This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 52: Young Heroes of Jianghu
After hearing what the tall monk said, the young knights and heroines also discovered the clues. They realized that they had framed a good person, so they actively admitted their mistakes and corrected them on the spot.

There is no righteous person who is so obsessed with face that he insists on sticking to the end and describing good people as bad people.

A series of apologies were heard, mixed with a few words of "young hero" and "noble man", but Xiang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, still watching with a cold face.

He held his sword by his side and said, "Who are you and what are you doing in Songjiazhuang? Don't come forward. How would I know if you are disguised as Huangquan Dao disciples?"

He can pretend to be a disciple of Huangquan Dao, and a disciple of Huangquan Dao can naturally pretend to be a young hero in the martial arts world, so he must make his words clear.

Faced with Xiang Yuan's unreasonableness, several young heroes were indignant. They were righteous and upright, and they were not like the evil demons in the Yellow Springs Dao.

It was the same big monk who came out again. He had an imposing figure and regular features. A simple grey monk's robe covered his strong body. His fists were as big as casserole pots, and one could tell at a glance that he was well versed in the Dao.

He put his hands together and said politely, "I am Mingzhu, a monk who has been practicing in Xiaozang Temple. I have achieved enlightenment and traveled around the world. You are all like me, and you have all learned from famous teachers..."

"We heard that the underworld was haunted by evil spirits, so we gathered together to slay the evil spirits..."

"We killed a Huangquan Dao disciple and got some clues. We knew that there were Huangquan Dao disciples doing evil in several villages around us, so we ambushed them and waited for an opportunity to strike..."

"Just now there was a spooky aura, and a strange and terrifying aura rising into the sky..."

Mingzhu told the whole story, and the righteous spirit broke through the thick fog, and the shadow of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree was no longer covered, and its aura was leaked. They rushed over after hearing the news, determined to save people, and saw Xiang Yuan wearing a black robe, which was why they felt offended when they first met.

Ming Zhu was quite ashamed when he said this, and the dozen or so young heroes who had just entered the martial arts world were also extremely embarrassed.

The clues they had were too vague and not as accurate as Wang Wenxu's information. They knew there were disciples of Huangquan Dao in several nearby villages, but they had no idea where exactly they were.

A few days ago, several young men came to Songjiazhuang to inquire about the news. However, they were too cautious and lacked experience, so they were sent away by Cheng Yong and Cheng He in a few words.

Looking at Xiang Yuan again, he saw that he had killed all the disciples of Huangquan Dao alone. Comparing themselves with others, they were so angry that their faces turned red and they felt ashamed.

Mingzhu looked at the formation on the ground, the destroyed red lights, and the four hundred unconscious villagers, silently chanting "Amitabha". If it weren't for Xiang Yuan, everyone in Songjiazhuang would have died under their noses. With such carelessness, what qualifications do they have to travel and gain experience? They packed their bags and went home together.

Moreover, the shame is a small matter, while four hundred lives are a big matter.

Each side had their own thoughts. Xiang Yuan roughly understood what they said.

Western Chu is like the sea, Southern Xinjiang is like an island, and the borders are beaches. Many Huangquan Dao disciples are like turtles breaking out of their shells, crossing the beach and entering the sea. The young heroes who gather from all directions are like seabirds that feed on baby turtles.

Whenever all things are full of vitality, the two sides will communicate with each other tacitly. The seabirds that eat the baby turtles will sharpen themselves, and the baby turtles that kill the seabirds will enter the sea.

The example may not be appropriate, but the general idea is this.

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath and asked Ming Zhu to demonstrate the martial arts of Xiaozang Temple. The other young knights and heroines were the same. They had no basis in words but to prove themselves with their own martial arts.

The young men complained for a while, but when they saw Mingzhu start practicing, they had to follow and practice one by one.

Xiang Yuan watched this scene with a headache, but he gained a lot. Some of his moves could be incorporated into the Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword, which would take his swordsmanship to a higher level.

Coupled with the small flag in his arms and the Yin energy that was simulated by the Three Yin Book of Life and Death during the battle, he made no loss tonight and earned a big profit.

No wonder there are so many heroes in the world. With such a good thing happening, who wouldn’t want to be a good person?
He left the game coldly, and in a calm and composed manner, Xiang Yuan raised his long sword upside down, clenched his fist and bowed: "The disciples of Huangquan Dao are very cunning, and I have offended you just now. I hope you will forgive me."

As he spoke, the murderous aura disappeared, his eyes stopped looking around, his words and actions were appropriate, courteous, humble and kind, which made everyone feel good about him.

"May I ask which sect Young Master Xiang is from?" asked the young female knight.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding an expensive long sword, with a light and graceful figure, decent clothes, bright eyes and white teeth, and a pretty face. She tried hard to pretend to be mature, and it seemed that a female knight was not easy to deal with, but she had yellow hair on her temples and some baby fat on her cheeks.

Just now, when everyone was performing martial arts, she was the most skilled in swordsmanship. She called herself Tang Rou, a disciple of Jian Xinzhai, a top-notch swordsman in Western Chu.

Jianxinzhai is half Taoist and half Buddhist, practicing both Taoism and Buddhism. Most of the disciples in the sect are female. They emphasize having a mind as clear as a mirror and using swordsmanship naturally. Anyone who gets the true teachings of the inner sect must undergo strict selection and training to have a clear swordsmanship.

Like the Benxin Dao that Xiang Yuan came from, Jianxinzhai’s practice also focuses on the heart.

Of course, Benxin Dao belongs to the extreme faction in terms of mentality. Ordinary people just think that they are letting themselves go. They have some similarities with Jianxinzhai, but they are a world apart from each other.

"My name is Xiang Yuan. I cannot be called a young hero. I was originally a constable in Fengxian County, and now I am a bodyguard in Songjiazhuang. Today is my first day in office." Xiang Yuan showed the document and collected Wang Wenxu's calligraphy.

Everyone was in an uproar. They didn't believe that Xiang Yuan, who was a constable, had the ability to kill a disciple of Huangquan Dao.

What kind of advanced swordsmanship can a constable learn? Could he be the henchman of the Six Gates?
For a moment, they began to suspect that the Huangquan Dao disciples occupying Songjiazhuang were all a bunch of noobs. But then they thought that Xiang Yuan's murderous look just now was clearly not exaggerated, and he was indeed a master.

With some doubts, at Mingzhu's request, everyone from Songjiazhuang, young and old, sorted them into the house.

Men live in one room, the elderly live in one room, and women and children live in one room. Everything is in order and no etiquette is violated.

Everyone in the village, young and old, was unconscious. There were a few strong people, but they fell asleep immediately after being awakened. It seemed that they could not be awakened tonight.

Soon, several young knights who were patrolling the surrounding area found Yizhuang. After some calculations, they found that seven disciples of Huangquan Dao had died in Songjiazhuang, and their ashes were still steaming. Fierce fighting had taken place in every place.

There were also three short arrows, which were poisoned.

Everybody loves the sleeve arrows, so no one says much about it. They weigh the pros and cons in their minds, thinking that if they had three poisonous arrows that could kill instantly, how would they deal with the seven Huangquan Dao disciples.

After much thought, fighting alone is a dead end, only by calling on friends can we defeat the demons.

While feeling admiration, this group of people were even more curious about Xiang Yuan.

Xiang Yuan stood alone under a tree with his eyes closed, analyzing the gains and losses of the battle, summarizing the experiences and lessons, and seeing what shortcomings there were.

One of the calligraphy works was destroyed when Duan Wei burned himself, leaving five long scrolls, most of which had lost their righteousness. They could be kept for viewing and copying. Using them to deal with Huangquan Dao disciples might cause anxiety about insufficient power, so it was not advisable.

Fortunately, the problem is not serious. I will go back to Wang Wenxu and order another batch of goods.

There are some deficiencies in the art of formation, and Wang Wenxu can be consulted on this point. This gentleman sheep will not fight back when being pulled, so if caught, you must pull it bald.

Even for this, Wang Wenxu has to thank him!

A masculine smell of sweat mixed with a feminine fragrance came over him. Xiang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Ming Zhu and Tang Rou who were approaching. He said sincerely, "I am exhausted after fighting for a long time. I am powerless and unable to help you young heroes save people. I feel ashamed. I hope you will not blame me."

"How dare I? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You have built four hundred pagodas for the donors. Your merits are immeasurable. How dare I blame you?" Mingzhu said half-jokingly and brought them closer.

"I am doing my duty to protect justice, how dare I steal your merits."

"Brother Xiang, this is your sleeve arrow, they found it for me." Tang Rou handed over the short arrow wrapped in white cloth, her eyes full of curiosity.

The female knight who had just entered the martial arts world could only pretend to be calm and steady for a while. After a short while, she regained her lively and active nature. Relying on the fact that she was two or three years older than Xiang Yuan, she called him "little brother" in a very familiar manner.

Looking at the youthful and beautiful Tang Rou, Xiang Yuan felt like he was getting younger...

No, he is only fifteen, younger than Tang Rou.

The downside of a calm mindset is that it is mature and steady, unlike a young man, and it is not cold-blooded. If you are funny...

Not to mention, he hit the girl on the chest with his first foot and then sucked her in violently with his next foot. He was almost drooling. Only a child could do such a thing.

The mentality of the three is different. After all, they are not teenagers. Even if they have the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, they cannot find back the lost youthfulness.

"Thank you, Miss Tang." Xiang Yuan took the short arrow, loaded it in front of the two of them, and adjusted the mechanism.

Be upright and don't be ashamed of sneak attacks.

Mingzhu nodded secretly. He was a good and upright young man who was good at hiding his edge, slow in speech but quick in action.

Tang Rou couldn't keep her thoughts to herself. She looked at the sleeve arrows with shining eyes, thinking about buying one for herself. She said cheerfully, "Miss Tang, you are too polite. Just call me sister."

"Okay, Lady Tang."

"You are not that old, why are you so mature and boring? Sister, please step back and call me Miss Tang, right?"

"No problem, Lady Tang."

"Huh~~"

Tang Rou rolled her eyes twice. Her depressed thoughts came and went quickly. She forgot about them in the blink of an eye and said with great interest, "Brother Xiang, do you want to join us and fight for justice together? Kill a few more Huangquan Dao disciples and punish evil and promote good?"

This request is reasonable!

(End of this chapter)