Xuanxia

Chapter 79: Past Palace

The middle-aged man's words were like a magnet, attracting everyone's attention.

Of course Fu Qingzhou is too.

"This person was actually a disciple of the True Immortal Palace?"

He immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The middle-aged man did not shy away from the question. He smiled and held a bowl of tea and said, "Oh, it's been a long time since I last thought about it. I'm not from Shu either. I think my hometown is in... northern Ji?"

"There was a severe drought that year, and my parents wanted to sell me for some porridge. By chance, they ran into a real person from the True Immortal Palace. He said that I had a good physique, so they took me in... Hey."

While he was sipping his tea, a bystander raised his eyebrows and said, "A severe drought in northern Hebei? I'm from northern Hebei, and this must have happened nearly forty years ago! I've also heard about it from my father."

"Yeah...it's been almost forty years."

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and said leisurely: "At that time, I couldn't even speak, and I entered the True Immortal Palace and became a disciple there."

"Of course, I heard this from my master. I have been in the mountains since I was old enough to understand. How could I know anything about drought or going into the mountains?"

"Since I was little, I have been studying and writing in the mountains, following the older brothers and sisters around..."

At this point, a rough and savage Jianghu man laughed: "Then brother, you have been practicing since you were young, so you must be a great master, right?"

"What a master!"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I was driven down the mountain when I was ten years old!"

Amid the surprised gazes of the crowd, he sighed softly: "I still remember what the True Immortal Palace looked like."

"There is snow all year round. When you sit on the edge of the cliff and look down, you can only see the vast sea of ​​clouds most of the time. If the sea of ​​clouds disperses, you can see the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles..."

"There are immortals in the fairy palace who practice martial arts and Taoism. Ah... I will never forget that bizarre scene. At that time, I always thought that I could be like them when I grow up. Alas."

"At that time, I saw ancient people's descriptions of the 'immortal world' in a book, such as 'jeweled buildings and jade palaces' and 'where gods and men live', so I asked my master what the immortal world was like. My master then laughed and pointed to the small building where we studied and said, 'Isn't this the immortal world?'"

Fu Qingzhou listened with fascination, and his original negative impression towards the True Immortal Palace was also dissipated a lot.

The middle-aged man continued to tell the story, but the story suddenly took a sharp turn: "But when I was ten years old, something big happened."

He poured himself a cup of tea and said in a hoarse voice, "That day, many people from outside the mountain suddenly came up the mountain. They were aggressive and murderous, and they demanded that the True Immortal Palace hand over the villain. They also gave the name of Long Dabei."

Hearing the three words "Long Dabei", everyone became excited.

The middle-aged man continued, "But where is Long Dabei on our mountain? Everyone was confused... Just then, the most powerful second-generation disciple in the True Immortal Palace, my uncle Qing Longzi, suddenly stood up and said that he was Long Dabei."

"It was not until then that we learned that when he came down the mountain a few years ago, he used the name of Long Dabei to kill many people, from Western Shu to Eastern Yue, from the South China Sea to the North Desert... the entire world was his enemy."

"The people who came at that time... were all very powerful."

The middle-aged man sighed deeply, and as if showing off, he recited a few names: "Golden Cicada Temple, Purple Air Fairy Wind Temple, Palm Sword Academy, Qianfang Baixiao Tower, Wandu Mountain, Qiluo Palace..."

The people in the martial arts world were stunned when they heard this: "These are all the largest sects in the world! Long Dabei has offended all of them?!"

"Not only that."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Even the imperial court sent many people here, not only people from the Mingjian Pavilion, but even a large army!"

"Mingjian Pavilion?"

At this time, Fu Qingzhou, who was sitting next to him, interrupted and asked, "I heard that the previous sword master of Mingjian Pavilion was from Zhenxian Palace?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the crowd was shocked. All the people in the martial arts world looked over here. "Boy, don't talk nonsense!" Someone reminded him, "Don't worry about getting into trouble!"

The middle-aged man was also a little surprised: "You are so young, how do you know this?"

When this person said this, the other people in the martial arts world were even more shocked: "Ah? This is actually true?"

"It's not a secret, is it?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It's just that it's been too long and no one remembers it."

He bowed to Fu Qingzhou and said, "This young man is right. The Master Sword Master at that time was from the True Immortal Palace. He was even... the master of Long Dabei."

Fu Qingzhou had something in his mind that he didn't say, was he Long Dabi's master, or Qing Songzi's father?

Amid the jaw-dropping cries of the Jianghu people at the tea stall, the middle-aged man said leisurely: "But since you are a high-ranking official in the court, you naturally cannot retain the identity of a Jianghu sect... But no matter what, the origin is there."

"I was still young at that time. I only remember that Master Xiangjian wanted to capture Long Dabei himself, but he stabbed him with a sword and seriously injured him. Then everything became chaotic. Many people were executed at the mountain gate. Long Dabei killed and killed all the way down the mountain."

"Ugh……"

The middle-aged man sighed heavily, "From that day on, the atmosphere on the mountain became much more depressing. The Palace Master at that time personally led people down the mountain to hunt down Long Dabei, but I heard that later... they all died."

"During that year, fewer and fewer people came to the mountain, and people from other sects came to ask for an explanation from time to time, saying that Long Dabei had killed someone again. The successor to the palace master was my uncle Qing Songzi. He didn't take care of things at first, but later, when he saw more and more people coming, he simply...disbanded the Zhenxian Palace."

Everyone was shocked: "Just disbanding?"

"Yeah, let's disband."

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "He seemed to be very angry that day. He picked up a stick and beat all those who didn't want to leave down the mountain. My master didn't want to leave either, so he beat him up and left him with a black eye and a swollen face. I spoke up for my master and was also beaten with a stick..."

As he spoke, he lifted up his collar, revealing a deep red mark on his left shoulder.

"Thirty years have passed, and the mark has not disappeared at all."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what happened afterwards. After I left the mountain, my master became disheartened and said he wanted to travel the world. He randomly placed me in this small village at the foot of the mountain... After that, I never saw him again."

Fu Qingzhou sighed.

It seems that what the secret envoy from Mingjian Pavilion said was true.

It was Qingsongzi who disbanded the Zhenxian Palace and announced his withdrawal from the world.

People in Jianghu also expressed their feelings, and some asked: "Hey, you have been here for decades, and you have never thought about going up the mountain to take a look?"

"Oh, of course!"

The middle-aged man looked distressed and slapped his thigh: "I can't get up there!"

"How could it be?" The people in the martial arts world turned their heads to look at the strange and steep mountain that reached the sky not far away. Someone frowned and said, "Although this mountain is dangerous, there is obviously a mountain path. With some effort, we can always get up, right?"

"Oh, have you forgotten?" Someone else laughed and said, "This guy was driven down the mountain when he was ten years old. He has never practiced anything!"

"That won't take thirty years to get promoted."

Someone else retorted: "We can get someone who knows martial arts to help us."

The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop the quarrel and said with a wry smile: "You don't know, there is a maze on the mountain. If you walk for a while, you will end up at the foot of the mountain."

(End of this chapter)