The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

At this moment, in the team led by Meng Yi, through Wang Er's translation, everyone knew the conversation between the two parties.

Ying Bu, standing nearby, raised his voice and sneered, "Haha, don't poke me! With your meager abilities, you're actually trying to climb the princess's ladder! You'd better get out of here! The princess doesn't look down on the likes of you!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chu's face instantly turned ashen with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and retorted in that extremely stiff and awkward Central Plains dialect, "How dare you be so arrogant! I swear I will chop you down with my sword!"

After saying this, he opened his eyes wide and stared at Ying Bu, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

After hearing this, Ying Bu smiled with disdain. He suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and pointed it at Mo Chu, with the sword flashing with a cold light.

"Just you? Are you worthy enough to fight with me? Come on, let me teach you how to behave!" Ying Bu shouted and took a step forward with an imposing manner.

Seeing this, Mo Chu was not afraid at all. He just held the scimitar in his hand tightly, staring at Ying Bu with his eyes, without any intention of retreating.

He thought to himself, "I, Mo Chu, have been roaming the grasslands for many years. I have superb riding skills and strong martial arts. How could I be afraid of someone like you?" Thinking of this, Mo Chu couldn't help but gain more confidence, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clanging sound, and the two men instantly engaged in a fierce battle. For a moment, swords flashed and shadows crisscrossed, sparks flew everywhere.

Ying Bu moved like the wind, his long sword slashing out like lightning, each blow carrying a fierce momentum that seemed to tear the air apart. Mo Chu was nimble, the scimitar in his hand as cunning as a venomous snake, constantly searching for Ying Bu's flaws.

Ying Bu took a sudden step forward, slashing with his long sword, stirring up a gust of wind. Mo Chu dodged sideways, thrusting his scimitar upwards, attempting a counterattack. Ying Bu, however, was prepared. He spun and slashed downwards, aiming for the top of Mo Chu's head. Mo Chu quickly swung his sword to block, and the two swords collided with a resounding clang.

Mo Chu's moves became increasingly chaotic, and his breathing became rapid. Ying Bu, on the other hand, grew more courageous as the fight went on, each of his moves imbued with immense power, leaving Mo Chu with difficulty.

Finally, under Ying Bu's powerful kick, Mo Chu screamed and flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground. The scimitar in his hand also flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and then deeply embedded in the soil beside him.

Ying Bu walked towards Mo Chu step by step, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. Mo Chu struggled to get up, but his body was so weak that he couldn't move at all.

It turned out that Mo Chu had been indulging in alcohol and sex for many years, and had already wasted his body. Now facing Ying Bu's fierce attack, it was naturally difficult for him to resist.

Just at this moment, Mo Chu's deputy general shouted at the top of his lungs: "General! Spare his life!" His voice was so loud that it seemed to break through the sky.

The deputy general had a clear mind. He knew very well that if anything happened to Mo Chu, all 300 people present today would probably not be able to escape the disaster and would definitely be buried with Mo Chu.

In a flash, the lieutenant, utterly frantic, rushed to Princess Talilean's mount, knelt on both knees, and kowtowed, begging with all his might: "Your Highness, please have mercy and forgive us! Our prince was only momentarily possessed by evil will and has offended our distinguished guest. We beg you to show us mercy and show us mercy. We are willing to leave all three hundred fine horses behind as an apology to our distinguished guest."

However, at this moment, Princess Talleyrand was already deeply attracted by Ying Bu's heroic appearance in the battle. She was completely immersed in the atmosphere of bravery and fearlessness, and was unable to extricate herself for a long time. So much so that she did not hear the deputy general's pleading for mercy.

Seeing this, Yelich, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but cough twice, trying to get the princess's attention: "Ahem..." But Talleyrand still didn't respond. In desperation, Yelich had to lower his voice again and call out: "Princess...Princess..."

Finally, Talleyrand snapped back to reality, as if waking from a dream. She instantly dropped her smile, replaced it with a solemn expression, and said solemnly, "Whether or not to spare Mo Chu is not up to me alone; it depends on the wishes of the distinguished guest."

Then, Talleyrand, with a broad smile on his face, asked Ying Bu loudly, "Batur, they have offered to compensate us with three hundred horses. What are you going to do with this Mochu?"

Hearing Talleyrand's clear and urgent call, Ying Bu was unfamiliar with the word "Batur" and didn't understand its meaning. However, with his keen intuition and years of experience, Ying Bu immediately realized that Talleyrand was seeking advice on how to deal with Mo Chu. So, he quickly cast his eyes to Meng Yi beside him.

At this moment, Meng Yi's expression was remarkably calm. He shook his head slightly, a small but noticeable movement. Ying Bu instantly grasped Meng Yi's intention and knew exactly how to respond to Talleyrand.

Ying Bu smiled and said to Talleyrand in a firm tone, "The guest follows the host's wishes. Everything is subject to the princess's decision and judgment."

"In that case, thank you Batur for giving me face." Talleyrand raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile as brilliant as a blooming spring flower. Then he turned his head gently to look at the deputy general who was still kneeling on the ground and trembling. His face suddenly turned cold and he shouted sternly: "Go back quickly and tell Mo Chu that this time, the princess will spare his life for Batur's sake. But if he does it again, he will not be let off easily! He will be severely punished!"

Upon hearing this, the deputy general felt as if he had been granted amnesty and kowtowed in gratitude. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your magnanimity and compassion! Thank you, Young Master, for your righteous assistance! We will take our leave immediately."

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly stood up and led his men to hurriedly help Mo Chu up. He turned around and left in a panic, as if he was afraid that Talleyrand would suddenly change his mind.

Wang Er stood beside Meng Yi and respectfully explained, "General, you may not know that the title 'Batur' is actually a respectful title used by the Qiang people to honor brave and fearless men."

Hearing this, Meng Yi and the people around him suddenly realized that they finally understood the profound meaning of Princess Talilan's name.

Seeing this, Han Xin, who was standing by, showed a gloating expression on his face and said with a grin, "Brother Ying Bu, it seems that you are quite charming. Even this beautiful princess is fond of you! Haha, I am really envious!"

After hearing what Han Xin said, Ying Bu's originally dark face turned as red as a ripe apple. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

At that moment, Princess Talilane came slowly riding her steed. Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. She walked straight up to Ying Bu and said joyfully, "Batur, you are truly amazing! I want to know where you are from and where you are going this time."

After saying this, she looked at Ying Bu expectantly, as if she couldn't wait to get the answer from him.