Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 142 Naruyan VS Sasping!

"drive!!!"

After a quick disguise, Yelü Qi, no longer the noble young master he once was, grabbed the reins, glanced back at his sister Yelü Yan standing with Yue Que and Xiaolongnu, then flicked the reins and, carrying the letter of introduction given to him by his martial uncle, spurred his horse southward at full speed.

Yelü Yan watched her second brother's figure disappear into the end of the road before turning her gaze away, her expression softening.

Although I don't know what my second brother will encounter, I hope he has a safe journey.

Seeing that Yelü Yan seemed to be in low spirits, just as Yue Que was deciding whether he should try to comfort her again, Yelü Yan perked up again and turned around to ask a strange question: "Little Daoist, why does your martial uncle call you Que'er?"

After Yelü Yan made the decision to "become a hostage", Xiaolongnu accepted the disciple on behalf of her senior sister, and the level of trust between the two parties increased.

After all, there is only one group of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan in the world, and only one Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e.

Only the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are known for their unwavering commitment to keeping their word.

Even though Yelü Yan has only recently been accepted as a disciple by Xiaolongnu on behalf of her senior sister, she still doesn't know Yue Que's name.

Upon realizing this, Yelü Yan thought to herself that the young Taoist priest was truly amazing. After all this casual conversation and back-and-forth, her brother still didn't know the young Taoist priest's name.

I just don't know when Er Dui will realize this.

It was as if it was subconsciously ignored.

"Que'er?" Yue Que was taken aback, not understanding why. It was normal for Long'er to call him that.

Seeing this, Yelü Yan stretched out her hands and made a bird-wing-spreading motion, repeating, "Sparrow!"

"Forehead----"

Yue Que finally realized what was going on and said with a wry smile, "My name is Yue Que, the 'que' in 'the moon has its phases of waxing and waning.' After you join the Red Serpent Fairy's sect, you should call me Senior Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Yan's eyes lit up. She first bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Yue Que!"

"Greetings, Junior Sister!"

Yue Que returned the greeting. In such a short time, he had already met three junior sisters.

Seeing this, Yelü Yan looked at her martial uncle, then at Yue Que, and suddenly burst into laughter, her eyes turning into two crescent moons, her childishness tinged with a touch of allure.

She was even blushing while secretly peeking at her senior brother, and even after being discovered by Xiaolongnu, she still stood up straight, looking proud.

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Xiaolongnu found this newly accepted junior disciple quite strange, but she had to admit that Yelü Yan's temperament was the most boyish among all the women.

Yelü Yan would never admit that after discovering the relationship between her senior brother and her uncle, she immediately forgot about the "uncle" her second brother had mentioned. Yelü Yan now only had one thought in mind.

What is this?

This is a tradition of the Ancient Tomb School!

If my uncle can go, then I can go too.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up in Yelü Yan's chest, and he felt as if he had transformed into Emperor Wu of Han, exuding extraordinary heroism.

Compared to this, Yue Que was taken aback by Yelü Yan's sudden example. This "Que'er" sounded very similar to "Que'er." Although it wouldn't raise eyebrows in this era, it was different for Yue Que.

It would have been better if it hadn't been brought up, but the fact that it was made Yue Que feel very strange.

Looking at Xiaolongnu, Yue Que thought to himself that he never imagined he would feel there was something wrong with his name.

That's it.

Anyway, only Long'er can call him that now, so let's just treat it as a bit of fun between the two of them.

After putting that thought aside, Yue Que heard Xiaolongnu introducing Yelü Yan to her disciples: "Nephew, now that I have accepted you into my sect on behalf of my senior sister, I must tell you about the current composition of our sect."

"You have two senior brothers and four senior sisters like you!"

"What?" Yelü Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Four senior sisters?"

Another senior brother, Yelü Yan, knew that it was probably Yang Guo, the son-in-law of Guo Jing, the great hero whom his second brother had visited.

That's not the important question. What's important is that she just heard that she actually has four senior sisters!

Especially since there were four of them just like her, it immediately triggered a reaction in her.

Oh no!

Based on this calculation, there must be at least four competitors.

At that moment, she realized that she might have underestimated this senior martial uncle.

This junior disciple has courage, ideas, and even methods, but you chose the wrong opponent from the start. If you want to get in front of her, Little Dragon Girl, there won't be four, but five blocking your way.

A day later, Yue Que and Xiaolongnu brought Yelü Yan to the place where they met up with their master and the others.

A Taoist temple built by the Quanzhen School.

Along the way, Yelü Yan witnessed firsthand the affectionate and intimate behavior between her senior brother and junior uncle, which chilled her once burning heart to the bone.

She felt that her martial uncle had done it on purpose.

This is the mastermind Yelü Yan formally encountered while traveling after her family suffered a sudden and devastating loss.

Where had she, the daughter of a prime minister, ever seen anything like this before?

It's worth noting that her family is descended from the Liao Dynasty's royal family, and she has even served in the upper echelons of Mongolia for many years. Such unbridled behavior is quite rare.

At least Yelü Yan had never met her.

soon.

Just as Yelü Yan was muttering to herself, the sound of a zither and a flute suddenly came from her ears.

"Um?

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Yelü Yan was startled by the commotion, then quickly realized, "Someone wants to sing?"

and many more.

A clear female voice is singing Liu Sanbian's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

spit!

Yelü Yan subconsciously pursed her lips, showing little interest in the matter.

On the contrary, she felt that the woman who sang the lyrics had poor taste.

Seeing the direction Yue Que and Xiao Longnv were leading, she knew that the people singing, playing the zither, and playing the flute were probably her four senior sisters.

This likely gave Yelü Yan a corresponding reference point for the Ancient Tomb School's image.

This is a wonderful sect that excels in singing and dancing.

Yue Que listened to the song echoing in his ears, savored it carefully, and then commented, "It's still far inferior to my senior master's."

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The one who sang the lyrics was not Li Mochou, the Red-Lian Fairy, but Wanyan Ping.

It must be said that the Jin royal family had a deep love for Liu Yong's poems, and even Wanyan Ping, who was an orphan, was no exception.

The five of them, including their senior sister, seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. With Gongsun Lü'e acting as a mediator, they truly felt like they were on a spring outing.

As I pushed open the door and entered, the lyrics had just finished being sung.

Yue Que saw that the person speaking in the center of the open space was Wanyan Ping, the person playing the zither was Gongsun Lü'e, and the person playing the flute was his senior master Li Mochou.

Hong Lingbo danced with two swords, seemingly trying to recreate Gongsun's talent, while Lu Wushuang shook the golden bell and silver rope.

Everyone had something to do, and they cooperated very well.

"Yelü Yan!"

Just as Wanyan Ping was about to greet someone after she had finished speaking, she saw Yelü Yan, a woman she disliked.

Upon entering the Taoist temple, Yelü Yan immediately saw Wanyan Ping, so much so that she subconsciously ignored the other women beside her. When Wanyan Ping called her name, Yelü Yan shouted out loudly, "Wanyan Ping!"

"Yelü Yan!!"

"Wanyan Ping!!"

"Yelü Yan!!!"

"Wanyan Ping!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, it was truly a case of acquaintances meeting and their eyes turning extremely hostile. Two figures burst forth from the air, raising their hands to attack each other.

One person used Iron Palm Kung Fu, and the other used Empty Fist.

The young or female version of Qiu Qianren and Zhou Botong immediately started fighting.

Fist and palm collided, and the sound of thuds echoed continuously.

Unfortunately, both of them were only half-baked. Wanyan Ping had only been learning Iron Palm Kung Fu for a few days; Yelü Yan had learned Kongming Fist from her second brother, but she was not good at it either. Yue Que had taught her a few moves in the past two days, but she still mainly used a knife.

Just like Wanyan Ping, who also wielded a knife.

After exchanging only a dozen or so blows, neither woman could gain the upper hand, so they each drew their weapons.

One person used a single-edged sword, and the other used a lancet.

The two men, without changing their expressions, began to chop at each other, their blows sending sparks flying, each strike aimed at the other's vital points.

One was a descendant of the Jin dynasty royal family, and the other was a descendant of the Liao dynasty royal family.

For the sake of their respective identities, Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan, without changing their expressions, each dragged their swords and slashed at the other's neck, their ruthless eyes showing no sign of fear.

"rude!"

The moment Yelü Yan stepped in, Fairy Chilian knew that he would be her little disciple. Given the actions of Yue Que and Xiaolongnu, they might have already taken on a disciple on her behalf.

In Li Mochou's view at that moment, it was a battle between her senior sister and junior sister.

With a deliberately ugly expression, he flicked his Taoist robe, unleashed a burst of energy, and swung out a whisk, striking directly at the weapons in the hands of the two women.

With a loud bang, the single-edged sword and the willow-leaf blade were sent flying, and the two women spun 1800 degrees in the air before crashing to the ground side by side like two spinning tops, causing them to groan in pain.

"Oh!"

Lu Wushuang handed the golden bell and silver rope to his junior sister Gongsun Lüe and began to play with the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, showing great disdain for the performance of his two new junior sisters.

In this exchange, she was able to discern the skill levels of Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan.

She suddenly felt that this lowered the standard of the ancient tomb.

She originally thought she was bad enough, but she never expected that there were people like Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan in the world.

Even when her junior sister Gongsun Lü'e entered the sect, her level was no worse than her own.

But now it seems that Lu Wushuang suddenly realized that her aptitude was actually quite good. She was just not as good as her two senior brothers, nor as good as Li Mochou and her fellow disciples, Xiaolongnu.

Seeing that the two women were still caught up in the moment and were struggling to get up to reach for their weapons to fight each other, Lu Wushuang chuckled and threw the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in his hand between the two of them.

Bang!

A loud bang.

The heavy iron sword slammed into the two blades, startling both women.

Coming to her senses, Wanyan Ping immediately knelt down properly and said to her master, Li Mochou, "Master, I was rude just now."

Master?

Yelü Yan, who had also come to her senses, turned her head and saw a stunningly beautiful Taoist nun in a green robe standing there with a whisk in her hand.

With a change in expression, Yelü Yan immediately knelt down on both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times, performing the grand ceremony of becoming a disciple, and said:

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Disciple Yelü Yan pays respects to Master!

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Upon hearing this, Wanyan Ping turned around sharply and looked at Yelü Yan.

What does that mean?

Junior sister?

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