The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Na Luohao knew he was no match for Chen Qianyang, but he still had a backup plan.

He had long recognized the old man wearing a straw hat as Qu Yang, an elder of the Divine Cult.

If you pull it into the water, you can survive.

"Elder Qu, we are both disciples of the Divine Sect! We usually keep to ourselves, but this old man has gone too far today! Don't forget, disciples of the Divine Sect are required to help each other; this is a rule of the sect. If I die, you won't get away with it!"

"If the two of us join forces to kill this old Taoist priest, you'll get half of the treasure of my Flowing Wind Manor!"

These words shocked everyone present.

All eyes were focused on the old man wearing a straw hat.

A religion?

An elder of the Demonic Cult?!

This tiny teahouse actually houses such a big shot.

Qu Yang slowly raised his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Trouble eventually came knocking.

As an elder of the Sun Moon Cult, he disdained associating with a scoundrel like Luo Hao, but the cult's rules were strict, and "failing to save someone in distress" was a grave crime.

Moreover, Luo Hao publicly revealed his identity.

There are at least seven or eight righteous disciples in this teahouse right now; this is a fight to the death.

To save or not to save.

Qu Yang couldn't help but hesitate.

Chen Qianyang leaned on his broadsword, his eyes filled with amusement.

He had only suspected it before.

This old man was indeed the youngest elder of the Demonic Sect in the original story, who was obsessed with music and became sworn brothers with Liu Zhengfeng.

The little girl next to him must be his granddaughter, Qu Feiyan.

Things are really getting interesting.

If Qu Yang makes a move, how should I, the "Celestial Pivot Daoist," deal with it? Should I kill him or not?

If we kill him, this grand drama of retiring from crime will lose an important character;

If he doesn't kill him, his persona of "hating evil like poison" will be untenable.

"grandfather."

In the midst of the stalemate, a clear, sweet laugh suddenly rang out.

Qu Feiyan fiddled with the half-eaten pastry in her hand, blinking her bright eyes as she looked at Luo Rentu with an innocent expression.

"Who is this person? He looks like a fathead fish."

Luo Hao was taken aback: "Little brat! I'm your Uncle Luo!"

"Uncle Luo?"

Qu Feiyan tilted her head.

"Our cult has countless heroes and valiant warriors. When did we get so many good-for-nothings like you who only bully women and children and get chased around like a stray dog?"

She turned her head to look at Chen Qianyang, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Hey, old Taoist priest over there."

Chen Qianyang raised an eyebrow.

"My grandfather loves peace and quiet and can't stand dogs barking," Qu Feiyan said with a grin, pointing at Luo Hao. "This guy spews filth, he's smelly and noisy, not only ruining everyone's tea time but also trying to throw dirty water on my grandfather. Since you're such a righteous person, why haven't you made a move yet? Perhaps... your sword has gone dull?"

What a clever and mischievous little girl!

With just a few words, he not only distanced himself from Qu Yang and shut him up, but also used reverse psychology to get the ball back in his own court.

This is both using someone else to do the dirty work and giving both sides a way out.

Upon hearing this, Qu Yang picked up his teacup again and secretly nodded in approval of his granddaughter's quick thinking.

Luo Hao, however, sensed something was amiss: "Qu Yang! You stood by and watched someone die! Aren't you afraid of the rules...?"

"Noisy."

Chen Qianyang made a move.

He launched a sudden attack, and surprisingly, he wielded the heavy broadsword with a degree of agility.

A cold glint appeared.

That is the [Nine Swords of Dugu].

Luo Hao felt a blur before his eyes, and the sword that was originally more than two zhang away appeared in front of his throat in the blink of an eye.

He tried to parry with his knife.

But that sword strike targeted his weakness.

One strike and it's dead.

"puff!"

The sound was very soft, like a piercing through a thin layer of window paper.

Luo Hao's roar came to an abrupt halt.

The sword tip pierced his throat precisely, severing all his life force.

Chen Qianyang flicked his wrist and drew his sword back into its sheath.

His movements were fluid and fast, so fast that it was impossible to see when he made a move.

"Bang."

The body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Qianyang didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, as if he had merely crushed an ant.

He sat back on the bench, picked up the bowl of unfinished liquor, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine."

......

The teahouse was completely silent.

Those江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes) who were watching the show looked at this unassuming old Taoist priest with more awe in their eyes.

A single sword strike to the throat.

Such martial arts skills and such a menacing aura indicate that this person is no ordinary individual.

Qu Yang put down his teacup.

Since the person is already dead, there's nothing to dwell on anymore.

Although the old Taoist priest was ruthless, he was clearly a sensible person, and he resolved the matter by following Fei Yan's lead.

They didn't dwell on their identity.

He stood up, left a few copper coins on the table, and lowered the brim of his hat.

"Let's go."

Without looking at Chen Qianyang, he pulled Qu Feiyan away from this place of trouble.

"etc."

Qu Feiyan did not move.

She broke free from Qu Yang's hand and turned around to approach Chen Qianyang's table like a butterfly.

"Old Taoist priest, your kung fu is amazing!"

The little girl rested her chin on her hands, her big eyes blinking with curiosity and curiosity.

Chen Qianyang glanced at her, secretly amused.

This little girl is testing my abilities.

He kept a straight face, adopting a "keep away" attitude: "Little kid, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid."

Qu Feiyan chuckled and moved even closer. "That bad guy tried to frame my grandfather, but thankfully the Taoist Master intervened swiftly. Taoist Master, what's the name of your sword technique?"

"Pig-Slaughtering Sword Technique"

"You're lying." Qu Feiyan wrinkled her little nose. "How can slaughtering a pig be that fast? Daoist, are you also going to Hengshan to see the excitement? Why don't we travel together? I'll buy you some wine."

"No, no!"

A low, stern voice came from the doorway, "Stop fooling around, let's go."

Qu Feiyan stuck out her tongue: "Old Taoist priest, you're really boring. Alright, Grandpa's calling me, I'm not chatting with you anymore. But I like you, so next time we meet, I'll treat you to something delicious!"

After saying that, she turned and ran towards the door.

Chen Qianyang watched her retreating figure, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

This grandfather and grandson, one cautious and steady, the other quirky and mischievous, are quite interesting.

However, according to the original plot, without intervention, this little girl's life won't be long.

Since we've met, it must be fate.

As he was thinking, a sudden twitch appeared between his brows.

A mournful melody entered my ears.

That's the sound of an erhu.

The sound was not loud, but it reached the deepest, most sorrowful corners of people's hearts.

Chen Qianyang turned his head to look.

At the entrance of the teahouse, a dilapidated bench had appeared out of nowhere.

An old man with a withered figure and a face full of wrinkles was sitting there, playing a worn-out erhu in his hand.

He was wearing a faded blue cloth gown, and his whole body exuded an air of poverty and destitution.

He was playing the erhu, his face full of sorrow.

Chen Qianyang's pupils contracted slightly.

This old man is a master.

The music of the zither conceals the intent of swordsmanship, and also the aura of killing intent.

Qu Yang, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He understands music theory, and even more so, he understands the meaning behind the music.

That's "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang".