Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 92: Rebelling against Tiangang and stepping on the mentor is the tradition of my lineage
"mother!"

"Miss Fu!"

Kou Xu and Song Shidao shouted one after another, and then hurried forward to check on Fu Jun'er's condition.

The young man in blue shirt spoke calmly:
"In today's Jianghu, the most famous are undoubtedly the four clans, but if we talk about prosperity, the Song clan is the most influential among the four."

"The Song clan is the most powerful aristocratic clan in the south, and its leader, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, is known as the world's greatest swordsman."

"Among the four surnames, the other three have mixed Hu blood. However, this southern clan, the only one left and maintaining its prestige, has always adhered to tradition and strictly forbade its members from marrying anyone other than the Han Chinese. Therefore, it is regarded as orthodox in the martial arts world."

He paused and continued:

"The most favored youngest son of the clan leader is actually attracted to a foreign woman. Seeing is believing, not hearing!"

"Master Qingzhai, please be careful with your words." Song Lu stepped forward:
"My duty as a teacher is simply to feel compassion. No matter what, I finally got to know Miss Fu."

"Haha, I fell in love with you right from the first meeting."

The young man in blue shirt said leisurely:
"It seems to be true. Love is something that only the best can afford. A true lover is born into a wealthy family. Only then can they afford and be willing to give, without even calculating or weighing the pros and cons."

"After all, ordinary people have already exhausted all their energy just to survive, engaging in intrigue and deception, weighing the pros and cons, and planning for themselves. How can they give true love, and how can they have the time and energy to be a romantic?"

"Whether you are the heir of Cihang Jingzhai or the head of Cihang Jingzhai, you are ultimately a person of the secular world who values ​​compassion."

Song Shidao stood up, his face showing an expression of pity:

"Don't you know that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda?"

"Not to mention that she was an assassin specially trained by Goryeo, only to sacrifice her life one day, the fact that she revealed the treasures from Yang Gong's treasury to the world is simply to cause chaos in the Central Plains and let them kill each other."

The young man in blue shirt asked:
"Shouldn't a foreign assassin with such a murderous heart deserve to die?"

"This..." Song Shidao was speechless, and Song Lu said quickly:

"Master Qingzhai is very understanding of righteousness. Such a person is indeed destined to die in a righteous way."

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly smiled and said:
"Mr. Song has a noble demeanor and is quite modest and polite, but why is it that his eyesight is not so good?"

"It's fine if you think I'm a woman, but why are you involved with this evil demon?"

When Song Lu was confused, the young man in blue shirt flashed and appeared beside Liu Jing, who had remained silent the whole time, and chuckled:

"Even though I've never seen a Yin Kui demon, I've been taught how to identify the martial arts of the two sects and the Six Paths of the Demon Sect since I was a child. Your charm and illusion techniques are indeed very familiar to me."

"Master Qingzhai, you're joking. My family has fallen on hard times, so I've become a prostitute, making a living by selling jokes and singing."

Liu Jing trembled, as if frightened, and looked at Song Lu pitifully:
"Lang Jun!"

Song Lu felt distressed and said anxiously:

"Master Qingzhai, is this some misunderstanding? How could Jing'er be an evil demon?"

"How dare you use your charm to do so recklessly."

The young man in blue let out a low roar, which contained extremely profound power. It disrupted Liu Jing's internal energy and injured all his internal organs. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with an unsteady step.

"My dear, save me." Liu Jing pleaded pitifully.

Song Lu couldn't bear it any longer, so he held the silver dragon crutch tightly in his hand and said:

"Master Qingzhai, you have no real evidence, yet you dare to hurt my beloved concubine. Are you taking advantage of the fact that the Song clan has no one?"

"Uphold the truth and ward off evil, eliminate demons and defend the truth. That's all."

Zhuang Bu Ran lowered his eyes, shook his feet, and released a burst of energy, which killed Liu Qing at his feet.

"you"

Song Lu's fury surged, the silver dragon crutch in his hand surging with energy, seemingly imbuing it with a powerful, unstoppable force. With the force of a blow that could shatter a boulder, he struck the young man in blue. Zhuang Bu Ran dodged lightly, preventing Song Lu's attack from missing. However, Zhuang Bu Ran refused to give up, chopping, smashing, and sweeping with forceful force, each time unsuccessful.

He then demonstrated the combination of hardness and softness of the crutch he created. It can be used as a short stick to strike fiercely, and as a judge's pen to press acupoints. The hardness is accompanied by a hidden soft power, which is in line with the principle of hiding the edge and keeping a simple style.

"boom!"

The young man in blue suddenly attacked, as if Song Lu had taken the initiative to send himself to the open goal, and was slapped on the chest by a palm, sending him flying backwards.

"If the Song clan were filled with sentimentalists or blind people like you, their fortunes would surely decline once the Heavenly Blade is buried."

The Song clan's subordinates on the huge ship, seeing Song Lu was injured, all took up their weapons. Song Shidao shouted:
"stop."

As they retreated one after another, Song Lu also stood up, holding his chest, which showed that he had only suffered some internal injuries.

At this moment, seeing that his uncle was not seriously injured, Song Shidao maintained the composure he had cultivated since childhood and said calmly:
"Your style of doing things doesn't seem like that of a descendant of Cihang Jingzhai at all."

"Oh, really?" The blue-shirted boy laughed dumbly.
"Logically speaking, considering your age, you should have never seen anyone from my Jingzhai sect."

Song Shidao said loudly:

"Although I have never seen them, I have heard that the women in Cihang Jingzhai are all considerate and have the heart of a bodhisattva."

"Although I'm not a remarkable woman, I'm still considerate enough. Do I have a heart of a bodhisattva?"

The young man in blue shirt spoke casually:
"Even assassins from foreign lands who attempt to wreak havoc on the Central Plains will be given some time to return to their homeland. They will also remember their duty to protect the righteous martial arts world and slay any evil demons they encounter."

"To do this, I just feel like I'm being too kind."

"He takes other people's lives at will, and yet he has a man's body and a woman's appearance." Song Shidao frowned.

"Rather than saying he's the heir of Cihang Jingzhai, it's better to say he's the heir of the Yin Gui Sect of the Demon Sect. This way, it's more convincing."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. My senior sister has already come down from the mountain and entered the world. You can go and ask her."

Zhuang Bu Ran looked at Kou and Xu who were helping Fu Jun'er sit up:

"If I'm not mistaken, you two have only been with this foreign woman for a few days. Why do you look so desperate?"

At this time, Xu Ziling knew that the beauty before him was extremely beautiful and decisive. If he didn't answer well, he was afraid that something unexpected would happen. So he said:

"She is our godmother, and now she is dying. If we are not sad and upset, wouldn't we be considered as heartless and ruthless people?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling grew up together and had already developed an extraordinary tacit understanding. They could often understand each other's meaning with just a glance, and they also spoke:
"That's right. Ziling and I lost both our parents when we were young. We finally got some family love, but we didn't expect to lose it so soon. Naturally, we are very sad."

"Indeed, since I killed your godmother, how about you accept me as your master?"

Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes flashed with surprise:
"My Xinjingzhai has not had any new blood so far. I see that you have excellent physiques. Are you willing to join me in carrying the righteous path of the world?"

Kou and Xu stood there in a daze, noticing the shock in each other's eyes. They wondered if this white-haired, blue-shirted young man, who was about the same age as them, had a problem with his brain.

Even the uncle and nephew Song Lu standing by couldn't help but show an expression of astonishment. Beating someone's relatives and friends to death and then accepting them as disciples, it seemed a little familiar no matter how they looked at it.

Isn’t this the consistent style of the Yinkui Sect, called cutting off worldly ties?

The young man in blue shirt said casually:

"Although you two have good physiques, you are already old. Without a great adventure, you will only become the most mediocre people in the mortal world."

"If you accept me as your master, I will teach you the true Dharma. The so-called Grand Master realm is not unattainable."

"Aren't you afraid that we will come after you to avenge your mother's death?" Kou Zhong couldn't help but ask.

The young man in blue shirt said calmly with his hands behind his back:

"Rebelling against Tiangang and trampling on our mentor is the tradition of my lineage."

(End of this chapter)