The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 425 Mutual Dislike Upon Meeting
When Temujin was first honored as Genghis Khan, he had just reached the pinnacle of his life. For him, the Mongolian steppe was completely under his control. After a few years of preparation and consolidation, he could go south to graze horses and west to herd sheep. The whole world was at his fingertips.

With his magnanimity and willpower, perhaps in another month or two, his temperament will settle down. A great ruler considers the pros and cons, and the glance of an insignificant person is not worth mentioning to him.

But the timing is wrong. Even if he were a future prodigy, being revered as Khan by many tribes on the banks of the Onon River, he would inevitably become a little arrogant. At this moment, he was thoroughly enjoying the fearful looks in the eyes of the people on the grasslands when they saw him.

But today, he was just passing by when his daughter Hua Zheng told him that someone was torturing the Golden Knife Prince Consort whom he had personally appointed. He came over out of curiosity and didn't think that Guo Jing was really being tortured.

But right here, a Song dynasty pretty boy whom the Mongols had always looked down on showed no fear when he saw him leading his cavalry closer, and even looked at him with a hint of condescension.

It wasn't really looking down on him, more like looking at him straight on, but how could Temujin allow anyone to look at him like that? To him now, looking at someone straight on was a great disrespect, and it was already considered looking down on him.

If Wu Chengyu knew what Temujin was thinking at that moment, he would definitely feel wronged, because he was not arrogant enough to look down on Genghis Khan.

Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Taizu of Ming, Genghis Khan—these five figures shone brightly in Chinese history. Which later generation would dare to look down upon them?

However, since he comes from the future, he is curious about the figures in history textbooks, but it's really not enough to make him worship or idolize them.

The idea that equality for all people is deeply ingrained in people's hearts in later generations is certainly limited. When Wu Chengyu was a middle-level leader in a state-owned enterprise, he was very respectful to his superiors, after all, it was related to his job. But now Wu Chengyu doesn't rely on Temujin for his livelihood, so he doesn't need to be so respectful.

Furthermore, this is a martial arts world, and Wu Chengyu is a top-tier master. While Temujin and his descendants may be able to unify the world, Wu Chengyu also has the ability to take Temujin's head at any time.

In Wu Chengyu's view, he and Temujin both had enough confidence and ability in their respective fields, so why should he be inferior to him?

Before the two could speak, Wu Chengyu looked Temujin straight in the eye, giving him a somewhat scrutinizing look. This gaze, coupled with Temujin's newly crowned Genghis Khan and his overconfidence, immediately created a conflict. The key point is that Wu Chengyu was completely unaware of this.

Temujin raised his whip and pointed it at Wu Chengyu: "You are a Song man, a pretty boy who dares to come to my grasslands where only heroes can roam. I don't like you, and I especially don't like you looking into my eyes. This grasslands do not welcome you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cavalrymen behind him drew their long swords and shouted, displaying the same momentum as Temujin who could capture Wu Chengyu at a single command.

Wu Chengyu was stunned, cursing under his breath. He asked himself, "I haven't done anything, I haven't even had a chance to say anything, so how did I end up arguing with Temujin?"

That's how things are in life. At different times, people feel different. Some people hit it off immediately, while others get tired of each other. Wu Chengyu never expected that he and Temujin would have no affinity at all, and that he would offend Temujin as soon as they met.

Logically speaking, this guy was a great ruler; he shouldn't be so petty.

At this moment, Guo Jing hurriedly went to Temujin's side and explained: "Great Khan, he is my new master. He came to the Mongolian grasslands specifically to teach me skills. He is a good person and has no ill intentions towards the Great Khan."

Temujin said, “Jing’er, you grew up in Mongolia. Although you are a Han Chinese, you are no different from the men of Mongolia. These Song people are weak. Judging from his appearance, what skills can he teach you? I think you have been deceived by him.”

From now on, you must no longer identify yourself as a Han Chinese; my son-in-law, the Golden Knife Prince Consort of Genghis Khan, can only be a Mongol.”

Compared to the strangely shaped and powerful Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Wu Chengyu looked like he was powerless and was naturally looked down upon by Temujin.

However, the statement that one should no longer identify oneself as a Han Chinese was acceptable to Wu Chengyu, but Li Ping, Guo Jing, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan immediately changed their expressions. For them, this was a matter of principle and could not be changed.

Before the eccentric and foul-mouthed Ke Zhen'e could speak, Wu Chengyu preemptively said, "Greetings, Great Khan Temujin. It doesn't matter if you don't like me, but whether I can stay on this grassland is probably not up to you."

"Hahaha, I am the master of this grassland, how can I not have the right to take it down?"

A dozen or so cavalrymen suddenly emerged from behind Temujin, brandishing their scimitars and charging forward.

Wu Chengyu laughed loudly: "In this world, there are commanders who lead thousands of troops, and there are also chivalrous heroes who can spill blood within ten steps. The Great Khan is too close to me."

Before the words were even finished, the target in front of the dozen or so cavalrymen vanished instantly. Startled, they immediately pulled on their reins and searched around, only to find Wu Chengyu standing behind them, holding an iron helmet in his hand—the very same one that Temujin was wearing.

Temujin's face was ashen, and he was covered in cold sweat. The smugness he had felt when he first became Genghis Khan vanished instantly. He looked at Wu Chengyu with a flickering gaze, no longer displaying the domineering air of "those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish."

In an instant, before he could even see what was happening, Wu Chengyu took the iron helmet off his head. It was easy to imagine that Wu Chengyu could easily twist off his head.

Now he dared not act rashly again. He understood Wu Chengyu's meaning. Even if he was the ruler of Mongolia and had tens of thousands of elite cavalry under his command, Wu Chengyu could kill him at any time if he wanted to. This was why Wu Chengyu dared to look down on him.

With his life constantly threatened, Temujin's ambitious and arrogant heart, which had just unified Mongolia, instantly calmed down.

At this point, Temujin really didn't have many ways to guard against these martial arts practitioners.

Unlike the emperors of the Song, Western Xia, and Jin dynasties, who had long established their kingdoms and were always surrounded by a group of skilled warriors to protect them.

After the establishment of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, many masters were recruited, and many people came to join them voluntarily. For example, countless masters came from the Tantric sect, and the Golden Wheel Monk was just one of them. But in the eyes of the world, he was just an unknown tribal leader on the Mongolian grasslands. No one knew as early as the future that Temujin was not yet qualified to recruit those real masters.

In the original story, the Yellow River Four Devils, third-rate bastards, nearly killed his generals when they charged into battle, and it was only thanks to the inexperienced Guo Jing that they were saved.

Previously, when Yang Kang charged into battle with his spear, he almost killed his good son Ögedei with a single thrust. In the end, it was Guo Jing and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan who saved him.

At this moment, Temujin also faced this problem squarely for the first time. For martial arts practitioners who break the law with their martial arts, and for the common people of the Jianghu, unless he was currently in the midst of a large army, there were simply too many people who could kill him.

But Temujin was Temujin after all; even when his life was threatened, he would never yield.

"This is the Mongolian grassland. If you dare to hurt me, hundreds of thousands of Mongolian warriors will keep you here forever. You can try."

Wu Chengyu knew that Temujin was telling the truth. With hundreds of thousands of skilled horsemen and archers who were fearless and valiant, even if he had unparalleled lightness skills, he would have no choice but to flee when surrounded and pursued by these Mongol cavalrymen on the vast grasslands with no cover.

No matter how good his lightness skill is, he can escape for a while and shake off his pursuers in a short time. But no matter how strong a person's endurance is, it can't compare to the countless horses behind him. In the end, he will probably be exhausted before he even escapes the grassland, and may even be torn to pieces.

In general, both sides are afraid, and neither dares to make any rash moves.

"I came to the Mongolian grasslands only to take on a disciple and pass on some knowledge. I had no intention of clashing with the Great Khan. In fact, it was the Great Khan who disliked me first."

"Hahaha, it was I, Temujin, who misjudged you just now. Looking at you, I really couldn't tell that you were capable. You Han people have a saying, 'Don't judge a book by its cover,' and now it seems there's some truth to that."

I've always admired capable people. So, how about it, are you willing to work for me?

Genghis Khan was Genghis Khan after all. Temujin had just been threatened by Wu Chengyu, and he immediately changed his attitude, his first thought being to recruit Wu Chengyu.

Wu Chengyu shook his head without answering, but his expression and eyes told everyone that Temujin had no chance of recruiting Wu Chengyu.

Seeing this, Temujin didn't hesitate. He seemed to have completely forgotten the threat he had just received from Wu Chengyu. He dismounted and walked up to Wu Chengyu. Even though he knew that Wu Chengyu could kill him with a wave of his hand, he dared to get closer and closer.

"Since that's the case, I won't say any more. I'll say it again: I don't like you. I wouldn't feel at ease having a master like you on the grasslands."

However, I watched Jing'er grow up, so I have to give him some face. How long will you stay on the grasslands?

"How about a year? I'll teach Jing'er some skills, and then I'll leave after a year. I'm starting to dislike you, Great Khan, so it's better not to meet at all."

"Well said. We're all men. If you like someone, you like them; if you don't, you don't. If we meet again in the future, you'll never have the chance to take my helmet away again."

Let me ask you, how many martial arts masters as skilled as you are there in the world?

"I know there are two people who are better than me, and about four or five who are about the same level as me. Of course, there are definitely some I don't know about."

As Wu Chengyu answered, he handed the helmet back to Temujin, who took it and turned to leave, leaving a message as he mounted his horse.

"It's a one-year limit. If you're still on the grasslands after one year, I'll bring ten thousand cavalry to find you."

After saying this, Temujin, along with the unwilling Huazheng and Tolui whose eyes were filled with hostility and curiosity, turned and left, leaving behind only Wu Chengyu, the Guo family mother and son, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

The crowd looked at each other speechlessly. Temujin's arrival today was truly an unexpected disaster. No one could have imagined that Temujin and Wu Chengyu would clash for no reason on their very first meeting.

But Wu Chengyu secretly thought that Temujin's arrival was just in time. He had wanted to do something for a long time, but he lacked a reason. Now Temujin had really given him the opportunity.

Wu Chengyu turned to look at the skilled scholar Zhu Cong: "Zhu Erxia, you are not of my kind, and your heart must be different. You must understand these eight words."

Zhu Cong nodded, sighed, but didn't say anything.

Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff down heavily: "That Temujin actually told Jing'er not to be a Han Chinese anymore, that's outrageous! This is a matter of righteousness, how can we compromise?"

Li Ping, who was standing next to her, didn't say anything, but she also looked somewhat saddened.

Wu Chengyu asked, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, why haven't you gone back all these years?"

　I'm experiencing writer's block, so writing is a bit slow. Chapter 2 will be out later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)