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

Chapter 124 Pine Breeze Breaks Through the Temple, A Boat Capsizes in the Ditch

Mount Qingcheng is towering and majestic, with its thirty-six peaks resembling emerald snails.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, clouds and mist swirl around, and as far as the eye can see, many buildings are scattered throughout the mountains.

Whether it's a Taoist temple, a Buddhist palace, or even the somewhat incongruous Songfeng Temple.

The group climbed the steps, with Old Yue standing with his hands behind his back, pondering how to handle the Qingcheng Sect's affairs.

The terms "good nephew" and "uncle-in-law Yue" are used like a persistent plaster, and the latter is addressed with great affection.

Killing him would tarnish the reputation of Mount Hua, but not killing him would create future trouble.

Besides, since they've already come all this way, the Qingcheng Sect needs to have some rules and regulations.

Sigh~ Old Yue, whose idol image was becoming increasingly heavy, felt irritable. He hadn't encountered many bandits or river robbers along the way, and he didn't really have a good reason to get rid of this burden.

After thinking for a while... well, when in doubt, leave it to your apprentice!

Thinking of this, Lao Yue's worries disappeared, and his expression gradually relaxed. The scenery of Qingcheng was indeed beautiful.

Seeing the path strewn with loose rocks and shrubs, Peng Renqi felt a surge of bitterness. He needed to find a way to cling tightly to Mount Hua!

When the group reached the middle of the mountain, they saw the entrance to Songfeng Temple.

Old Yue stopped in his tracks. In front of him was half an upside-down square piece of wood. He used his toe to pry it open and found the inscription: "Pine Breeze Blows..."

"The wind in the pines never ceases, and the cry of the crane can be heard deep into the night."

Uncle Yue—!!!

Peng Renqi let out a loud cry, then knelt down and started crying, nearly startling his father-in-law.

He picked up Fang Mu and ran his hand along the broken edge of the axe, sobbing, "Please, Uncle Yue, do justice for your disciple!"

These villains destroyed my sect and demolished my temples. This plaque was written by our sect's founding patriarch, and now, now, wow—!

Now it's being used as firewood!

My master appeared to me in a dream last night and asked me to ask my senior brother Yue to remember the past relationship between our two schools and not let the Qingcheng School's lineage be cut off.

My master also said that the Qingcheng Sect is willing to become a subordinate sect of Mount Hua, that is, even if it is merged into Mount Hua.

"I only pray that the incense of our ancestral master will not be extinguished; even if only withered branches and fallen leaves remain, they will still be a gentle breeze in the pines."

The disciples of Mount Hua secretly grumbled to themselves, "This guy's tears come so easily. He's cried countless times along the way. He's really annoying."

Old Yue's expression was somewhat strange.

Did Yu Canghai entrust his dream to him?

Even if I didn't entrust this to my disciple Li Che, I should still urge you to work hard and avenge your family.

He knew something about his beloved disciple's plans in Fuzhou; otherwise, why would the Huashan Sect Leader so readily abandon his responsibilities?

Old Yue sighed deeply, bent down to lift his good nephew, and was about to say a few words of comfort.

"Who the hell is howling like a banshee on my turf?! Oh, what a pretty young lady."

"What the hell are you looking at? That's a man! But he is handsome."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man dressed in short gray clothes, with a thick back and waist, carrying a nine-ringed saber that made a clattering sound as he walked.

The person following closely behind was dressed similarly, but with his chest open and a tiger descending a mountain tattooed on his chest.

A moment later, twenty or thirty people rushed out of Songfeng Temple, and they didn't look like good people.

"Hey, this kid looks familiar." The man in front pointed his knife at Peng Renqi and laughed.

"Senior Uncle Yue, it's them! They killed my disciples and seized my sect..."

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"Oh, I remember now, you little wench, have you forgotten how you kowtowed, cried, and crawled between my legs begging for mercy last time? You dare to come looking for revenge?"

Upon hearing this, the Huashan people's contempt only intensified.

"Let me tell you straight, I am Laozi, the Tiger Over the Mountain. Your Songfeng Temple is quite good. I have already had someone recarve the plaque, and from now on it will be called Dragon Tiger Gate!"

Old man, mind your own business at your age. Leave the two young ladies and that handsome young man behind and get down the mountain quickly.

"I'm in a good mood today and don't want to see blood!"

This man had a very loud voice and was full of foul language; in just a short while, a strong smell of alcohol had filled the air.

It's clear that this "Mountain Tiger" is in a good mood.

Old Yue remained cold and indifferent, too lazy to utter a single word to these江湖匪类 (jianghu lei lei - a term referring to the bandits and outlaws of the martial arts world).

"How dare you!"

"court death!"

Zzzzz!

Snapped--!

Miss Huo lashed out with her whip, using the very same Huashan Thirteen-Linked Whip created by Li.

The disciples of Mount Hua drew their swords and attacked in anger.

The eldest brother has clearly set the rules: anyone who insults our sect will be punished to the death!

In an instant, screams erupted from the mountainside; the tiger could not withstand the combined power of the Huashan disciples.

Peng Renqi stared blankly for a moment. How could the martial arts of the Huashan disciples be so advanced?!

That young man surnamed Lin, I heard, has only been a student for half a year. Judging from his steady stance and swift movements, each step he takes covers more than ten feet. His swordsmanship is also steady and powerful, combining the unusual and the dangerous, clearly indicating that he has already mastered the basics of internal strength.

Isn't it said that the Huashan Hunyuan Gong is extremely difficult to learn?

Why is it that these people... all seem to have strong internal strength?

Old Yue nodded secretly. Che'er's newly acquired Hunyuan Gong training method was indeed remarkably effective, a sign of the sect's great prosperity!

Old Yue was feeling quite pleased with himself when, unexpectedly, a strange change occurred.

Lin Pingzhi leaped up and thrust straight at the enemy with a move called "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun." Just as the tip of his sword was about to reach the enemy's heart, his legs buckled, the sword fell to the ground, and he himself fell down in mid-air.

The other man paused for a moment, then swung his knife in a backhand strike. "Ha! So you're just a show-off, all show and no substance!"

Liang Fa, standing beside him, suddenly changed color, abruptly sheathed his sword and swung it diagonally, barely managing to block the blade.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you injured?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liang Fa also felt his limbs go weak and powerless, and the long sword in his hand was instantly knocked away.

Old Yue, who had been watching the battle, suddenly changed his expression. He poked with his toe, and a piece of wood, about an inch long, shot out with a sharp whistle.

laugh-!

Wood chips pierced the bandit's neck like sharp blades, while the nine-ringed dagger grazed Liang Fa's left shoulder and slashed at the stone steps.

As soon as Lao Yue tried to exert his strength, he felt something was wrong. The energy in his dantian was weak and powerless, like a boulder that had sunk into the sea, and the more he tried to lift his energy, the more sticky it became.

Poisoned!

His face darkened, and he raised two fingers to seal three major acupoints on Peng Renqi's shoulders, neck, and chest. "Junior sister, keep an eye on this scoundrel!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Peng Renqi also collapsed to the ground.

He didn't poison her?!

Old Yue took a step forward, his expression changed again, and when he took another step, he only took about ten feet.

Her rosy complexion faded, and her limbs grew increasingly weak.

But there was no time to hesitate. The disciples of Mount Hua collapsed to the ground in an instant, and the remaining seven bandits raised their knives in protest.

Ning Zhong dared not make any rash moves, nor did he dare to raise his qi. He simply gripped his long sword tightly and kept an eye on his surroundings.

Peng Renqi was still alive at his feet, so it wasn't a deadly poison, but rather a miraculous medicine that would dissipate one's internal energy.

The fact that this medicine could be administered to her and her senior brother is no ordinary feat; these bandits in front of them don't possess such ability.

They must have been tricked in Chengdu Prefecture.

The enemy is lurking in the shadows, and they don't even know if they can accomplish anything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my senior brother thrust his sword forward, seeking only a swift kill.

In just a few breaths, the purple blush had disappeared from her face, and her breathing had become somewhat rapid.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

"Be careful, senior brother!"

In desperation, Ning Zhongze disregarded everything else and drew her sword, leaping forward with lightning speed.

He had only leaped three zhang when he lost his footing and instinctively planted his longsword on the ground to barely support himself.

Bamboo arrows flew in from all directions. Ning Zhongze's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Even if she raised her hand to push away the arrows, it would be too late to save him.

"Senior brother!"

"Well--!

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Several screams rang out, but the slender bamboo arrows all pierced the bodies of Guoshanhu and his men.

Before he even collapsed, his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and spiderweb-like black lines spread across his cheeks.

The young disciple secretly felt lucky, wondering who had saved him.

Lao Yue and Ning Zhongze exchanged a glance and immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Senior brother?!"

"I'm fine!"

Old Yue struggled to stay upright on the stone steps, but he was as if paralyzed, unable to muster any strength.

"Are any of the disciples injured?"

"Master/Mistress, we are unharmed."

"5

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Old Yue stared down the mountain, his voice weak and feeble: "I don't know how my Huashan Sect has offended you, that you would resort to such methods?!"

"Hehe—! Little prince, I told you we'd meet again."

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