The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 169 A Hundred Years of Agreement

When Temujin heard the noise outside the tent, his expression suddenly froze.

"Bo Ershu, go and take a look!"

Borshu lifted the curtain and came out, only to see that the 3,000 elite soldiers who had been so majestic just now were lying on the ground in a mess.

Not far away, a black shadow was flying towards them, and its speed was faster than the most majestic warhorse.

"Protect the Khan!"

He was horrified and cried out loudly.

Unfortunately, there was no one left outside the tent who could move, only him and the six guards who had stayed in the tent.

Borshu spent his whole life in the military, so he was naturally considered a brave general, known for his might and bravery, and was the most courageous among the three armies.

But the battlefield is not the same as the martial arts world after all. When it comes to close combat, he is not even as good as the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, so how can he be a match for Gu Ping'an?

Seeing the figure coming, Borshu gritted his teeth and slashed with all his strength.

Gu Ping'an's figure was like a ghost. He easily dodged by just turning sideways and disappeared from his sight in an instant.

"careful!"

"Behind me!"

The six guards cried out in unison. Borshu wanted to turn around and draw his sword, but he felt a numbness on his neck. He felt dizzy and fell heavily.

It was because Gu Ping'an held back, otherwise this one palm strike would have taken his life.

The other six were all loyal. Even though they knew they were no match for the enemy, they still raised their swords and attacked.

They barely held on for three breaths before falling to the ground.

Gu Ping'an did not delay and lifted the curtain to enter. He heard a few "clang" sounds and three golden arrowheads were fired in succession, breaking through the air and attacking him.

Temujin did not sit still and wait for death. He drew his bow and attacked the moment he entered the door.

These three arrows were shot at tricky angles and with great force, which fully demonstrated Genghis Khan's profound archery skills.

However, Gu Ping'an was very skilled in martial arts. With a wave of his robe sleeve, he removed all three arrows. Then he turned around and shook his wrist, throwing the arrows back the way they came.

"Tuk!"

The three arrows almost grazed Temujin's temples and head, and hit the stone pillar behind him with almost no delay, making only a single sound.

Temujin felt as if he had been to the gates of hell. He was filled with fear and cold sweat dripped down his face.

"The Khan is good at archery." Gu Ping'an smiled faintly.

"How did you manage to get three thousand elite warriors?"

Gu Ping'an did not hide it. He took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, gently tossed it up and caught it again.

"Now that the Great Khan has conquered Western Xia, have you ever heard of the name 'Beisu Qingfeng'?"

"Sad and refreshing breeze?!" Temujin was shocked. "Hasn't that strange poison been lost long ago?"

The knockout drug that Subutai gave to Niu Cheng and Pang Zhong was a substitute developed from the remaining recipe of Beisu Qingfeng, and Temujin naturally knew this.

"Xixia Yipintang has been in decline for a long time, so it's normal that the poison recipe has been lost. But what a coincidence, I know it."

Temujin was furious and asked coldly, "Poisoning is such a despicable act, how can a real man do it?"

"My method today was originally intended to prevent the 3,000 warriors from dying in vain. Do you think, Great Khan, that this is my only trick?"

Gu Ping'an didn't take it as an offense at all. He looked calm and asked back softly.

"A few days ago, I fought my way through an army of tens of thousands, capturing both Jochi and Ogedei. How could a mere 3,000 infantrymen defeat me?"

Although he seemed to be taking advantage of the situation at that time, Temujin could not help but believe it when he said it now.

"If the Khan doesn't believe I have this ability, why not try another gamble? It's hard to say how many casualties there would be, though."

Gu Ping'an was just playing hard to get, but his expression didn't change at all, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Temujin was torn between conscience and desire, his face turned ashen and his chest heaved.

"You won, so there's no need to gamble anymore."

After saying these few words, he sat down heavily, his back slightly bent, and he seemed to have aged a bit.

"According to our bet."

Gu Ping'an only said half of his words before looking up again. Temujin sighed, his face full of dejection: "Forget it, I, Temujin, will keep my word. I will withdraw my troops from the Jin Kingdom within six months and march westward."

"A blessing in disguise. There's no need for you, Great Khan, to feel so regretful."

"Young Master Gu, was what you said three days ago completely true?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Okay! I'll believe you!"

Temujin raised his head again, his eyes as sharp as torches.

"I am your witness, Eternal Heaven! After I, Temujin, withdraw my troops, the Mongol army will march westward and will not set foot in the Middle-earth for a hundred years!"

"The Khan is indeed straightforward!"

Gu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction, took out the porcelain bottle containing the antidote from his arms, and threw it away with a wave of his hand.

The bright sun broke through the clouds and poured down. The sky, washed by the snow water, was exceptionally blue and clear as a mirror.

The mountains in the distance were covered in silver. On the snowy plain, the four of them rode side by side and walked slowly.

Guo Jing looked at the winding glacier, feeling a little empty in his heart, but more of a sense of relief.

"Brother Gu, thank you very much"

He is not good at speaking, but his tone is sincere.

Gu Ping'an smiled and waved his hand: "We are all brothers, no need to thank each other. If you really want to, then practice military tactics well and save the people from suffering from war as soon as possible."

"must!"

At this time, a familiar eagle cry was heard. Everyone looked up and saw a pair of white eagles flying in the sky.

The white eagle had excellent eyesight and recognized Guo Jing from afar. It let out a joyful cry and folded its wings before landing.

Guo Jing gently stroked the feathers of the two eagles and asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

The female eagle cried softly and pointed her head to the north, as if signaling him to look back.

More than ten riders rushed out of the camp, stepping on the snow. Guo Jing raised his eyes and quickly recognized that it was Tolui chasing him.

The four of them waited for a while, and Tolui rode at full speed and arrived in a flash.

"Anda! The Great Khan said he will soon be marching west. We part today and don't know when we'll meet again. I'm here to see you off."

He nodded to Guo Jing, then turned sideways and took a bundle from the saddle and handed it to Gu Ping'an.

"Here is a thousand ounces of gold, it is Father Khan's will."

Gu Ping'an did not refuse and nodded in thanks.

"This is given to you by Hua Zheng."

Tuolei took out a small leather tube from his bosom and handed it to Guo Jing.

There were several lines of Mongolian characters carved on the leather with the tip of a knife. Huang Rong's expression changed slightly and she turned her head away without looking.

Guo Jing was afraid that she would overthink it, so he simply read it out loud.

"My father, the Khan, has set a date for the Western Expedition, and I have resolved to follow him. I will never return east again in this lifetime. We fell in love at a young age, but were destined to be together. Today, we part ways, and there is no need for us to meet again. May you take good care of yourself, and may you and your spouse be deeply in love and live a long and blessed life."

Hearing this, Huang Rong turned around in surprise.

She thought Hua Zheng wanted to persuade Guo Jing to stay, but it turned out to be a farewell letter.

"Hua Zheng said she was afraid of seeing Diao'er sad, so let them go with you."

Tuolei smiled bitterly and patted Guo Jing's shoulder gently.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride."

The group headed south for twenty or thirty miles.

Guo Jing sighed softly and advised, "Anda, after sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye. Please go back!"

The two brothers dismounted, bowed to each other, hugged each other tightly, and said goodbye with tears.

Tolui was riding on his horse, looking up at the backs of several people walking farther and farther away, until they shrank into a black dot in the vast snowfield and disappeared.

He wiped the tears from his face, looked at the southern sky, and stood quietly for a long time.

(End of this chapter)