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"But my Songshan sect discovered his plot. Senior Brother Mo, I saw that this little thief is using the Hengshan sword technique. He just said he wanted to silence him... Please show yourself quickly and help me capture this thief."

Suddenly a sigh was heard, followed by the mournful sound of a huqin. The sound was desolate, like a lament or a weeping. The huqin trembled and made a series of intermittent, rustling sounds, like raindrops falling on leaves. The sound of the huqin grew more and more sorrowful.

Fei Bin was overjoyed, knowing it was Master Mo who had spoken, but seeing that he still wouldn't come out from behind the tree, he couldn't help but call out loudly again, "Master Mo, why don't you show yourself?"

Suddenly the music stopped, and a thin figure emerged from behind the pine tree. He was emaciated, with hunched shoulders, looking like a consumptive ghost who might collapse at any moment. It was none other than Master Mo Da.

He held the erhu in his left hand, watching Li Mu wield a long sword that shone like a silver rainbow, swiftly thrusting and retracting, weaving and cutting, forcing Fei Bin into a sorry state. He never expected that after three years, this Huashan disciple's swordsmanship would have become so refined.

He knew that the Songshan Sect had ill intentions, and he was even more surprised that Li Mu had just used a sword technique reminiscent of the Hengshan style.

“Nephew of Huashan, the sword move you just used seems to be similar to the style of Hengshan, but Hengshan does not have this sword technique.”

Li Mu laughed and said, "Uncle Mo has keen insight. I will deal with this person first and then talk to you."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Mo Da's eyes, and he fell silent, his thoughts unknown.

Seeing that Mo Da had no intention of helping, Fei Bin shouted, "Senior Brother Mo, this little thief is treacherous and cunning, and cannot be trusted at all. He must have stolen your Hengshan Sect's secret techniques. Why don't you help me capture this person and then we can make a plan?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mu suddenly stopped, abruptly sheathed his sword, and stared at Fei Bin, saying, "Uncle Fei, since you care so much about the Hengshan Sword Technique, then today I will let you see it to your heart's content."

Before Li Mu finished speaking, he suddenly bent down, stepped forward, and thrust out a sword diagonally, reaching Fei Bin's brow in an instant.

Fei Bin was terrified. He swung his long sword diagonally, creating streaks of sword light in an attempt to block the incoming sword. However, he found that the sword was like a cloud, ethereal and elusive. One moment it was between his eyebrows, and the next it was in his dantian. It was truly impossible to defend against.

Upon seeing the sword, Master Mo's indifferent expression suddenly changed drastically. His voice trembled as he exclaimed, "This...this...could it be...could it be the Hengshan Five Divine Swords technique, which has been lost for many years by my Hengshan Sect? Is this the 'Heavenly Pillar Cloud Qi' move that encompasses the entire path?"

As the head of Hengshan Sect, he was already highly skilled in Hengshan and could vaguely discern some of the techniques used by the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan in the past.

Suddenly, Li Mu let out a clear shout, and his sword technique changed again. What was originally an ethereal sword technique suddenly became incredibly fast and unpredictable, with a constant hissing sound as it cut through the air. The air was filled with sword energy, as if a wild goose was circling around Fei Bin. Each sword strike was an arc, and then an arc, circling back and forth endlessly.

After each sword strike, a thin line of blood was drawn on Fei Bin's body. As the blood accumulated, Fei Bin's neck, wrists, ankles, back, and waist became covered with dense lines of blood.

Although Fei Bin tried his best to parry and dodge, he could not escape the shadow of Li Mu's sword light. Gradually, blood spread and splattered around the two of them, forming a red circle.

Suddenly, Li Mu abruptly stopped his attack, pointed his long sword diagonally, and stood there quietly. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh.

Fei Bin suddenly stood still, his long sword clattering to the ground. His eyes widened as he looked down at the fine wounds on his body, his entire body covered in a dense network of blood lines.

As he watched the blood gushing out, gradually turning him into a blood-soaked figure, pooling in large patches at his feet, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. A moment later, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, dead.

Master Mo's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "The Wild Goose Returns to Zhurong! It's actually the most profound of the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan! It truly is one of the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan! I've actually witnessed the long-lost ultimate technique of Hengshan..."

He seemed to have lost his soul for a moment, muttering to himself in a very desolate manner.

Chapter 555 The song ends and everyone disperses

Seeing that he was lost in thought, as if he had lost his soul, and that his usually bright eyes had suddenly become dull and lifeless, Li Mu suddenly realized that the sword technique he had casually learned was a long-lost secret technique of a major martial arts sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

He couldn't help but take two steps forward and ask, "Uncle Mo, are you alright?"

Master Mo suddenly took two steps forward, staring blankly at Li Mu, and said in a trembling voice, "This...this sword technique...is my...my Hengshan Five Divine Swords, which have been lost for a long time..." His voice was low, and as soon as he said this, his eyes were fixed on Li Mu, as if he was afraid that if he uttered a "no", his hopes would be dashed and he would never have the chance to see the divine sword again in this life.

Looking at his gaunt face and the hopeful look in his eyes, Li Mu felt an irresistible urge to refuse. He hadn't intended to hide the truth anyway; otherwise, he wouldn't have used the Hengshan School's swordsmanship to kill Fei Bin. He nodded and said, "Exactly!"

Master Mo's face flushed slightly as he looked at Li Mu excitedly and said, "Nephew, it really is it... it really is it..."

For a moment, he was unable to control himself.

Seeing his reaction, Li Mu nodded heavily again.

Upon seeing this, Master Mo's face lit up with joy. He let out a soft sigh, as if remembering something, and looked up to the sky with a long sigh: "Alas... ever since the battle between my Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Demonic Sect at Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua, the most profound set of Hengshan Five Divine Swords of my Hengshan Sect has been lost. As the head of Hengshan Sect, I have never been able to complete this sword set, and I have always considered this the greatest regret of my life. I never thought that I would see this divine sword today. It is truly a blessing from heaven..."

As he spoke, his expression grew increasingly emotional. He paused for a moment before calming himself and asking Li Mu, "May I ask, nephew, where did you obtain this sword technique?"

Li Mu knew that the Five Mountains Sword Technique inside the secret cave, whether it was he or others who learned it in the future, would eventually have to be used. It was impossible to hide it, so there was no harm in revealing it now.

However, the specifics cannot be disclosed. As for how to deal with these sword techniques—whether the Huashan Sect should practice them internally or return them to other sects—it depends on Master Yue Buqun's decision.

Thinking of this, Li Mu said carefully, "This matter is a secret, and even in my Huashan sect, there are few people who know about it. Since my master has asked, I may as well tell you. My master may have already guessed that this sword technique was left behind when my Five Mountains Sword Sect made a duel with the Demonic Sect... We only discovered it not long ago."

Master Mo's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he exclaimed, "So this sword technique is actually... actually left behind by my Hengshan senior."

Li Mu shook his head and said, "It wasn't left behind by a senior member of our Five Mountains Sword Sect, but by an elder of the Demonic Sect..."

Master Mo was stunned, as if he couldn't accept it, and stammered, "It was left behind by an elder of the Demonic Sect! Our sect's sword technique... how could it be left behind by an elder of the Demonic Sect? How could they know our sect's sword technique..."

Seeing Mo Da momentarily lost in thought, Li Mu couldn't help but sigh, "That's true. I heard from my master that a few years before our Five Mountains Sword Sect's duel with the Demonic Sect, many skilled fighters suddenly disappeared. They must have been secretly captured by the Demonic Sect, interrogated, or fought to try and learn the essence of our Five Mountains Sword Technique. If that's the case, it's not surprising that they know our Five Mountains Sword Technique."

Mo Da also recalled the records in the sect. Indeed, many people had disappeared without a trace, which was quite puzzling. Perhaps they had been captured by the Demonic Sect in order to learn about the martial arts style of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, Mo Da saw the sect's secret technique that he had longed for for many years right in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "Junior nephew, Mo Da has no great ambitions in his life. One is to protect the Hengshan Sect and the other is to find the lost sect's secret technique, the Hengshan Five Divine Swords."

"Heh... Heaven has eyes! Truly, there's always a way out. Today, I've finally witnessed the magnificence of this divine sword. Nephew, if I may be so bold as to ask, could you return it to our sect? If you do, I, Mo Da, and everyone in the Hengshan Sect will be eternally grateful and will never forget it. In the future, if anything happens, as long as it doesn't violate chivalry, I, Mo Da, will go through fire and water without hesitation. What do you say, Nephew?"

Li Mu cupped his hands and said, "No, no, Uncle Mo, you flatter me. Our Five Mountains Sword Sects are of one blood. This property originally belonged to the Hengshan Sect, and returning it to its rightful owner is only right. How could we dare to take advantage of a debt of gratitude? However..."

Mo Da thought he would agree because he heard his sincere and humble words. However, he suddenly changed the subject and asked in confusion, "Nephew, your righteousness is admirable. Is there anything difficult for you? You don't need to hold back."

Li Mu smiled and said, "It's not a difficult matter. Logically speaking, I should agree immediately. However, since this concerns our two sects, I still need to ask Master for permission... Actually, wouldn't it be better if Uncle Mo personally explained it to my Master?"

Mo Da nodded and said, "What my junior brother says is very true. This matter is of great importance and should have been approved by Junior Brother Yue. It was I who was too hasty."

Li Mu chuckled and said, "Uncle-Master, you're too kind. Once this matter is settled, I will report back to Master and will certainly not disappoint you."

Upon hearing this, Mo Da chuckled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, my junior brother. I've disturbed you today, so I'll take my leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Da turned around, picked up his erhu, and leisurely left. A tune of "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang" rang out in the pine forest. His figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Li Mu snapped out of his reverie from the mournful and melodious sound of the erhu and looked at Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang.

Qu Yang laughed heartily: "Young friend, it's been many years since we last met. Your martial arts skills have become even more superb, truly making me look at you with new respect."

He bowed and said, "Today, my young friend saved Brother Liu's family and Fei Fei. You have done me a favor, so you should accept my bow."

Li Mu knew: "There's no need for that. The Songshan Sect is too ruthless. Anyone who sees this will want to intervene. You two shouldn't bother with these formalities."

Qu Yang clapped his hands and laughed, "Good! Young friend, you are straightforward, unlike those hypocritical and treacherous people in the righteous path. If I had met you when I was young, I would definitely have traveled the world with you and roamed the land with my sword."

After a brief chat, Qu Yang picked up a package from the ground, inside which was a seven-stringed zither and a bamboo flute.

Liu Zhengfeng suddenly sighed, "Nephew, do you still remember the 'Swordsman' melody?"

Li Mu said, "Of course I remember. Three years ago, I happened to hear my uncle and Senior Qu playing the qin and xiao together, creating a piece called 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.' It was truly mesmerizing. Could it be that this piece has been completed?"

Liu Zhengfeng nodded and said, "That's right. When Brother Qu and I created this piece, it was quite incomplete. Now, after three years of hard work, we have finally completed it. My nephew is the first person besides the two of us to hear it."

Li Mu chuckled and said, "Then I'm in for a treat."

The group found a secluded spot, each found a rock to sit on, and Qu Yang took out his seven-stringed zither, tuned it a few times, and exchanged a smile with Liu Zhengfeng, their mutual appreciation undisguised!

As soon as the zither music began, the seven-stringed zither sounded very elegant, accompanied by the melodious sound of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute). Then, the zither music gradually rose higher, while the xiao music slowly lowered. However, the xiao music was low but continuous, like a wisp of silk floating in the wind, yet it was continuous and unending, which added to the feeling of being deeply moved.

One played the zither, the other the xiao; their melodious sounds blended harmoniously. Suddenly, a clanging sound emanated from the zither, seemingly carrying a murderous intent, while the xiao's melody remained gentle and graceful.

After a while, the two notes rose and fell, and suddenly the sounds of the zither and flute changed dramatically, as if seven or eight zithers and seven or eight flutes were playing music at the same time. Although the sounds of the zither and flute were extremely complex and varied, each sound was melodious and moving.

Suddenly the sounds of the qin and xiao changed again. The xiao changed its main melody, and the seven-stringed qin became just a tinkling accompaniment, but the sound of the xiao grew higher and higher.

The zither and flute played in harmony, and the two looked at each other and smiled as they played the strings and flute. The sounds of the zither and flute gradually softened, becoming more and more harmonious, rising and falling, inseparable, until the music gradually faded away and became barely audible.

In an instant, all around fell silent, with only a few people still immersed in the music, the lingering sounds reaching their ears, and they remained asleep for a long time.

After a long while, the group gradually came to their senses. Liu Zhengfeng smiled and asked Li Mu, "What do you think of this piece, nephew? Has it changed since then?"

Li Mu slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes, looked up at the sky and sighed, "The lingering sound is so beautiful that it can be heard for three days. It is hard to describe its wonder. I am afraid that I will not be able to hear any other music for some time to come."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng stroked his beard and smiled, "That's good!" He then reached into his robes and pulled out a bound book.

Li Mu asked curiously, "Is this the sheet music for 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'?"

Liu Zhengfeng nodded and said, "Indeed, I have received a great debt of gratitude from you, my nephew, and I have no way to repay it. Now my heart meridian has been severed, and my brother Qu is also seriously injured. This musical score is the culmination of our life's work. Before we die, we wish to be able to play a piece together to our hearts' content. Therefore, I present this score to you, my nephew, as a token of my gratitude..."

Seeing Liu Zhengfeng's sincere tone, Li Mu nodded and said, "Alright, then I won't refuse. I will definitely not let your hard work be lost."

Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng burst into laughter.

"Then thank you very much, young man."

After saying that, he turned to Liu Zhengfeng and said, "Brother, we can go now."

Liu Zhengfeng said, "Okay, Brother Qu."

The two walked to a blue stone, sat cross-legged, clasped their hands together, laughed loudly in unison, and with a burst of internal energy, severed the main meridian of their internal energy, dispersed their internal energy, closed their eyes and passed away.

Li Mu sighed throughout his life. These two men, it's hard to say whether they were foolish or idiotic, but they were certainly true to their nature.

Although they all have many shortcomings, they are still people worthy of respect and admiration.

Qu Feiyan realized what was happening and ran over to hug Qu Yang, sobbing.

Li Mu originally intended to return to Hengyang City to notify the Liu family to come and collect the bodies, but after thinking about it, he realized that it would be more in line with Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's wishes to be buried together.

After comforting Qu Feiyan for a while, Li Mu found Fei Bin's sword, a sword from the Songshan Sect, with a wide blade, which was quite suitable for digging.

They chose a good spot and buried the two of them together with Qu Feiyan, and then carved a piece of mountain stone to make a tombstone.

With a sigh, just as he was about to leave, Li Mu looked at the pitiful-looking Qu Feiyan, who was only a teenager, and said, "If you have nowhere to go, come with me first!"

Qu Feiyan lowered her head and remained silent for a moment, then wiped away her tears and slowly followed.

Chapter 556 Confession

Li Mu led Qu Feiyan back to Hengyang City. They had only gone halfway when eight men dressed in tight-fitting clothes suddenly appeared in the mountains at the crossroads. They were holding swords and knives and blocked their way. One of them clasped his hands and said, "Excuse me, are you Young Hero Lin from the Huashan Sect?"