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

Chapter 117 Young Master Li, do you want a wife or not?

Hunyuan County Town.

This place is more than ten miles away from Hengshan.

Outside the city gate, Li Che watched his senior uncle, senior sister, and junior sister leave, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

He did a good deed to the end, but it was the soles of his shoes that suffered.

Half a month has passed since we started at Mengjin Ferry.

Walking the whole way, rushing as fast as I could, was like an ascetic monk.

Li Che was interested in buying horses, but Abbess Dingyi forbade it. At this moment, he finally understood why Uncle Liu's invitation had been sent out more than half a year earlier.

It was posted late because some people genuinely couldn't make it in time.

"Isn't the master following along?"

"Mount Heng is full of bald nuns, what would a senior monk do there? If it weren't for my precious daughter coming down the mountain, I wouldn't bother with their business."

Linghu Chong and Qu Yang beside him smiled but remained silent.

At first glance, I thought he was a high-ranking monk, but later I found out he was just a gluttonous monk.

He often used foul language, had no aversion to meat or vegetables, and even shaved his head himself.

She is indeed a spring person.

On the other hand, Qu Yang, the old man, was in good spirits. He carried a zither that he had found somewhere on his back and traveled along the way, enjoying the scenery as if he were on a field trip.

"We have other important matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave now!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, since we've met, shouldn't we have a farewell meal at the bar?"

Hengfu Restaurant in the city, private room on the second floor.

Linghu Chong sat there drinking tea, suddenly finding all the various delicacies on the table tasteless.

The head monk ate until he was quite full, then casually wiped his mouth with his slightly blackened sleeve.

"Are you three Laughing Heroes short of manpower? Great Monk, seeing how decisive you are in your actions, why don't we call ourselves the Four Laughing Heroes?"

In terms of strength, we're more than qualified to be second. Anyway, Hengshan is going to be closed off, Lin'er isn't in any danger, and the big monk has nowhere to go, so he might as well keep you company.

Who knows, we might even run into... cough, what do you say?

The "Three Heroes of the Smiling Proud Wanderer" exchanged glances and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Master, this title is just for show. If you want it, you can call yourself 'The Laughing Swordsman'."

Monk Bujie glared at him, but Li Che said, "Master, we'll all go our separate ways after leaving Hengshan. We've been delayed for so long; the man surnamed Zuo should have received the news by now. I need to go and meet up with my master as soon as possible."

Li Che paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "From what you just heard, Master, you're looking for someone?"

The monk Bujie's eyes widened in surprise, and his burly body instantly slumped. "Alas, it's a long story..."

He was quite forthcoming; under the influence of alcohol, he spoke for a full quarter of an hour about things that were "too complicated to explain."

Qu Yang put away his zither, while Linghu Chong casually placed his sword on the edge of the table, listening intently and marveling at the performance.

Monk and nun?

Master Bujie is truly... a man of strong emotions!

After downing half a pot of wine, the monk's cheeks flushed, and he shook his head with a bitter sigh, "More than ten years! I've traveled all over the country, but I haven't heard a single word from her."

*Smack!*

The plate shook violently, and a piece of the table leg broke off by his bare hand. "This woman is so heartless. It's one thing to hate me, but she even hates her daughter."

My poor Lin'er has never even seen her own mother.

Li Che: She's seen far more than you have.

After a moment's thought, Li Che coughed lightly. "Master, have you ever heard the saying, 'You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain yourself'?"

"Mount Lu? I've looked for it. Forget Mount Lu, I've even been to Wuliang Mountain in the south and Changbai Mountain in the north, and there wasn't a soul there!!"

Qu Yang chuckled. "What Young Master Li means is that the person you're looking for might be nearby."

"Huh? Where?"

Monk Bujie suddenly stood up and looked around.

He drank too much!

Linghu Chong casually replied, "That depends on where you usually are."

"Me? Hengshan! Hmm?" The head monk suddenly froze on the spot, his brows furrowing and relaxing. After a while, he slammed down on the stool.

"Impossible. I know every nun in Hengshan. Forget it, I've been searching for over ten years, what's another twenty or thirty years?"

"Lin'er needs to see what her mother looks like with her own eyes."

The three nodded to each other secretly; he was indeed a devoted lover.

Just as Li Che was about to reveal the "secret of heaven," the great monk suddenly looked up and said seriously, "Young Master Li, do you want a wife? What do you think of my daughter?"

His looks are undeniable, and his age is a good match, but he's just too kind-hearted.

But it doesn't matter. You're very capable, and Lin'er will definitely not be bullied if she follows you.

You've saved my life, I'll repay you with my body. Great monk, you seem like a good young man.

If you agree, I'll go up the mountain right now, have Lin'er return to secular life, and we'll get married tomorrow.

We're all江湖儿女 (people of the martial arts world), so there's no need for so many formalities.

If what you say is true, that woman is nearby. We'll see if she shows up for her daughter's wedding!

The monk Bujie continued his incessant chatter, leaving Li speechless with astonishment.

"Bada-i!"

The bamboo chopsticks in Linghu Chong's hand fell to the ground.

Qu Yang took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "Master, this plan is brilliant!"

"stop!"

"What? This is a win-win situation. No, it's killing three birds with one stone. In this way, Hengshan and Huashan will become in-laws, wouldn't that be closer than being allies?"

"Stop! Since things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore." Li Che sat up straight, looking serious. "I actually have another title: Divine Calculator!"

"Come, come, stretch out your palm. If you're looking for a wife, I, Li, can tell just by calculating!"

"You have this skill?"

The already tipsy monk Bujie reached out his hand with some skepticism.

Half an hour later, Monk Bujie rushed out of the tavern with his staff in hand and headed straight for Hengshan.

Li Che stood upright, squinted, swayed his sleeves, and held his cup, exuding an air of superiority.

"Brother Li, are you really good at fortune telling?"

"nature!"

"Then figure out what Zuo Lengchan is doing right now."

Li Che narrowed his eyes and counted on his fingers, saying calmly, "He's probably thinking about killing someone to vent his anger right now."

Junji Zen Temple.

The magnificent hall now appeared particularly empty.

The chilling killing intent made it hard for the group to breathe.

The killing intent originated from the center. Zuo Lengchan's eyes were gloomy, and his cheeks trembled incessantly. He held a piece of thin paper in his hand.

He glanced at her again, seemingly uncertain, his murderous intent growing stronger.

He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the people in the hall.

Tang Ying'e.

Zhao Sihai.

Zhang Jingchao.

Sima De.

Of the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song, only four remain!

Deng Bagong and Gao Kexin died in Fuzhou.

Lu Bai's whereabouts are unknown; he is presumed dead on Mount Hua.

Before the missing men could be replaced, six more people were lost in Hengyang!

Although Ding Mian and others died at Mengjin Ferry, Zuo Lengchan was quite certain: they died at the hands of Huashan! Or rather, at the hands of Li Che!

I remember a few months ago, he instructed his junior brother Ding to bring more strong fighters with him when he went to Hengyang, to test the skills of Mount Hua.

result..

"Senior brother, let's storm Mount Hua and avenge our fellow disciples!"

The speaker was Zhao Sihai, who was not well-known and had mediocre skills. However, because he joined the group early, he ranked seventh among the Thirteen Protectors.

Zuo Lengchan glanced at him dismissively and then closed his eyes slightly.

Then I saw his chest and abdomen heaving, as if he were forcibly swallowing a heavy breath.

"How do we kill him?!"

With the word "kill" uttered, Zuo Lengchan slowly opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse, still cold, but noticeably clearer. "The situation at Mount Hua is already set, it cannot be touched! This time, I miscalculated, causing my junior brother to lose his life and Mount Song to lose its reputation."

This grudge must be avenged, but not now!

"Can!"

"No need for further words!" Zuo Lengchan shouted in a deep voice, "From this day forward, gather your disciples and, at the same time!"

The group dared not look him in the eye, their backs slightly bent, waiting quietly for instructions.

"Secretly contact powerful figures in unorthodox sects, offering them money, women, and martial arts techniques... and recruit all those willing to serve my Songshan Sect!"

Fellow disciples, this is an unprecedented crisis in the history of our Songshan sect. Our life and death hang in the balance.

Mount Hua, Mount Heng (Southern Peak), and Mount Heng (Northern Peak) have come to regard us as mortal enemies, with knives hanging over our necks.

"To win, I can't care about anything else!"

"yes!"

Just then, a disciple hurried over from outside the door, carrying a bamboo tube containing a carrier pigeon.

Zuo Lengchan took the item, crushed it, and unfolded it. His eyes darkened slightly. "Xiang Wentian?!"

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