The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Qu Yang slowly raised his head and looked at the old man blocking the road, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"I don't listen to music. Excuse me."

He pulled Qu Feiyan along, trying to get around the old man.

The withered old man did not look up; he picked up his erhu and the mournful music suddenly rose.

"If the music is not listened to, the road will be blocked."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry.

"Mr. Mo," Qu Yang sighed, "Although our paths diverge, is there really any need to fight here?"

The martial arts practitioners were in an uproar when they heard the name "Master Mo Da".

"Mo Da? Master Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect?!"

"Where is Master Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Night Rain?"

No one expected that this old man who looked like a beggar performing was actually the renowned leader of the Hengshan Sect.

Mr. Mo slowly raised his head.

Those cloudy eyes held only deep weariness.

"Go back. Hengshan City is a fire pit now. If you go, not only will you not be able to save him, but you will also get caught up in it."

Qu Yang's body trembled.

He naturally knew who Mo Da was referring to.

Liu Zhengfeng.

"Master Mo, Brother Liu has retired from the martial world, intending to withdraw from its conflicts. As his senior brother, it's fine if you don't support him, but why are you preventing me from seeing him?"

"Retiring from the martial arts world?"

Mo Da's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Once you're in this cesspool, there's no going back. The sword is already sharpened, just waiting for someone to stick their neck out. Your going is just an excuse to give that person a chance."

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Qu Yang clearly understood the meaning behind it.

"If he is in trouble, I will go even more."

"Friends..." Mo Da murmured, repeating the two words.

He suddenly stood up and flicked the bow in his hand upwards.

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint appeared.

Hidden within that slender erhu was a sharp sword as thin as a cicada's wing!

"laugh!"

Sword light rained down, enveloping Qu Yang's entire body.

"The Thirteen Styles of Ever-Changing Clouds and Mist!"

This sword strike was extremely fast, unpredictable, and difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, just like the clouds and mist of Mount Heng, making it impossible to fathom.

Qu Yang dared not be negligent. He quickly retreated, and with a flick of his sleeve, two black blood needles shot out.

He aimed straight for Mo Da's eyes, attempting to force the opponent to retreat.

"Ding! Ding!"

The massive longsword trembled slightly, precisely deflecting the divine needle, its momentum increasing rather than decreasing.

In the blink of an eye, the two masters were locked in combat.

Sword energy crisscrossed, dust flew everywhere.

The surrounding tea drinkers were so frightened that they all backed away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Qu Feiyan stood aside, stamping her feet in frustration.

She could tell that although her grandfather had profound inner strength, Master Mo's swordsmanship was strange and unpredictable, and in a real fight, he actually had the upper hand over her grandfather.

Moreover, this is Hengshan territory after all. If other righteous masters are attracted here, Grandpa will be in danger.

Her eyes darted around, and her gaze fell on the old Taoist priest who was still leisurely drinking.

The old Taoist priest was so domineering when he killed Luo Hao, his martial arts skills must be quite high!

"Hey! Old Taoist priest!"

Qu Feiyan rushed over, grabbed Chen Qianyang's sleeve, and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Taoist priest! Please help my grandfather! That old man who plays the erhu is wicked; he's trying to kill him!"

Chen Qianyang held his wine bowl, watching the two people fighting fiercely in the arena.

This is a live showdown between top-level masters.

Mo Da's swordsmanship was desolate and bizarre, while Qu Yang's hidden weapon techniques were insidious and vicious.

Both of them are top-notch masters. This level of combat is the best whetstone for him, who is in the process of improving his martial arts skills.

Should we intervene or not?

Of course we need to manage it.

As for whom to help?

Hey!

Chen Qianyang put down his wine bowl and glanced at her sideways.

"Little brat, why should I help? That old man is righteous, and although his attacks are ruthless, he has no intention of killing. On the contrary, your grandfather's every move is insidious. I am a monk; it's already generous of me not to help that old man kill you demonic cultists. You expect me to save people?"

Qu Feiyan was momentarily speechless, but she reacted quickly and immediately adopted a pitiful expression.

"Master~" she shook Chen Qianyang's arm, her voice sickeningly sweet, "You are a reclusive master, how could you stoop to the level of a commoner? As long as you're willing to help drive that old man away, I'll agree to any conditions you set!"

"Oh?"

"You'll agree to any conditions?"

"Of course!" Qu Feiyan patted her chest and assured them, "I keep my word!"

"good!"

Chen Qianyang laughed heartily, then suddenly stood up, his dark red Taoist robe billowing in the wind.

"Then remember this: for my actions today, you owe me three things! You must not refuse me if I need anything in the future!"

"Three things?" Qu Feiyan was taken aback.

Wasn't it one item? How did it become three?

But seeing that Qu Yang had been cornered by Mo Da and the thin sword was already piercing Qu Yang's chest, she had no time to hesitate.

"Alright! Three things it is! Go quickly!"

"make a deal!"

Chen Qianyang laughed loudly, picked up the heavy broadsword, stomped his foot, and charged into the battle!

"Want to fight? Count me in!"

Just as Mo Da was about to force Qu Yang to retreat, he suddenly felt a strong and heavy gust of wind coming from the side.

If he doesn't defend, even if he manages to stab Qu Yang, he himself will be smashed into mincemeat by that sword.

"snort!"

Mo Da snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and the slender sword drew an arc to meet the broadsword.

"when!"

A loud bang.

Mo Da felt a numbness in his arm, and the thin sword almost flew out of his hand. He drifted back several feet before he was able to dissipate the brute force.

He looked at the old Taoist priest who had suddenly barged in with surprise and doubt.

"What incredible strength!"

Qu Yang, who had narrowly escaped death, was also completely bewildered.

"They're having quite a fight! This humble Taoist is itching to join in!"

"Who are you?" Mo Da frowned.

"This humble Taoist is Tian Shu!"

Chen Qianyang grinned, "Seeing you two aren't having a good time, this humble Taoist priest will lend a hand!"

Without even asking any questions, he thrust his broadsword forward and unleashed the "Mount Tai Collapse" move from the "Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai" directly at Qu Yang!

"What?!"

Qu Yang was shocked. Didn't we agree to help? Why are we being hit instead?

Qu Feiyan was so angry she jumped up and down: "You stinking Taoist priest! You've hit the wrong person! I told you to hit that erhu player!"

"I do things as I please!"

Chen Qianyang laughed loudly, his sword thrusts undiminished.

Qu Yang had no choice but to swing his palm to the side of the broadsword and use the force to dodge.

Chen Qianyang missed his first attack, but with a backhand flick, his broadsword whistled through the air as he unleashed another "Five Great Swords" move, sweeping towards Mo Da on the other side!

"Don't just stand around doing nothing!"

Mo Da was amused by the old man's shameless fighting style. He flicked his slender sword, which turned into a rain of fine threads that enveloped Chen Qianyang.

"act recklessly!"

Suddenly, the situation on the field became extremely strange.

Originally, it was Mo Da chasing Qu Yang, but now it has become Chen Qianyang fighting two masters alone.

This old Taoist priest is like a madman, with no principles whatsoever.

He attacks whoever has the upper hand.

Just as Mo Da was about to unleash his killing move, Chen Qianyang's broadsword slammed down like a door; just as Qu Yang was about to retreat, Chen Qianyang's sword energy blocked his escape route.

Moreover, this old man's swordsmanship was extremely strange.

Although he was holding a broadsword weighing over several dozen kilograms, he was using the Taishan School sword technique, which is known for its heavy and powerful style.

That's fine.

The key point is that this sword technique actually contains some of the agility of the Hengshan School, and even occasionally you can see a move or two of the grand and sweeping style of the Songshan School!

What alarmed Mo Da and Qu Yang even more was the old man's internal strength.

That internal energy was continuous and inexhaustible, balanced and peaceful, yet it also revealed a tenacious and inexhaustible vitality.

Even when facing two opponents alone, he did not lose any ground against the combined attack of two masters. On the contrary, he became more and more energetic as the fight progressed, wielding his broadsword with great force, forcing the two to join forces to deal with him.

This was precisely Chen Qianyang's purpose.

He possessed the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, and although his internal strength was not yet fully developed, it was already far superior to what it used to be.

With Dugu Jiujian's keen eyesight, he was able to see through the flaws in their moves.

But he did not use the Dugu Nine Swords.

He was using these two men to sharpen his sword.

It hones his understanding of the Five Mountains Sword Technique, his mastery of the heavy sword, and even more so, his control over the situation in chaotic battles.

"The Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai truly live up to its name!"

Mo Da was forced back by Chen Qianyang's sword strike, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. "Which senior brother from the Mount Tai Sect are you?"

"I belong to no sect or school; this is just haphazard practice!"

Chen Qianyang made up a joke, and the broadsword in his hand changed again, turning into an extremely clumsy "Wind Returns and Wild Geese Falls Sword" move, which he awkwardly thrust at Qu Yang.

"Take this!"

Qu Yang was left speechless by this move. It was clearly a sword technique from the Hengshan School, but the old Taoist used it with a heavy sword, making it look completely out of place. Yet, it was incredibly powerful, forcing Qu Yang to retreat.

"Grandpa! Hit him! Hit this dishonest, stinking Taoist priest!"

Qu Feiyan stood to the side, her face flushed with anger.

"madman!"

Mo Da and Qu Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

This fight is out of the question.