"Although Temujin was invincible on the battlefield, I've never heard of him being a peerless master …" Xiao Zhao fell into deep thought. However, her experience in the Central Plains had taught her that there was nothing impossible in this world. After all, she had witnessed with her own eyes the Qian Kun Grand Shift that the most talented Sect Masters had to practice for decades to achieve. Yet, the Young Master had mastered it in just half a day. From then on, she began to believe in the word "miracles".
"Sect Master, our Sect has been losing again and again. We've organized more than a thousand assassins to assassinate Temujin, but all of them have ended in failure. The Sect has suffered heavy losses. At this point, we can only ask for the help of the 'Old Man of the Mountain'," the leader in black said tentatively.
As soon as he said this, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees. The Old Man of the Mountain was a taboo. Assassins were divided into second rate, first rate, top rate, and ace assassins. There were even people who made a ranking list of assassins. Because of the high risk of this profession, the top ten often changed names, and the fight for the first place was even more intense. But no matter how many people fought for the title of the world's number one assassin, everyone knew in their hearts that there was still one person above them. No, there was still a god. That was the "King of Assassins" that had been recognized for hundreds of years, the Old Man of the Mountain, Huo Shan.
Decades ago, the entire West trembled at this name, because no matter if it was the lord of a small country or the ruler of a large country, as long as they were targeted by him, they would definitely die. The Western countries sent out countless armies and masters to capture him, but they all returned in failure, and instead suffered heavy casualties. In the end, the Western countries had no choice but to offer a sky-high reward for his head, but everyone knew that it was a joke. Which assassin would dare to assassinate the King of Assassins? The bounty listed by the various countries was just a fig leaf to show that they had not given up yet.
After a few more years, Huo Shan no longer personally took action. Instead, he specially trained a group of assassins, which was the Assassin Sect that the Western world was terrified of.
These assassins were all skilled, and would do anything to achieve their goals. They took the heads of the governors of the Western countries one after another. Huo Shan, on the other hand, gradually disappeared behind the scenes, causing some of the younger people to forget about his existence.
"The old man from the mountain …" Xiao Zhao shook her head. "Elder Huo is our final trump card. We can't bother him until the last moment."
Huo Shan was highly respected in the Ming Dynasty. Although he was an Elder in name, he was more respected than the Cult Leader most of the time. Xiao Zhao was not even sure if she could invite him. After all, she was able to ascend to the position of the Cult Leader largely because he had secretly opposed the opinions of the masses.
"But we're already at the last step." About a year ago, they had managed to seriously injure the Mongolian Commander-in-Chief Xulewu, and the Mongolian offensive had indeed weakened significantly. But before they could rejoice for long, Temujin suddenly came with an even stronger army. Like a hot knife through butter, they broke through the defense of the mountains. If not for the Ming Dynasty of the Central Plains, the Hui Tribe, and the Western Principalities, the Mongolian army would have already broken through the Vulture's Nest. Even so, the Vulture's headquarters was in imminent danger. Who knew how much longer they could hold out?
Even the most optimistic person knew that they could at most hold out for another year or two. If they were unlucky, they might not even last for a year.
"Don't worry. I just received a secret message from my mother. Her plan in the Jin Kingdom is about to succeed. Soon, she will be able to help us attack the Mongolian rear." Thinking of her mother, Xiao Zhao's eyes finally revealed a trace of the girl from before.
"The Dragon King's side has succeeded?" Hope flashed in the eyes of the people kneeling below. Everyone looked excited.
"Good, we will persevere and defeat the Mongolians!"
"Wisdom King, please protect me, Wisdom King!"
…
The fighting spirit of the group was reignited. Unfortunately, Persia was thousands of miles away from the Central Plains. There would be a delay of several months or even half a year for information to be sent back and forth. They did not know that Taj-kis was having a headache dealing with the Southern Song Dynasty's Northern Expedition and was unable to attack the Mongolians …
In Daxing Manor, thousands of miles away, Taj-kis gave Song Qingshu a brief introduction of the current situation. She then said, "I'll take you to the palace. We can discuss what to do next. Besides, Ge Bi and Wanyan Ping have been missing you."
Song Qingshu moved closer to her and chuckled. "Did the Dragon King miss me?"
"Miss you, my ass!" Taj-kis was also very depressed. When she was the Purple Robe Dragon King, in the entire Brightness Peak, no one in the Ming Dynasty dared to show her any disrespect, let alone flirt with her. Later on, when she traveled the Jianghu, it was not that she did not run into any fools, but she immediately made sure that they would not live to see the sun the next day. But now, she was being flirted with in all kinds of ways by a younger man, yet she could not do anything about it. This kind of feeling made her feel suffocated.
But Song Qingshu did not care so much. He naturally put his arm around her soft waist and pulled half of her body into his arms.
Taj-kis rested her forehead on one hand. She used to be a famous cold and beautiful demoness in the Jianghu, but now, she seemed to be her exclusive property.
Fortunately, she was not a brainless person with big breasts. She quickly thought of a solution and coldly said, "I'm going out now. Do you want the guards outside to see Tang Kuo Bian and a man hugging each other so intimately?"
As she spoke, she put on Tang Kuo Bian's mask again and deliberately used the beard on the mask to poke the other's cheek.
Seeing that the cold and beautiful Purple Robe Dragon King had turned into a bearded man in an instant, Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine. As expected, he subconsciously let go of his hand and even took a few steps back to put enough distance between them.
Seeing the other party's somewhat troubled expression, the Purple Robe Dragon King under the mask revealed a happy smile. Then, she waved her hand and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the palace!"
Hearing that her voice had also become rough, Song Qingshu shuddered and hurriedly expelled some of the images from his mind, lest he would be traumatized by them in the future.
With a flash, he directly appeared in front of the Purple Robe Dragon King. Taking off her mask, Song Qingshu gloomily said, "Since I'm back, I'll pretend to be Tang Kuo Bian. Wearing this mask to cover your peerless beauty is truly a waste of God's gift."
Although she had heard countless people praising her beauty, when she received Song Qingshu's approval, the corners of Taj-kis's mouth slightly curled up into a beautiful smile.
Unfortunately, before she could finish her happiness, she heard Song Qingshu's next words, "Take off your clothes."
"What do you mean?" Taj-kis subconsciously covered her collar and looked at him warily. Although the two of them had intimate contact, she was still a cold and beautiful woman deep down. Moreover, they had been separated for several months. She had tried her best to forget everything that had happened between them.
"I'm just asking you to replace Tang Kuo Bian's clothes with mine." Seeing her intense reaction, Song Qingshu was instantly displeased. "Besides, you are my woman. If I ask you to take off your clothes, just do it. There's no need for you to ask so many questions!"
Taj-kis coldly replied, "I'm not your woman. I'm just … just … you promised to help the Persian Ming Dynasty to deal with the Mongols. That's why I'm staying by your side. But from the looks of it, there's no sign of you fulfilling your promise."
The Mongols were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. Song Qingshu's heart turned heavy as well. "It's just that I can't free my hands right now. Don't worry, I'm even more anxious to deal with the Mongols than you are."
Recalling the Steppe Empire that swept through everything in history, Song Qingshu felt the pressure mounting.
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