Summer passed and autumn came. The market outside the Tielin Sect became more and more lively.
Within a few months, the reputation of the Tielin Sect's trading market had spread far and wide.
Although most of the businessmen who came were doubtful, they basically returned with satisfaction.
Gao Zhengyang never intervened in the trading of the market. He was only responsible for one thing, which was to maintain the stability and order.
As the scale of the market expanded, the name of Shura Of Gojoseon spread throughout the Eastern Mountain Range.
The legends about Shura Of Gojoseon also became more and more exaggerated and bizarre.
However, whether it was the Barbarians in the Eastern Mountain Range or the humans in the ten tribes of the Eastern Mountain Range, some people doubted Shura Of Gojoseon's achievements, but no one dared to challenge him.
After all, the Wolf people in the Howling Moon Valley had indeed disappeared. The other Wolf people in the Eastern Mountain Range also seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
The free and orderly Tielin Sect's market was also expanding its influence.
Even though the Tielin Sect's location was remote and the roads were not good. But the businessmen who had tasted the sweetness of trading still came from thousands of miles away.
In the early October, the vegetation in the Eastern Mountain Range had begun to wither. The autumn wind also had a hint of winter's coldness.
A group of businessmen was slowly moving along the mountain road. Perhaps because there were too many people, the mountain road actually had a simple rest.
"Even the poorest place in Mount Jun City is a hundred times better than here. Is this really a road for people to walk? "
A bright and beautiful young girl was sizing up the two sides of the mountain road, her small face filled with impatience.
She wore embroidered clothes and a white fox shoulder-guard. Her jet-black hair was braided into two short braids, which were wrapped in a brocade. On her white wrist was a pair of lake-green jade bracelets. She looked rich and noble.
As the daughter of the president of the Junshan Chamber of Commerce, Jun Mochou's dressing was quite low-key.
After all, it was the first time that the Junshan Chamber of Commerce went deep into the Eastern Mountain Range. She had to be careful.
"Miss Jun, this is already deep in the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range. It's far from our tribe, and naturally, it can't be compared with Jun Mountain City."
The young woman replied with a smile. Her facial features were ordinary, and there were some faint spots on both sides of her nose. It was just that his eyebrows were thick and black, and his eyes were not big but very bright. His skin was bronze, and he looked heroic and mature.
The green warrior robe he was wearing was also a little old. Even the scales that protected their bodies did not have that kind of bright color.
But she sat upright and relaxed on the horse. That calm and composed demeanor already showed the demeanor of an expert.
Jun Mochou smiled brightly at the girl beside him. "Sister Zhuo, when we go there this time, we must see what that Shura Of Gojoseon is capable of."
At the mention of Shura Of Gojoseon, Jun Mochou's tone was filled with disdain. In a big city like Mount Jun City, the highest rank was only a baron. But it was also a title that had been passed down for hundreds of years. He was the top figure in Mount Jun City.
In the small Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range, someone actually dared to call himself Shura Of Gojoseon. What a joke.
The person called Sister Zhuo did not laugh. She said with a serious expression, "Miss Jun, the legend of Shura Of Gojoseon may be a little ridiculous, but his strength is unquestionable. You must not provoke him. "
Jun Mochou was not convinced. She rolled her eyes and said, "Sister Zhuo, you are one of the Three Elites of Eastern Wilderness. You are also famous. Why are you afraid of him?"
In her eyes, although Zhuo Xiuying was not as delicate and delicate as a girl, her martial arts were indeed not bad. She was stronger than most of the guards in the Chamber of Commerce. She should be able to compete with that Shura Of Gojoseon.
Therefore, Jun Mochou deliberately provoked Zhuo Xiuying. She wanted to provoke her to challenge Shura Of Gojoseon.
To Jun Mochou's surprise, Zhuo Xiuying admitted frankly, "I am afraid of Shura Of Gojoseon. I would never dare to fight with him."
Zhuo Xiuying went out to hunt wild beasts when she was ten years old. For more than ten years, she had gone through countless life and death trials. Jun Mo Chou's little tricks couldn't be hidden from her.
The Nanyang Tribe had been doing business with the Junshan Chamber of Commerce all these years. They had a close relationship. Although Zhuo Xiuying did not like little girls who thought they were smart, she did not say much. She could only say firmly to prevent her from playing tricks again.
Jun Mochou did not know what to do. She felt bored and regretted following the caravan into the mountains.
Her eyes wandered around. Suddenly, she saw a big wooden sign by the side of the road. There was a line of crooked words on it. "After the turn, the road is dangerous. Please slow down."
"Hehe …"
Jun Mochou could not help but laugh. "The people here are interesting. The words are so ugly. They must be joking."
Zhuo Xiuying looked at the red words on the wooden sign. Her eyes showed that she was deep in thought.
The wooden sign may look simple, but it was full of meaning. She had long heard that Shura Of Gojoseon was a man with a fickle mind. He would always come up with strange things.
Indeed, after a turn, the road became much narrower. On the right side of the road, there was a ravine that was dozens of feet deep. It made people dizzy.
Jun Mochou was brave. She poked her head out to take a few glances. She muttered, "You said it's dangerous. You didn't even explain which part is dangerous. Really."
There were people from the caravan who had been here before. They got off their horses and led their horses carefully through the mountain road.
Zhuo Xiuying took the opportunity to fall behind. She walked side by side with Royon. "Brother Luo, we are almost at the Tielin Sect, right?"
Royon's tanned face revealed an honest smile. "It's about ten miles away. After this turn, we will see the Tielin Sect."
Zhuo Xiuying reminded, "I think the people from the Junshan Chamber of Commerce have ulterior motives. Brother Luo, you have to be careful."
Royon grinned again. His dull eyes lit up. "The Junshan Chamber of Commerce and our two tribes have been working together for a long time. This time, we are here to test the waters of Shura Of Gojoseon. We want to see if we can work together. That's why the little girl is more active. Perhaps, she wants to take the opportunity to probe the Tielin Sect. After all, the legend of the Divine Soldier is getting more and more popular … "
Royon was amused by the legend of the Divine Soldier. It was not known who said that there was a Divine Soldier in the Tielin Sect. The more it spread, the more popular it became. Many people came all the way to the Tielin Sect just to try their luck.
Royon even felt that Gao Zhengyang had purposely spread the rumor to lure people there.
"Brother Luo, you have met Gao Zhengyang. What do you think of him?"
Zhuo Xiuying could not hold back her curiosity and asked.
There were too many legends about the Shura Of Gojoseon Gao Zhengyang. People could not see his true colors.
There were many people who had met Gao Zhengyang. However, their opinions and opinions were different.
In comparison, Zhuo Xiuying trusted Royon's judgment. Although they were both part of the Three Elites of the Eastern Wilderness, Zhuo Xiuying knew that Royon's martial arts were better than hers. He was also more knowledgeable.
Royon smiled bitterly. Many people had asked him the same question. But he did not know how to answer. Because he could not see through that person at all.
He thought for a moment and said, "Gao Zhengyang is a monster. I can't see through him. But whether the legend is true or not, don't provoke him. Don't ever provoke him. "
Royon's tone was serious. Zhuo Xiuying was even more curious. She did not know what Gao Zhengyang was like to make Royon so wary.
"I'm fine. I'm just afraid that Miss Jiao will play tricks." Zhuo Xiuying sighed helplessly.
Although she looked down on the weak and useless Jun Mochou, she was also envious of him. He did not have to do anything, and he would be able to live a luxurious life. People would listen to him.
Jun Mochou sighed and complained, "Aunt Xue, these people look stupid, but they are not easy to fool."
The middle-aged woman beside Jun Mochou said calmly, "You can't fool them because you are stupid."
The middle-aged woman had an ordinary face. She was dressed in a grey warrior's attire. A long sword hung casually on her waist. His entire person looked dusty and inconspicuous. She looked like an old maid who served Jun Mochou.
Jun Mo Chou frowned and said, "I didn't want to come here. You guys forced me to come. "
"It's fine if the Divine Soldier is fake. But if it's real, it will shock the world. If we can find out the truth, this information will be invaluable. "
Aunt Xue smiled and said, "I'm just borrowing your eyes to take a look. If it's real, your father will definitely reward you. "
"What eyes! I have beautiful almond-shaped eyes, big and bright, and the shape of my eyes is not bad. "
Jun Mochou protested for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard them say that the Divine Soldier is with that person. That's why he is so powerful."
Aunt Xue said disdainfully, "How is that possible! The Divine Soldier is powerful. But to mortals, the Divine Soldier is like a mountain. If you were given a mountain, would you be able to wield it? You would be crushed to death by the first one. "
Jun Mochou could not help but refute, "Then maybe the Divine Soldier recognizes its master. It's said that a drop of blood will allow it to recognize its master. Then, it can be used as you wish. "
"This kind of thing exists in the legends."
Aunt Xue laughed, "But the Divine Soldier is a weapon for the gods. Even a ninth stage powerhouse would find it hard to control it. A drop of blood can control the Divine Soldier. In any case, I don't believe it. "
Jun Mochou raised his head and said, "Since no one can explain the Divine Soldier, maybe it can be like this."
"Yes, maybe." Aunt Xue said, "That's why we came to take a look."
Jun Mochou asked, "Is everything prepared on that side?"
"Of course." Aunt Xue said confidently, "Those wolves have been wanting revenge for a long time. As long as the news is released, they will naturally rush over. There are also some who are unwilling to be left out, and will not miss this opportunity. "
As the two spoke, they had already turned from the mountain path. From afar, they could see the precipitous cliffs around the Tielin Sect.
Aunt Xue's ordinary eyes flashed with a faint cold light, "In a few days, it will be lively here. We just need to watch the show in peace."
Jun Mochou said with a bitter face, "Aunt Xue, you must protect me."
Aunt Xue patted the long sword at her waist and said confidently, "As long as there is no Heaven Stage powerhouse, I can naturally protect you."
"Of course, you are the number one swordsman of Mount Jun, Flying Snow Sword. I believe in you the most. "
Jun Mochou had a sweet smile on her face as she flattered him.
"I dare not be the number one swordsman, but it is not difficult to sweep the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range."
Even in Mount Jun City, Flying Snow Sword Jun Feixue was also a top swordsman. She was already being very modest when she said that.
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