Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 109 An Unexpected Encounter with an Acquaintance

Gongye Qian continued, "Miss Biao is right about one thing: if Madam were alive, she wouldn't want to see you so dejected, young master."

"The Zoroastrian sect's assassination of the prefect in Xuzhou has angered the Song emperor. News came from Fujian a few days ago that they had another fight with the Beggars' Sect and the Penglai gang."

"Both groups suffered heavy losses. Zhen Quan, Du Lingzi, and Tian Hongxu were all killed. Everyone in the martial arts world was on edge, and the Zoroastrian sect's actions were becoming more and more frequent."

"This is a perfect opportunity for us to secretly win people's hearts, young master, please take care of yourself!"

Murong Fu knelt on the ground and uttered a soft "hmm".

After being disturbed by Li Qingluo and having Gongye Qian divert his attention, his grief dissipated somewhat.

When the topic turned to the destruction of Dayunming Temple, Deng Baichuan couldn't help but gossip.

"I had heard that the Beggars' Sect's new young leader was exceptionally taught the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms by Wang Jiantong. It seems that he is grooming the next leader of the Beggars' Sect."

"In the battle of Quanzhou, Hao Yingzong was at a disadvantage in his fight with him, which shows that the rumors in the martial arts world are true and that he is a person with exceptional talent."

Gongye Qian nodded slightly: "Speaking of talent, the young man who killed dozens of people from Penglai last year, fought Du Lingzi alone, and wiped out the Tianyi Gang is said to be only sixteen years old. He is not someone to be underestimated."

"The martial arts world is teeming with talented individuals!"

Upon hearing this, the two little girls, Azhu and Abi, also showed great curiosity on their small faces.

In their minds, the young master was the most powerful.

I never imagined that there would be a young man in the world who was no less talented than my own son.

Bao Butong laughed: "Not at all! When it comes to young heroes of the martial world, only our young master deserves to be number one."

"I don't believe the rumors in the martial arts world, unless the two of them fight a master of the Demonic Sect right in front of me."

Feng Bo'e, who was on the other side, also brightened up when he heard about the fight.

"Brother Bao is absolutely right. We don't need them to fight those so-called demonic sect masters. As long as they can defeat me, Feng Bo'e, I will admire them."

Deng Baichuan frowned.

"Third and fourth brothers, I'm not praising them. What I mean is, since that young man was able to escape from Dulingzi's nose, he must have some skill. If we run into him, we can try to win him over."

At this point, Murong Fu also became interested. Suppressing his emotions, he took the initiative to speak: "How did Brother Deng know he would submit to the Murong family?"

Deng Baichuan said, "He's being hunted down by Penglai. If he wants to stay in the Song Dynasty, he has no choice but to seek protection. In the entire martial arts world, how many people are willing to offend Penglai for his sake?"

"Unless he is willing to live in anonymity for the rest of his life."

"Who wouldn't want to make a name for themselves in the martial arts world at the age of sixteen? It's only a matter of time before they reappear."

Feng Bo'e touched his nose and chuckled, "Brother Deng is right, but the Murong family isn't a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter. Like I said, if you really run into them, beat me first."

Bao Butong continued, "Not at all! Fourth Brother, let alone the young master, even you, this 'gust of wind from Jiangnan,' would have a hard time getting past him."

"Brothers, don't think too far ahead. The last time that kid appeared was in Jingzhao. He's in the west, and we're in the south, a great distance away. We don't even know where he is now. How could we possibly run into him?"

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Gongye Qian looked helpless.

The third and fourth brothers are good in every way, except one is argumentative and the other is aggressive and ruthless.

After leaving Wenzhou, Gao Yuan continued by land, and from Muzhou came Hangzhou.

North of Muzhou, there are mountain paths.

The citrus and cedar forests stretch for miles, sparsely populated, and occasionally frequented by large insects.

The fierce wind under the sunset rustled the leaves, like the waves of Donghu Lake in Muzhou surging and crashing against the cedar forest.

Not long after.

"what!"

A loud scream rang out as a burly man was kicked off a cliff, his agonizing howl echoing through the valley.

"You stinking monk, you're asking for it!"

The man who spoke had a rough face and dark skin. He was shirtless and had a wolf's head tattooed on his bare chest. As he spoke, he exerted his strength, his arm muscles bulged, and the wind from his blade howled, stirring up fallen leaves on the ground, like a roaring evil dragon.

Behind the man were dozens of men, each exuding a fierce and murderous aura, their knives and axes stained with blood.

At this moment, the leader was furious and did not call for help; they lined up and watched.

There were seven or eight corpses on the ground opposite, and four or five people were gathered together, protecting the person lying on the ground.

The person's lips were purple, clearly indicating they had been poisoned.

A monk is treating the man's poison.

The man exchanging blows with the bandit leader was a young man in his early twenties, with an upright and heroic appearance. The spear in his hand sparkled with each strike, suggesting he had a military background.

Both were very strong, and for a time they were deadlocked.

"Fourth Brother, Thirteenth Brother is dying!"

The monk's voice carried a hint of urgency.

Upon hearing this, the young man's steel spear moved like a python turning over, trembling and quivering as his inner energy spread along the shaft, sometimes pointing and sometimes sweeping.

He thrust his spear forward, intending to pierce the heart, but unexpectedly, the person opposite him, in the midst of the chaos, deftly raised their broadsword.

"clang!"

The spear tip struck the blade of his broadsword precisely, without missing a beat.

The force of the charge, like a thunderbolt, combined with the youth's fierce inner energy, poured directly into the gun, forcing the bandit leader back ten steps.

"No wonder he dared to kill a disciple; he certainly has some skill."

The bandit leader jumped back, rubbed his chest with his palm, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood, his face showing a bloodthirsty look.

Upon seeing this, the henchmen let out a series of sinister laughs.

The young man also stepped back, gently pressed his qi on the heart meridian of the poisoned person seven or eight times, and then took a long breath.

After expending his internal energy, the poisoned person's breathing gradually stabilized.

But everyone's expression changed.

The burly man brandished his knife, and the bandits all did the same.

Dozens of fierce bandits were brought down at once.

The young man stared at the tattooed wolf-faced man opposite him: "Are you Meng Wei, the Greatsword Master?"

The bandit leader was taken aback: "You know so-and-so?"

"The Five Tyrants of Luoyang were infamous; how could anyone not know them?"

Upon hearing the words "infamous," Meng Wei felt no shame, but rather pride.

He gave a cruel smile: "You have some knowledge, but treating his poison in front of me, damaging your energy and strength, isn't that too stupid?"

The young man frowned: "Who hired you to deal with us?"

Meng Wei brandished his broadsword: "Haha! What do you mean by 'invited'? That brat killed a disciple at Beigu Mountain, who else should we go after if not you?"

"Stop pretending. You, Meng Wei, have countless disciples. He Quanshe is not even a closed-door disciple. Who doesn't know how heartless you Five Tyrants of Luoyang are? Would you really travel over mountains and rivers to Muzhou for an ordinary disciple?"

"It's nothing more than using a name to cover up their actions."

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"Moreover, He Quanshe defiled the reputation of a respectable woman in Hanzhen. Such a despicable person deserves to be punished!"

"Hehe! Who said we're heartless? We've come here to take revenge, it's all out of loyalty, haha."

The bandit leader glanced sideways at the young man, waiting for him to show signs of fatigue before slashing him with his knife.

He had seen through their scheme and knew he couldn't let them escape.

"Brother Wang, if there's a chance, please take Brother Thirteen away with you."

"Let's stop them."

The monk twirled his staff, about to counterattack.

Suddenly, "Ah!"

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A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the mountains as a bandit, spitting blood, flew through the air like a kite.

It slammed into the tree trunk with a thud, its clothes caught on a branch and hanging precariously in mid-air, still struggling and making grunting noises.

Before anyone could turn around, a second scream rang out.

One sound after another, a total of fourteen, all of them resembling human flesh hanging from fruit.

In a short period of time, dozens of bandits were all hanging crookedly from the trees, looking from a distance like a string of fish waiting to be dried.

The monks stared wide-eyed.

Even the young people showed surprise.

On the mountain path, a young man dressed in white, carrying a sword and with a gourd hanging from his waist, was leisurely drinking and climbing the mountain.

Anyone who touches him is evaded by his skillful movements, grabbed by the back of the neck, and thrown into the air.

The movements were too blurry to see clearly.

Meng Wei's smile froze as he looked at the cliff and then at the boy.

A tremendous crisis suddenly struck.