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This time, Lu Lianrong was very excited to be personally summoned by the leader of the Left Alliance. At their first meeting, he was impressed by the leader's demeanor and bearing. Lu Lianrong concluded that the leader of the Left Alliance was born to be a person of great talent and ambition, a leader among men.

The leader of the Left Alliance recounted to him the general situation of the martial arts world, the reasons for the rise and fall of various sects, and discussed the current predicament of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. He mentioned that the Five Mountains Sword Sect was now being suppressed by Shaolin and Wudang above, and had to face the mortal enemy of the Demonic Sect, and had reached a point where it had to change in order to survive.

Lu Lianrong was deeply impressed after hearing this and believed his words without a doubt. Just as the leader of the Left Alliance said, the Five Mountains Sword Sect had reached a critical point, a time for destruction and rebirth, and for the Five Mountains to unite as one.

To this day, he still remembers the earnest words of the Left Alliance Leader: "After the Five Mountains Alliance is merged, there will be no Hengshan Sect in the martial arts world, only the Hengshan Hall under my Five Mountains Sect. Master Mo is eccentric and indulges in music, and he is not good at recognizing the general trend. I'm afraid he will not be suitable to be the head of the Hengshan Hall."

"Junior Brother Lu, you are a humble person with a far-reaching reputation. You also understand the big picture and are good at grasping the overall situation. Our Five Mountains Sword Sect needs talents like you to grow and prosper. As long as Junior Brother Lu contributes to the merger of our Five Mountains Sect, your future will be limitless!"

Lu Lianrong was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several nights in a row. Whenever he thought of the phrase "the future is limitless", he would tremble with excitement.

Unfortunately, the leader of the Left Alliance has not made any major moves. He has only asked him to report regularly on the Hengshan Sect's every move. Recently, he has also asked him to pay close attention to Liu Zhengfeng and investigate who he is associating with.

This disappointed Lu Lianrong, who felt that his talents were wasted and his ambitions had nowhere to be expressed.

In the past two days, another disciple from the Huashan Sect has come to visit. I heard that he is very young, but he is exceptionally talented and has extremely high martial arts skills. In sparring matches, the disciples from Hengshan Sect have never won against him.

Lu Lianrong has always disliked people with good talent, and he looks down on the Huashan Sect even more. It's just a bunch of big cats and small cats, and its strength and number are at the bottom of the Five Mountains Sword Sects. It's amazing that it wasn't expelled from the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

Now, a very talented disciple from Mount Hua has come along, which naturally makes Lu Lianrong very jealous, uncomfortable, and even unbalanced.

He came along this time to teach this Huashan disciple a lesson and vent the anger he had been holding in for the past few months.

The kid's only bad luck is that he ran into Grandpa Lu in a bad mood!

As for the consequences, whether the Huashan Sect would hold him accountable or seek revenge, given their limited strength, how could Yue Buqun possibly take them seriously?

Whether he could defeat his opponent was not even on Lu Lianrong's radar. After all, he was a disciple of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, with decades of martial arts experience.

Even if the other party is exceptionally talented, at such an old age, how many years of training could they possibly have?

Grandpa Lu could take care of the other party with just one hand.

As Lu Lianrong drew closer, Li Mu narrowed his eyes, sensing that the newcomer was up to no good.

Lu Lianrong quickly approached, his bright yellow eyes scanning Li Mu up and down.

He said sarcastically, "You're just some junior from Mount Hua, nothing special at all."

Li Mu chuckled and said, "Who are you to spout such nonsense here?"

Lu Lianrong was furious. He pointed at Li Mu and said, "Kid, you've got guts. You don't even recognize me. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of Yue Buqun."

Li Mu feigned sudden realization.

"Oh, I remember now, aren't you the Golden-Eyed Crow that everyone in the martial arts world hates? I knew I hadn't gotten the nickname wrong."

"You think you can teach me a lesson on behalf of my master? You're not worthy!"

Lu Lianrong was instantly enraged, his face flushed red, and with a sway of his body, he struck Li Mu with a palm, creating gusts of wind.

Li Mu smiled faintly, watching the palm wind approach indifferently, and dodged it with a slight sway of his body.

Lu Lianrong let out a soft "Eh," clearly surprised that Li Mu had managed to dodge the palm strike. Just as he was about to attack again, he suddenly saw Li Mu's figure disappear. His heart tightened, and without hesitation, he assumed a defensive stance.

Li Mu appeared behind him, smiled coldly, and used Linghu Chong's signature move, "Wild Geese Descending on the Sand," kicking Lu Lianrong in the buttocks. Lu Lianrong screamed and flew into the bushes nearby.

A dozen seconds later, seeing Lu Lianrong trembling with anger, drawing his longsword and rushing over to fight desperately, Li Mu's eyes brightened slightly. He had sparred with the Hengshan disciples for several days and had gained a lot, but the Hengshan disciples' swordsmanship was still unsatisfactory, and there were not many that could catch his eye.

Lu Lianrong, who was standing in front of him, was, after all, a first-generation disciple who had practiced Hengshan swordsmanship for decades. Although he was not well-liked in Hengshan, he knew more than the second-generation disciples, such as "The Thirteen Forms of the Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions of Clouds and Mist" and "The Returning Wind and Falling Wild Goose Sword". Fighting him would not be a loss.

The Hengshan School of swordsmanship is known for its versatility, employing nine feints and one real strike to deceive the eye. In addition, Lu Lianrong's swordsmanship was quite good, allowing Li Mu to witness many sword techniques that he had not seen in the previous days.

But let's leave it at that!

With a sharp shout, Li Mu moved like the wind, his body shifting in an instant. With a clear sound, his longsword was drawn, and he charged forward, the blade slashing horizontally!

Seeing that his all-out attack had yielded no results, and that Li Mu had already drawn his sword and was clearly no longer holding back, Lu Lianrong was startled. He dared not be careless, and with a sideways movement of his body, he wielded his sword like the wind, barely managing to block the sword.

Li Mu moved with his sword, swift as a whirlwind, his sword momentum like the Yangtze River, surging upwards, unleashing his full power!

In an instant, swords flashed, swirling the branches and leaves, while in another, green leaves and fallen petals filled the sky, dancing in the air.

Lu Lianrong felt immense pressure instantly. Ignoring his pride, he struggled to defend himself while stammering, "Nephew...stop...I surrender...I surrender..."

Li Mu seemed not to hear, and when he heard Lu Lianrong still speaking, he couldn't help but chuckle coldly. With a clear shout, the power of his sword surged by three points, and he attacked like splashing ink.

Lu Lianrong was thrown into disarray. Every time he opened his mouth, he was interrupted and could not utter a single word. Helpless, he had no choice but to use all his martial arts skills, hoping not to suffer a crushing defeat.

Li Mu suddenly changed his sword style, switching from the Morning Sun Sword Style to the Iron Wire Sword Style.

The next moment, with a whooshing sound, the longsword sliced ​​through Lu Lianrong's body, and a cry of pain rang out. Before the sword move could be fully executed, Li Mu flicked his wrist, and the sword spun back from Lu Lianrong's other side in a semi-circle, causing another cry of pain.

Next, Li Mu unleashed a series of sword strikes, each faster than the last, while Lu Lianrong dodged and weaved, his cries echoing through the air.

Half a minute later, Li Mu suddenly sheathed his sword.

Although he avoided vital organs and suffered no fatal wounds, Lu Lianrong, whose body was covered in arc-shaped blood lines, had become a blood-soaked figure.

After a terrified scream, Lu Lianrong finally realized he was scared. He looked at Li Mu with a face full of fear and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Spare me, nephew... spare me! No... great hero, spare me!"

Li Mu said calmly, "Spare me... what would I do with your life!"

Lu Lianrong was stunned for a moment: "I kowtowed immediately. Yes, yes, the hero is right. I was wrong first and deserved it. My worthless life is not worthy of the hero's hands."

Li Mu chuckled twice and said, "Your mind is still quite sharp. Let me ask you, if someone asks you what happened to your injury, how should you answer?"

Lu Lianrong was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "It was...it was me...I accidentally injured myself while practicing martial arts..."

Li Mu asked, "Can practicing martial arts really injure you like this?"

Lu Lianrong quickly changed his tune, saying, "It was my foul mouth that offended a master, and I was taught a lesson by him."

Li Mu smiled and said, "So, you do know your mouth is stinky!"

Lu Lianrong hurriedly nodded and bowed, smiling obsequiously.

Li Mu said, "Very good, very good! It seems that Uncle-Master is not confused after all. In that case, I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he laughed and turned around, heading down the mountain without looking back.

Lu Lianrong was left sitting there, his face filled with terror.

After a short while, a sigh suddenly came from nearby. Li Mu was startled. Not far away, the mournful sound of a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument) rose. The music was desolate, like a sigh or a cry, desolate and distant, revealing a sense of sorrow.

He followed the sound of the zither for more than ten feet and saw a tall, thin old man sitting on a rock in front of him. His face was withered, and he was wearing a long blue cloth robe that had been washed until it was almost white. He looked very destitute.

I have heard that Master Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, known as "Xiaoxiang Night Rain," is tall and thin with a withered face. He likes to wear a long blue cloth robe and has a very disheveled appearance. He is so thin that he looks like a tuberculosis patient!

Moreover, he was a man of few words, appearing and disappearing without a trace. His erhu rendition of "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers" was so mournful and poignant that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it. He wielded a thin, narrow, sharp sword, employing the "Thirteen Styles of Hengshan Clouds and Mist," a technique so unpredictable and ever-changing that it was impossible to defend against. It was said that "the sword is hidden within the erhu, and the sword's sound originates from the erhu!"

Could this be Master Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Night Rain? After a moment's thought, Li Mu was certain that this person was indeed Master Mo Da. He stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Lin Pingzhi, a disciple of Mount Hua, greets Senior Uncle Mo!"

The old man suddenly looked up, his gaze sharpened, and a glint of light shot from his cloudy eyes. He sized up Li Mu a few times, rolled his eyes, and said, "Not bad, not bad, very good, very good..." Then he turned and left!

Li Mu was taken aback. This Master Mo was truly eccentric. He took out a letter from his pocket and quickly caught up, saying, "Uncle Mo, here is a letter from my master to you!"

Seeing that Master Mo had stopped, Li Mu handed over the letter. Master Mo took it, opened it immediately, and quickly glanced at it, saying, "Master Mo is lazy by nature. If you have any arrangements, you can just ask Junior Brother Zhao."

Li Mu said, "I have been staying at your sect for several days and will be taking my leave tomorrow, so I won't trouble you any further."

Mr. Mo said, "That's fine, that's fine..."

He suddenly sighed, "Alas... Lian Rong's actions have brought him this retribution, and he has no one to blame but himself!"

After saying that, he turned and left, and the song "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang" rang out in the mountains as his figure gradually disappeared into the distance!

Chapter 535 Banquet

Watching the figure disappear into the distance, it seemed that Mo Da knew about the matter of injuring Lu Lianrong, but clearly did not want to pursue it further.

Speaking of Mo Da, he's quite a strange person. He's probably the most unfathomable character in the entire Swordsman series.

Junior brother Liu Zhengfeng has houses, land, businesses, children, and a group of extremely loyal disciples, while Mo Da always appears to be all alone. It seems that he has no children, no businesses, and only a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument) for company.

Although he doesn't appear often in the book, he leaves a very deep impression.

The first time they met at a teahouse in Hengshan City, someone said that Liu Zhengfeng had retired from martial arts because of discord among his fellow disciples, a rather sarcastic remark. Mo Da was both indignant and too lazy to explain, so he used the Hengshan's signature move, "slicing seven teacups in half with one sword," and only then did everyone realize that this down-on-his-luck old man was none other than Mo Da, the renowned leader of the Hengshan sect.

In his second appearance, outside Hengshan City, in the desolate mountains, Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang finished playing "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" before their doom.

After Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand, killed Qu Feiyan, a faint sound of a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument) suddenly rang out. Mo Da silently approached, wielding both the huqin and the sword, and killed the enemy in one move. Fei Bin fell to the ground, and before he was even dead, he had already quietly disappeared.

Looking at his emaciated appearance and shabby clothes, Liu Zhengfeng, who usually looked down on his senior brother who was the sect leader, felt both ashamed and impressed by this sword strike.

Mo Da's third appearance is at a small inn near Xiakou, north of the Han River at Jimingdu. Rumors are circulating in the martial arts world that Linghu Chong and a group of nuns are doing something despicable, and everyone is wrongly accusing Linghu Chong of being immoral and associating with bandits, but Mo Da goes out to investigate on his own.

He saw Linghu Chong traveling a thousand miles with the Hengshan Sect disciples without doing anything out of line. He believed his own eyes and ignored the gossip of others.

He finally appeared at the tavern and drank with Linghu Chong. He praised Linghu Chong's character and personality highly, and they developed a mutual respect for each other.

The fourth time at Shaolin Temple, Ren Woxing fought a fierce battle with Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan, while Mo Da stood by and watched coldly!

The fifth time at the Fengchan Terrace on Mount Song, where the Five Sacred Mountains Sects united, he was first pressured by Zuo Lengchan's aggressive words, then intimidated by Yue Lingshan's swordsmanship. When he saw the most exquisite "one move encompassing an entire path" "Hengshan Five Divine Swords" of Hengshan, he was finally injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the stage. He said, "A tiger daughter from a military family, indeed extraordinary," and then stepped down, seemingly not too concerned about his defeat.

On his sixth visit to the cave on the Cliff of Contemplation in Mount Hua, he stood alone, his white hair disheveled, staring silently at the Hengshan martial arts manuals inscribed on the wall.

After being ambushed and surviving, he did not make a public appearance, but quietly left without a trace.

The last time was at Plum Manor on Gushan Mountain in Hangzhou, when Linghu Chong got married. Master Mo Da even congratulated him with the music of "Phoenix Seeking its Mate" on the zither, fulfilling his previous promise. "But the desolate and bleak feeling remained unchanged." "The music gradually faded away, and in the end, before the music ended, the music could no longer be heard."

His appearance alone shows that Mo Da is not a heroic figure; although he appears and disappears mysteriously, he is almost evasive.

He disdained to submit to Zuo Lengchan, yet he was unwilling to openly become an enemy. He could kill Fei Bin in the wilderness, but he couldn't help Liu Zhengfeng escape in public.