Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

There is more than one person in this world who knows how to use Li Xunhuan's flying dagger.

Bai Xiaosheng only learned of this when he died.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Two new graves have been added to the back hill, and Master Xinhu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, is chanting sutras for them.

Two extremely wicked people, one of whom was a traitor to Shaolin Temple, should not have been spared even by being ground to dust. Why were they buried in Songshan?

The reason was that one of the two people who died was Master Xinhu's most beloved junior brother, and the other was his only true friend in this life.

He didn't want to see the two men lying dead in the wilderness.

Jiang Fengyue and Li Xunhuan also left via the path behind the mountain, and Master Xinmei and Master Xinshu escorted them down the mountain.

Master Xinmei was very reluctant to let Jiang Fengyue go. If Jiang Fengyue had been a step slower, Master Xinmei and Master Xinshu might have persuaded him to shave his head and become a monk.

Fewer and fewer people are becoming monks or nuns; there is a generational gap between this generation and the next.

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "That's enough for now. You don't need to go to such lengths. I'll come back to Shaolin again in a few days."

Master Xinmei was overjoyed and said, "Has the benefactor come to a change of heart? Does he intend to sever all worldly ties and then return to Shaolin to become a monk?"

Jiang Fengyue shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "Master is thinking too much. If I come again, it's only to return a few scriptures."

Master Xinshu asked with delight, "Does the benefactor know where those lost scriptures are?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "Naturally, it's in the hands of that Plum Blossom Thief."

Master Xinmei asked, "Are you confident you can retrieve it?"

Jiang Fengyue nodded.

Master Xinmei smiled and said, "Then this old monk will wait here for your good news."

After descending the mountain and arriving at a nearby town, Jiang Fengyue indulged in a large meal of wine and meat before finally hiring a carriage for the return journey.

Inside the carriage, Li Xunhuan couldn't help but ask, "You already know who the Plum Blossom Bandit is?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "The Plum Blossom Thief of today is not the same as the Plum Blossom Thief of thirty years ago. They are just using this name to wreak havoc on the martial arts world."

Li Xunhuan murmured, "But how could someone like Bai Xiaosheng willingly work for the Plum Blossom Bandit?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled slightly and said, "It's because the Plum Blossom Thief is a woman of unparalleled beauty and charm."

He continued, "Beauty can bewitch people. Bai Xiaosheng has been in Shaolin Temple for so many years, but he is neither a monk nor does he observe vegetarianism or chant Buddhist scriptures. If a stunningly beautiful woman were to beckon him, wouldn't she steal his soul?"

Li Xunhuan exclaimed, "You mean...?"

After Long Xiaoyun fled and disappeared, Xingyun Manor became deserted. The martial arts heroes who came for Lin Xian'er left after realizing it was no fun.

The dozens of servants who once lived in the Dragon Mansion also scattered like birds and beasts.

The gates of Xingyun Manor were wide open, and Jiang Fengyue and Li Xunhuan slowly walked in.

In Xingyun Manor, only one place was lit up: the lonely plum grove, where a solitary lamp shone.

That is Li Xunhuan's former residence.

Cold Fragrance Abode.

Could it be that Lin Shiyin and Lin Xian'er really have such a good sisterly relationship that Lin Xian'er is unwilling to leave even after Xinglong Manor has declined so much?

Jiang Fengyue and Li Xunhuan exchanged a glance and quietly walked up.

A person whose martial arts skills have reached a certain level can walk in a way that is difficult for others to detect.

So even when Jiang Fengyue and Li Xunhuan stood in front of Lin Xian'er's door, Lin Xian'er would never have noticed that anyone was outside.

What she didn't expect was that someone would neither knock nor push the door open, but instead use a sword to cleave open the door and enter her room.

When Jiang Fengyue walked in, Lin Xian'er didn't even have time to close the scripture in her hand.

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "Miss Lin, what book has you reading so intently?"

He slowly approached with his sword in hand, and Lin Xian'er was so frightened that she dared not move.

Jiang Fengyue slowly said, "Oh, so you were reading Shaolin scriptures."

Lin Xian'er's body trembled. In front of Jiang Fengyue, she couldn't even pretend to be gentle. She could only say in a trembling voice, "I beg you, I can return all the Shaolin scriptures, I just beg you to let me go..."

Jiang Fengyue shook his head and sighed, "Even if I kill you, the scriptures can still return to Shaolin Temple. If I don't kill you, I don't know how much more trouble you will cause this martial arts world."

Lin Xian'er shouted, "I can pay to buy my life!"

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "What price can you afford?"

Lin Xian'er spoke very quickly, as she was afraid that Jiang Fengyue would take her life at any moment.

She hurriedly said, "I am very rich, I have so much money that I can't even count it all. Anyone who gets my wealth will be overjoyed."

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "Even if I kill you, your money will still be mine."

Lin Xian'er shouted, "You don't even know where I keep my money!"

Jiang Fengyue knew.

So he ignored Lin Xian'er's calls.

His sword was already raised high, and Lin Xian'er was so frightened that she fell off the chair. She scrambled to her feet, trying to escape.

But standing at the door was also Li Xunhuan.

Jiang Fengyue swung his sword, almost leaving a bloody mark on Lin Xian'er's throat.

Just then, someone rushed in, shouting, "No!"

The man's sword was also swift, managing to block the sword strike for Lin Xian'er.

The newcomer was a boy, a boy like a lone wild beast.

The sword he held in his hand was also a very strange one, a very thin and light sword, with even the hilt made of the lightest cork.

At least before him, no one had ever used such a sword.

His sword didn't even have a hilt, because when he thrust his sword out, no one could cut his hand.

Jiang Fengyue stared at him coldly, her indifferent expression carrying a hint of disappointment and pity.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Xian'er broke through the window and escaped. Her will to survive had surpassed her instincts. Strangely, neither Li Xunhuan nor Jiang Fengyue chased after her.

Li Xunhuan's brows were furrowed; he cared more about the young man before him than about chasing after Lin Xian'er.

Jiang Fengyue, however, was blocked in her way by the young man.

The boy knelt down and said, "I know doing this will be unfair to you, but I beg you, please don't kill her."

Jiang Fengyue said coldly, "Afei, have you forgotten what I told you?"

The boy who saved Lin Xian'er was A Fei, which is why Li Xunhuan didn't intervene. However, A Fei's actions also left Jiang Fengyue utterly disappointed.

Afei said, "You told me not to get to know a woman named Lin Xian'er."

Jiang Fengyue asked, "Why...?"

Ah Fei laughed bitterly, "When I met her, her name wasn't Lin Xian'er."

He slowly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and said, "By the time I realized she was Lin Xian'er, it was too late."

Jiang Fengyue closed her eyes and shook her head repeatedly. Was the fate of this young man in front of her destined to be inseparable from that woman named Lin Xian'er?

Is it possible that A-Fei is destined to overcome the tribulation of Lin Xian'er in order to grow?

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "So you fell deeply in love with her, didn't you?"

Ah Fei nodded, his face contorted in pain, his fists clenched, and his mouth tightly shut.

Jiang Fengyue sat down on the largest chair in Lengxiang Xiaozhu, her right hand supporting her forehead.

He said coldly, "Go, go find your Lin Xian'er, but you need to understand one thing: I will never let her go just because you beg for mercy. The person you've fallen in love with will die by my sword sooner or later."

He also wanted to kill Lin Xian'er, the sacred figure in A Fei's heart.

Ah Fei is gone; he left with his body but not with his sword.

His sword may remain here for a long time, or it may remain here forever.

Does a discarded sword feel sad?

The sword feels no sadness, for a cold sword is devoid of any emotion.

How can a sword devoid of emotion be used to save a loved one?

The sword is merciless! But people are full of emotions!