With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 103 Mo Da Attends the Meeting to Catch Thieves and Collect Dirty

The Liu residence was bustling with guests and reverent greetings.

After communicating amicably with his junior brother Qingcheng, Li Che then sought out Qu Feiyan.

"Do you know how to say it?"

The mischievous girl patted her chest confidently and said, "Seven parts true, three parts false. You can trust me to handle things."

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"What nonsense! How could it be false?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qu Feiyan nodded with a smile, then asked suspiciously, "Brother, are you always this biased towards your wife?"

Li glanced at her sideways and said disdainfully, "What does a little girl know about lying? That's called a white lie."

"Been taught a lesson."

One suddenly realized the truth, while the other was considered a promising student; the fake siblings were both quite satisfied.

Just then, shouts of "Mo Da!" arose from the front hall.

The two looked up.

Liu Zhengfeng, dressed in a brand-new silk robe, hurriedly walked out of the inner hall. Upon seeing the old man holding the erhu, his expression was quite complicated.

They should be the closest of fellow disciples, but they didn't know how to start a conversation.

After hesitating for a long time, Master Liu bowed and called out, "Senior Brother."

Mo Da looked up at him, sighed inwardly, and pressed his fingertips down on the strings, as if he wanted to play that piece, "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang," again.

The erhu played a mournful tune, and mournfulness is indeed a direct expression, but it was out of place at this moment.

Hey ~

Mo Da nodded slightly in response, then turned and returned the greeting with clasped hands to everyone present.

When it came to Yue Buqun, he became noticeably more serious. Having regained the Hengshan sword techniques, the master studied them diligently for several days, becoming more and more delighted with each study.

The Five Divine Swordsmen did not hold back their techniques, let alone the other moves. This greatly improved the impression of Master Yue of Mount Hua.

But to outsiders, it was a completely different idea.

"Brother Yue, where is Junior Nephew Li?"

Old Yue was taken aback when he heard this. He had been so busy with socializing that he hadn't realized his good apprentice had disappeared again.

"Master, your disciple is here." Li Che squeezed through the crowd, smiling as he approached. "Li Che greets Senior Uncle Mo!"

"Grinning and joking, all the heroes are here, why are you running around like that?"

Li Che was already used to "Strict Teacher Yue," but unexpectedly, Mo Da smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Young people like excitement, that's only natural. Brother Yue, don't be too harsh on him."

Nephew Li, you should visit Hengshan sometime in the future. The five peaks of Hengshan are naturally formed illusions; although not as perilous as Huashan, they have their own unique charm.

Everyone was speechless. It seemed that Master Mo Da... valued the direct disciples of Mount Hua very much.

Li Che wondered if his drawing skills were too poor and the sword manual was not drawn neatly enough.

"I understand that you have extended an invitation, Uncle-Master Xie Mo."

"Yes, very good!"

A few words of conversation revealed that Hengshan and Huashan had a very close personal relationship.

On the contrary, Liu Sanye's use of "senior brother" seemed too dry.

Liu Zhengfeng smiled and shook his head. "Street tunes" are ultimately incompatible with "timeless masterpieces." Although he was grateful to his senior brother for being there, he found it difficult to agree with the musicality.

Old Yue led Li Che to visit several influential figures in the martial arts world.

Upon arriving at Hengshan Sect, Li Che took one last look.

Wearing a grey black robe and a nun's hat on her head.

The elderly nun in the front row was exceptionally tall, yet possessed a heroic air; she was none other than Master Dingyi, one of the Three Masters of Hengshan.

Looking further back, I saw a beautiful and refined young nun among the group of nuns, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her large, innocent eyes held a mixture of childishness and piety.

She was surrounded by people and looked a little awkward, keeping her head slightly lowered.

She was very beautiful, yet her beauty was not seductive.

Li Che guessed that this was probably the little nun Yilin.

Fortunately, they killed that scoundrel Tian Boguang. Otherwise, Linghu thugs would have been busy with sect affairs, and without his help, this little nun would have suffered even more.

"Bang bang bang—!"

Three gunshots followed by eight firecracker shots signaled the auspicious time had arrived!

Liu Zhengfeng walked to the center, his face beaming, and bowed to invite everyone to sit down.

Since Mo Da has arrived, he should naturally take the first seat.

Once everyone was seated, their cups were filled with wine.

Liu Sanye's second disciple, Mi Weiyi, laid out a brocade table. Li Che noticed that he was breathing heavily and guessed that he had just rushed back from outside the city.

Xiang Danian carried a gleaming gold basin, half a foot in diameter, and slowly placed it on the table.

Liu Zhengfeng clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply, and all the heroes rose to return the greeting.

Then came a series of polite words.

Phrases such as "deeply grateful", "I will not concern myself with matters of the martial world", and "I am leaving Hengshan" are used.

Once the mind was made up, no one could persuade them any further.

But then sighs arose, many expressing regret.

Mo Da remained silent, his eyes narrowed as if he were asleep.

With Liu Zhengfeng gone, Hengshan is left with only Mo Da as a strongman. It's tough!

Mount Hua and Mount Heng were originally brothers in misfortune, but now that the brother has made a fortune, he still remembers to lend a helping hand to his poor brother.

Mo Da is already considering whether to take on a few more disciples, but it's really hard to find someone who is both talented in music and music.

Li Che knew perfectly well what was going on in the next part and had no interest in listening anymore.

Judging that it was about time, he said softly, "Master, I will be leaving for a moment."

Yue Buqun remained calm and replied, "Capture them if you can, but try to avoid bloodshed."

"Yes, disciple... I will do my best!"

Li Che nodded and stepped back, hoping that the Songshan Sect would follow the original story and enter the inner courtyard to capture the Liu family members, so as to catch the thief red-handed.

The back residence of the Liu family.

More than ten disciples of Songshan, dressed in yellow robes and holding broadswords, gathered in the courtyard.

"Have you found the Liu family members yet?" Shi Dengda asked angrily.

"No, that's strange. Besides the front hall and kitchen, there wasn't a single servant in the back of the huge mansion. They only arrested a few people."

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The disciple pointed, and five Qingcheng disciples were each grabbed by the collar, their mouths greasy, and some even had grains of rice stuck to their faces.

The group trembled, not daring to make the slightest move.

Peng Renqi glanced at the broadsword in his senior brother's hand, his throat bobbing.

You can't just kill them to cover it up, can you?

If I shout now, will Senior Uncle Yue and Senior Brother Li be able to get there in time?

I am an important witness; I cannot afford to fail.

What to do!

“Pah!”

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Shi Dengda slapped Peng Renqi across the face, "Damn it, what are you bastards doing here? Where are the people from the Liu family?!"

Peng Renqi dared not speak his anger, but thought to himself, "That damned Shi Dengda, when Master was alive, he called me his senior brother and junior brother so affectionately, but now he shows no mercy whatsoever."

"You want to hit me? Fine, you just wait... Senior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Shi, we...we don't know either. We guess they've all gone to the front courtyard to watch the ceremony. Would you like me to show you the way?"

"Senior brother, what should we do? Uncle Fei should be arriving soon, but these people...?"

Stendar's face was grim. Holding the family hostage was a crucial part of the plan. His uncles wanted to use their power to intimidate him, but they had no leverage. They were afraid that they would not be able to persuade the man surnamed Liu to submit by just talking.

Before things have even started, we've already lost a step, which is very bad.

"Where's that brat surnamed Qu?"

"The junior brother who's been keeping an eye on her these past few days said that she's been staying at the Fuwei Escort Agency, with the Huashan Sect."

"The Huashan Sect is colluding with the evil cultists, harboring malicious intentions. It's despicable!" Shi Dengda raised an eyebrow and glanced at several Qingcheng disciples, the meaning of which was self-evident—to kill them to silence them!

Peng Renqi was quick-witted; sensing something was wrong, he delivered a groin kick that hit the bullseye.

"ah--!"

The first scream came from a disciple of Mount Song.

"Uncle Yue! Senior Brother Li! Help!"

However, the Liu residence was too large, and the noise in the front hall was so loud that not a single word was heard in response.

"court death!"

A few remnants of the Qingcheng bandits were no match for the elite troops of Songshan.

In an instant, screams erupted one after another.

Peng Renqi dragged his right arm back to the corner of the wall, his shoulder gaping open, the wound already soaked with blood.

Puff-!

"Brother Shi, spare me! It's all...it's all Li from Mount Hua..."

"Traveling into a private residence and committing murder are punishable under the law; is that not a crime to kill such a person? Doesn't Senior Brother Shi understand that?"

Peng Renqi immediately changed his tune: "Senior Brother Li, help me!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Che emerged from outside the moon gate, his gaze sweeping over the four corpses on the ground, then glancing sideways at Peng Renqi. "I was wrong, it wasn't my intention, yet you've already committed the murder!"

"Li Che, stop trying to scare me with your bullshit laws. The martial world has its own rules. Your Huashan Sect has an unclear relationship with the demonic sect, yet you still have the leisure to meddle in other people's business."

Li Che nodded solemnly and replied, "What Shi the Thief said is right. Then let's follow the rules of the martial world: a life for a life, a debt for a debt!"

Everyone was setting up the scheme, and no one thought they would lose.

Stendhal had witnessed Li Che's skills in Xiangyang and was full of confidence. He killed him here, so that there would be no way to prove it!

"Ha~ Ignorant brat, since you're courting death, I, Shi, will grant your wish!"

Stendhal pointed at Peng Renqi's shoulder and neck, saying that this guy was a fence-sitter and would be a good opportunity to threaten him and make him a witness.

Mount Song, Mount Hua, Mount Heng—a smart person knows which to choose!

In the courtyard, all seven disciples of Songshan turned their swords, some raising them overhead, some splitting their swords and sweeping out, and others drawing arcs with their swords like a clear spring flowing forth.

The seventeen sword techniques of Mount Song are majestic and imposing, like ten thousand horses galloping.

Li Che secretly regretted that the move was good, but it was used by villains, and he could not comprehend some of the sword intent!

When Stendhal saw that he did not move, he assumed that he was intimidated by the momentum of his side and was quite pleased with himself.

In an instant, the sword's edge closed in on him, three feet away.

"Cheng Shuangyin drew his sword without a whooshing sound or any visible action of drawing it. It was midday in spring, and the sword's edge seemed to be shrouded in cold mist."

With a single clang, the seven broadswords from Mount Song were instantly severed.

Li Che spun around abruptly, and Shi Dengda seemed to see several figures in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt his feet slip and he was sent flying backward. Before he even hit the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if his heart was being clenched.

"ah--!"

Li Che withdrew his palm strike, and the purple mist on his face disappeared. Even though this palm strike did not shatter his dantian and qi sea, the purple mist internal energy entered his meridians, rendering the thief unable to move. His situation was exactly the same as that of the hero Linghu in the original novel.

Stendar convulsed and curled up on the ground. In just a few breaths, his yellow shirt was soaked with sweat and turned dark. His face was taut and as white as paper.

"Li, Li Che—!"

Look at a few more of the junior disciples from Songshan; blood has already filled the cracks in the brickwork along their necks!

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