Tang Dynasty Puppet Doctor

Chapter 164 Seeing Master Again
The battle with Lun Qinling has lasted for more than a month. Originally, after Sun Wanrong's death, Xiao Muchen and Murong Huan had already taken back Kucha and Khotan, but due to Lun Qinling's obstruction, they have not made any further progress in the past month.

They have now reached the coldest place, near the Kunlun Mountains, where everything is covered in ice and snow, a vast expanse of white. It seems that Lun Qinling wants to trap them here to achieve the effect of subduing the enemy without a fight.

Fortunately, the supplies from the rear came from the jade and grain produced in Khotan. As long as Khotan was not lost and the Tang army controlled the trade routes, they could exchange silk, tea and other goods for horses, furs and medicinal materials from the camel caravans of Sogdian merchants.

Lun Qinling truly lived up to his reputation as the God of War of Tibet. The two sides fought fiercely for a long time, and it can be said that both sides suffered heavy losses, with each side losing half of their soldiers.

Murong Huan and Xiao Muchen ordered their men to set up camp in the snow, allowing the army to rest and the wounded soldiers to receive treatment.

Ashu was already very skilled at doing this, and she had even taught Xie Zie and Huo Xiaolian how to prepare effective medicine for treating injuries.

Although it was cold on the snow, many soldiers had fur coats to keep warm, thanks to Huo Xiaolian and several female soldiers who were excellent at needlework and wove the furs they had received into new clothes.

At this moment, Murong Huan and Xiao Muchen were wearing fur coats made by A-Shu, which looked surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

"Unexpectedly, while we were fighting on the front lines, Luoyang had undergone a complete transformation. It's no longer called the Great Zhou Dynasty; we have to change our flag back to the Great Tang Dynasty!"

Lu Shiyilang said with a teasing laugh, "It's not that there's anything wrong with returning to the Li Tang dynasty, it's just that such a drastic change of dynasty could happen overnight, and at a time when they were fighting against the northern barbarians such as the Tubo and Khitan."

"Speaking of which, young lady, the title of Military Governor of Anxi was bestowed upon you by the Empress. I wonder if the current emperor still recognizes it?"

"Whether he acknowledges it or not is not important; what is important is to drive the Tibetans out of the Tang Dynasty's borders."

"You, young lady, are truly broad-minded and open-minded, with aspirations far exceeding those of us men."

After Lu Shiyilang finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Muchen and said jokingly, "Right? Prime Minister Xiao?"

Xiao Muchen smiled and said, "Of course. From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was extraordinary."

Lu Shiyilang frowned: "What kind of unique insight do you have? You recognized her extraordinary nature at first glance. No wonder Shilang and I can't compete with you?"

"Oh, Lu Shiyilang still hasn't given up? Still a toad trying to eat swan meat?"

Who are you calling a toad?

Enraged, Lu Shiyilang caught up with Xie Zie and began to beat her fiercely. The two even started a snowball fight on the snow.

Seeing this scene, Murong Huan couldn't help but smile knowingly. She felt the scroll in her hand seem to heat up again. She opened it and saw that it read:

After traveling hundreds of miles, a sudden wind arose, snowflakes fell like wings, and the wind whipped the small lake into ice pillars, which rose and then crumbled. After half a day, the small lake swelled, and forty thousand people froze to death; only one Han and one non-Han person survived…

Xiao Muchen also took the list of names and looked at it. Seeing the lines of writing that appeared, he became even more uneasy, as if he had a premonition that something was about to happen.

"Zicheng, the Kunlun Mountains are just ahead. Shall we go up and take a look?"

The legendary organization is located in the Kunlun Mountains, and they naturally did not forget their second purpose for coming to the four towns of Anxi.

"No rush. We'll go up Kunlun Mountain after this battle with Lun Qinling is over!"

As he said this, Xiao Muchen was somewhat absent-minded, and even felt a little scared.

Murong Huan smiled and said, "That's what I think too." When she looked at Xiao Muchen, she saw that Xiao Muchen was staring at her intently, his eyes filled with worry.

"what happened to you?"

"For some time now, I've had a bad feeling. Ah Huan, why don't we defeat Lun Qinling, recover the Four Garrisons of Anxi, and then return to Luoyang instead of going to Kunlun Mountain!"

"We've already come, how can we back down and give up? Zicheng, this isn't like you."

"Yes, I'm just a little scared..."

"afraid of what?"

Xiao Muchen remained silent for a long time before speaking:
"I'm afraid of losing you!"

Murong Huan laughed: "You've already given me the antidote Tan Xin gave me, the cold poison is gone, I'll be fine! What are you still worried about?"

Yes! What was he afraid of, what was he worried about? It seemed even he himself couldn't explain it. After a moment of silence, he grasped her hand, which was red from the cold, and gently rubbed it, thinking to himself: I hope this war will end soon! I hope the day my master spoke of will never come.

After dinner, Murong Huan and Xiao Muchen went to comfort some of the wounded soldiers again, and personally treated the wounds of some seriously injured soldiers with medicine and bandaged them. After inspecting the surroundings, they entered the tent to rest. But just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the tent.

Murong Huan and Xiao Muchen immediately put on their outer garments and ran out. They saw two scouts dragging their badly injured bodies back. After dismounting, they collapsed at Murong Huan's feet.

"Governor, a powerful enemy is attacking!"

"Is it the army of Lun Qinling?"

“No!” one of the scouts gasped and shook his head. “They are assassins, highly skilled martial arts assassins! They said they were hired to assassinate the military governor and Prime Minister Xiao!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light tore through the night sky before Murong Huan's eyes.

She remembered that swordsmanship; it was Wang Xianke's swordsmanship!
As the sword light flashed, several more assassins broke through the enemy lines and gradually approached the camp.

A fierce glint flashed in Murong Huan's eyes. He drew a sword hanging in front of the tent and rushed towards the direction from which the assassin had come.

Xiao Muchen immediately caught up.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Xian'er, Li Yi, Liu Sheng, Xie Zi'e, and Lu Shiyilang all chased after them.

When Murong Huan and Xiao Muchen caught up and engaged in battle, the assassins seemed unwilling to linger and instead headed towards the nearby mountains.

The two sides then engaged in a fierce battle at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. With the help of Murong Xian'er and Liu Sheng's mechanical skills, the assassins did not fare well.

Moreover, there was also Murong Huan's hypnotic flute music.

As the flute music began, a sandstorm arose, and the assassins felt as if they were in a dream.

But the sound of the flute is merely a trick to confuse and control the mind; those with strong wills may not become addicted to the dream.

However, just as the flute music was entering the dreamlike state, Murong Huan seemed to see a familiar figure.

Dressed in black robes with flowing hair, he exuded a refined and elegant air as he approached under the exceptionally bright moonlight of the desert.

Are you the master?

Murong Huan asked somewhat uncertainly.

The man still wore a white jade mask, and when he was about fifty paces away from them, he suddenly stopped.

"Meet the Immortal!"

The assassins all knelt down and bowed in respect.

Xiao Muchen's eyes widened instantly, and he asked incredulously, "You really are the creator of the legend? Who exactly are you?"

Even now, he refuses to believe that so-called claim from the future.

Moreover, that night's meeting with my master felt like a dream.

"No, he isn't!" Murong Xian'er interrupted. "Although the legendary leader is similar in build to him, his aura is different. Moreover, that person prefers to wear purple clothes and rings, and he always has the scent of pine resin on him!"

"Hahaha... Xian'er's eye for people is truly accurate! She can even distinguish the aura on this sect leader so clearly!"

As the loud laughter rang out, a figure descended from the sky, landing right in front of the assassins.

She wore purple clothes, had long hair, and her face was covered by a mask!

This is the legendary cult leader that Murong Xian'er spoke of, the one who likes to wear purple?
"And who are you?" Murong Huan asked.

The man in purple extended his hand to her, saying provocatively, "Defeat me, and you'll know who I am."