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

Chapter 119 A Temporary Farewell to the Turmoil at Quyang Post Station

Ten miles south of Taiyuan Prefecture.

Three people sat around inside the stone pavilion, while three tall horses grazed on fresh grass outside.

This was purchased by Mr. Li at great expense from the Taiyuan Horse Market, and the wallets of all the senior disciples of Mount Song have already been emptied by more than half.

"What are your plans for the future, Senior Qu?"

"Playing the zither and composing music, living in Hengyang for a long time wouldn't be bad either."

"I haven't asked yet, Uncle Liu, since you haven't washed your hands of this, do you still intend to enter officialdom?"

"If you buy it, you can just pay to get rid of it; it shouldn't be difficult."

"That would be perfect. In that case, let's take our leave. When Feifei gets tired of staying on Mount Hua, I will arrange for someone to send her home."

Qu Yang gave Li Che a meaningful look. "This girl has good talent. It wouldn't be bad for her to join the Huashan Sect. There's no need to rush to send her back."

Li Che glanced sideways. "This little devil has entered Mount Hua, what good will come of it?"

No, I have to go back immediately!

I have no idea where my master and mistress have gone.

Taiyuan is not far from Mount Hua.

The Beijing-Shaanxi post road was relatively flat, passing through Qixian and Pingyao, and leading directly to Puzhou.

After crossing the river, they arrived at the Guanzhong Plain.

At Fengling Ferry, two swordsmen in green robes jumped off the bow of the boat, swords in their left hands, their steps synchronized, their straw hats pulled low.

Two large horses followed closely behind their new owner, clattering against the road.

Upon seeing the longsword, the surrounding people quickly turned their attention away and quickened their pace.

"Do we look like bad guys?"

Linghu Chong glanced at the dried, dark red bloodstains on the hem and laughed, "At least he doesn't look like a good person."

"Ha—!" Li Che smiled brightly, then suddenly said, "Actually, there's a story behind this ferry crossing."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

Have you ever heard of the Condor Heroes?

"How does it compare to the Three Heroes of the Smiling Proud Wanderer?"

"Let's split it 30/70."

"That's not that remarkable."

"I reckon he could kill us three times with seven strikes."

Linghu Chong: "

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Li Che made a joke, but in his heart he thought: Laughing at the world is not bad, it's better than the decadence of the late Song Dynasty.

Linghu Chong turned his head and sized him up a few times. "Brother Li, I was wrong about you during my three years at Mount Hua. If I had known you were like this, we would have been friends."

"Haha—! Maybe it's you who's changed?"

Linghu Chong was slightly taken aback. Upon reflection, he realized that it wasn't just himself who had changed; Mount Hua was no longer what it used to be.

The blade stains Mount Song with blood, but the heart yearns for the rise of Mount Hua.

This change is great!

The two reached the main road and, without delay, mounted their horses and headed west, heading straight for Huayin.

After traveling for half a day, the sky had darkened, and we were nearing Chaoyi.

As we approached the mountains, the road narrowed considerably, and the surrounding mountains were high and densely forested, with few inhabitants.

"If I remember correctly, there's a post station ahead. Let's rest there tonight."

After walking less than two miles, a faint yellow light appeared.

It was more like a dilapidated temple than a post station, with the wooden fence at the entrance crooked.

There were three large rooms, each two feet off the ground, with gaps in the roof tiles along the eaves.

The two men led their horses into the courtyard. It was not yet midnight, but they could hear intermittent sounds coming from the brightly lit house in the middle.

"The mountain road is difficult to travel. It's only half a day's journey from here to the big city ahead. Merchants often set off before dawn and rarely stop here to rest, so it's inevitable that it's a bit dilapidated," Linghu Chong said with a smile.

"It's clear that business is indeed slow."

Linghu Chong laughed loudly and called out, "Shopkeeper, we have a guest!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Che suddenly turned his head to look at the gate, and within a few breaths, he could hear a series of hurried footsteps.

The newcomers, dressed in patchwork clothes and carrying bamboo sticks, entered in a group of more than ten people.

Li Che recognized the man in front of him; it was none other than Xie Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect!

Why would he come to Guanzhong?

The two brothers exchanged a glance and slightly lowered their straw hats.

Jie Feng glanced at the two of them and walked past them. Immediately afterward, there was a loud slap from inside the room. "Don't fucking sleep! Quickly go and bring some wine and meat!"

"Boss, please have a seat."

Li Che and his companion sat in a dark corner, with a few simple dishes on the table, but their minds were focused on listening.

"Chief, those six strange men killed many of our brothers. They are extremely skilled in martial arts and their methods are incredibly cruel. Guanzhong is not our Beggars' Sect's territory. Should we wait for the brothers who come later?"

"Wait my ass! Six bastards, they've gone too far in bullying my Beggars' Sect!"

Jie Feng roared and slammed his palm on the table. After venting some of his anger, he said, "Mount Hua is right in front of us. Sect Leader Yue is kind-hearted and upright. He will definitely not sit idly by."

Two days later, I will personally go up the mountain to ask for help. Master Yue has been in Sichuan for more than a month and should have returned to the mountain gate by now.

Who's following us up ahead?

"Envoy Qinglian! As you instructed, we dare not get too close, lest we lose our lives."

Jie Feng's expression relaxed slightly. "Let's eat!"

Li Che's eyes flickered slightly.

Six strange men? The Six Immortals of Peach Valley?!

Xiang Wentian is indeed unreliable. Even if he doesn't take their lives, he should at least cripple their martial arts and break their arms and legs.

These six thieves are left to continue their evil deeds.

He was familiar with the Qinglian Envoy mentioned by Jie Feng. According to rumors in the martial arts world, the two envoys of the Beggar Clan, Qinglian and Bailian, were Jie Feng's illegitimate sons.

Judging from how angry he is, could it be that those six monsters tore his other son apart?

But then he thought again and doubted: Back in Hengyang, this guy's voice wasn't this loud. Was he really this angry? Besides...

Hearing that the group of people were breathing calmly, it didn't seem like they had come in a hurry.

He shook his head slightly, signaling Linghu Chong to ignore it.

"Shopkeeper, where's the outhouse?"

"Wait, I'm going too!"

The chubby shopkeeper, huddled behind the counter, said timidly, "There's only one room in the backyard. You heroes will have to take turns."

"What kind of latrine is this? You're going to make do with that? There are latrines everywhere on this mountainside!"

In the blink of an eye, three or five people walked out arm in arm.

Linghu Chong was eating rice when he saw that Li Che's face had turned deep purple, his ears were trembling slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes had become more defined.

In the stillness of the night, nearing midnight, the lights at the post station had gone out.

Li Che and Linghu Chong occupied the large house on the west side, while the Beggars' Sect members only rested for a short while before leaving the post station.

"Has Old Feng passed on all his sword techniques?"

Linghu Chong, who was half-lying down pretending to be asleep, was slightly taken aback when he heard this. Why did he suddenly ask about this?

"It has been passed on, but sealed... He said this sword technique is too bloodthirsty; although it is fast, it cannot be called madness. Being too obsessed with it actually makes it inferior."

"Ha! He's being modest now. No problem, just be careful tonight!"

Linghu Chong suddenly sat up in shock, staring intently as he asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's hard to say, the Beggars' Sect's arrival is too suspicious."

"Brother Li, you're being too suspicious. The Beggars' Sect and Mount Hua have no past grudges, and besides, we've been hiding our identities the whole way. How could they possibly know?"

Li Che shook his head and said, "It's not difficult for the Beggars' Sect to investigate someone. Judging from the footsteps of those Beggars' Sect disciples who just went out, they should have been in the east and west rooms."

I looked for a long time, but found no evidence of any tampering.

Let's wait and see; we'll find out tonight whether it's true or not.

I hope I'm just being paranoid.

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong lost all sleepiness. He turned and leaned against the headboard with his sword in his arms, peering out through the crack in the window.

Li Che, however, didn't care at all, but thought to himself: "If the Beggars' Sect really has a problem, who gave Jie Feng the audacity to do this?! Zuo Lengchan?"

He shouldn't be able to control the Beggars' Gang.

Shaolin Temple? The old monk who orchestrated this whole thing has personally gotten involved? That's too crude a method, doesn't seem like it!

"Brother Li, listen!"

"Um?

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Li Che came to his senses, only to hear a soft rustling sound entering his ears.

The sounds were soft at first, but became more and more frequent after a while.

Li Che's heart skipped a beat; he had been careless!

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