12dz Chapter 81 Jian Zong goes up the mountain
Chapter 81 Jian Zong goes up the mountain
Chapter 81 Jian Zong goes up the mountain
"This must be Li, the disciple of Huashan. He is indeed a handsome and talented man."
"How could you not inform Senior Brother Yue of such a momentous event as establishing a sect and personally passing on his teachings beforehand? Upon hearing this, Alliance Leader Zuo has already sent people to prepare congratulatory gifts, which will be sent to Mount Hua on a chosen day."
"It is my fault for causing Senior Brother Zuo so much trouble."
After exchanging a few polite words, Fei Bin took out a two-inch-tall porcelain bottle from his pocket. "Last time, when Junior Nephew Li left in a hurry, Alliance Leader Zuo heard that Junior Nephew had encountered danger on the road and suffered serious internal injuries, which made him very worried."
Judging from my nephew's complexion now, he should be in great shape.
This is my sacred medicine from Mount Song for healing injuries: Qi-regulating and blood-activating pills. It has remarkable effects on healing injuries and restoring pulse. Please accept it, my nephew.
Li Che respectfully addressed him as "Uncle-Master," reached out and took the item, thinking to himself, "It's better to bury it in the ground. If people or animals accidentally eat it, or if it's some kind of slow-acting poison, that would be bad."
Fei Bin spoke politely, but made no indication of inviting the master and his apprentice to go together. It was unclear whether he had forgotten or did so intentionally.
Yue Buqun didn't think too much about it, assuming that the sword manual dispute had attracted many demons and monsters to Mount Song, and that the man surnamed Zuo was going to take the opportunity to bring up the matter of merging the Five Mountains Alliance.
It would be difficult to justify refusing.
Just as he was about to agree, Li Che spoke up first: "Master, Old Master Wang has taken good care of his disciples before, and he is also Junior Brother Lin's maternal grandfather. It would be a shame for us to pass through Luoyang without going in."
Meeting him wouldn't take much time, and I imagine Master Zuo wouldn't mind.
Ok?
Didn't you just come from the Wang family?
Lin Zhennan's family looked puzzled, but remained silent.
Old Yue glanced at his disciple and pretended to be troubled: "Well, it was my oversight. Please wait a moment, Junior Brother Fei."
"It's alright, that's how it should be."
The group entered the city gate and headed straight for the Wang family mansion.
The old tea hadn't even been taken away yet when the person came back.
Wang Yuanba, being an old and shrewd man, only hesitated for a moment before greeting him with a smile, as if it were the first time they had met.
Fei Bin was served fine tea and snacks in the front hall.
The master and apprentice took the opportunity to leave their seats and went to the back of the house.
"Che'er, you're overthinking it. Zuo Lengchan wouldn't dare to make a move openly."
Li Che frowned and pondered for a moment, "I've been thinking about this all the way here, and I feel there's something fishy about it. Zuo Lengchan has always harbored malicious intentions towards our Huashan."
Just to be on the safe side, I have asked Junior Brother Lin to stay at the Wang family for the time being. If Master does not return today, he will pretend to have received an urgent message from Mount Hua and go to Mount Song to see Master.
"One must always be wary of others; this disciple will ride back to Mount Hua immediately!"
Yue Buqun was greatly relieved upon hearing this. Although he felt that his beloved disciple was worrying too much, it was enough to show that he was always thinking about Mount Hua.
Furthermore, with Uncle Feng overseeing things at Mount Hua, what could possibly happen?
Old Yue couldn't bear to disappoint his disciple, so he smiled and said, "Very well, let's do as Che'er says."
Without a moment's delay, Li Che led his horse out of the back gate and headed straight for the north gate. Before he knew it, the horse was going faster and faster, and he felt inexplicably anxious.
In just three days, he arrived at Weilin Town at the foot of Mount Hua.
The sturdy horse, which had been galloping day and night, was already somewhat exhausted.
Since he was already at his doorstep and his stomach had been growling all the way, Li Che decided to stop at a tavern in town for a while.
A bowl of vegetarian noodles and a plate of braised beef.
Just as Li Che was about to pick up his chopsticks, a glimpse of dark yellow flashed in the corner of his eye, and he immediately turned his head to look.
A figure turned the corner, dressed in a dark yellow outfit, holding a broadsword. There seemed to be words engraved on the scabbard, but Li Che could only make out the word "Master".
People from the Songshan Sect?
Oh no!
He took out some loose silver coins, threw them on the table, got up, and left, leaving the vegetarian noodles and beef untouched.
The horse, which had just been led away and chewed a couple of mouthfuls of hay, was once again urged to gallop by its irritable owner cracking his whip.
Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua.
The three men, swords in hand, gazed at the mountain gate not far away, their expressions varied.
The old man in front tightened his grip on his long sword. The determination in his eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of hesitation. With the main character absent, bullying women and juniors was not what Feng Buping wanted.
On the other hand, Cheng Buyou, who was half a body length behind on the left, looked smug. "The scenery of Mount Hua is as beautiful as ever."
Yue Buqun has been usurping power for decades, causing the Huashan Sect to decline to this state.
Senior Brother Feng, for the sake of the great plan to revive Mount Hua, we must not hold back today. The Five Mountains Sword Sects should naturally focus on the sword. The Qi Sect, which has taken over Mount Hua, is an evil sect.
Those who disagree should be killed, only then can the name of my Huashan Sword Sect be proven!
On the other side, the short and lewd-looking Cong Buqi pinched his beard and let out lewd laughs, "It's been many years since I've seen Junior Sister Ning. I wonder how much of her former beauty she still has."
However, the longer the wine is aged, the better it becomes, which benefited the man surnamed Yue.
Feng Buping frowned slightly, but Cheng Buyou laughed and said, "What, you old codger, still want to savor the lingering fragrance of bygone days?"
"Hey~ Why not!"
"Enough!" Feng Buping stopped them immediately when he heard their conversation becoming increasingly offensive. "I intend to wait for Yue Buqun to return so I can duel him with my sword!"
Although we have Zuo Lengchan's support, if we use despicable means to coerce him, even if we gain the support of the Huashan Sect, we will only be at their mercy and become lackeys of the Songshan Sect!
"Senior Brother Feng, that's not what we said before. What's wrong with using some means to achieve our goals?" Cong Buqi hurriedly said.
"Zuo Lengchan is using us, but aren't we using him too?! You two should relax. Yue Buqun's Zixia Divine Skill is not yet fully mastered. I am confident that I can defeat him."
Moreover, there are indeed some talented people among the Huashan disciples. To win their hearts and minds, one must act with integrity and uprightness. The fact that Lu Baiwei came along is a good thing, as it eliminates any obstacles.
We have been wandering for decades, not for a short-term gain. My two junior brothers must not be so short-sighted!
As he spoke, Feng Buping recalled the scene of the sword being passed down at the Medicine King Temple. If Linghu Chong could abandon his evil ways and embrace the light, he could surely carry forward the Huashan Sword Sect.
In today's martial arts world, there are many sects, but finding a disciple with exceptional talent who can pass on his mantle is extremely difficult.
Now that he has encountered this situation, Feng Buping has thought about it more deeply and further than before!
Mount Hua may very well become the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains!
In contrast, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi looked listless and even somewhat disdainful.
The three brothers, each with their own thoughts, headed towards the main gate.
It was afternoon, and the gate was not closed.
As soon as Fang entered the courtyard, he could hear the clanging of swords and the shouts of each other.
This is the time when the disciples of Mount Hua are practicing their swordsmanship.
An outer disciple frowned as the three barged in without greeting them, asking, "Who are you three? What brings you to Mount Hua?"
Before he could finish speaking, a scream rang out, and Cheng Buyou kicked him away. "No manners! Call Ning Zhongze out here!"
The disciple clutched his abdomen, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and cried out in anguish, "Master's wife—! Eldest brother—! Someone's causing trouble!"
Feng Buping frowned, holding his sword, never expecting Cheng Buyou to strike so ruthlessly; it was too late to stop him.
"Who's causing trouble!" Linghu Chong rushed out first, his long sword already drawn.
Upon seeing his junior brother vomiting blood, his brows furrowed, and he was about to reprimand him, but after just one glance, he stopped and exclaimed, "Senior, it's you?!"
Cheng Buyou glanced sideways at Linghu Chong and sneered, "Senior Brother Feng, is this the talent you speak of?"
"Linghu Chong, we meet again. Since our parting at the Medicine King Temple, have you forgotten the sword techniques I taught you?"
Linghu Chong lowered his longsword slightly and glanced at the old man. The old man's expression was relatively kind, but the two behind him were arrogant with their left hands and smirking with their right hands. They did not look like kind people.
But the legend of the sword at the Medicine King Temple is undeniable.
"I, Linghu Chong, will never forget your kindness in passing on your sword skills, senior. But I wonder how my junior brother offended you, senior, that you would resort to such cruelty?"
Before Feng Buping could speak, Cheng Buyou snorted coldly again, "What seniors and juniors? Instead of bowing to their elders, they drew their swords to block them. They deserve to be beaten to death!"
The disciples of Mount Hua are becoming increasingly unruly. Linghu Chong, why aren't you stepping forward to pay your respects to your martial uncle?!
Uncle-Master?
Linghu Chong stood there stunned. How come he had never heard his master and mistress mention these three people before?
Then I thought, no wonder the sword technique passed down by the old master is so similar to the Huashan sword technique, it turns out that he was a senior member of the sect!
Such superb swordsmanship... The old master is so generous in passing it on.
Could he be a wandering hermit from the Huashan Sect?
Comparing the two, I'm already 70% convinced of his "disciple" identity.
But he forgot that there was a junior brother coughing up blood beside him!
Linghu Chong instinctively lowered his sword to bow.
"Chong'er, what are you doing?!"