Chapter 36: The Beautiful Woman's Liberation War

  "Report! —— A horseman came riding up."

  "Speak!" Yun Zheng's mouth was stern, but in his heart he was shouting that this kid had come at the right time. He hurriedly put on an excited expression as if he had just heard some military information, and took advantage of the opportunity to switch the 108-catty Purple Gold Fang Tian Halberd from his right hand to his left.

  Beishan glanced at him lightly without speaking, his mouth slightly raised.

  "The vanguard of the Liao army has been scouted, and is currently located twenty miles north of Jiaxi Gou, still marching south. Please decide, General!" The scout reported loudly.

  "Good!" Yun Zheng was after all a rookie in commanding troops, and upon hearing that the vanguard of the Liao army was indeed marching south as he had estimated, right into the trap set by him and his second brother. He was overjoyed and said: "Continue to scout out the situation, but retreat to a safe distance. It's better to have inaccurate information than to be discovered by the Liao people! Do you understand?"

  "Yes, General!" The scout knelt on one knee, made a fist and gave a loud promise, then quickly ran away.

  Yun Cong laughed: "Good, it's already noon, and the Liao army didn't even eat some dry rations on the spot, but instead kept rushing. It seems that their food is indeed insufficient, and they are probably planning to cross the Jiebi Gorge and cook and rest by the Luan River."

  Beishan's eyes narrowed as he turned to say, "The vanguard general of the Liao army is called Yelü Chilie. By generation, he should be the current emperor of Liao's uncle. However, in reality, he is not much older than the young emperor. The imperial family of Liao is not allowed to read books, and it is said that this Yelü Chilie is also a roughneck. However, although this guy is rough, he has some courage, more importantly, he has always been fond of associating with people from the Liao martial arts world, and it is said that there are many high-ranking masters in the Liao martial arts world who serve under him."

  Yun Cong was taken aback, thinking to himself: "I just wanted to focus on being the Young Master, why do these Jianghu people keep popping up? Although I'm quite skilled, becoming the Young Hero Yun isn't impossible, but compared to being the Young Master Yun, it's clearly a big difference in prestige. Men, who doesn't like having high status and power? It's said that being in a high position allows you to look down on others - looking down on women, of course."

  What? You like it when the girl is on top?... Okay, forget I said that.

  Yes, who is on top and who is below is not the key point, the key point is...

  Yun Cong furrowed his brow and said: "Isn't it that when Ye Luo Zhi Lei went on an expedition, he would also bring those Jianghu people with him?"

  "The woman is also a Jianghu person." Beishan Wuxue said lightly.

  "Hmm..." Yun Cong was taken aback, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Yes, yes, Miss Beishan is also a Jianghu person. It seems that Yelü Chirai has indeed brought those 'knights' with him, but——" He dragged his voice for a moment: "Yelü Chirai still can't compare to me, Yun Cong."

  "Oh?" Beishan Wuxue was somewhat curious: "How did you know?"

  Yun Cong smiled and looked at Beishan Wuxue, lightly pointing his index finger at her: "Because I brought a beautiful female knight, while he only brought some rough men - how can they compare?"

  Beishan's face turned cold and he said, "Can't the Young Marshal speak without making fun of civilians?"

  "Take pleasure?" Yun Zhong thought to himself, if there's "pleasure" between a man and a woman, it must be mutual. How can one say I take pleasure from you? This kind of thinking is unacceptable!

  He solemnly and painfully said, "Miss Beishan is wrong! I, Yun, can use the names of my ancestors as proof. Even if it's in front of the current princess, I would still say this - Moreover, this is a great truth, how could you say that I'm teasing you, Miss?"

  The ancestors of the Yun family, although I don't know if I can be considered your descendant or not, but this is absolutely not nonsense. To the current princess, I also use this tone - only surpassing, never falling short.

  As for having fun with a cold-faced girl, well, I'm not unwilling, it's just that looking at the situation, we still need to work harder...

  Beishan was taken aback by his appearance, and he actually brought out all the ancestors of the Yun family. He was also somewhat surprised in his heart, wondering if he was just used to it and not intentionally trying to take advantage of himself? But for some reason, his mood got worse. Looking at Yun Zhēn, he said coldly: "The Liao army is about to arrive, General Yun should focus on the battle."

  Hey, this little girl, you just want to open a dyeing workshop with some color, right? Isn't it just pretending to be cool? I think back in the day, I was also a master of using this trick. Alright, you pretend to be cool, and I'll pretend to be cool too, let's see who can outdo each other.

  In an instant, Yun Cong's face suddenly turned cold, a look of indifference to all things in the world emerged, and his slightly narrowed eyes shot out a cold and stern light. The whole person seemed to have turned into a cold sculpture in an instant, quietly gazing in the direction where the Liao army was about to arrive.

  Bei Shan said, after finishing his words, he found that Yun Zhong didn't respond, and for a moment, he was curious. He glanced over with the corner of his eye, only to see Yun Zhong suddenly change into a different person, his temperament changing abruptly, becoming a calm and majestic military commander, a noble and dignified young master of a prestigious family. That air of nobility, as if born from heaven, was surrounding him and spreading out...

  Beishan suddenly felt a little dazed, how could the same person transform so quickly from being playful and smiling to being cold and noble? Which one is the real him?

  Although Yun Cong couldn't know what Beishan Wuxue was thinking, he could roughly guess that she must be curious. Suddenly hot and cold, suddenly near and far, using this tactic to make her curious was the initial success of this move.

  Many times, the combination of men and women is initially due to mutual curiosity. Curiosity turns into infatuation, and the result of infatuation is getting trapped in it, and then... naturally, everything falls apart.

  Yun Cong thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for his own abilities. Look, what's called skill? This is it! Who says picking up girls is an easy job? Even those stupid guys who bring their guitars to the girl's dormitory and wait for her to pour water on them know how difficult it is. And Yun Cong, who is willing to put in effort and only picks up good girls, is even more so. The heart and soul he puts into this... alas, it's not something that can be explained to outsiders.

  "General! Liao people! The Liao people have arrived!" Yun Xi's slightly excited voice suddenly came.

  Yun Cong suddenly woke up from his own self-admiring monologue: "Oh? Arrived? Hmm, ambush is ready, don't let the Liao people see through... wait for my signal shot with the monthly bow, got it?"

  "I'll understand! I'll go and lead the army first — Cloud Eagle Soars Forever!" Yun Xi shouted, clenching his fist.

  "Ah, Cloud Eagle Soars Forever!" Yun Zhong also said solemnly.

  He gripped the purple gold square heaven halberd tightly, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw Beishan Wuxue looking at him, her eyes unusually without that cold indifference. He couldn't help but think to himself: Could it be that this icy girl actually likes someone even colder than her? If so, no big deal, pretending to be cool is one of the essential skills for flirting with girls, and he had long since mastered it to perfection.

  Well, things are looking great, the War of Liberation is about to be won——oh, I should say that I have taken a big step forward, while the liberation war of the world's beauties has moved forward by a small step.

  The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!

  A poor and pitiful separator line

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