Chapter 114

Pang Jun stayed in the courtyard of Luosha's mother and daughters for two consecutive nights, enjoying the passionate service of these exotic beauties, especially Ekaterina and Ishniya. They were so happy that they wished Pang Jun was with them every moment. Pang Jun's purpose of coming here was also achieved: to prevent Lyudmila from leaving here temporarily. Her daughters developed feelings and dependence on Pang Jun, and the unfamiliarity with the hometown they had never been to made them unwilling to follow her away from Songzhou easily.

　　For Pang Jun, it would be even better if he could make the women pregnant. However, the women around him had been having sex with him for so long, but none of them were pregnant. Pang Jun did not expect to make these beauties pregnant in two days. What he did not know was that far away in the Prince of Wei's Mansion in Tianjing City, his biological mother, Princess Tang Yuxian, had a faintly visible bulge in her belly.

　　After enjoying the perfect service of the people, Pang Jun calmed down. For him, a new plan started.

　　Running on the mountain road outside Songzhou City, the people of the Five Mountains Sword Sect felt a little excited and more depressed. Three hours ago, Pang Jun passed a message to them that someone saw a ragged, furtive man in a valley fifty miles east of Songzhou. According to the description, he seemed to be the target pursued by all the major sects this time - a tomb robber nicknamed "Mouse" who held the martial arts books of all the major sects.

　　After receiving the news from Pang Jun, the people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect immediately organized their forces and headed straight for the eastern suburbs. However, even though they had left the city as low-key as possible, their full-scale mobilization was still seen by those who had ulterior motives. In less than an hour, all the martial artists in Songzhou City knew about the unusual movements of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and headed for the eastern suburbs of Songzhou.

　　There was a dense forest in the eastern suburbs of Songzhou, filled with fog. Generally speaking, this is a sparsely populated place. However, at this moment, the wind was whistling, people were dancing, and birds were startled and flew away. A middle-aged thin man, who was very short and had no flesh on his body, was limping forward, but he did not pay attention to the stone under his feet. He stepped on it, screamed "Ah", and fell to the ground.

　　Before he could catch his breath, a large number of people appeared in the jungle behind him. They were dressed differently and included men, women, young and old, from all walks of life. They surrounded the thin man and stared at him closely.

　　The skinny man looked at the crowd around him in despair and shouted, "My dear heroes, my dear men, I won't run away, please, please let me live. I told you, I'll leave the books on that hilltop. If you don't believe me, just follow me to get them. Why do you have to kill us all?"

　　"Hmph, Rat, you are a despicable person, two-faced. Today you say that the books have been sold, and tomorrow you say that they are buried somewhere else. Hand over the books of my Angry Dragon Gang quickly, otherwise you will be in trouble!" A big man stepped forward with a knife and threatened viciously.

　　"Hahaha, the classics of the Angry Dragon Gang? Everyone in the martial arts world doesn't know that you, the Angry Dragon Gang, are a group of pirates making a living on the river. You are just trying to take advantage of us by returning our classics to us." As soon as the man from the Angry Dragon Gang finished speaking, a middle-aged woman spoke again.

　　"Don't spit blood on me. How dare you, an old hag, slander our Angry Dragon Gang!"

　　…

　　Huangfu Junyi could not help but frowning as he looked at the noisy crowd. Some of this mob did want to retrieve the classics of their own sect, but more of them wanted to take advantage of the situation and peek into the classics of other sects. What's worse, some of them were not going for the classics, but for the burrowing rat. The ultimate goal was the tomb of the previous dynasty that he had entered. However, this burrowing rat was still resisting stubbornly, and the classics of various sects had not been returned intact yet, so these people started fighting each other.

　　"Amitabha..." At this time, a Buddhist chant was heard among the crowd. The sound was full of penetrating inner strength, which immediately frightened those who were about to start a fight. Then an old monk walked out. Everyone looked closely and found that he was Master Tianye, a high-ranking monk of the "Tian" generation of Shaolin Temple.

　　Seeing that it was the Shaolin Temple who came forward, those on the verge of conflict could only withdraw their weapons in dismay. Master Tianye looked around and said, "The purpose of everyone coming here today is to get the martial arts manuals of their respective sects that this donor has obtained. The same is true for my Shaolin. Why don't we let this donor return the manuals of various sects first?"

　　"Master Tianye is right. He hasn't even got back our sect's classics, but he's already starting to come up with other crooked ideas. How ridiculous!" The speaker was Yu Meng from the Hengshan School.

　　Seeing that the disciples of the major sects had spoken, even those who wanted to take advantage of the situation and cause trouble had to think twice. Those who were on the verge of a fight just now began to put away their weapons, stop fighting, and take a step back.

　　Huangfu Junyi suggested, "How about this? Master Tianye is a Shaolin monk with great moral integrity. Let the Shaolin disciples escort this burrowing rat, and we will go to the place where the martial arts manuals are buried and find the manuals first. What do you think?"

　　"Mrs. Ling is right. I support her." All martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin. Moreover, Master Tianye is a well-known and respected monk. Logically, he does not covet the classics as much as others. Therefore, Huangfu Junyi's proposal was supported by some people from the sect who just wanted to take back the classics. The rest of the people who really had selfish motives did not say anything and acquiesced to her proposal.

　　Then, the poor tomb robber, under the escort of the Shaolin disciples, headed towards the place where the classics were buried.

　　After walking for about half an hour, the group arrived in front of a cave. The mole pointed timidly into the dark cave and said, "Those books are inside the cave."

　　"Then, please accompany me into the cave to get the book."

　　The cave was not big and could only accommodate more than ten people. So only a few Shaolin monks and a few people from various martial arts sects followed the burrowing rat into the cave. Not long after they walked, the burrowing rat pointed to a place and said, "My fellow heroes, those books are buried here. Dig a foot and you will find them."

　　Several people exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Dig it yourself. If you find it, we'll let you go."

　　The mole had no choice but to kneel on the ground and start digging bit by bit with his hands at the place he had marked.

　　After digging for about two cups of tea, they saw that the mud pit had become more than half a foot deep. According to the mole, there were a lot of classics, a whole big bag. Logically, he only dug a pit one foot deep and two feet square when he buried them. It shouldn't be possible that he dug half a foot without any traces.

　　Some people in the cave had already lost their patience, and one of them shouted, "Are you lying to us? Where is the book you were talking about?!"

　　The mole was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Master, master, please spare my life. I really buried those books in this place. I will continue digging and show you." He begged for mercy while desperately digging the hole with his broken hands.

　　"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." Suddenly, a clear laugh rang out in the jungle around the cave, and then a triumphant voice came from outside, "Don't waste your time, the books you want are here with me..." As soon as the words fell, a masked man in black walked out of the woods and appeared in front of everyone. Everyone saw that he was holding two books in his hands, one of which was "Purple Cloud Divine Art" by Huashan School, and "Flying Flower Palm" by Dian Cang School!

　　Everyone was shocked and pointed at the man in black and said, "Who are you? You are sneaking around. Hand over our sect's books! We will let you go!"

　　"Let me go?" The man in black patted his chest, "I want to see who will let whom go today!" Then, he waved his hand, and shadowy figures appeared in the jungle. In just a moment, the martial artists present found that hundreds of them were surrounded by this group of uninvited guests.

　　"Japanese!" This group of people suddenly appeared, each of them had a murderous look and different appearances, but the curved Japanese swords in their hands exposed their identities.

　　"Very good, very good," at this time, a tall young man walked out from the group of Japanese people. He squinted his eyes and said to the people from the major sects, "We are Japanese. Let me introduce myself first. I am the seventh of the "Thirty-Six Swords" under Jianlu Wushen, Yoshikawa Harumitsu, and these are all my disciples under the Wushen." He pointed to the group of murderous Japanese warriors behind him and said.

　　The Japanese martial god who was ranked among the top ten masters of the Heavenly Ranking? The faces of the martial artists were uncertain.

　　At this time, Yu Meng shouted, "You Japanese sneaked into my Great Jin, what are you trying to do? "

　　Yoshikawa Harumitsu pointed at the man in black and said, "Ah? Stealing? No, no, no, no, it just happened that this gentleman told me that a group of martial arts masters from the Central Plains recently came to this remote Songzhou. I have admired the martial arts of the Central Plains for a long time, so I just wanted to come here to learn from you and, by the way, to recruit a few martial arts heroes to work for my Japan."

　　"You are dreaming. The Japanese have evil ambitions and you still want me to work for you? Pah, you guys, you dare to challenge our Central Plains martial arts world? Let's go and kill them all!" The speaker was a big man. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out his long sword and prepared to fight. However, as soon as he drew out his weapon, his limbs suddenly went limp and he fell to his knees with a "pop".

　　"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot. In case we can't invite you all, we have already sprinkled a little medicinal powder before we showed up. It is colorless and odorless, and has no harm to your internal organs. It just makes your limbs weak. After all, you are all martial arts masters, and I am just a small warrior. I may not be able to defeat you, hahahaha."

　　The martial artists were filled with shock and anger, and they all drew their weapons. However, the moment they used their martial arts skills, their limbs involuntarily became weak and they collapsed to the ground.