Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 174 My First Solo Trip

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Mo Yuming had no idea why the person who drew this book would do such a thing.

Perhaps it was done intentionally to mislead others and provoke speculation;

Perhaps they wanted to hide certain information and didn't want outsiders to know.

Only those in the know understand its purpose. Or perhaps these ten images represent a profound martial art, or perhaps they are just a charade, and in reality nothing at all.

Mo Yuming carefully examined each page of the book, trying to find some valuable information.

Then, he studied it over and over again for an hour, trying every possible method, but he still couldn't find any valuable clues.

Finally, Mo Yuming tried to imitate the poses in the book for a while. He started by changing the pose from the first picture to the second, and then changed and manipulated them one by one, using the moves he had mastered to connect these poses.

But no matter how much I practiced, it felt very awkward and didn't look right at all.

After trying it, Mo Yuming had no choice but to give up and helplessly threw the broken thing into his storage bag.

By then, it was just beginning to get light. Mo Yuming pushed open the window of his room and looked outside.

He was staying in the upper room, which had a more open view from the window.

Through the window, he could see distant mountains shrouded in a thin mist; the air was fresh and full of spiritual energy. Mo Yuming stretched, took a deep breath, packed his belongings, and left the room to set off.

Mo Yuming sat on his horse and rode towards Zhongyuan City in the morning light.

Mo Yuming chose a white, strong horse this time. This type of horse is of medium size and relatively fast.

Although it cannot compare to the best Crimson Cloud Horse of the Great Crimson Kingdom, it is still quite good.

Most importantly, this type of horse is docile and durable. It is a common horse for ordinary merchants, unlike the Red Cloud Horse which attracts attention.

Mo Yuming released the reins, letting the horse walk forward on its own. The journey from Qianyuan Town to the next city was only about a hundred li, and at this horse's speed, they could arrive by noon.

If we speed up, we can reach the city closest to Zhongyuan City before evening. This city is less than fifty li from Zhongyuan City, and we can enter Zhongyuan City the next morning.

According to the previous plan, Jiang Yuheng would only launch an attack after the insider in Zhongyuan City had spread the news of Wu Ji's collusion with the criminals.

If Li Qing launches his attack as planned, Jiang Yuheng can lead his troops out in five days.

If Li Qing escapes or remains silent, the men who infiltrated earlier will expose the matter, and seven days later Jiang Yuheng will also lead his troops into battle.

As one of the ten cities under Wu Ji's control, Zhongyuan City governs a very large area.

In addition to the area under the jurisdiction of Shangyuan City, there are six other districts of the same level as Shangyuan City. Even within Zhongyuan City alone, there are nearly a million people and nearly 100,000 soldiers guarding the city.

Although the numbers were enormous and quite frightening at first glance, they didn't put too much pressure on Mo Yuming and his team. Sometimes, having more people doesn't necessarily mean being stronger.

The sun had already risen above the mountain peaks; the rising sunlight wasn't too dazzling, but it had a very strong power to create a captivating scene.

Wherever it shines, everything becomes golden. Mo Yuming took out a piece of fruit from his storage bag and ate it casually, while enthusiastically observing the beautiful scenery around him.

Having traveled to the Tianxuan Continent for six or seven years, this is the first time I've been traveling alone to experience this exotic landscape. Everything is so new and exciting.

Just as Mo Yuming was reveling in the magnificent morning scenery, faint shouts and cries came from the other side of the hillside.

Mo Yuming looked up and saw a small village nestled in the valley ahead, with a few simple wooden houses among the swaying shadows of the trees.

Mo Yuming spurred the horse, and the white horse, which was walking slowly, quickened its pace and headed towards the village ahead.

It was the time when farmers were cooking, and normally every household would be filled with the smoke of cooking fires. But today, this village of only seven or eight households was devoid of its former tranquility.

At that moment, more than ten people were surrounding the village.

These men were all riding warhorses, wearing armor, and holding steel swords.

Meanwhile, several other people in the village, dressed in the same gear and carrying steel knives, were going door to door, entering and exiting houses.

The shouts and cries that reached Mo Yuming's ears just now came from these rooms whose doors had been smashed open.

These people were clearly not robbers, but a group of soldiers receiving military pay.

It is estimated that a patrol team was passing through this village when the soldiers, who should have been fulfilling their duty to protect the country, were instead engaging in robbery and plunder.

Mo Yuming dismounted at a distance, quietly tied his horse to the woods, then took out his crossbow, hid among the trees and bushes, and carefully approached.

Taking advantage of the morning mist, Mo Yuming quietly slipped into a farmer's house.

At this moment, in the main room of the house, a man wielding a steel knife was ransacking the farmhouse, searching for the family's valuables. The household items were scattered all over the floor.

The couple, standing in the corner of the house, trembled with fear, the woman hiding in her husband's arms and sobbing softly.

Seeing this, Mo Yuming took advantage of the soldier's unpreparedness and suddenly leaped behind him, knocking the man unconscious with a single palm strike.

Then he gestured to the couple, telling them not to be afraid and not to make a sound.

The couple felt much more at ease when they saw that it was a handsome young man who had defeated the fierce soldier.

Following Mo Yuming's instructions, they quickly found ropes and tied the man up tightly, then gagged him with rags.

Then, with the help of the two men, Mo Yuming quietly entered another house from behind the main house.

Soon, the four soldiers who were causing trouble in the village were all tied up by Mo Yuming.

These soldiers, who were only at the peak of the Human Rank to the early stage of the Earth Rank, were utterly vulnerable.

Mo Yuming was afraid of making a noise that would disturb the people outside, so he chose to capture them by surprise.

Mo Yuming wanted to wipe them all out, which is why he didn't cause a big commotion.

The dozen or so people standing outside the village had been standing there for a long time, and seeing that the soldiers who had gone into the village had not yet come out, they felt a little strange.

The leader then selected two more people to go into the village to check, but after they went there, they still disappeared without a trace.

The leading soldier sensed something was wrong, so he immediately led the remaining nine men, on horseback, toward the village.

As they entered the village, they saw that the soldiers who had gone in earlier were gagged and tied to a large tree in the village. The doors of the houses were all tightly shut, and no one was standing outside.

"Who is it? Come out!"

The leader of the group shouted nervously, and the other nine men raised their steel knives, cautiously looking around.

No one answered the leader's question. The leader of the group felt a little scared. His Xuan Gong cultivation was only at the second level of the Earth Rank. He could usually show off in front of his soldiers, but he also knew that his level was basically at the bottom among cultivators.

No one answered his question; the village was very quiet.

When the group arrived at the place where the soldiers were tied up, the last soldier suddenly felt as if someone was behind him. Just as he was about to turn around to check, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.

Then several more people fell to the ground silently. When the leader of the group noticed, he found that only three people were still standing behind him.

In fact, they had only walked a few steps after entering the village, or rather, in the blink of an eye, six of the ten men in the group had been captured.

Their attacker was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

The leader of the group broke out in a cold sweat, mustered his courage, raised his knife, and shouted at the boy:

"Who dares to cause trouble here? Do you know we are the Wu Family Army!"