Gongsun Yang didn't reply to him, and was still looking into the distance. Bai Xiuping couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this guy was really taciturn, and he was even more capable of pretending to be a master than he was back then.
But since the other party will appear on this road, given the relationship between Wu Xing Palace and the Great Wall, could it be that he has just returned from the Turks?
Bai Xiuping was also thick-skinned, so Gongsun Yang ignored him and still said to himself: "Do you like this river?"
Seeing that the other party had been talking to Gongsun Yang, Mu Lian said impatiently: "If you don't want to have your tongue cut off, just shut up."
She looked familiar, even she had never spoken to the Young Palace Master like this.
Hearing Mu Lian's threat, Bai Xiuping didn't care and sneered: "With your current body? What do you think you can do to me?"
Mu Lian gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you want to live?"
Bai Xiuping stood up suddenly and strode towards Mu Lian. Mu Lian immediately prepared to draw out the two swords behind her, but before she could draw the sword, Bai Xiuping had already grabbed her wrist.
The pain in her arm made Mu Lian groan and grit her teeth.
Everyone in the Tianwu Team drew their swords at the same time in an instant, and with a "clang" sound, all the swords were placed on Bai Xiuping's neck.
Gongsun Yang said coldly: "You said you are a ronin, what does this mean?"
As long as Bai Xiuping's answer doesn't satisfy him, the Tianwu Team's sword will be cut down without hesitation.
"It seems that your men are all impatient."
Bai Xiuping grabbed Mu Lian's wrist, pointed at her arm and said lightly: "Her wound is very deep, and yellow sand has been blown into the wound, and the flesh and blood in the skin has begun to rot. If you ignore it, let alone use a knife in the future." No, you can’t even hold chopsticks.”
He snorted coldly and said: "If this kind of injury is allowed to worsen, even the miracle doctor will not help. For such a serious injury, you don't even apply the golden sore medicine. What are you thinking?"
Mu Lian immediately retorted loudly: "Shut up! There is nothing serious about me, this injury is nothing!"
She gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.
But Gongsun Yang did not refute. How could he not know the sword he drew? He said calmly: "Just say what you want."
"Clean water and cicada shells. To suture the wound, you need needles and thread."
Gongsun Yang was stunned. He thought the other party would put forward some conditions, but it turned out that they were just basic supplies for healing.
Bai Xiuping didn't pay attention to the sword on his neck at all. He chuckled and said, "I'll help her treat her first. I'll settle the accounts later."
Gongsun Yang was silent for a moment and motioned to his men to bring it to him.
After cleaning the wound, Bai Xiuping sewed it up for Mu Lian, bandaged it, and slowly sat down next to Gongsun Yang.
Mu Lian was still there and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Damn guy..."
Bai Xiuping shook his head, feeling a little helpless against such a stubborn and vicious person.
Gongsun Yang glanced at him and said, "Are you a decent person from the Central Plains?"
"Why do you say that?"
"The only hypocrites who would be willing to save people for a piece of dried meat are so-called decent people."
Bai Xiuping bit the dried meat and secretly thought in his heart that you guys gave it to me after healing. This world is really rough, and good intentions are treated like donkeys.
The only son of his former martial arts leader, now the young leader of the Ming Cult, needs to save people for a piece of dried meat?
Who do you look down on?
At least two pieces.
And now, can I be considered a decent person or a devil?
Seeing him lowering his head and remaining silent, Gongsun Yang thought he had some scruples and said softly: "You don't have to worry, I won't kill my savior without any reason."
"What kind of place is the Central Plains?"
Gongsun Yang asked.
Bai Xiuping was stunned. He didn't expect that Gongsun Yang had never been to the Central Plains. He then realized that if there was no war or preparations to invade the Central Plains, people from the Ming Cult would not go to the Central Plains.
He turned to look at the sunset in the distance. The two of them looked at the sunset together. Bai Xiuping recalled: "From the Bashu area to the Yangtze River, if you go southeast, there will be a lake wider than the one in front of you."
"That's Dongting Lake. Looking at the sunset over Dongting Lake from the Yueyang Tower, which has left a lasting legacy, is truly breathtaking."
"A sage once said that you should worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness."
"It's different from Mingjiao. It has a large population and is full of people from all over the world. They gather there to greet each other and chat."
At this moment, Bai Xiuping is no longer the young leader of the Ming Cult, but the former Bai Xiuping of the Wulin Alliance.
"Occasionally I would raise a glass and smile bitterly at myself for living on my last breath, feeling depressed and frustrated all my life. I would treat life as a side dish and raise a glass to share the same drink."
He said loudly: "I can't eat when I stop my cup and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss. When I wake up, I can't see my opponent. A hero has been lonely since ancient times. Let's drink another three hundred cups with me."
"The Central Plains is such a place, a place where you can make close friends and fight with joy."
Bai Xiuping calmed down, and when it came to getting excited, it would be a pity not to drink.
But if you can have a good conversation with someone, it’s okay without drinking.
"There are all kinds of people gathered there, and it is inevitable that there will be disputes occasionally, but everyone knows that each other is a guest from the far end of the world who shares the same fate. It is a great achievement to be able to form friendships and drink with each other in this fleeting life. The most beautiful things in the world.”
"This is the Central Plains I know."
Bai Xiuping's eyes returned to the fearless and unrestrained way they once were, and Gongsun Yang looked at him blankly.
Gongsun Yang didn't understand what he was talking about in the Central Plains. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "How extravagant and whimsical."
"How many people will follow the chivalry and the so-called moral principles that people in the Central Plains talk about, but in the end it is just an excuse for them to settle down and live in peace."
Bai Xiuping snorted coldly and retorted: "Don't jump to conclusions. You might as well go to the Central Plains to see for yourself and try to get along with the decent Central Plains people you despise."
Gongsun Yang sighed and said, "Do you think this is possible?"
He shook his head and said: "No matter how beautiful everything you say is, there is no possibility of it coming true."
Bai Xiuping said solemnly: "Then just make all of this achievable."
Back then, in order to overthrow the foreign rule, countless people from the Central Plains and the Ming Cult joined forces to fight and sacrificed their lives. At that time, no one cared about the distinction between the righteous and the demonic sect.
As long as they are practicing martial arts, they all raise their swords and fight hand in hand. They only know one thing: everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
But in today's world where culture is valued over martial arts, martial arts warriors are limited to temples and can only develop their own power in the martial arts world.
There are constant disputes between the Wulin Alliance and the Demonic Way in the Central Plains alone, not to mention the powerful Mingjiao who calls for equality for all.
He was even regarded as an enemy by the imperial court and ostracized by the entire Central Plains martial arts community.
This is also related to the arrogant and domineering behavior of some people in Mingjiao and their harmful and evil deeds, which has led to the fact that Mingjiao is now regarded as a demonic sect.
But Bai Xiuping did not believe that Mingjiao could not be changed. As long as he could gather more people with the same beliefs and cut off the rotten parts of Mingjiao with his own hands, Mingjiao would naturally be able to change.
Families, countries, and the world are all created by people, and Mingjiao is no exception.
Bai Xiuping stared straight at Gongsun Yang. He wanted to know if the person in front of him could make a change and be with him.
"If you want anything, just tell me. Although your story is absurd and unrealistic, it's also quite interesting. Plus, you saved my men. I'm not a person who doesn't repay a favor."
Gongsun Yang didn't refute anything.
Bai Xiuping stood up straight away and said calmly: "Maybe one day in the future, there will be something I need to ask you for."
"You are really a ridiculous person, so why don't I promise you that I will honor you by my first name?"
Bai Xiuping chuckled and said: "After that, if there is a chance to meet again, I will naturally tell you to take the first step."
It would be better to talk about it later. It would be better to wait until we are sure whether we are sharing a toast or a sword-to-sword relationship.
Everything is unknown now.
After turning around and leaving calmly, Bai Xiuping was now in a desert, looking confused.
If I had known earlier, I would have asked Gongsun Yang for directions. Now I am pretending to be an expert and am going in the wrong direction. What the hell is this place?
Bai Xiuping held his forehead and sighed: "Fortunately there are traces of Turks along the road, otherwise it would really be over."
After finally seeing a forest ahead, Bai Xiuping breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he walked through the woods, he should reach the Turks' camp.
But not long after walking, Bai Xiuping discovered that there was a separate Turkic tent in this remote dense forest, and it was guarded by a large number of Turkic soldiers.
Bai Xiuping couldn't help but remember that something was wrong the last time he came to the Turkic camp. This time it seemed that the place had been changed. Who was inside?
