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Chapter 1292 My Military Advisor

Chapter 1292 My Military Advisor

The strong sunlight outside is blinding.

Ning Ji jumped in through the broken window. It was dark in front of him for a moment, but the dancing wind had already outlined the silhouette of the fight in the room. Tun Yun was rushing towards him with the huge sleeves of his cassock. As soon as they met, the opponent's palm wind whistled, and Ning Ji's sword flashed forward.

"die--"

The young man was anxious and injured, his face was covered in blood. At this time, he swung his sword and it turned into two swords dancing like a mountain, pressing down on the opponent desperately. In the darkness, only the sound of clinking, flames flying, and occasionally the sound of the sword entering the flesh could be heard.

Ning Ji was ready to fight to the death with both of them, but Tun Yun's palm wind didn't really hit him, because before he could strike, his robes were grabbed by the big man on the other side. He blocked Ning Ji's sword dance with his iron sleeve on one hand, and fought back with the other hand. The next moment, the other side was hit by his palm, and Tun Yun's whole body was twisted because the strong punch had hit him hard in the ribs.

"Wow--" Tun Yun roared, his mouth full of blood. Ning Ji's knife had already cut his arm and shoulder, and was rolling towards his head. He exerted all his strength, raised his iron armor, and tried to force Ning Ji's attack with his fists. Ning Ji shot a flying knife at his head and face, and retreated two steps. From the other side, a fierce gust of wind whistled towards Tun Yun again.

The man who had fought with Tun Yun in the room before, grabbed Tun Yun's robe when Ning Ji drew his knife, and gave him a heavy punch on the right rib. When Tun Yun fought back with all his strength, he had already retreated slightly, and at the moment when Tun Yun was exhausted, the powerful fist came like a chariot.

With a loud bang, the iron pieces and gravel exploded all over the sky. Ning Ji relied on his intuition and swung a "Cut the Cloud Mountain" move in the air, and blood burst out in the air like an explosion.

That powerful and calm fist hit the iron cassock on Tunyun's body, and at the same time smashed through the blue brick wall next to it. Tunyun escaped at the last moment with his lifelong training in lightness skills, but was still slashed by Ning Ji.

"Good job." Ning Ji seemed to hear a gentle and steady compliment.

But he didn't have time to chew on it. As soon as Tunyun landed, he ran to the other side of the house. A faint buzzing sound came from there. In the farthest corner of the house, a big man was holding a spear with the tip of the spear hanging on the ground.

Ning Ji only had time to see clearly that Qu Longjun was standing behind the big man, holding a short gun in his hand, and no one knew where it came from.

He just realized that in this room, before he caught up with him, there were already two masters waiting to capture Tun Yun.

The tall man with the gun did not move much, and Tunyun did not run over there either - he wanted to lift up the tables and chairs in the house and throw them over, but although he was fast, before he could stretch out his hand, a fierce fist had already hit his side. The master in gray robe moved at high speed, but the opponent was also as fast as lightning in this narrow house. In a blink of an eye, the heavy punch broke the bluestone and split the wall bricks. Tunyun dodged a few punches and fought a few more. He wanted to leave from the roof by light skills, but he was approached by the opponent, grabbed his waist, and smashed to the ground. He rolled on the ground, but he was already in the direction of Ning Ji. The great master didn't even say anything extra, and rushed over with blood in his mouth and fists! Trying to break through Ning Ji and escape from the window he entered.

Ning Ji's sword flashed, cutting wounds on his body and blood spurting out. It seemed that because the man who used the fist had been following Tun Yun two steps away, Ning Ji was ready for a head-on collision, but he was not injured.

This was a scene that even Ning Ji found strange.

The next moment, Tun Yun, covered in blood, slammed into the blue brick wall that was protruding outward on the side of the house with all his strength.

Ning Ji took out his musket and fired a shot in that direction. Bang—and beside him, he seemed to hear the man who was punching say, "General Gao."

The tall man in the corner of the house threw the spear in his hand over.

A loud bang was also heard, and a big hole was knocked open in the blue brick wall, and the skylight outside fell in through the dust. Tunyun rushed out with blood, and before he could pull his body up, the gun wind whistled, and he turned his head to take a look.

With a loud bang, Canglongfu flew several feet with Tunyun's body and slammed heavily into a bluestone at the end of the courtyard.

"Well……"

The blood-soaked tall monk was pierced sideways. Even though he was pierced on the stone, the great master's powerful blood made his body move. He groaned, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his hand was on the spear, as if he was still trying to pull himself out. The afternoon sun was blazing. Yue Fei, who threw the spear, was the first to appear beside him, but he just glanced at him and turned away. Many people had gradually appeared around the courtyard.

With a bang, another musket shot at him, followed by a few more bangs, and then bang, bang, bang, bang—

Ning Ji stood in the yard and saw the musketeers coming over. Then, Cheng Zhouhai, who seemed to have been watching the excitement from the eaves, also appeared. He watched the musketeers finish a round, walked a little closer, tilted his head and looked at the dead master on the spear. Then he shook his finger and issued an order to the musketeers.

"One more round."

In the afternoon sun, the musket fired a second round at Tunyun's body, almost breaking half of it.

The sunlight gradually gathered, and Ning Ji could feel his still violent heartbeat, his blood rushing, and his breathing seemed to be filled with anxiety... Qu Longjun ran over from behind: "Xiaolong!" She hugged Ning Ji, who was also covered in blood, "Are you okay? Are you okay..."

Ning Ji wiped his forehead and found blood on his body. He wanted to comfort Qu Longjun and hug him back, but at this moment, his subconscious seemed to realize something, which made him stare at Cheng Zhouhai. He raised his hand and pointed at him, breathing hard.

“Cheng Zhou Hai!” he shouted. “Cheng Zhou Hai!”

"This is also a plan that I had to make." Cheng Zhouhai sighed, "But I have made many arrangements to ensure that everything is foolproof. Now that the most troublesome enemy has been dealt with, you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"What...what plan...what plan!"

The tall man came behind Ning Ji and put his hand on his shoulder: "Your blood circulation is too fast, you need to breathe slowly, otherwise it will be harmful to your body..."

Ning Ji waved his hands and wanted to curse: "Who the hell are you?" but failed to push the other person away.

Cheng Zhouhai stood there and thought for a moment: "Since the establishment of Zhuji..."

Ning Ji didn't hear much.

He fainted.

……

"...Since the establishment of Zhuji, it seems that the most troublesome enemies have always been people like Sikong Nan and Monk Tunyun..."

In the afternoon, the shade of the big banyan tree covered half of the yard, and the sun was still shining warmly, casting golden light all over the ground. In the quiet room, Ning Ji had already woken up, and the girl in a white dress helped him sit up and explained to him everything that happened today.

"...Especially in Fuzhou recently, Monk Tunyun is very careful about his reputation. Even if he is with a master like Fan Zhong, he will give up the action at the slightest obstacle. He doesn't want to get hurt, and our people can't catch him at all...After Tie Tianying was injured, this problem has been taken seriously by Mr. Cheng. Many people in the Secret Investigation Department believe that since the other party has two such great masters, even if they will not join forces at the beginning, as the situation becomes tense, the court will sooner or later face a difficult problem...All the arrangements began at that time..."

"...At first, all we could think of was a defensive strategy...It was too troublesome to set up a trap for Monk Tunyun, and we could hardly find any loopholes. So we could only transfer more people over and guard against thieves for a thousand days...It wasn't until he showed interest in you as a disciple that we found some ways...If we just go with the flow, it would be too easy, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be fooled. Besides, everyone said that it would be dangerous for you...So later we thought of a trick to sell you...no, sell me out..."

"...After all, I, Long Aotian, was beaten to death in Huaiyunfang, so there was a flaw... Monk Tunyun wanted to take you as his apprentice, but in a blink of an eye he found out that you had tricked him. Then, he discovered that you had a weakness, so he might have been adventurous out of anger and lost his past timidity and clarity... Later, I found out that things really went according to plan..."

"...In order to avoid any accidents, Mr. Cheng made a lot of arrangements. Initially, he hoped that General Gao Chong would bring the elite troops of the Beiwei Army. But after General Yue learned about your situation, he came in person... In order to prevent me from making mistakes, he even gave me his own musket..."

"What do you mean I won't let you make any mistakes? Can you shoot?" Ning Ji got angry and turned his head away.

"I won't. I'm wrong."

Qu Longjun knelt beside him and admitted his mistake neatly.

"Well... I won't give the gun back to him."

"I won't return it. I won't return it even if I cheat." Qu Longjun pursed his lips: "Or... you can beat me up to vent your anger."

Ning Ji's face turned slightly red, and he was unhappy.

But thinking back carefully, Tunyun was indeed the greatest threat he had ever felt, but in the end he died a particularly miserable death. After entering the room, even though his Qinggong was superb, he was suppressed by the main attacker in the room the whole time. The opponent's boxing was fierce, similar to Chen Fan's style, and his footwork and body movements were also wonderful. The combination of boxing and footwork in his hands, every punch was as terrifying as a mountain collapsing, and coupled with the terrain restrictions in the house, Tunyun's superb Qinggong was not able to escape the opponent's footwork.

Eight Flash Flips, this is the step of the Fanzi Fist passed down by Zhou Tong. Ning Ji has some understanding of it and has seen Yinping and Yue Yun use it, but it is completely different from what he saw today.

That was Yue Fei, Yue Pengju, who led the Beiwei Army.

It was almost evening, the leaves rustled softly, and Qu Longjun sat beside him like a rabbit.

"Actually... we were pushed to that point. Mr. Cheng said that if he had told you about it in advance, you might not have been able to trick Monk Tunyun... He's targeting you now. If we make enemies with such a bad guy in the martial arts world, I'm afraid something bad will happen sooner or later... What can I do?"

"You can hit me and scold me...but you can't be so angry that you don't want me..." Her eyes turned red and tears fell from her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Ning Ji frowned: "Why, why are you crying..."

"I didn't cry." Qu Longjun hugged him. As he had just been injured, he didn't dare to use too much force. "Xiaolong, I've thought about this before. If I don't listen to you and do something wrong, I will... um... have many ways to apologize. If you are unhappy, you can punish me slowly in the future..."

There was silence in the room for a while, and Ning Ji poked the fingers of his hands together.

"Uh...what...what way to apologize..."

"I'll tell you when you're healed."

"Uh... Actually..." Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, a little embarrassed, "Actually... I just have some blood disorder today... The flesh wounds on my body are actually nothing..."

Qu Longjun kissed her gently.

The evening sun shone gently through the gaps in the trees. The two young and energetic bodies hugged each other quietly. After a while, Ning Ji felt wet drops of water sliding down his cheeks again. Qu Longjun, who had been so calm all the time, finally hugged him and cried.

"Xiaolong, Xiaolong..." she cried, "I'm also scared to death. I still want to have children with you. I also want you to be angry and punish me when I do something wrong in the future. I want to be with you forever. Xiaolong, I'm so scared today..."

“…Waaaaaaaa…” She finally cried like a baby…

Well, happy Dragon Boat Festival then.