The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Looking at the expression on his face, Jiang Ning couldn't help but compare him to the Taoist of Tianmen.

Although both the Hengshan and Taishan sects have been infiltrated by the Songshan sect, Tianmen Daoren, as the sect leader, is still somewhat confused and does not see things as clearly as Master Mo.

"It seems that Sect Leader Yue already knows about Alliance Leader Zuo's ambitions and has made preparations in advance. He has joined forces with Abbess Dingxian and Daoist Tianmen. Then I don't need to worry too much."

Master Mo said, "When you get back, tell Headmaster Yue that the Hengshan Sect will never agree to the merger of the Songshan Sect."

"If the Songshan Sect tries to forcibly annex us, the Hengshan Sect will join forces with the Huashan, Hengshan, and Taishan Sects to resist."

Jiang Ning nodded.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I'll take my leave now."

"Oh, right."

Mr. Mo nodded, then seemed to remember something.

"It seems that these people are led by someone called the Four Immortals of Peach Valley. Sima Da and the others call them Holy Envoys. However, these four people have never shown their faces. Sima Da is in charge of commanding them with the token."

Mr. Mo revealed the intelligence he had gathered.

“These people are numerous, but they are not harmonious and have many internal conflicts. After my provocation just now, they have now become chaotic, so you don’t need to worry too much.”

Most of the experts among these people had already been drawn away by Sima Da, leaving few skilled individuals. Moreover, after his outburst, the affair between Ji Wushi and Sima Da was exposed, causing the remaining people to lose trust in Sima Da. Even if Sima Da regains command, it will take longer to organize the next mountain attack.

Mr. Mo accomplished this without shedding a drop of blood.

"Thank you for informing me, Senior Uncle. I will take my leave now."

Jiang Ning nodded and thanked him.

What Master Mo did was indeed very useful, which greatly reduced the pressure on Linghu Chong and Abbess Dingyi.

Mr. Mo waved his hand gently.

Jiang Ning then prepared to leave.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang."

Seeing that Jiang Ning was about to leave, Liu Qin, who had been silent all along, thanked Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning glanced back at the person he had saved last year, smiled and nodded, then left.

Watching Jiang Ning's departing figure, Mr. Mo felt a slight sense of melancholy.

Yue Buqun's disciple is indeed quite outstanding; he is already able to share the burden for his master. None of the second-generation disciples of the Hengshan Sect have been able to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Mr. Mo looked at the paper in his hand again, his excitement still hard to contain.

He never imagined that the sword technique of Hengshan, which had been lost for decades, would one day return to his hands.

Carefully placing the papers back into his pocket, Mr. Mo then left.

"Let's go."

Mr. Mo said something and then headed back the way he came.

"Master, are we going back again?"

Liu Qin was somewhat surprised, but then followed.

"Ah."

Mr. Mo nodded. He had originally planned to make a quick trip and leave, but now he changed his mind.

……

After parting ways with Master Mo and his disciples, Jiang Ning headed towards Hanzhong Prefecture.

I wonder how things are going with the Emei Sect.

The thought of Qingcheng Sect coming to their aid reminded Jiang Ning of Emei Sect, another major sect from Sichuan.

Several months have passed since Huiyin returned, and it is unknown whether the orthodox Emei sect has succeeded.

If successful, it will provide a powerful ally in the future when dealing with the evil cult.

The thought of the Demonic Sect unconsciously brought Ren Yingying to Jiang Ning's mind again.

This enchantress didn't come to lead in person, so where is she now?

When Jiang Ning first heard that these people from all walks of life were coming to attack the Huashan Sect, he thought that Ren Yingying had also come. He didn't expect that Ren Yingying not only didn't come, but only sent the Four Immortals of Peach Valley to make up the numbers, and even made such a big commotion.

As Jiang Ning was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed something strange coming from behind him.

rustle.

An unusual noise came from the bushes behind us.

Jiang Ning's expression turned cold. He drew his sword and slashed to the left, unleashing a burst of sword energy.

A figure suddenly emerged from the bushes not far away.

Upon realizing he was being followed, Jiang Ning's expression turned cold, and he immediately wanted to attack.

"Hold your hand!"

The person who came shouted loudly.

The voice suddenly felt strangely familiar to Jiang Ning.

When the person's face was fully revealed, Jiang Ning's eyes showed surprise.

He never expected to see Liu Zhengfeng at this time.

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's been a long time."

Liu Zhengfeng looked at Jiang Ning with a wry smile.

After seeing Jiang Ning and Master Mo part ways, he tried to catch up with Jiang Ning, but Jiang Ning was too fast for him to keep up.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect are growing up so fast.

Liu Zhengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Ning looked him up and down.

"I wonder what brings Uncle Liu here? Did you come with Qu Yang?"

Jiang Ning remained calm, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Junior Nephew Jiang, stop looking. I'm the only one here."

Seeing Jiang Ning's attitude, Liu Zhengfeng said.

"I came here specifically to see you."

"Find me?"

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.

Liu Zhengfeng looked distressed: "I've come to thank you for saving Qin'er's life."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning's face remained expressionless, but he sheathed his sword.

Jiang Ning looked him up and down.

"Since we parted ways in Hengshan City last year, Uncle Liu has lost a lot of weight."

When I saw Liu Zhengfeng again, he was no longer wearing brocade and silk, but coarse linen clothes.

Liu Zhengfeng used to be portly and prosperous, like a wealthy old man, but now he has lost a lot of weight and looks somewhat haggard, no longer the same as before.

It must have been a difficult time for him during the period when he was being hunted down by the Songshan Sect.

Chapter 211 White Paper, Black Ink

"Hey."

Liu Zhengfeng gave a bitter smile; he was also quite disheartened.

"Did Uncle Liu come with Master Uncle Mo and the others?"

He had only recently come down the mountain, so it was impossible for Liu Zhengfeng to have followed him. The only possibility was that Liu Zhengfeng had secretly followed Master Mo and his disciples and then followed him here.

"Ah."

Liu Zhengfeng did not argue, but nodded.

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow.

"Have Uncle Liu, Uncle Mo, and Liu Qin met?"

Liu Zhengfeng shook his head bitterly: "No."

One of them was his senior, and the other was his only son. Given his current situation, he didn't know how to face them.

He asked himself if his friendship with Qu Yang was merely a matter of musical affinity, and that he had not done anything to harm the Hengshan Sect. However, the affairs of the martial arts world are not subject to individual will. Now, the entire martial arts world is spreading rumors that he is colluding with the Demonic Sect, and the Hengshan Sect has been disgraced because of him.

Seeing Liu Zhengfeng's appearance, Jiang Ning could roughly guess his mood.

"Since Uncle Liu has nothing else to say, I shall take my leave."

Jiang Ning then prepared to leave.

Liu Zhengfeng has now practically broken away from the Hengshan Sect and is hanging out with Qu Yang. The Hengshan Sect doesn't care about him anymore, and Jiang Ning really doesn't have anything to say to Liu Zhengfeng, as he has his own things to do.

"Wait a moment."

Liu Zhengfeng called Jiang Ning back again.

Jiang Ning turned to look at him: "Is there anything else, Uncle Liu?"

Liu Zhengfeng hesitated for a moment.

"Junior Nephew Jiang, did I... really make a mistake?"

A look of confusion appeared on Liu Zhengfeng's face.

Since the day he and Qu Yang escaped Hengshan City, Liu Zhengfeng has been suffering greatly, not only hiding from pursuers but also constantly on the run. He wakes up in the middle of the night every night, dreaming of the events of that day.

For the past year or so, Liu Zhengfeng has been living in a daze. What he fears most is the night. Every time he closes his eyes, he dreams of his wife asking him if he regrets it. He also dreams of his eldest son, Liu Yin. The words Liu Yin said to him before he committed suicide are like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart.

Every time Liu Zhengfeng wakes up at midnight, he is always lost in thought.