Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 182 "You are Li Fu?" (4k2)

A group of young disciples from Laoshan were eager to try and were about to make a move when the two in front of them suddenly stopped. Everyone thought that the two had noticed something.

Beside a sparse pine forest ahead, there is a flat, blue, reclining ox-shaped rock.

At this moment, a person is lying diagonally on the rock.

The man was dressed in a slightly worn gray linen robe, with a wide-brimmed bamboo hat covering his face. He seemed to be taking a nap, and a rough earthenware wine pot was casually placed beside him, emitting a faint aroma of wine.

What's even more striking is that there's a long, square box wrapped in brocade next to him.

The nimble-footed One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind seemed to have spotted this person, and stopped in their tracks.

Strangely enough, the two men, who had just been gloomy and exuding a bandit-like aura, stiffened instantly upon seeing the man in hemp clothing, like rabbits seeing a hawk. Their fierce expressions vanished without a trace, replaced by a mixture of awe and trepidation.

The two of them instinctively shrank back, walked even lighter, and almost tiptoed forward.

Under the astonished gazes of the Laoshan Sect members, One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind walked to a distance of about ten feet from the reclining ox stone and stopped.

The two men first bowed respectfully to the seemingly sleeping man in hemp clothing on the stone, then carefully untied the bundles from their shoulders, gently placed them on the ground, and then began to untie the bundles.

Under the sunlight, the contents of the bundle were revealed: a lustrous, translucent, and exquisitely carved mutton-fat jade lion was clearly visible!

It was the stolen item from the Ge family that everyone in the teahouse was talking about.

The other item was a coral tree with gnarled branches, a bright red color, and a height of more than a foot. Although it was not as precious as the jade lion, it was still something that ordinary people could not possess.

After revealing the treasure, the two bowed twice to the person on the stone, their posture respectful, like believers worshipping a god.

At this moment, the man in hemp clothing seemed to have noticed something. He did not get up, but simply stretched out a hand from under his straw hat and waved it casually.

Seeing this, the one-legged tiger quickly moved closer and stared longingly at the scene.

The man in hemp clothing bent his finger and made a three-pointing gesture.

Upon seeing this, the one-legged tiger's face immediately showed a sense of relief, even ecstatic joy. He hurriedly nodded and bowed, then didn't even glance at the priceless jade lion again.

When it was Guoshanfeng's turn, the man in hemp clothing made a gesture with his fingers, which was a single one.

Guo Shanfeng's face turned deathly pale. He stood there for a long time, looking utterly dejected. Finally, he bowed deeply, hanging his head in dejection. He didn't even glance at the coral tree again, and dragged his feet as if he was about to leave.

This bizarre scene left the members of the Laoshan Sect dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances.

I thought the two of them were going to steal something, but I never expected this to happen.

Two notorious thieves, as if offering tribute, obediently handed over the treasures they had obtained. A casual gesture from the other party could make one of them ecstatic.

Who exactly is that person in hemp clothing?

Could this man in hemp clothing lying on the rock, his face covered by a straw hat, be an even more formidable bandit leader than One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind?

Is he the ringleader of a notorious thief who divides the loot among himself?

But judging from the way the two men revered him as if he were a god, it didn't seem like a typical case of double-crossing.

Seeing that One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind had already turned to leave.

Among the young disciples of the Laoshan Sect, the one who had previously suspected the identity of One-Legged Tiger was named Ming Chen. Seeing the stolen goods right in front of him, and with no doubt that the thief was about to escape, how could he possibly restrain himself?

With a clang, he drew his longsword, leaped forward, and shouted.

"Thieves, please leave!

"In broad daylight, with the stolen goods right here, you think you can escape?"

The other young disciples from Laoshan who were familiar with him also wanted to wield their swords and uphold justice, to do some chivalrous deeds and make a name for themselves as soon as they entered the martial world. Seeing this, they didn't think twice and drew their swords to follow him.

In an instant, five or six sword lights blocked the way for the one-legged tiger and his companion.

Whether One-Legged Tiger or Over-the-Mountain Wind were happy or sad, their faces immediately darkened when their path was suddenly blocked.

The one-legged tiger glared and yelled, "Where did this little brat come from, daring to block my way? Get out of my way!"

The mountain wind, already in a bad mood, now wore a fierce glint in its eyes. "You're all tired of living, aren't you!"

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Ming Chen brandished his sword and shouted, "The disciples of Laoshan Sect are here! Today we will arrest you two notorious bandits and bring you to justice!"

"The Laoshan School?"

Guoshanfeng raised a thick eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Dujiaohu.

Mingchen and several disciples of the Laoshan Sect charged forward, swords drawn.

Li Fu watched from the sidelines. Although the sword techniques of these Laoshan disciples were methodical, their skill was clearly lacking, and their adaptability was also immature.

"So he's a top disciple of the Laoshan School."

One-Legged Tiger chuckled, his long and short legs shifting as he slid, his figure like a ghost dodging the two swords thrusting at him. He then struck a disciple's wrist with a backhand, and the disciple felt a soft, yin force penetrate him, almost causing him to drop his sword.

"With your lousy skills, you think you can catch thieves red-handed?"

Over the mountain wind was even more direct. Relying solely on his bare hands, he would either slap or grab, taking advantage of his height, strength, and seasoned skills to move freely among the sword lights of several disciples. Every now and then, he would flick his finger on the sword, causing the sword-wielding disciple's arm to go numb and his footing to become slightly disordered. Or he would strike out with a palm, almost causing one of the disciples to fall over.

"How ridiculous! With your martial arts skills, you dare to embarrass yourselves."

He chuckled, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Li Fu and Yun Qizi, pretending to be ignorant.

"Where are your senior masters from the Laoshan School?"

Why not take matters into your own hands and instead send these greenhorn kids to embarrass yourself?

I had long heard that the Laoshan School emphasized quiet cultivation and Taoist practices, and didn't care much about martial arts. Now it seems that the rumors are true!

The successors are really not that great!

He spoke loudly, with a clear hint of mockery.

"hateful!

Shut up, you scoundrel!

You two thieves dare to criticize our Laoshan Sect!

Several young disciples of the Laoshan Sect were enraged to see their sect humiliated, but their anger made their swordsmanship even more chaotic, making it even more difficult to bridge the gap in martial arts skills.

Master Chongling and several elders from Laoshan immediately turned pale.

Master Yunqi also frowned, his face showing displeasure.

It was a disgrace for the entire Laoshan Sect to be ridiculed and mocked in public for its own disciples' lack of skill, especially in front of its benefactor, Li Fu.

With a slight movement of his sleeves, he was about to personally subdue this arrogant scoundrel.

snort!

Just then, the man in hemp clothing who had been lying on the bluestone as if asleep suddenly let out a soft hum.

The sound was not loud, and even somewhat indistinct, as if it were simply a natural sound made by someone waking up.

However, to One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind, it was like a bolt from the blue. The two men trembled violently, and the playfulness and arrogance on their faces instantly froze, turning into boundless fear.

They dared not linger with the Laoshan disciples any longer, hastily retreating and shrinking to the side like frightened rabbits, heads bowed, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear that their previous presumptuous actions had displeased that person.

The disciples of Laoshan Sect were suddenly without an opponent, and seeing how much their opponent feared the man in hemp clothing, they were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Ming Chen had been kicked by One-Legged Tiger earlier and was almost forced to his knees on the spot; his calf was burning with pain. The other disciples had also been struck by Mountain Wind's palms and were in pain at the moment.

The two men, nicknamed "One-Legged Tiger" and "One-Legged Tiger," were still wary of the Laoshan Sect, so neither of them used excessive force. However, they deliberately targeted areas that were considered humiliating: the buttocks, face, calves, and eye sockets.

Those young disciples from Laoshan were beaten black and blue, and one of them fell ill and limped.

They were both ashamed and angry, feeling that they had caused their elders and sect to lose face, especially since Li Fu was a stranger present and they had been made a laughing stock. After catching their breath, they were still unwilling to give up and wanted to draw their swords again.

"stop!"

Master Yunqi suddenly spoke in a deep voice. The old Taoist priest now carried the unquestionable authority of a sect leader and stopped several of his unworthy disciples.

His gaze was fixed on the man in hemp clothing on the blue stone. A famous name from the martial arts world flashed through his mind like lightning, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.

He stepped forward two steps, faced the direction of the bluestone, clasped his hands and said loudly.

"This humble Taoist, Yunxizi of Laoshan, ventures to inquire whether the esteemed sage dwelling on the rock is none other than the great hero Wang, the Woyun Swordsman?"

"I dare not call myself a great hero; I am merely a recluse from the mountains."

The man in hemp clothing replied lazily, reached out and removed the straw hat covering his face, sat up, and stretched as if he had just woken up.

He was about forty years old, with an ordinary, even somewhat unkempt face, except for a pair of eyes that gleamed with a sharp light as they opened and closed.

The man in hemp clothing glanced at the two men, One-Legged Tiger and One-Legged Tiger, who were cowering silently to the side, and said, "You two are still as imposing as ever, notorious bandits."

"No, no!"

"Uncle Wang, please forgive me!"

One-Legged Tiger and Over-the-Mountain Wind trembled with fear, bowing repeatedly and begging for mercy, their backs almost bent to the ground.

Wang Woyun said calmly, "I've changed my mind. You," he pointed to the one-legged tiger, "will become one month."

Then he pointed to the mountain wind and said, "You, become half a month."

Upon hearing this, the two men turned deathly pale, their lips trembling, yet they dared not utter a single word of rebuttal, only repeatedly saying "O".

"Yes, yes, I will obey Master Wang's orders!"

Having said that, he dared not linger any longer. Like a stray dog, he scrambled and ran wildly back the way he came, as if a demon was chasing him and he was on his way to complete some kind of time-limited mission.

Upon confirming the identity, Master Yunqi's face showed joy and admiration. He turned to Li Fu and whispered, "Officer Li, have you ever heard of this man? This Master Woyun is a truly remarkable and extraordinary hero in the martial world, whose reputation shakes the world."

He called himself a recluse, but in reality, he cared deeply about the common people.

They have a unique rule: they have a particular fondness for catching notorious thieves.

If those notorious thieves fell into his hands, they had to rob those rich, unkind, and wicked families within a specified period to steal their treasures and offer them up if they wanted to live; otherwise, their lives would be in danger.

He lay down on the ground, waiting for the treasure to be presented, then sold the treasure and used all the money and grain obtained to relieve the poor people in various places.

I am dressed in a linen robe, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a pot of turbid wine, and possessing nothing else.

Countless poor people in the world depend on him for their lives.

In the past, when several counties in Huaizhou were flooded, it was he who ran around raising funds to save the people from the disaster.

Even the most notorious bandits in the martial arts world, no matter how skilled in martial arts or how fearsome their reputation, would tremble with fear at the mere sight of him, like mice before a cat.

Li Fu nodded slightly: "I have heard of it, I have heard of it, but I have never had the chance to see it."

This man is quite something. He drives these ruthless bandits to rob the rich and help the poor, while he himself lies high in the clouds, detached from worldly affairs, as if playing a game in the human world, doing good deeds while lying down.

Li Fu's reaction was still somewhat indifferent. The Great Hero Woyun was a famous hero in the world, even though he himself did not consider himself a hero.

"What?! It's actually the Great Hero Woyun!"

Upon hearing their sect leader utter the name of the Great Hero Woyun, and realize that the two notorious bandits who had easily outmaneuvered them were actually the Great Hero Woyun, the young disciples of Laoshan were immediately invigorated. Their hearts pounded with excitement and disbelief.

"It was actually the great hero Woyun in person."

One of the disciples, clutching his still-aching chest, exclaimed excitedly. His previous frustration vanished, and he felt that the little loss he had just suffered was nothing compared to the opportunity to see this extraordinary hero of the martial world.

Another disciple murmured, "Yes, it must be him. Dressed in hemp robes, with a pot of turbid wine, he roams the world, meddles in injustices, and drives out bandits to rob the rich and help the poor—Master mentioned it before!"

This is truly a formidable hero.

They gazed intently at Wang Woyun, feeling that although this senior master was dressed simply, even somewhat unassuming, he possessed an indescribable aura of a grandmaster.

That soft hum just now silenced the ferocious One-Horned Tiger and the Mountain Wind, who trembled with fear.

The casual order to change the deadline made the two ruthless bandits, who were even beyond the control of the combined forces of the Laoshan disciples, turn pale and hurriedly accept the order, not daring to even glance at the priceless treasure.

What kind of grandeur is this?

What kind of tactic is this?

This is a true top figure in the martial arts world!

His martial arts skills were unbelievably high, his actions were bizarre and incomprehensible, he was compassionate yet extremely powerful.

In the eyes of these young disciples, Wang Woyun was an incredibly tall figure, like a mountain that could only be looked up to.

This is the demeanor they imagine a great figure or hero in the martial arts world should have!

The disciples were filled with admiration and longed to step forward to pay their respects and seek guidance, but they were intimidated by the other party's intangible aura and dared not disturb him rashly. They could only look at him with extremely eager eyes.

Wang Woyun paid no attention to the Laoshan Sect members. He bent down, picked up the package containing the jade lion and coral tree from the ground, put them into a brocade bundle, dusted them off, and turned to leave.

He didn't even bother to glance at me a few more times or exchange a few more pleasantries; he truly had the temperament of a carefree hermit who was too lazy to socialize.

Master Yunqi hurriedly said, "Great Hero Wang, please wait. I have not yet introduced you."

This is Li Fu, the head constable who wields the Divine Dragon Palm.

"Officer Li, this is none other than the great swordsman Wang Woyun."

Li Fu found this person quite interesting, but he had no intention of forcing a acquaintance, and he didn't mind when the other person was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Wang Woyun, who had already taken two or three steps, suddenly stopped when he heard the words "Li Fu, the one who unleashed the divine dragon with his palm." He turned around abruptly, his eyes, filled with divine light, staring straight at Li Fu with lightning speed. His previous laziness and casualness vanished in an instant.

"You're Li Fu?"

He asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a complex mix of surprise and astonishment.

"it's me."

"That Li Fu, the one who killed Iron Stream King Zhang Hengbo and severely injured Jade-Faced Wuji Zheng Shaoqing, the one who unleashed the Divine Dragon Palm?"

Wang Woyun seemed afraid of making a mistake, so he asked again, his gaze fixed on Li Fu.

"good."

Li met his gaze calmly.

He vaguely sensed that the other party seemed to have some connection with Iron Stream King and Jade Face Wuji Zheng Shaoqing, since they didn't even mention Zhu Su, the Fairy of Immortal Capital, who had also fallen into his hands.

"Do you have a past relationship with these two?"