The Villain's Counterattack

Sun Yuankai is good at horse riding, which was originally an aristocratic sport in Jidi City. In order to prove that he was of noble birth and not a loser, he had studied hard and practiced hard. And this body was born in the Western Regions, so riding a horse was a common thing for him and it had become an instinct.

Not only was he riding a slow horse, but he also had a sixty-jin vajra on his back, which slowed down his speed a bit. However, it was impossible for him to drop the weapon. He rode his horse as hard as he could, but was still caught up by others.

The God Ma Wang faced the great monk of the Vajra Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, but their styles were very different. Although both were fat, Han Baoju was quite flexible and good at using a golden dragon whip, specializing in attacking the lower body. However, the monk Duoji practiced the Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, and his strength was extraordinary. His foundation was solid but not flexible enough, and his moves were open and closed, and he wanted to fight hard everywhere.

This was the enemy's territory, and Sun Yuankai knew he couldn't delay, otherwise he would lose his life. He resisted Han Baoju's golden dragon whip, snatched his strong horse, and fled in a panic with wounds all over his body.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. Han Baoju called himself the Horse King God. He was very good at judging and training horses, but he could not steer a slow horse better than a strong one. What's more, this slow horse was just ridden to death by monk Doji. He could only watch the enemy go away and he had no choice but to turn back.

Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, was not surprised that the enemy had reached the foot of the mountain. The area under his real control was the entire mountain, so it was expected that the people at the foot of the mountain would relax a little. However, today was different from the past. It was the day of the transaction with the Prince of Qi's Mansion. He was a little unhappy that the guests saw that he lacked control.

But this wasn't enough to make him fly into a rage. He summoned Black Iron Pillar for detailed questioning, which delighted the lowly underling. He recounted his conversation with the bald thief and said smugly, "That bald thief was born with the appearance of a thief. I wasn't suspicious at first, but his Chinese had a strong Tartar accent, and he didn't know much about the Qi Palace (the big fat sheep), so I was extremely suspicious. I tried to test him a few times, and when I saw that he was actually trying to get on board, I knew he wasn't a good person, but a traitor."

Zhu Cong listened from the side, a smile on his face, fanning himself with his folding fan. He glanced at Peng Lianhu and said, "I see. The image of our Qi Wangfu as a sucker has become so deeply rooted in people's hearts. It seems we really gave too much before. Next time, I'll give you a 50% discount."

The Black Iron Pillar suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to say that he was a sucker in front of the person in charge, so he denied it repeatedly in a hurry, but he became more and more anxious as he spoke, and finally he stammered and couldn't speak, which made Zhu Cong laugh. Peng Lianhu slapped the Black Iron Pillar away, but he knew in his heart that the price and other things were not important. The important thing was not to leave these civilians to be corrupted by foreigners.

Although Zhu Cong is talented, it is not his turn to make the decision on this matter. He is a meticulous, careful, well-read and cunning person. He is the main person in charge of communication between the Qi Wang Mansion and the Central Plains on the Luzon side. He is also in a high position and has great power, but he is upright and honest. He is good to himself and others and does not look down on them because of his status.

However, Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, knew that he looked up to him, probably because he was in danger but still helped the Han people escape from the sea of ​​fire. Although it was not his intention, he still earned his respect. It has to be said that things in the world are unpredictable.

The Horse God Han Baoju turned around quickly and said that the enemy was cunning, had great kung fu skills and was extremely powerful. He did not keep him and he escaped on horseback. Zhu Cong couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the weak horse. His brother was making a fool of himself again. If he really had the heart to kill the strong horse, would it be really difficult?

However, a mere Mongolian Tartar spy is nothing big. The Prince of Qi's Mansion spans tens of thousands of miles across the sea, but is not afraid of him at all. It's just that this time, the Thousand-Handed Butcher Peng Lianhu will be hated by the Mongolian Tartars. You must know that all those who are close to the Jin Dynasty's God of War, Prince of Qi Wanyan Kang, are hated by them.

Hearing Zhu Cong's apology, Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Man-Slayer, waved his hands and said nonchalantly, "With Brother Sha's help, I'm not afraid of those Tartars. If I can't make it here, I can go overseas and seek refuge with the prince. I still have some dignity."

Zhu Cong: Are you bragging about following Yang Kang early? It's just that the person you follow is Wanyan Kang, not the real Yang Kang. However, this Thousand-Handed Man-Slayer Peng Lianhu is certainly talented. If he were in Korea or Japan, he might actually make a difference.

At this moment, Zhu Cong also turned black.

However, Sun Yuankai ran for more than ten miles before slowing down. Before he could catch his breath, a shout came from the front and his horse was tripped. Three or five burly men surrounded him, but nearly half of them were injured by his vajra.

"Wait, is Brother Doji here in person? Why are you here? How is the contact with the Yellow River Gang going?" The voice sounded familiar, but who else could it be but Prince Huodu? Why was he here too?

Wait, it makes sense for him to be here. He came here partly for the bandits and robbers, and partly for him, right?

Sun Yuankai put away his vajra and, without even glancing at the man groaning in pain on the ground, walked straight towards Huo Du. "Junior Brother Huo Du, the Yellow River Gang is truly shameless. They actually used a sneak attack to knock us out. If I hadn't been so alert, I'd have been captured and used as a favor. The Yellow River Gang is used to doing business on the water, but they've long been pawns of the Qi Wang Mansion of the Jin Kingdom. Even ruthless bandits like Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, have colluded with the Jin Kingdom. I just escaped from their stronghold."

"Look at those huge ships! They're evidence of Peng Lianhu's collusion with the Jin. They're filled with Han slaves." Sun Yuankai looked heartbroken, but suddenly said, "Junior Brother Huodu, the Central Plains is a wonderful place, a glamorous world far from the poverty of Tibet. I'd like to find a job here, and I'd like your help."

Huo Du's spirits lifted upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Brother Duoji wants to serve the empire, so how can I not support him? This is easy. I just don't know what position he wants to pursue?"

"It's a job that requires little effort but brings many benefits. It won't interfere with your cultivation." Sun Yuankai's words made Huo Du frown. He also wanted such a good job. However, he rolled his eyes and chuckled, "If you're talking about such a job, Junior Brother does have one. I wonder if you have the courage to take it on?"

Sun Yuankai curled his lips in disdain at this lame provocation and glanced at him. Prince Huodu said a few words without taking it seriously: "Mongolia, escort the envoy to the Jin Kingdom!"

Well, he was indeed a thug, and one in a dangerous position, but wasn't that exactly what he wanted? He pretended to be hesitant, but then, provoked by Prince Huodu, he raised his neck and agreed, acting like a fool, a fool that even Sun Yuankai himself felt was a bit foolish.