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Go up to Songshan Mountain? ?

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the hall.

The disciples looked at each other with different expressions. Songshan Sect was the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, and Zuo Lengchan, the leader of Songshan Sect, was a great figure in the martial arts world. Everyone knew that Zuo Lengchan was a skilled martial artist, and he was also a smart and resourceful person. When the three words "Leader Zuo" were mentioned in the martial arts world, everyone was in awe. Moreover, when it came to judging the truth in the martial arts world, it was not just a matter of "judging" and leaving it at that. If there was a disagreement, it would often be followed by fighting.

Although Yue Buqun is a martial arts master, he may not be a match for Zuo Mengzhu. What's more, there are more than ten junior brothers of Zuo Mengzhu in Songshan Sect, known as the "Thirteen Guardians of Songshan" in the martial arts world. Although Fei Bin, the Great Songshan Master, has passed away, there are still twelve people left.

All of these twelve people are masters of outstanding martial arts. Except for the second senior brother, no second-generation disciple of Huashan Sect can defeat them. Isn't it too reckless to rashly go to Songshan to cause trouble?

Although the disciples thought so, no one dared to speak, and the hall fell silent for a while.

Ning Zhongze heard what her husband said, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes. She secretly applauded. She immediately straightened her back and said loudly:
"Feng Buping and his men came to Huashan with the banner of the Five Mountains Sword Sect to cause trouble. Who can guarantee that the banner was not stolen? Even if the banner was really awarded by Alliance Leader Zuo, it is our Huashan Sect's own business and Songshan Sect has no right to interfere. Although Songshan Sect has many people and Alliance Leader Zuo is highly skilled in martial arts, our Huashan Sect will never surrender. Anyone who is timid and afraid of trouble should stay here."

When the disciples heard this, who would admit that they were cowardly? They straightened their backs and responded in unison: "Master and Master's Wife have given the order, and we will not hesitate even if we have to go through fire and water."

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the disciples quickly packed their bags, carefully tied up their clothes and dry food, put them on their backs, checked their swords again, and after confirming that they were all correct, they descended Mount Hua in a mighty procession.

The group walked westward for more than thirty miles and arrived at a street market. The street market was bustling with people, various stalls were dazzling, and shouts were heard one after another.

Yue Buqun stood at the side of the street, looking through the crowd, and then said to Lao Denuo: "De Nuo, go hire a carriage for your master's wife and Ling Shan to ride in."

Laudenuo followed the order and went to search in the streets. After a while, he found a carriage. Although the carriage was a bit old, it was still clean.

After arranging for Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan to get on the car, the group headed eastward towards Songshan.

That day, when we reached the town of Weilin, the sky gradually darkened.

Weilin Town is not big, and there is only one inn in the town. Yue Buqun led everyone into the inn, and saw that there were already many guests staying in the inn. The lobby was noisy, and the tables and chairs were placed in a mess. The waiter was busy running around, serving tea and water.

Yue Buqun frowned, looked around the store, and said to Ning Zhongze, "There are so many people living here, and we have female relatives, so it would be inconvenient to stay here."

Ning Zhongze nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Yue Buqun turned to everyone and said, "Let's go a little further and talk about it in the town ahead." Everyone responded and turned around and walked out of the inn.

Unexpectedly, they had not traveled three miles when something unexpected happened. The cart that Ning Zhongze was riding in suddenly made a "crackling" sound, and the axle came off.

Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan were sitting in the car, and were thrown forward by the sudden vibration. They had no choice but to get out of the car, looking at the car with the axle dislocated, and sighed softly.

Shi Daizi stood aside, looking towards the northeast corner, then pointed there and said, "Master, there is a temple in the woods over there. Shall we go over there and stay overnight?"

Madam Yue showed hesitation and said, "It's just that it's not very convenient for women."

Yue Buqun thought for a moment and said to Shi Daizi, "Daizi, go over and ask. If the monks in the temple don't agree, forget it. Don't force it."

Shi Daizi responded, exerted force on his feet, and ran away.

Soon, he came back panting and shouted from a distance: "Master, this is a dilapidated temple, there are no monks."

When everyone heard this, they were immediately delighted, and several young disciples ran towards the dilapidated temple.

When Yi Huawei rushed to the outside of the temple, he saw dark clouds piling up in the eastern sky like thousands of troops. In just a moment, the sky was completely dark.

Ning Zhongze breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately there is a dilapidated temple here, otherwise we would have encountered heavy rain on the way."

Walking into the main hall, I saw a green-faced statue enshrined in the hall. The statue was covered with leaves and held a bunch of dry grass in its hand. It was none other than Shennong, the Medicine King Bodhisattva who tasted hundreds of herbs.

Yue Buqun looked solemn, put his hands together, and took the lead in saluting the statue. Seeing this, all the disciples followed suit.

Before everyone could unfold their bedding, a dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by a loud "boom" in the air, a thunderclap exploded, and raindrops as big as soybeans fell "crackling" and hit the tiles with a rustling sound.

The dilapidated temple was leaking everywhere, so everyone stopped making their beds and found a dry place to sit down. Yi Lin, Yue Lingshan, and another female disciple rolled up their sleeves and went to the side to light a fire and cook.

Mrs. Yue looked at the rain outside the window and sighed softly: "The spring thunder sounded so early this year. I'm afraid the harvest will be bad."

Linghu Chong sat alone in the corner of the hall, leaning against the bell stand, looking at the rain pouring down from the eaves, his heart filled with sorrow. During this journey, he seldom spoke to Yue Lingshan. Sometimes when he saw Yue Lingshan and Yi Huawei together, he would stay away from them. But whenever he saw Yue Lingshan and Yi Huawei walking side by side and talking in a low voice, his chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and he felt a sharp pain.

At this time, it was pouring outside the Yaowang Temple. Yue Lingshan was busy walking around in the temple, helping to boil water and cook. Every time she met Yi Huawei's eyes, a smile would appear on their faces. They thought that no one else noticed this scene, but every subtle change in expression did not escape Linghu Chong's eyes. Every time the two smiled at each other, Linghu Chong's heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle. He wanted to turn his head away, but every time Yue Lingshan passed by, his eyes would always follow her involuntarily.

After dinner, everyone found a place to sleep. The rain was heavy at times, light at times, but it never stopped. Linghu Chong was upset and could not fall asleep. He listened to the snoring in the hall and knew that everyone had fallen asleep.

The night was as dark as ink and the rain was pouring down.

The big raindrops hit the dilapidated roof of the temple, making crackling sounds, and then slid down the tiles, forming streams of water, washing the muddy path in front of the temple.

The howling wind blew up the dead branches and leaves on the ground, making them fly wildly in the air.

The sound of wind and rain woke up all the Huashan disciples from sleep. They closed their eyes to rest, but were suddenly awakened by the sound of rapid horse hooves. The sound came from far away and was as dense as a sudden rain.

Linghu Chong suddenly opened his eyes. Who would be on the road at this late hour and raining so hard? Could they be sent to Huashan?
He sat up and was about to ask, but he heard Yue Buqun's voice in the darkness: "Everyone, be quiet."

Although the voice was not loud, it made everyone quiet down instantly.

Linghu Chong knew that his master's action must have a deep meaning, so he stopped talking, but tightly grasped the hilt of the sword beside him, looking vigilantly in the direction of the temple gate. He turned his head to look at Yue Lingshan, but saw her walking towards Yi Huawei, and a trace of bitterness rose in his heart again.

The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from the temple. Everyone in the Huashan Sect held their breath, only to hear the dozen or so riders running past the temple.

The disciples sat up one by one, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly. The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to lie down and rest, they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming back.

Soon, more than ten horsemen arrived outside the temple and stopped in an orderly manner. A clear voice sounded in the rain: "Is Mr. Yue from the Huashan Sect in the temple? We have something to ask you." Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone.

Although Yi Huawei's martial arts skills are much stronger than Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong is the eldest disciple of Huashan Sect, and he is usually the one who handles most of the daily issues.

Linghu Chong stood up and walked to the door, stretched out his hand to unbolt the door, and slowly pushed the door open. The door creaked open, and the cold wind wrapped in rain instantly blew in his face. Linghu Chong squinted his eyes slightly, and looked outside the temple in the light of the lightning.

Fifteen horsemen were seen lined up outside the temple. All the people on the horses were wearing black cloth masks, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. They were holding Kongming lanterns in their hands, and they were all shining them towards Linghu Chong's face.

In the darkness, six or seven lights shone in front of him at the same time, and the light made Linghu Chong's eyes go white. He was startled and thought to himself, "If these people are not acquainted with us, they are afraid that we will remember their appearance." He endured the glare and squinted his eyes and asked, "Which group of friends are visiting us in the middle of the night?"

The man standing on the left spoke up: "Please come out, Mr. Yue Buqun."

Linghu Chong frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you? May I know your name so that I can report to my master?"

I felt something was wrong. These people came to visit me late at night, wearing black cloth, obviously not wanting to reveal their identities. Who were they? And why did they come to Huashan Sect late at night?

The man did not answer, but just said: "You don't need to ask who we are. Go and tell your master that I heard that Huashan Sect got the "Bixie Sword Manual" from Fuwei Escort Agency and they want to borrow it to have a look."

Linghu Chong was furious and sneered, "The Huashan Sect has its own martial arts. What use is there for us to ask for someone else's "Sword Manual of Exorcism"? Not to mention that we didn't get it. Even if we did, you are so unreasonable and demanding it. Do you still take the Huashan Sect seriously?"

But the man burst into laughter, and the other fourteen also laughed. The laughter was so loud that it echoed far away in the wilderness.

Linghu Chong was shocked. These people's internal strength was obviously not weak, especially the leader. His laughter was filled with internal strength, which made him a little difficult to resist. He was secretly surprised: "I met a strong enemy again tonight. These fifteen people seem to be all good fighters, but I don't know where they come from?"

Amid the laughter of the crowd, the man said loudly, "I heard that the boy surnamed Lin from Fuwei Escort Agency has joined the Huashan Sect. We admire the swordsmanship of Mr. Jian Yue, the gentleman of Huashan Sect, who is unrivaled in the martial arts world. He certainly doesn't care about the "Bixie Sword Manual". We are unknown people in the martial arts world, so we dare to ask Mr. Yue to lend it to us for a look."

His voice was clear and loud, and even amid the laughter of the crowd, it was no less powerful, which showed that this man's internal strength was even better than others.

Linghu Chong was startled and was about to retort, but found that his voice was drowned out by the other party's laughter and could not be heard at all.
At this time, Yue Buqun's voice came from the temple: "You are all famous figures in the martial arts world. Why do you modestly call yourself a nobody? I never lie. The Lin family's "Bixie Sword Manual" is not with us."

When he said these words, he used the Purple Cloud Divine Art. Amid the laughter of more than ten people outside the temple, everyone inside and outside the temple could hear him clearly. His tone was light and casual, just like a normal conversation. Compared with the loud voice of the man who used his energy to speak, it seemed much more natural.

I only heard another man's gruff voice: "You claim you're not here, but where have you been?"

Yue Buqun sneered and did not answer.

The man shouted, "Mr. Yue, are you going to hand it over or not? Don't refuse a toast. If you don't hand it over, we will have to use force and come in to search."

Yue Buqun's face darkened instantly. He stared coldly at the people outside the temple, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Ning Zhongze whispered at the side: "Wei'er, go ahead and keep an eye on the junior brothers and sisters."

Yi Huawei nodded, and in a flash he was already standing at the door. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, the tip of the sword drooping slightly, and his eyes swept over the people outside the temple.

Madam Yue whispered again: "Female disciples, stand together, back to back, male disciples, draw your swords!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples stood up. The female disciples quickly stood together, back to back, to form a defensive circle. The male disciples drew their swords, pointed the tips of the swords at the ground, and stared at the enemies outside the temple with vigilant eyes.

The sound of swords being drawn rang out in the rain, and the faint light of the Kongming lantern was reflected on the blade, adding a bit of murderous aura.

Yue Buqun had no objection to his wife's arrangement. He knew that Yi Huawei was a skilled martial artist, capable of dealing with these enemies, but he couldn't always let him take the lead. These disciples should also have some experience, otherwise how could they stand on their own in the future.

He sighed slightly, glanced at all the disciples, and thought to himself: "The future of Huashan Sect still depends on them."

Linghu Chong stood at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, his right hand firmly on the hilt of the sword.

In a flash, the two men jumped off their horses and rushed straight towards Linghu Chong. Seeing this, Linghu Chong immediately tensed his body and prepared to draw his sword to meet the enemy.

However, before he could make any move, one of them suddenly shouted, "Get out of here!" Along with the shout, the man kicked out at an extremely fast speed, straight at Linghu Chong's chest.

Linghu Chong was unable to dodge and was hit by the kick. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and flew backwards uncontrollably, somersaulting several times in the air before falling far away and landing heavily in the bushes outside the temple. The branches and leaves scratched his clothes and skin, causing a burning pain. His mind was in a mess, his ears were buzzing, and he was at a loss for a moment.

(End of this chapter)