The chivalrous spirit is fickle

Suddenly, Jiang Baizhi's eyes flashed, and she looked fixedly into the white mist, only to see a tombstone looming in the rolling mist.

Tombstone? Why is there a tombstone here?

With doubts in mind, Jiang Baizhi stepped carefully into the fog and came to the tombstone.

I saw that the tombstone seemed to be quite old, with a rough stone surface. There was an incense burner in front of the tomb, and green weeds were poking out, as if it had been cleaned once.

And on the tombstone, there were only a few large characters engraved.

Qingcheng Tomb of the Bones.

Jiang Baizhi's eyelids twitched wildly as she looked at the tombstone in front of her. Her breathing became a little rapid. After a moment, she turned around abruptly, no longer hesitated, and strode towards the bamboo building.

Snapped.

The door of the bamboo building was pushed open, and the scene inside was immediately seen by Jiang Baizhi.

There was no bed or stove in the bamboo house, only yellowed papers covered with densely written words piled on the ground.

Jiang Baizhi picked up a piece of paper, looked at it carefully for a moment, and couldn't help but frowned.

This paper records the life of Shi Gu, who was born and raised in Qingcheng, from childhood to adulthood, and clearly describes his habits, personality, and quirks.

It seems that there was a person who built a bamboo house here, and then spread out his life on paper and recorded it.

Jiang Baizhi suddenly remembered a story her brother told her when she was a child. In the story, there was an evil ghost who would peel off the skin of the dead after killing someone, and then write the dead person's life on paper and recite it day after day.

When the words on the paper are memorized by heart, the evil ghost will put on human skin, replace the original person, and live in the world.

At this moment, Jiang Baizhi couldn't help but imagine that there was once a man who wrote down the life of the real Shigu on paper in this bamboo house, and recited it day and night, turning himself into the appearance of Shigu. Then he turned around and stepped into the world, and from then on took the name of Shigu and took that man's name.

So...is he a murderous evil spirit?

creak~

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the bamboo door. Jiang Baizhi was startled. She bent her body slightly, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked towards the door nervously.

The bamboo door slowly opened, and a woman dressed as a woman, carrying a bamboo basket, stepped in. She had a pretty appearance, not stunning, but gentle and lovely.

The woman had a wooden hairpin in her tied-up long hair, and no other jewelry. She seemed to have known Jiang Baizhi for a long time. She walked calmly to Jiang Baizhi, smiled gently, and spoke softly.

"Girl, what should I call you?"

"Jiang Baizhi."

Jiang Baizhi did not let down his guard and had already grasped the hilt of the sword, but the woman just smiled when she heard it, took out a bamboo token from the bamboo basket, handed it to Jiang Baizhi, and said.

"Miss Jiang, take this sign with you, or you won't be able to get out of this mountain."

Jiang Baizhi was stunned when she heard that, and took the token in a daze. Then her mind raced, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she spoke in a lost voice.

"You let me into the mountains?"

Rumor has it that one cannot reach the top of this bamboo mountain, but Jiang Baizhi walked all the way without any obstacles. She was originally puzzled by this, but after seeing the token handed over by the woman, she finally understood.

From the very beginning, she was tacitly allowed to enter this bamboo mountain.

The woman did not explain anything. She bowed slightly, then carried the bamboo basket, walked past Jiang Baizhi, and went straight to the grave behind the bamboo building.

Jiang Baizhi glanced around and saw that the bamboo basket held by the woman was full of white candles and paper money, as if someone had come to sweep the grave.

In a trance, Jiang Baizhi took a step forward and asked the woman.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with the person in the grave behind?"

Hearing this, the woman paused, turned slightly, touched the hairpin on her head with one hand, and spoke softly with gentle eyes and tenderness.

"I'm Aning."

"It's the wife of the fool under the grave."

Jiang Baizhi's body swayed, and when she was about to step forward to ask, she heard Aning say softly.

"That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of purple demonic energy surged out of the wooden sign in Jiang Baizhi's hand. The next moment, Jiang Baizhi's eyes blurred and the world spun around.

But when she looked forward again, she was surprised to find that she had returned to the foot of the mountain, and the middle-aged man from the Tiger Gang was standing not far in front of her.

Jiang Baizhi's eyelids twitched wildly, and she finally understood something. She looked at the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice.

"Did you know this from the beginning?"

The middle-aged man turned his back to Jiang Baizhi, looked up at the towering Bamboo Mountain, had a lonely look in his eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"Miss Jiang."

"We never intended to conceal this matter. Whoever wants to investigate this matter can easily find out the truth of this matter."

"Ten years ago, the messenger brought not only the news of Shi Gu, but also Shi Gu who was about to die."

"Yes, he died ten years ago."

Hearing this, Jiang Baizhi frowned and asked.

"Who exactly is that Qingcheng Shigu in the Jianghu?"

The middle-aged man lowered his eyebrows, sighed deeply, turned to Jiang Baizhi and said.

"He is the messenger, and also the benefactor of the three of us. All these arrangements are in accordance with Shi Gu's dying wish."

"No one in this world can blame him for using Shigu's name, not even Shigu, not to mention that the man is the person my brother Shigu respects the most."

Jiang Baizhi became more and more shocked, but she still forced herself to calm down and asked the middle-aged man.

"What about his identity? He must have a name, right?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and advised softly.

"Miss Jiang, you are not the first person to find out about this place, and I will not tell you the identity of that person. If you want to know, go check it out yourself."

"But I want to tell you that after the people before you found out the identity of that person, no matter if they were martial arts masters or wealthy families, they all started to play dumb and didn't dare to mention a word."

“It’s like they were never here.”

"Do you really want to investigate further?"

Jiang Baizhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when she heard this. She reached out and pressed lightly on her chest. She had vaguely guessed something, but still spoke in a low voice.

"I'll look into it."

"Good luck to you, then."

The middle-aged man left his last words, then turned and left, passing by Jiang Baizhi. On the long mountain road, Jiang Baizhi was left alone.

Jiang Baizhi stood there for a long time, looked up at the sky, looked at the clouds in the sky, and smiled bitterly.

"My eldest brother has really found a troublesome task for me."

……

At the same time, under the same sky.

Shi Gu sat on a bench, using a small knife to flatten a wooden stick into the shape of a wooden sword.

In the courtyard, Shen Yue held a wooden sword, constantly repeating the most basic chopping movements. Perhaps the process was too boring, so Shen Yue tried two things at once, continuing the chopping movements while asking Shi Gu.

"Master, will I have junior brothers and sisters in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Gu raised his eyebrows and said speechlessly.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm already a poor man with just you as my disciple. If I have a few more disciples, I'll have to eat grass to survive."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yue blinked innocently and spoke weakly with a lack of confidence.

"I'm easy to feed."

Shi Gu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but then his eyes flashed, as if he remembered something, and he spoke in a low voice.

"You don't have any junior brothers or sisters anymore, but there was a silly boy who almost became your senior brother."

Shen Yue immediately became interested and asked curiously.

"Why is it almost? What kind of person is my senior brother?"

Shi Gu lowered his brows, looked at the half-cut wooden sword in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"He..."

After uttering the two words, Shi Gu stood there in a daze, unable to speak anymore. It seemed that he had thousands of words to say, but they were all stuck in his throat at this moment, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

After a long time, Shi Gu put down the knife in his hand, looked up at Shen Yue, and said softly.

"He is from Qingcheng."

"Oh, Senior Brother is from Qingcheng, is he famous in the martial arts world?"

"Well, he is very famous in the martial arts world. He is the most famous Qingcheng man in the entire martial arts world."

Chapter 51: Peaceful Days

"Master, when can I learn some powerful moves?"

The action of waving a wooden sword was too boring. Shen Yue was still young and could not stand the loneliness, so she began to beg Shi Gu to teach her some powerful moves, or at least let her expand her horizons.

It was almost summer, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was rising. Shi Gu looked at the sweaty Shen Yue, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, and spoke slowly.

"I think you understand the principle of gradual progress. You have just started, so you can learn any powerful moves after you break the wooden sword in your hand."

Shen Yue's hands kept swinging the wooden sword again and again, making vertical chopping movements from top to bottom.

She has been repeating this process for half a month, swinging the knife ten thousand times a day. This is the rule set for her by Shi Gu.

Shi Gu has used a bunch of treasures to lay a foundation for Shen Yue. The strength of her body is no longer ordinary, so it is not difficult to do this. However, simple repetition can really wear out a person's spirit.

As if he had realized this, Shi Gu put down the palm-leaf fan, picked up the wooden sword in his other hand, walked in front of Shen Yue, and spoke softly.

"Come on, try to cut me."

Shen Yue became spirited upon hearing that. Without asking any questions, he took a step forward and chopped at Shi Gu with a knife.

The next moment, the wooden sword was swung down, but Shi Gu just slightly turned sideways, and the wooden sword brushed his sleeve and fell into the air. Shi Gu swung the wooden sword backhand and gently tapped Shen Yue's little head, saying helplessly.

"In a life-and-death struggle, a slight error can lead to a huge loss."

"Your basic skills are too poor, and your control of the distance between the enemy and you is almost horrible."

"Avoiding your attack is easier than picking your nose, so I asked you to try to lay the foundation first, so that you can at least have a good idea."

Shen Yue held her head in her hands, looking aggrieved, but she picked up the wooden sword again and chopped towards Shi Gu again.

Shi Gu smiled casually, then turned sideways, turned around, and hit Shen Yue on the butt with a wooden sword.

Shen Yue suddenly became angry, stomping his feet repeatedly, waving the wooden sword, and continuously slashing at Shi Gu. Shi Gu walked leisurely, avoiding all the attacks, and at the same time gently hitting Shen Yue with the wooden sword.

However, when he saw Shen Yue's actions, a hint of surprise flashed in Shi Gu's eyes.

In such a short period of time, Shen Yue had already adjusted the distance, body position, and swing speed, all changing silently.

Such talent... is really enviable.

Another wooden sword came chopping at him. Shi Gu flipped his palm and stopped moving. He let go of the wooden sword in his hand. The wooden handle of the sword circled around his wrist, then circled around the sword in Shen Yue's hand.

Shi Gu stretched out his big hand and grasped the hilt of the knife again, and the blade had already stopped at Shen Yue's white neck.

Shen Yue's body stiffened. After she came to her senses, she curled her lips and muttered in a low voice.

"How can a master bully his apprentice like this?"

Shi Gu heard it clearly, he just smiled, and swung the wooden sword away. The blade was like an arrow, deeply embedded in the soil in the distance.

"Put away the wooden sword first, a guest is coming."

Hearing this, Shen Yue picked up the wooden sword obediently, and imitated the way of Shi Gu, turning her wrist and swung the blade out. However, the wooden sword didn't even get a few steps away. The blade hit the ground, bounced up directly, and hit Shen Yue's little head hard.

"Well!"

Shen Yue immediately squatted down holding her head. This hit was much more painful than Shi Gu's. Shi Gu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tapped Shen Yue's little head gently with his hand and said speechlessly.

"I asked you to put the wooden sword away, why did you throw it away?"

Shen Yue rubbed her head and slowly stood up, her fair little face full of regret.

"Master, I thought you looked so cool just now, so I wanted to learn from you."

This silly girl, why does she look so unintelligent? She is so talented...