Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 47: The Heroes Climb Mount Hua in the Snowy Storm

After hesitating for less than five breaths, Huang Yaoshi picked up the Nine Yin Scriptures handed to him by Qiu Chuji and began to read it carefully.

He read it very seriously at first, then read faster and faster, and finally threw the Nine Yin Scriptures in his hand directly back into Qiu Chuji's arms with a look of disgust.

He admitted that the martial arts recorded here were all very good, and some even gave him some inspiration.

But that’s all!
Huang Yaoshi during this period was at the most creative age of his life. Whether it was martial arts or formations, medicine, alchemy, divination, or stargazing, he had his own ideas and could link them together from time to time.

Huang Yaoshi, who has such creative passion and ability, certainly does not think that some martial arts with powerful lethality are so great. He is very confident that as long as he is given some time, he can create better ones.

"Is this the Nine Yin Scriptures?" Huang Yaoshi did not suspect that Qiu Chuji had concealed part of it, he just expressed his disdain.

"This is indeed the Nine Yin Scriptures, but in the eyes of more people, it is not entirely true!" Qiu Chuji replied.

Huang Yaoshi was so smart that he guessed the answer in an instant based on the information he had.

"Is this a conspiracy by the Jin people?"

"So, Brother Taoist, what are you going to do?" asked Huang Yaoshi.

Qiu Chuji said: "The text is incomplete, so I will make up for it!"

"Tomorrow, please be fair, Brother Huang, and announce to the public that you have seen part of the complete Nine Yin Manual and recognized it as the greatest achievement in the world."

Huang Yaoshi said, "Brother Dao wants to stop the vast torrent with his own strength, how can I not agree?"

Although Huang Yaoshi is evil, he does not care about small matters, but he never loses in the greater good.

What Qiu Chuji is about to do is for the greater good.

"It's just that Huang is a nobody and his influence has never been great. I'm afraid that even if I do this justice, not many people will believe it." Huang Yaoshi frowned and said.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi no longer cared about his face and told the truth directly.

Most of Huang Yaoshi's expertise was gained through "borrowing" from everywhere and then summarizing it himself. Being so careless, his reputation in the martial arts world is definitely not good.

Fortunately, he also knew the art of disguise and was relatively low-key. He did not use the things he borrowed directly, but digested them and innovated on his own. This is why he did not become a public enemy in the martial arts world.

"Then please, Brother Huang, fight me again tomorrow and try your best to snatch this Nine Yin Manual."

Qiu Chuji's voice was very light and it melted into the wind and quickly dissipated.

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The next morning, the weather cleared up again, but the chill in the wind still seemed to blow into people's souls.

Dozens of Shaolin monks carried buckets of coarse salt and brooms and began to clear the snow on the Huashan Mountain Trail early in the morning.

These monks were all masters trained in the Shaolin Temple, so their martial arts skills were naturally very impressive. Even though there was a lot of snow and ice on the mountain path, they were still able to clear it at a fast speed. Before noon, they had already cleared a path for people to climb.

If ordinary people climb the mountain at this time, they may still be in danger of rolling down the mountain path and falling into the abyss, but as long as they are martial artists with a certain level of skills, they can probably use this to climb the mountain without any problems.

The martial artists who had been lingering at the foot of the mountain for many days had long heard the news that Jin Yanzi had already climbed Mount Huashan. Now, seeing the monks from Shaolin Temple taking the initiative to lead the way, they followed her up the mountain.

Suddenly, people could be seen swarming on the narrow Huashan Mountain Road. It seemed that God did not want to see so many people from the underworld rushing to Huashan Mountain to seek death at this time of year, so when people were halfway up the mountain, snowflakes as big as goose feathers suddenly fell.

A snowstorm suddenly hit, and with the cold wind blowing, the narrow mountain path seemed unstable. A cold fog came, and people walking in the mountains felt like they were walking on a swaying tightrope high in the air. Every step was terrifying.

In such an environment, if you want to continue moving forward, you can't even identify the direction and the road under your feet. If you step on empty air, you will be crushed to pieces.

Some people who had not yet climbed high were suddenly awakened from their greed by the cold wind. They chose to go down the mountain when they were closest to the so-called magical power.

More people were cooperating with each other, pulling the ropes and climbing the mountain faster.

Hong Qi was also mixed in the crowd, occasionally stopping, his eyes a little dull, as if staring into the distance, or as if listening carefully.

In fact, the small Taoist temple at the top of the mountain was already full of people.

On the left and right sides were mostly monks from the Shaolin Temple, who seemed to have spontaneously taken on the task of maintaining order.

In addition to the monks from the Shaolin Temple, masters from many martial arts sects, such as the Beggars' Sect, the Iron Palm Gang, the Kunlun Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, the Kuacang Sect, the Qingxi Sect, the Funiu Sect, etc., also gathered here.

These people spontaneously formed groups, being wary of each other, yet needing each other.

Before seeing the 'real chapter', there were already too many bloody conflicts between them.

There are smart people who suspect that all this is a conspiracy, but smart people cannot stop the trend that has already formed.

If there really is a martial art that can be regarded as the general outline of martial arts in the world and can explain the exquisiteness of martial arts in the world, then missing such an opportunity means falling behind, losing the chance to reach the top of the world, and the entire sect may be eliminated.

"Golden Swallow, you have attracted all the heroes in the world here, why don't you come out, say hello to us, and come up with a set of rules?" Qiu Qianzhang, who didn't know that Qiu Qianren was dead, pretended to be his younger brother, swaggered out of the crowd, and shouted at the gate of the Taoist temple.

He was "invited" here by Jin Yanzi alone, and because of his "status", he could be more ostentatious at this time.

With a creaking sound, the small door of the Taoist temple was opened. Qiu Chuji held up a wooden sword that he had made last night using ancient pine branches from the mountains, closed the door in a chic and light manner, and then walked out calmly. His whole movement was smooth and flowing, as if he was just going out to buy breakfast.

Hao Datong, who was also in the crowd, was about to call out "Senior Brother", but was immediately covered over his mouth by Liu Chuxuan who also came over.

Wang Chuyi looked around vigilantly, planning how to disrupt the place if things got bad, and how to escape with Qiu Chuji.

Although Qiu Chuji told Hao Datong not to go down the mountain again if Wang Chongyang did not return.

But fellow students, friends, and brothers are like this. Even if they know they may not be able to provide much help, or may even become a burden, they are still worried and choose to break the agreement and go through fire and water to come.

"Golden Swallow has caught a cold, so it's inconvenient for me to see you fellows."

"She entrusted the Nine Yin Scriptures to me and asked me to deal with it on her behalf." Qiu Chuji said, raising the Nine Yin Scriptures in his hand.

"How do we know if what you have in your hand is the real scripture?"

"You little Taoist priest, you wouldn't have stolen the scriptures first and then fooled us here, right?" Qiu Qianzhang was the first to attack, really not knowing how to live or die.

(End of this chapter)