Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 379: A Conversation with the Lord of Yinfeng Valley
"Give the person back!"

Guixiang was so shocked that he lost his temper. He held Kang Rongquan in one hand and picked up Kuai En in the other. He walked carefully to Jiang Qing, handed the two to him and ran away.

At this moment, Kang Rongquan didn't know where he got the strength from, and he said with a weak breath: "Uncle Jiang, it was this thief who harmed Brother Han, it was this... this."

Unlike Guixiang who thought that the news was spread everywhere, the Sword Immortal Chongming in front of him knew about it for the first time.

But seeing his pair of phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, he no longer cared whether what Kang Rongquan said was true or false, nor did he care whether Guixiang, the son-in-law of the Yue family and the official of the Xian Dynasty, was noble or humble. He slashed with his sword and was ready to take the life of this thief.

The sword shone brightly. Guixiang's identity as the son-in-law of the Yue family still had some weight in Tie Xishui's eyes. He then gritted his teeth and used a second-grade top-grade life-saving talisman to block the attack for Guixiang who was standing there in a daze, and he himself took a punch from Yuan Jin.

He really complained bitterly! Jiang Qing and Yuan Jin's outrageous behavior was just as he wished. It was true that they had convicted the Chongming clan of murder and rebellion, but their abilities were beyond his expectations.

Tie Xishui thought to himself that if the reinforcements prepared earlier did not arrive, he, a promising young man in the state court and a pillar of the Tie family, might really die in front of this unknown scholar.

Jiang Qing's sword failed to complete the first strike, and he launched another one. Guixiang thought he would be killed on the spot this time, but unexpectedly a gust of black wind came from behind him and pulled him away. Only one of his feet was grazed by the sword light and annihilated. After a scream, he finally saved his life.

"Second senior brother!"

The two brothers had a tacit understanding, and Yuan Jin understood as soon as Jiang Qing said this.

He suddenly took out the Golden Rod again, knocking Tie Xishui dizzy. Then he ignored them and grabbed Kang Rongquan and Kuai En, then returned to the formation and took back the Six-Leaf Green Lotus Banner from Ye Zhengwen.

From then on, the Chongming Sect's killing became louder, and even though they were outnumbered, they were still evenly matched with the Jiumo Division's troops.

At this time, the black wind in front of Jiang Qing suddenly dissipated, and behind the black wind, a white-haired old man with a gloomy face and wearing a gray shirt emerged.

The old man was as skinny as a shriveled straw, and it seemed that a breeze could carry him away, but Jiang Qing felt that he had abundant spiritual energy and his aura was familiar. He should be of the same lineage as the two evil cultivators holding the banner and the bone.

But Jiang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, without any panic on his face. He only thought to himself, "This must be a person who has met a top figure in the foundation building field. I am probably no match for him."

Even so, Jiang Qing was the first to draw his sword, and this sword cut down Tie Xishui who had not yet recovered his strength.

The latter was somewhat bewildered, but the white-haired old man was furious. A black wind was staring at him, like a black iron chain pulling away the sword light. The old man was still shouting, "You youngster, seeing that the ancestor is here, you still dare to attack. Aren't you really afraid of death?"

Tie Xishui was shocked by the gust of air caused by the collision of the black wind and the sword light, and immediately came to his senses. He didn't know that the sword intent brought by Jiang Qing's sword-grinding stone was about to run out, and he just thought that the latter was still unstoppable, so he immediately abandoned the formation and turned back.

It was not until he escaped back to the clan's territory in Tiexi Mountain that he regained some courage. He just watched coldly as the new Yinfeng Valley Master Gu Honglang fought with Jiang Qing, who was covered in wounds.

"It was you who killed my two disciples before?!" Gu Honglang asked again without stopping his hands.

You have to know that Yinfeng Valley is a left-wing sect with a small population. Although Gu Honglang has done many evil things, he treats his two disciples as treasures.

These two had fought their way through hundreds of spiritual root disciples, and they were less than sixty years old, so they had a bright future. If it weren't for the fact that Tie Liuyun's recruitment was worth money and the head of the Demon Suppression Division was a lucrative job, he might not have been willing to send these two disciples to serve in the battlefield.

But he didn't expect that after he released his two disciples, one of them died as soon as they saw the battle formation. How could Gu Honglang not be annoyed, angry, and furious when all his years of hard work were destroyed in an instant? !
But he was seen manipulating the two gusts of black wind into one ball, with such momentum that it cut the wound on Jiang Qing's body a little wider, and the latter almost felt that all the hair on his body was blown off.

At this time, Jiang Qing would not explain to Gu Honglang how the two foundation-building masters of Yinfeng Valley were killed by Yuan Jin. The sword-grinding stone in his arms became brighter, which made him look fierce.

"When he was my age, Master Hei Lu wouldn't be afraid of this level of filthy stuff."

Jiang Qing did not retreat but advanced, the light of his Red Heart Burning Sun Sword grew brighter, dispersing all the evil wind in front of him. Gu Honglang did not get angry but laughed instead, and a bone banner rose in his hand. Three white bones appeared at his feet, all of them were from the late stage of cultivation, as thick as a mountain, and extremely ferocious.

The three bones are mostly as white as jade, with only the key joints soaked with ink, and there seem to be obsidians dotted among them, which are very conspicuous.

But they saw that one of them was holding a sword and shield, one was holding a double halberd, and one was holding a spear. All of them were mid-grade spiritual weapons and should not be underestimated. They rushed towards Jiang Qing at a rapid speed.

Gu Honglang did not stop after doing all this, and took out the mourning stick with his bare hands. It was filled with a strong evil aura.

After Gu Honglang established his foundation, he made a plan every year to use this stick to kill a thousand immortals and mortals. So far, he has been building his foundation for more than a hundred years, and he has seldom rested.

It can be seen to what extent he has cultivated this second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon, and how many lives have been lost due to it.

Gu Honglang formed another mysterious Taoist seal with his hands, and the mourning stick emitted a dark and evil light, rising up with the evil wind. Jiang Qing, who was fighting with the three skeletons, put away his sword and blocked it.

"Zheng" The Red Heart Burning Sun Sword, which had been invincible before, was defeated by this attack. The spiritual light on the sword body dissipated, causing Jiang Qing's blood to surge and his steps to stagnate.

Double-halberd Bai Gu took advantage of the opportunity, with two bright short halberds in his hands, rushing forward towards Jiang Qing's vital points.

Don't look at this skeleton as just a dead object, the superb halberd technique is not comparable to ordinary foundation building. If Jiang Qing hadn't responded in time, it would not be just a small price to have his hair bun knocked off.

"Hehehe" Gu Honglang laughed wildly. He was quite pleased with his success. After all, what was the point of fighting with a person of the same level? It was right to bully the weak and fear the evil, and bully the good and fear the strong.

After he took back the mourning stick, he saw Jiang Qing was at a disadvantage under the attack of three skeletons, and his face became even happier. He had a high level of cultivation and strong skills, so he was respected by Tie Liuyun and got more information from him.

He knew that the turtles in the shallow pond of the provincial government were fighting endlessly, and the conflicts between the natives and the Hakkas were almost impossible to reconcile; he also knew how annoying Chong Mingzong was in front of Tie Liuyun, the favorite of the Yue family.

If he could keep Jiang Qing, the rising star, here today, and help Tie Xishui keep all the people of the Chongming Sect here.

That would not only avenge the two disciples, but also earn a future for Yinfeng Valley. It would be only natural to ask for a chance to make a fake elixir in the future.

"Die, youngster!" Gu Honglang's eyesight was much better than Tie Xishui's. He could see that Jiang Qing was at the end of his strength, so his actions became even more ruthless.

But seeing that the evil spirit on the mourning stick was even stronger, almost condensing into substance, Gu Honglang first separated a stream of it and merged it into the evil wind, then he made a Taoist seal with his hands. The black light on the mourning stick became brighter, bringing endless sorrow and resentment, and wrapped in the evil wind, it hit Jiang Qing fiercely.

Although the three skeletons in front of Jiang Qing were lifeless, their skills in weapons were even more sophisticated than Ye Zhen who had been defeated earlier. It was already difficult to fight one against three, not to mention that there was also Gu Honglang, a left-handed cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage, harassing him from outside.

Without even turning around, even though he was still a hundred feet away from the mourning stick, Jiang Qing knew how powerful this attack was, so he could no longer hide his clumsiness. Thinking of this, three red lights appeared on his Red Heart Blazing Sun Sword, and a mouthful of blood sprayed through his clothes onto the sword sharpening stone in his arms.

After this moment, his white face became whiter and his red sword became redder, which complemented each other very well.

This is a type of sword technique that Jiang Qing obtained after he surpassed his predecessors and practiced the "Three Yang Sword Art" to perfection. It is called the Three Yang Soul-Annihilating Sword.

He had already mastered the sword skills of the Chongming Sect, which had been passed down for generations, at an early stage. He also had the "Ten Essays on the Sword Skills of Qingfuzi" for reference, the guidance of the famous teacher Heilu Taoist, and the sword-grinding stone to accompany him day and night.

Now, the "Three Yang Sword Art", a top-grade sword technique of the Hong class, is no longer a skill that can be used by reason in Jiang Qing's hands. After a few years, when Jiang Qing has spare time, he will carefully organize his experience in using the sword, and the Ming Zong Ding will have another inheritance.

Three skeletons tested the sword for Jiang Qing, and the three spiritual weapons were destroyed immediately. Master Kang would definitely feel sad after seeing this. Then, one by one, the bones broke apart, and the obsidian flowed back into the Honglang Skeleton Banner, causing the latter's joy to fade slightly and his heart to beat.

These three skeletons were merely summoned by the Bone Banner using spiritual energy. As long as the obsidian on the joints was not damaged too much, these three skeletons would be restored to their original state in just two to three years.

As for those spiritual weapons, although they are worth cherishing, they are not important things for a true cultivator of Gu Honglang's level.

When the news is not as tense as it is now, I will go out in the dark and take some time to wipe out the two foundation-building sects, and that will be all I need.

The reason why his face changed color was because Jiang Qing's swordsmanship was sharp and extraordinary. There were many sword practitioners in the nearby states, but very few could grasp its essence. Even the Shujian Sect, which claimed to have established its sect with the two sets of "scriptures and swords" for nearly a thousand years, could hardly find a person who could compare with Jiang Qing among the foundation-building masters of the past generations.

"Is this the Three Yang Sword Art? That doesn't seem right. Even when Zhang Yuandao was alive, I never heard that he could practice this sword art to such an extent."

Gu Honglang had also seen that brilliant young man from the capital in his early years. At that time, he was just a small Qigong practitioner who treasured top-grade magic weapons. At that time, Zhang Yuandao had already made a name for himself in the campaign to pacify the barbarians, so he naturally admired him.

It was only after nearly two hundred years of hard training that he became the master of a sect and a top-level cultivator as he is today. During this period, no one knew how much hardship he had gone through, which he could not tell to outsiders.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yuandao was resurrected, he thought that his ability was not inferior to that of the founder of the Chongming Sect, and he would not allow a junior like Jiang Qing to act arrogantly in front of him.

He saw Jiang Qing's sword was shining brightly, and the bright red sword light could break the wind and destroy the evil spirit, but it only cut a white mark on the mourning stick. Gu Honglang's eyes showed a sharp light, and he just stretched out his finger and lightly tapped, and the mourning stick increased its power by another three points.

This evil weapon that had swallowed up the lives of tens of millions was indeed extraordinary, but the Red Heart and Burning Sun Sword, which was showing its ferocious power in the scene, could not suppress it at all, and was instead broken by the powerful force with a "crack" sound.

Jiang Qing groaned, his heart was churning, and blood appeared at the corners of his mouth. It was not because the flying sword was damaged, but because the backlash brought by his forced use of the sword stone was finally unbearable and broke out.

The joy on the surface of Tiexi River was even stronger, and it was almost difficult to be proud of oneself. The frustration caused by Kang Rongquan and Kuai En being kidnapped by Chongmingzong disappeared.

After all, having Kang Rongquan is not the same as having Jiang Qing.

Not to mention that if Jiang Qing was defeated, how many of Chongmingzong's troops would survive Gu Honglang's attack? By then, Fei Nan'an, Zhu Tong and other people from the capital would have very good expressions.

Thinking of this, those lowly cultivators who were fighting just now became even less valuable in the eyes of the Tie brothers. Tie Xishui even regained his courage and led the battle in the front.

Even though he was no match for Jiang Qing and Yuan Jin, he could still show his might against the minor Qi training cultivators. He held the seal in his hand and crushed a group of cultivators, causing blood and flesh to splatter, and it was difficult to stop his popularity for a while.

At the same time, Jiang Qing's vision began to blur. He could hear the sounds of killing from both sides behind him getting louder. He could also see the black light on the mourning stick in Gu Honglang's hand gathering again and coming towards him to kill.

So he curled his fingers into swords, pressed several major acupoints, and held a pill in his mouth to moisten his tendons and veins. What he thought in his mind was indeed simple. Even if he was defeated, he would always fight with Gu Honglang for a while longer and wait for the situation to change.

"Uncle Black Shoe, when will you arrive?"

————Biha Cave

There was silence in Gu Su's cave. The Taoist in black shoes had his eyes closed. On the black lacquered low table in front of him were two bowls of tea, one clear and the other rich.

The two bowls of tea were drunk by the man sitting opposite the Taoist in black shoes. He was shorter than Yuan Jin, older, and had an ordinary look, except for his pair of eyes which were extremely bright.

Although he was in another place, he looked calm and composed. Even though the black-shoe Taoist hadn't spoken for a long time, he didn't show any impatience.

After he finished two cups of fragrant spiritual tea, he didn't make a sound.

But the Taoist Black Shoes seemed to have noticed it. He opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of sword intent in his eyes. He said in a very respectful tone: "It turns out that the master I met that year was actually Senior Yue. I am deeply grateful for your kindness in teaching me the Tao, and I will never forget it."

Yue Jing didn't look at him, but fiddled with the two-color tea bowl on the low table and spoke to him with his head down: "Your character skills are far inferior to your sword skills. No wonder Yin Shangong often said that you would suffer from this in the future."

"Mr. Shan is actually familiar with you, senior?!" Taoist Heilu asked in surprise, and it was obvious that what Yue Jing said was beyond his expectations.

Yue Jing rolled his eyes at the Taoist Heilu and sneered, "What's so surprising about this? If it weren't for me helping him from time to time, do you think that a poor man like him could come up with so much food and supplies to help the cultivators in Yunjiao Province?!"

Even though this statement was not completely untrue, it was certainly exaggerated. Taoist Heishi did not believe it completely and just bowed his head to thank him.

Yue Jing did shake his head and said softly, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I am different from that idiot. He cultivates talents, but he teaches everyone according to their hearts. But I am different. I want him to report the best among them to me, and then find an opportunity to create a coincidence to show my kindness."

The black-shoe Taoist's eyes showed a strange look, but Yue Jing smiled again: "It's just a stale trick used by the noble families outside. It's only in our Shannan Road border area that even a talent like you is too shallow. It's new to hear it.

Yin Shangong's vision is not bad. He said that your swordsmanship is the best he has ever seen in his life, so I tried to modify a wild-level sword manual to teach you. In just three days, you have become extremely proficient, which makes me so excited that I can't help but accept you as my apprentice. "

Seeing that the black-shoe Taoist was frowning, Yue Jing also felt a little curious, but he did not ask, and continued: "But Yin Shangong once told me that you were born in a humble family, abandoned by your master, and ostracized by your senior brothers, and only found full warmth from that kid He.

Therefore, you should be a mean, ungrateful, and indifferent person. Previously, the outside world had said that you and He Xiaozi had a life-and-death battle for the orthodoxy, which resulted in his death and the demise of his sect, and his disciples scattered. Everyone was shocked, saying that you were a reincarnation of a Zhongshan wolf, and He Xiaozi was the Dongguo of the modern era.

I am not like that. After hearing about this, I feel that you are born to practice Taoism and you will definitely achieve great things in the future. But I dare not invest any more resources in you, and I will not associate with you anymore.

I thought that no matter how much I could earn from you, you would not take it seriously. If you become a big shot, my Yue family would not be able to benefit from it at all. Who knows, we might end up like Chongming Sect in the future."

The Taoist Heilu's expression remained unchanged after hearing what Yue Jing said. Only when the latter mentioned Sect Leader He did he reveal a trace of tenderness.

Yue Jing did not look at his reaction, but continued: "But later I could not understand. After you left Hemu Dao, you should have practiced in peace. Even if you still have some conscience, after you asked for the daughter of Fei family for Kang Dabao and raised the door lintel, your conscience should have been at peace long ago.

But after Jiang Qing's arm was broken, he seemed to be heartbroken for you, and you always stood up for the Chongming Sect. If I hadn't come this time, you would have become enemies with the Tie Family and the Yue Family, and mixed into the vortex of our native and Hakka factions. These kinds of behaviors seem to have really regarded Kang Dabao and others as your own nephews. Hei Lu, I don't seem to understand you anymore."

Hei Lu was silent for a long time after hearing this. After a while, he finally said, "I wonder what Hei Lu should do to keep Chong Ming Zong?"

Yue Jing only smiled after hearing this, but he put away his teacup and said softly, "This time Tie Liuyun has a reason and a basis for his actions. Fei Nan'an of the Fei family is already on his way back to Yingzhou with Kang Dabao and his wife. No one in his family will worry about rescuing him. Zhu Tong and others are even more mediocre. I regard them as pigs and dogs."

Seeing that the black-shoe Taoist's brows were getting more and more furrowed, he put on a smile:

"It's just a Chongming Sect. They have been doing too well these years. With the support of Fei Nan'an and you, they have gained too much and suffered too little. They have forgotten how many families and sects that did not abide by the rules and disrespected the king's laws were destroyed by the Lord.

I also forgot that this Chongming Sect is nothing at all. From the beginning to the end, the only two people who can catch the Boye's eye are you and Kang Dabao."

When Yue Qing said this, he slammed his knuckles on the low table, causing the black-shoe Taoist's ears to ache.

But the old man's smile became even more intense: "Kang Dabao has already gone to Yingzhou, and you will definitely not be able to leave today."

The black-shoe Taoist's eyes were filled with a fierce aura, which made Yue Jing's smiling eyes slightly narrow.

The old man was not afraid at all, and just said softly: "I know you are extremely talented, and you can fight against fake pills at the middle stage of foundation building, but you must not forget that I, Yue Jing, am not a waste like Xue Wu."

The Taoist Heilu had a thought, and all kinds of ideas kept turning in his mind. After a few breaths, he made up his mind. The thing in his arms had already started to glow, but the idea was extinguished by Yue Jing's words.

"I forgot to tell you, kid, that my Yue family's plan has already come true. If nothing unexpected happened, the Dingzhou Hongyi Sect's main mountain should have been broken just now, and the news should have been passed to the Yunjiaozhou court and presented to the Earl."

These proud words made the black-shoe Taoist's pupils shrink, and the glowing object quickly dimmed. He said nothing more, but sighed in his heart: "I am really mean and ungrateful! I am really mean and ungrateful!!"

(By the way, did you accompany your wife back to her parents’ home on the second day of the Chinese New Year like Lao Bai?)

(I recommend a sincere work: a light comedy in the prehistoric style, a series of stories triggered by a soul from a later life traveling through time and space to become a disciple of Jiejiao in order to save himself. The writing style is light and interesting, and it is a sincere work by an old author. Everyone is welcome to appreciate it)

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