brother back his life!"

Several people were shouting at the old man; these were Sima Da's subordinates and henchmen.

"Get down quickly! Who told you they were all ambushed and killed?"

One of them shouted angrily, "If they're not dead, why hasn't anyone come down after all this time? There hasn't been a single sound from upstairs!"

Others were also making a lot of noise.

"You're still trying to deny it. I heard it before. That guy you trust, Ji Wushi, is in cahoots with the Huashan Sect. He and the Huashan Sect set a trap to trick us into going up there to our deaths. Sima Da said it himself!"

Upon hearing this, the others became agitated, and even some of the onlookers changed their tune, looking at the gang members with scrutinizing eyes.

Is this a mutiny?

Jiang Ning was somewhat surprised to see this.

When he got a little closer and saw who was leading the conversation, he was momentarily stunned.

Isn't this Mr. Mo Da?

Mr. Mo raised his hand high, his expression was impassioned, and his white hair flew wildly.

"If they die on the front lines, I won't say anything. After all, my brother and I were prepared to die for the Holy Maiden when we came to Mount Hua to avenge her. But I absolutely will not allow them to be killed by the stupidity of our own people!"

Mr. Mo was deeply saddened, and although his tone was aged, it was still strong and resolute.

"One incompetent general can tire out the entire army!"

“We, thousands of heroes, have gathered here. We are all powerful figures, and dealing with a few dozen people from Huashan District should be a piece of cake. But even now, we have lost hundreds of men, yet we are still stuck here. Why is that?”

"We can't tolerate having an idiot as our leader who sends us to our deaths by currying favor with the holy envoy."

Mr. Mo's words resonated with others, who all expressed their anger.

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

They had been holding back their anger for a long time, and their inability to advance no matter what infuriated them. In particular, when they heard that Sima Da's stupidity had caused dozens of their experts to die for no reason, their dissatisfaction reached its peak.

Mr. Mo waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Sima Da has deceived the Holy Envoy, and is foolish and incompetent, causing us to suffer heavy casualties. We demand to see the Holy Envoy and have Sima Da executed!"

The crowd responded loudly.

"We request an audience with the Holy Envoy!"

"We request an audience with the Holy Envoy!"

"Sima Da, the righteous one!"

The gang members trembled with fear under the crowd's anger.

Jiang Ning, who was watching this scene from outside, couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking a little bewildered.

This was his second time meeting Mr. Mo Da, but this time it shattered his first impression of him.

To be honest, he was wondering where to find Mr. Mo, but he never expected to meet him in the most unlikely place.

He thought and thought, but he never expected that Mr. Mo would actually infiltrate the enemy's ranks.

Chapter 209 Yellow Plum Doesn't Fall, Green Plum Falls

"We must fight!"

"We must resist!"

"We don't want to be cannon fodder!"

Mr. Mo raised his right arm high, and his shouts were powerful and resounding.

The cold wind blew his white hair, making his face look even more weathered.

The people in the audience responded loudly.

As the noise grew louder, more and more people were heading this way.

The newly arrived people were unaware of what had happened, but after learning the situation, their expressions changed, and they joined the chorus of condemnation.

At this moment, a group of people were rushing towards this direction from the southeast.

"Old Jia, what are you doing!"

Upon hearing of the mutiny, Sima Da rushed over as if his pants were on fire, only to find Mr. Mo inciting others to mutiny.

"What am I doing? Island Master Sima, aren't you going to give me an explanation? My brother and so many martial arts masters responded to your call and launched a surprise attack from the back mountain, and now they're all dead up there, never to return! How are you going to explain this to us?!"

Mr. Mo was visibly excited.

Sima was shocked and furious: "What explanation do you want? Victory and defeat are common in war. It's normal for some people to die when we come to attack Mount Hua. Don't make trouble here!"

"Am I being unreasonable?"

Mr. Mo retorted without any hesitation.

"Life and death are predestined, I understand. We have come all this way knowing that some people will die, but it must not be caused by the commander's stupidity!"

"That's right!"

Immediately, someone echoed Mr. Mo, angrily saying, "We risked our lives to avenge the Holy Maiden, driven by sheer passion. But you son of a bitch, you used our lives to pay the price. So many of us died and we still couldn't break through. All you can do is tell us to launch a direct assault. You can't come up with any other solutions. What good are you?"

What this person said was exactly what the others were thinking. They had been harboring resentment for a long time, and now that someone had stirred it up, it all came out.

The crowd was filled with emotion, and Mr. Mo even pulled out a huqin from somewhere and began to play it while weeping.

"Heartless Heaven, why do you treat us, who are full of love, so cruelly? My brother, you left us so early, so inexplicably. How am I supposed to live? It's truly a case of the yellow plum falling but the green plum falling, and the white-haired having to bury the black-haired."

Mr. Mo played with great emotion, producing a melodious and poignant tune that moved listeners to tears.

They've even started singing!

Sima Da was both shocked and furious.

"Go and drag that old man down!"

Immediately, several gang members climbed onto the high platform to capture Mr. Mo.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Mo ran around dodging and shouting as he ran.

"Murder to silence them! Murder to silence them! Sima Da is going to kill them to silence them!"

The others were enraged and rushed forward, plunging the scene into chaos.

Jiang Ning, standing in the distance, stared wide-eyed, completely mesmerized.

He found it difficult to comment on this scene.

Mr. Mo's idealized image of a master was shattered.

Meanwhile, in another direction, several people watched all this with cold eyes and sneers on their faces.

"It seems they are nothing but a rabble."

One person spoke.

Another person crossed his arms and sneered, "The Holy Maiden actually took these small fry as her subordinates and even called herself a member of the Divine Cult. Several thousand people couldn't even take down a mere Huashan Sect. She has truly tarnished the prestige of my Divine Cult."

"Although there are many of these people, they are all just empty talkers who can only cheer and be used as cannon fodder."

One of them sneered, "I thought we could make a big fuss, but it's nothing special. I think the Grand Steward is overthinking it. He even sent us here specifically to keep watch."

"It was all due to youthful impetuosity and lack of composure that he prematurely revealed his strength."

The group of people watched the absurd scene unfold from a short distance away, chatting and laughing.

The center was in complete chaos and noise, attracting more and more people to come over.