Liver into a martial arts legend: starting with Embroidered Spring Blade

Chapter 139 The Brocade-Clad Warriors Shock the Heroes, One Strike Overwhelms Shaolin! [Guaranteed Two-in-One Set]

The moonlight was dim, and the night wind made it feel chilly.

In the back garden of Xingyun Manor, countless torches and lanterns were lit, illuminating the area brightly.

Under the firelight, dozens of monks walked slowly. Apart from the four old monks at the head, the seventy-two Shaolin disciples behind them each held a stick, their eyes filled with coldness, hatred and other expressions. Their imposing aura was so fierce that no one dared to look them in the eye.

Everyone trembled with fear. Even the members of the Money Gang showed solemn expressions and quietly retreated to the side.

Everyone knew why the Shaolin Temple people had come, and subconsciously turned to look at the doorway, only to see the tall, upright young man standing quietly at the door, waiting.

Not only was he unafraid, but the 'Iron Swordsman' and the two women behind him were also extremely calm, showing no sign of panic.

The crowd looked at each other, puzzled and confused, wondering where this mysterious group of four got their confidence from.

Although Long Xiaoyun and Lin Xian'er had already fallen out and were hurling insults at each other, at this moment, both of them simultaneously showed a resentful and cold smile.

The thought of Jiang Xuan's impending doom filled the two of them with immense satisfaction.

If it weren't for Jiang Xuan, their schemes would never have been known, and their carefully crafted personas would never have been exposed.

Now that all their plans have been destroyed and everything has come to nothing, the two are filled with resentment towards the culprit who caused all of this.

They knew they were finished; there would be no place for them in this world anymore.

But before they died, they were quite happy to see this damned guy killed by the Shaolin Temple.

"You're all very happy, aren't you?"

At this moment, Jiang Xuan glanced back at the two of them and saw the excitement on their faces. A mocking smile appeared on his lips. He could easily see through their thoughts.

Long Xiaoyun's eyes were filled with resentment as he gritted his teeth and said, "You ruined everything for me, but you won't get away with this either. I'll watch you die in front of me first!"

Lin Xian'er had a similar expression, quite vicious, wishing she could bite the man who ruined her to death.

"It seems you really want me dead."

Jiang Xuan chuckled and said, "However, I will not let you die easily. You must give an explanation to the victims for what you have done."

sigh~
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xuan raised his hand and pointed, golden true energy surging forth and striking Long Xiaoyun's sea of ​​qi, directly crippling him.

"Pfft!" Long Xiaoyun's body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly weakened, and his gaze towards Jiang Xuan became even more resentful.

"Big brother..." Li Xunhuan exclaimed in surprise.

The others were also taken aback, but before they could react, an angry voice came from the courtyard gate.

"presumptuous!"

An old monk, his face ruddy and filled with anger, like a wrathful Vajra in Buddhism, stared directly at Jiang Xuan: "I am here, how dare you act so arrogantly!"

The Shaolin monks have arrived at the entrance!

The crowd quickly moved aside, not daring to block the way, allowing the Shaolin monks to enter the courtyard smoothly.

The four old monks slowly walked to the center of the courtyard. The old monk who had spoken earlier looked directly at Jiang Xuan with a cold expression: "So you are the demon who killed my second senior brother and injured my twelve Shaolin Dharma Protectors?!"

"Who are you?" Jiang Xuan asked calmly.

"This old monk's Shaolin Heart Sutra!"

The old monk shouted, "I only ask you, why did you resort to such cruelty and kill my Shaolin people?!"

Another monk coldly said, "Seventh Junior Brother, what's the point of talking to this demon? He's cruel and ruthless, a murderer who must be a member of the demonic path. Since many fellow martial artists are here, let's just capture him and interrogate him in front of everyone!"

"Staff Formation!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he shouted loudly, and dozens of Shaolin disciples stepped forward and dispersed, surrounding Jiang Xuan and the others in the room.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

"Wait a minute!"

A gaunt-looking, serene old monk suddenly spoke up.

He could tell that something was wrong, so he slowly stepped forward, looked directly at Long Xiaoyun, and asked, "Amitabha, Layman Long, what has happened here?"

Long Xiaoyun's expression changed slightly, and he no longer knew how to speak.

Master Xinmei was the one he had invited to capture the Plum Blossom Thief, but now that all his shady dealings have been exposed, he has no face to explain himself.

Master Xinjian also noticed that everyone's expressions were a bit off, but he didn't think much of it. He frowned and said, "Sect Leader, what else is there to say? This scoundrel bullies others by relying on his power. First, he stole the Dragon Manor Lord's golden silk armor, and then he ruthlessly killed Second Senior Brother and others. How is such behavior any different from that of the demonic path? Perhaps, the Plum Blossom Thief is this demon in disguise!"

These words made everyone's expressions even stranger.

Jiang Xuan sneered: "Monks, I advise you to find out the situation first before you speak, lest you bring disaster upon Shaolin!"

"Insolence!" Master Xinjian roared, "Do you still intend to commit violence at Shaolin? It seems I cannot let you live today!"

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

Master Xinhu stopped Xinjian, his brows furrowed. He looked back at the others and felt increasingly uneasy.

Finally, he looked at someone he knew and asked what was going on.

The man did not refuse and stepped forward to explain what had happened that night.

The Shaolin monks were all astonished upon hearing this, never expecting that so many exciting stories would unfold in just one night.

Long Xiaoyun, who rallied numerous martial arts figures to capture the Plum Blossom Thief, is actually the mastermind behind the Plum Blossom Thief case?!
“Master Long, you actually…” Master Xinhu looked at Long Xiaoyun, his expression complicated, unsure of what to say.

The second junior brother, Xinmei, was invited to discuss the capture of the Plum Blossom Bandit, but he was ultimately deceived by Long Xiaoyun and stood up for him, which led to his death at the hands of Jiang Xuan.

That means Long Xiaoyun also bears a great deal of responsibility for his junior brother Xinmei's death...

"Amitabha!"

Master Xinhu sighed deeply, feeling that Xinmei's death was not worthwhile.

He came to arrest the Plum Blossom Thief, but instead went to seek justice for him and died at the hands of others. What a terrible mistake!
"how?"

Jiang Xuan looked at the Shaolin monks and said calmly, "Now that you know the truth, do you still want to avenge Xinmei?"

The group exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim.

Suddenly, Master Xinjian gritted his teeth and said, "Even though Senior Brother Xinmei was deceived by Long Xiaoyun, you shouldn't have resorted to such a vicious act!"

"Not bad!"

"No matter what, Senior Brother Xinmei was killed because of you!"

"Your methods are so ruthless; you are definitely not a righteous person!"

The other monks, regaining their senses, all spoke up in rebuke, reaffirming their belief in exorcising the demon.

"Amitabha!"

Master Xinhu chanted Buddhist mantras and looked up at Jiang Xuan: "What my fellow disciples say is correct. Although this matter was caused by Benefactor Long, Benefactor's decisive and ruthless methods are a bit too vicious."

"I would like to ask you to come with me to Shaolin Temple to keep vigil for my junior brother Xinmei for ten years, chanting sutras every day to cleanse your body of demonic energy. At that time, I will allow you to leave the mountain and resolve this grievance."

"As for Benefactor Long..."

Master Xinhu glanced at Long Xiaoyun and sighed, “The Buddha said, ‘The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.’ Benefactor Long has committed such sins. If you are willing to come with me to Shaolin, shed your worldly dust, and spend your days with the green lamp, observing abstinence and chanting Buddhist scriptures, perhaps the Buddha will forgive your sins.”

Long Xiaoyun was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded: "I am willing to go to Shaolin with Master!"

If he could survive, he certainly wouldn't want to die.

He can no longer survive in the martial arts world. Even if Jiang Xuan lets him go, the rest of the martial arts community will never let him go.

Going to Shaolin Temple and becoming a monk is another good option.

"You think you can just say you're willing?"

Jiang Xuan glanced at him coldly, then looked at the Shaolin monks and sneered, "Very good!"

"Others who kill people are demons, but you who kill people are righteous and do good deeds, and you don't even allow others to resist."

"Moreover, if you kill someone or break the law, you can wash away your sins simply by becoming a monk. No wonder there are so many temples in the world; they are all places that harbor filth and evil!"

"The way Buddhism operates has truly broadened my horizons!"

"How dare you! You dare to slander my Buddhist holy land!" Master Xinjian roared, momentarily failing to notice that Jiang Xuan referred to himself as "this supervisor".

But Master Xinhu grasped the key word, his expression changed slightly, he reached out to stop Xinjian, stared intently at Jiang Xuan, and said, "Amitabha, may I ask where you come from, benefactor?"

The eyes of the rest of the martial arts community also focused on Jiang Xuan, and they too harbored doubts.

This young man first stole the Golden Silk Armor from the Golden Lion Escort Agency, and then came to Xingyun Manor at the invitation of others. Facing the intimidation of Long Xiaoyun and others, he was not afraid at all, and even killed Zhao Zhengyi, Master Xinmei, "Whip God" Ximen Rou and other masters one after another.

Moreover, tonight, he saw through Lin Xian'er's disguise, exposed Long Xiaoyun's conspiracy, and even knew the inside story of Lin Xian'er seducing various martial arts figures, as if he knew everything.

At such a young age, he already possesses such profound martial arts skills and remains so mysterious and unpredictable. Just who is this young man?!
This time, facing the crowd's questions, Jiang Xuan no longer concealed his identity and coldly declared, "I am Jiang Xuan, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"

咻咻咻～
As Jiang Xuan's voice fell, rockets shot into the sky from all directions, exploding in the night sky and illuminating most of the sky.

At the same time, under the cover of night, figures quickly appeared, each clad in armor, with long swords at their waists and bows and crossbows in their hands, exuding a murderous aura.

At a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand people!

stomping on...

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a dozen or so figures clad in flying fish robes arrived first; it was An Jianqing and his companions.

"This humble servant, An Jianqing, pays his respects to the Commander!" An Jianqing led his men to the door and spoke solemnly.

Immediately, thousands of Imperial Guards roared, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Meet the Governor!"

There was a sudden silence in the field.

Everyone was shocked.

Jinyiwei?
They were actually members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard?!

Everyone's expression changed, and they turned to look at the aloof and indifferent figure at the doorway.

"No wonder! The Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Embroidered Uniform Guard... I should have known! Hahaha..."

Long Xiaoyun collapsed to the ground, letting out a bitter laugh, filled with despair.

At that moment, he finally realized what kind of person he had offended.

Jiang Xuan, the Commander of the Imperial Guards in the capital, known as the "Overlord Blade"!
No wonder the Golden Lion Escort Agency presented the Golden Silk Armor obediently when they encountered it. Even the chief escort, Cha Meng, led his men there, but ultimately returned empty-handed. Later, they kept quiet about it, and no matter who inquired, they dared not reveal any inside information.

Who else but the imperial court could possess such power and instill such fear in the Golden Lion Escort Agency?

He should have thought of it earlier.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

"I knew it! How could such a young master suddenly appear in the martial arts world? He broke through to the Grandmaster level before the age of thirty, comprehended the essence of martial arts, and was so arrogant and domineering, yet he also knew so much about the Plum Blossom Bandits..."

Among the Money Gang members, Zhuge Gang suddenly realized something, sighed to himself, and was also very glad that they hadn't provoked Jiang Xuan.

Three months after the White Lotus Sect was wiped out, the sect leader had repeatedly emphasized that they must not provoke the imperial court, especially the Embroidered Uniform Guard. All of this was, of course, because of Jiang Xuan, the Embroidered Uniform Guard commander who had become famous throughout the land in just three years!
The imperial court was no longer the one dominated by the eunuch faction.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard is no longer the same as it used to be!
"I never expected that even the mere Plum Blossom Thief would have this person personally come..."

Looking at the densely packed Imperial Guards around them, and the crossbows already cocked and aimed at the courtyard, everyone's faces turned pale, and they no longer had their previous composure and calmness.

Even renowned martial arts masters like Li Xunhuan, Mr. Iron Flute, and Yi Ku the Green Demon Hand had changed their expressions.

Even when faced with a powerful force like the Shaolin Temple in Baoding, they remained calm and composed.

But when faced with a court institution like the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they didn't even have the thought of resisting.

Moreover, even if they had the opportunity to resist, they dared not resist.

Unless they end up living a life of darkness and hiding like those evil cults.

Otherwise, if they offend the imperial court, they will never have peace!

Not to mention, they were facing the legendary commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard...

"how?"

Jiang Xuan looked at Master Xinhu and the others with a mocking smile: "Now, do you still want to take me to Shaolin to exorcise the demon?"

The garden was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The Shaolin monks were also pale-faced. Some of the younger monks were even more panicked, staring at the rows of crossbows that were already cocked, their fingers trembling as they held their sticks.

Heaven have mercy! The abbot only said he was bringing them to exorcise the demon, but he didn't say that this 'demon' was a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!

The fact that the other side arrived so quickly clearly indicates that they were well-prepared and were just waiting for them to fall into their trap.

Surrounded by thousands of fully armed Imperial Guards, they no longer had any chance to escape!

"Amitabha!"

Master Xinhu had a bitter expression on his face. He stood in the crowd as if he had become one with the world. His pure true energy circulated, and his blood flowed like a dragon. He was clearly only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

But at this moment, he still dared not make any rash moves.

He bowed slightly to Jiang Xuan and sighed, "I did not know you were here, sir. I have offended you greatly. Please forgive me."

"Now that the imperial court has intervened, this humble monk naturally dares not overstep his bounds. Xinmei's death may have been his destined calamity. Let this matter end here. I only hope that Your Excellency can be compassionate and refrain from committing any more unnecessary killings."

Clearly, this is an admission of weakness.

No one was surprised.

These are, after all, the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If it were the head monk of Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, they might have the right to negotiate.

However, the Shaolin Temple in Baoding was merely a branch temple with a mere hundred or so people, and the strongest among them was only at the Grandmaster level. Naturally, it did not have the qualifications to negotiate with the imperial court.

Most importantly, Shaolin was at fault in this matter to begin with.

But no one expected that this man would come to Xingyun Manor in disguise. If they had known his identity earlier, not only Long Xiaoyun, but even Shaolin Temple would never have dared to interfere in this matter.

It can only be said that Master Xinmei was unlucky. She didn't even find out the man's identity before rashly stepping forward. Relying on the power of Shaolin Temple, she wanted to stand up for Long Xiaoyun and those dead martial arts figures, but in the end, she lost her life.

What bad luck!
Everyone sighed inwardly, believing that there should be no change in the situation tonight.

With Shaolin Temple backing down, this matter may finally come to an end.

However, Jiang Xuan did not give up. He sneered and looked at the Shaolin monks, saying, "You think you can just cause trouble if you want, and then stop if you want? There's no such easy way out!"

Master Xinhu's expression changed slightly, and he frowned, saying, "Then what else does Your Excellency wish to do?"

"Isn't your Shaolin Temple very fond of ordaining people? Just now you even wanted me to go to Shaolin to chant sutras and keep vigil for Xinmei for ten years? Well then, from this day forward, Shaolin Temple will be closed for ten years!"

Jiang Xuan coldly said, "If I hear of any Shaolin Temple members coming down the mountain to interfere in the affairs of the martial world within the next ten years, I will immediately lead my men to wipe out Shaolin Temple!"

"Furthermore, the Baoding Shaolin Temple must hand over all its Buddhist scriptures and martial arts manuals, as well as the land under your jurisdiction!"

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

Upon hearing the latter two conditions, all the Shaolin monks, including Xinhu and his companions, turned pale.

"You've gone too far!"

Master Xinjian, known for his fiery temper, immediately roared, "You killed my Shaolin disciples and now you want to uproot my Shaolin? Do you really think Shaolin is easy to bully?!"

Master Xinhu couldn't help but say, "The three conditions you've proposed are tantamount to undermining the foundation of Shaolin! Isn't this going too far!"

Not only must the mountain be closed for ten years, but all the scriptures in the temple and the land under its jurisdiction must also be handed over. This is undoubtedly digging up the roots of Shaolin.

If this were to happen, the Shaolin Temple in Baoding would be finished.

"Excessive?"

Jiang Xuan coldly said, "That bald monk Xinmei, without distinguishing right from wrong, was instigated by 'Plum Blossom Bandit' Long Xiaoyun to attack me. Let alone killing him, even if I used this as an excuse to wipe out your Baoding Shaolin Temple, it would be too lenient!"

"According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, aiding and abetting evil is punishable as an accomplice and shall be executed; those who kill members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard shall have their entire family wiped out!"

"I wonder if your Shaolin Temple is enough to satisfy the three clans of that bald monk with the crescent-shaped eyebrows!"

The monks' expressions changed again.

Jiang Xuan had lost patience with their idle chatter and said, "I'll ask you one last time: will your Shaolin Temple agree to these three conditions or not?!"

"Senior brother, we absolutely cannot agree to this!"

Master Xinjian gritted his teeth and said, "He concealed his identity, deliberately provoked my second senior brother to attack him, implicating Shaolin, and now he even wants to uproot Shaolin. This is simply outrageous!"

"What do we monks have to fear from death?"

"At worst, we'll fight our way out and ask the main temple of Songshan to uphold justice for us. I refuse to believe that there is no justice left in this world. Even the imperial court cannot cover up the truth with such power!"

"shut up!"

Master Xinhu's expression changed, and he quickly stopped him, realizing something was wrong. "Even if you really think that way, you shouldn't say it at this time."

Sure enough, it was too late!

"very good!"

Jiang Xuan's face turned cold: "It's one thing to be an accomplice to evil and murder a second-rank official of the imperial court, but to dare to commit treason and plot a rebellion is even worse! You deserve to be executed!"

"kill!"

Jiang Xuan waved his hand and shouted, "Leave no one from Shaolin alive! Anyone who dares to interfere will be punished as an accomplice and eliminated!"

咻咻咻～
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of triggers being pulled rang out, and a dense barrage of arrows rained down like a storm, engulfing the Shaolin monks in the middle of the courtyard.

In an instant, screams erupted and blood splattered everywhere.

The group of martial arts practitioners who were waiting to watch the show suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly ran to the side to find a place to hide.

The Imperial Guards ignored the people and let them leave, focusing instead on the Shaolin monk in the middle, continuously firing long-range arrows.

"stop!"

Master Xinhu's eyes widened in fury. While circulating his inner energy to deflect the rain of arrows, he shouted, "This humble monk agrees to your terms, sir!"

"late!"

Jiang Xuan snorted coldly, took the Youlong Blade from Ren Yingying's hand, and with a flourish of his body, leaped into the air like a wild goose, slashing down at Master Xinhu with his blade, coldly saying: "If you survive three of my strikes, I will allow you to beg for mercy!"

hum~
In an instant, the void trembled, and two domineering and violent intents, along with the Vajra True Qi, transformed into a ten-zhang-long blade of energy, slashing down towards Master Xinhu.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Xin Jian and the other two exclaimed in alarm, simultaneously channeling their energy and striking the sky with their palms.

Master Xinhu's pupils shrank, and he quickly gathered his powerful true energy, condensing it in his palm, and unleashed a palm strike towards the golden sword energy.

Visible to the naked eye, a golden Buddha's handprint appeared directly in the void, seemingly possessing earth-shattering power.

This is none other than the Prajna Palm, the number one palm technique among the 72 Shaolin arts, which Master Xinhu has mastered to perfection!
boom!
As the blade and palm clashed, a powerful aura suddenly erupted, and an invisible wave of energy rippled outwards, spreading in all directions, stirring up a howling wind, like thunder.

"puff……"

The three monks of Xinjian coughed up blood at the same time, were injured instantly, and were sent flying backward. Their originally powerful aura instantly weakened.

This was only because Master Xinhu blocked most of the sword energy for them; otherwise, the three of them, whose cultivation levels were only at the early stage of Grandmaster, would probably have died in an instant.

Master Xinhu, worthy of being the number one master of Baoding Shaolin, only staggered back about ten steps under the impact of this powerful force before regaining his footing.

But in mid-air, drops of blood could be faintly seen falling.

Master Xinhu withdrew his hands and looked at his palms. His hands were almost split open, covered with spider web-like cracks, dripping with blood, and two terrifying forces were faintly raging and destroying muscle tissue in the wounds.

artistic conception!

Master Xinhu's expression turned solemn, and he quickly circulated his internal energy to dispel the remaining power of the artistic conception.

Jiang Xuan stood on the rooftop, his eyes narrowing slightly upon seeing this, a strange glint flashing in them.

This old fellow is truly unfathomable.

Even with the combined power of his two mental states, he could withstand the attack. The Shaolin tradition is truly extraordinary!

However, there are still two more cuts!

"Second knife!"

Jiang Xuan spoke indifferently, his true energy and intent once again condensing on the blade, causing the void around the blade to tremble incessantly.

The Shaolin monks felt a chill run down their spines.

"Wait! Wait!"

Master Xinhu spoke urgently, saying, "I am convinced! Shaolin Temple is convinced! This humble monk is willing to accept your conditions, to close the mountain for ten years, and to offer up my Shaolin scriptures and land!"

This time, even Xin Jian and the other two remained silent, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, as they walked behind Xin Hu.

Originally there were seventy-two monks from the Arhat Hall, but after several rounds of arrow fire, less than half of them remain.

All four of them were heartbroken.

Faced with this situation, they had no choice but to back down.

Live on, there is still hope.

If he dies, the Shaolin Temple in Baoding will truly be finished!
"Now it's your turn to call the shots?" Jiang Xuan sneered, refusing to back down.

These monks are just shameless bastards; they really think they're not afraid of death.

They only know to bow their heads now that they've seen blood.

Do you really think he was joking?
"grown ups!"

A figure in white robes flashed out of the room, blocking the path of the Shaolin monks. He cupped his hands towards Jiang Xuan and said, "Shaolin was indeed at fault in this matter, but Shaolin has admitted its mistake and agreed to the three conditions proposed by you, sir. Please be lenient and show mercy!"

Jiang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Li Xunhuan, are you going to get involved in this matter too?"

(End of this chapter)