Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 37 Fire Fire Fire Fire

Ye Qingge?

Bathed in the interplay of moonlight and firelight, Gu Changfeng was able to clearly see the face of the woman in black.

The woman appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with delicate features, a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, fair skin, and a petite figure. She held a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, exuding a carefree and unrestrained demeanor and a heroic and spirited aura.

The Sword Sect has four Grandmasters.

Cai Qingyan, Feng Qingyang, Ouyang Qingzhao, and the person in front of them—Ye Qingge!

The internal energy cultivation techniques of the Huashan School have the effect of preserving youth.

Ye Qingge's actual age is a few years older than she looks, but she is still the youngest among her generation.

Therefore, everyone is used to calling her "Junior Martial Aunt".

in fact.

Gu Changfeng and Ye Qingge met only a handful of times.

Ye Qingge is stationed in Fufeng County, 300 miles west of Chang'an, and rarely returns to the mountain.

The first time I met her was three years ago.

Gu Changfeng suddenly had a whimsical idea to "marry off" Yue Buqun, so he started "pimping" for Yue Buqun on the mountain. Whenever he encountered a female disciple of suitable age, whether she was from the Qi Sect or the Sword Sect, he would go up and "enthusiastically promote" her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingge happened to be returning to the mountain.

He foolishly mistook Ye Qingge for a senior sister from the Sword Sect, calling her "little sister" repeatedly, and insisted on dragging her to the "Purple Qi Comes East Pavilion," intending to match her with Yue Buqun.

result--

Yue Buqun was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, trembling: "Junior Uncle, my junior brother is young and ignorant, unruly and willful. I hope Junior Uncle will forgive him."

Master Zixiao was also present at the time. He was so angry that his face turned green, and he rolled up his sleeves and gave Gu Changfeng a good beating.

Ye Qingge added fuel to the fire, saying, "Senior Brother Yue, it's normal for a child to be naughty and ignorant. Just give him a beating for two or three days and that's it."

And that's it, she also casually took several jars of aged wine from "Ziqi Donglai Xuan"...

After that, every time Ye Qingge returned to Mount Hua, she would always visit the "Purple Qi Comes from the East Pavilion," ostensibly to "instruct Gu Changfeng on martial arts," and she always returned with a full load of knowledge.

Gu Changfeng was left in pain all over his body, squatting on the ground drawing circles.

Let's set aside past grievances for now.

Now that Ye Qingge has appeared here, it is clear that Ouyang Qingzhao had planned it all along.

This place is indeed an excellent ambush location.

Gu Changfeng's previously anxious heart immediately calmed down, and he smiled at Ye Qingge, saying, "Junior Uncle, long time no see. When did you get here?"

Ye Qingge shook the wine jug in her hand, let out a burp, and replied lazily, "I've been here for several days now. Sigh, I'm just destined to suffer. If your Uncle Ouyang wants to kill and set fires, I can only obey."

Gu Changfeng suddenly noticed that there were relatively few people around him and asked in confusion, "Junior Uncle, how many people did you bring...?"

"Why are you asking so many questions, you little brat?" Ye Qingge said impatiently. "Come on, let's drink! You're just a bunch of clowns. Just watch the show here."

"Oh……"

Gu Changfeng nodded.

Ouyang Qingzhao wasn't injured at all, which means Luo Nanqing must be an undercover agent.

In other words, was that play just now another instance of feigning weakness to intimidate the enemy?

Gu Changfeng felt his mind was a bit confused, with too many questions that he couldn't sort out for the time being.

But seeing Ouyang Qingzhao and Ye Qingge's confident expressions, he decided to stop thinking about it, took the wine pot, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

Just then, Ye Qingge suddenly leaned over and said mysteriously, "Little Changfeng, I heard—you and Ling Shuang are getting married?"

"puff!"

Gu Changfeng hadn't even had a chance to swallow his drink before he spat it out.

Seeing that he was facing Ye Qingge, he quickly turned his head sharply—

As a result, the alcohol sprayed all over Cai Ling Shuang's face without any deviation.

"You—" Cai Ling Shuang trembled with anger.

Last time I vomited all over her, and this time I sprayed her face again. This feud is getting deeper and deeper—it's a fight to the death!

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to!" Gu Changfeng quickly apologized in a low voice.

"The big picture is paramount, the big picture is paramount..."

Cai Ling Shuang's face turned pale and then red. She wiped her face and took deep breaths to suppress her anger. "Junior Uncle, don't talk nonsense. That's not true."

"Oh dear, it's only natural for men to marry and women to marry, what's there to be shy about?" Ye Qingge waved her hand and said to Gu Changfeng, "But let's make this clear first, Ling Shuang is someone I've watched grow up, so the betrothal gifts can't be lacking!"

Gu Changfeng curled her lip, looking disgusted: "You're an old woman who hasn't even gotten married yet. You should worry about your own marriage first!"

"Who are you calling an old woman?!"

Ye Qingge flew into a rage, her voice becoming sharper. She stood up abruptly, her demeanor menacing, as if to say, "If I don't beat you to death today, I'm not a Ye."

At the critical moment, Ouyang Qingzhao suddenly spoke up to interrupt, "Stop fooling around, they're here."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, come and help me up. Let's make this a convincing performance."

……

……

Whoosh—!

In the darkness, sharp neighing of horses rang out.

Pei Muchen, Lu Huairong, Liu Wenling, Ji Wumian, and the others rode in side by side, each with a cold and stern face and a murderous intent in their eyes.

Behind them were the core experts of the three major families, their recruited retainers, and various affiliated forces.

A procession of over a thousand people surged into the valley. Due to the narrow road, the procession stretched into a long, winding snake, with torches dotting the landscape like a fiery serpent slowly moving through the night.

In the crowd, a figure wearing a human skin mask lowered his head and hid silently.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Ouyang Qingzhao stood in the middle of the mountain path, his body trembling slightly. If it weren't for Cheng Buyou supporting him, he would have seemed so badly injured that he could hardly stand.

Upon seeing this, Pei Muchen burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Ouyang Qingzhao, you've finally met your match?"

"Is this an attempt to use the terrain to fight like a cornered beast?" Lu Huairong sneered.

"You think you can stop us with just a few defeated soldiers?" Liu Wenling's eyes were contemptuous and his face full of sarcasm.

Ouyang Qingzhao gripped his longsword, coughed, and slowly said, "Do you really intend to wipe us out? I have already surrendered Chang'an with my bare hands, are you... not even willing to leave us a way out?"

Xue Huairong sneered, "So you're letting you go back to Mount Hua, then waiting for you to regroup and come back to fight again?"

Ouyang Qingzhao sighed softly, slowly closed her eyes, and said, "Alas, I had no intention of killing, why are you forcing me? Since you don't want to give me a way out, then none of you will live."

He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted sharply:

"Let's do it!"

At that very moment.

Flames suddenly appeared on both sides of the hillside!

In the night wind, figures appeared like ghosts from high above, all of them disciples of Mount Hua.

They held black jars in their hands and hurled them down at the enemies below!

"Bang—bang bang bang—!"

Countless cans smashed onto the ground, horseback, and people, the liquid inside splashing everywhere and igniting instantly upon contact with a spark!

"It's kerosene! Quick—get out of the way!"

"Aaaaaah—Fire! Help—!"

Just then, a mountain wind suddenly rose up and roared past from east to west.

The wind fanned the flames, and the flames were fueled by the wind!

The raging flames rolled on, engulfing the group of over a thousand people in the blink of an eye. The screams were deafening, as if the gates of hell had opened!

However, the location where Gu Changfeng and the others were was completely unaffected, and they could only feel a slight heat wave.

At this moment, Gu Changfeng suddenly recalled the three words Ouyang Qingzhao had said earlier:

—Waiting for the wind to come!