With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 101 Qingcheng Remnants: Senior Uncle Yue, Save Me!

The morning glow dispels the lingering mist, and birds take flight together.

The night fog had dissipated, and fiery rays of sunlight bathed Hengyang. On the rooftop, Li Che faced east, his eyes gradually narrowing into slits as the sun climbed higher.

The morning glow is too intense; it's not advisable to go out.

But he had no choice but to go out. Presumably, the Liu family mansion was already open to guests by this time, as today was the day Liu Zhengfeng "washed his hands of the business"!

Li Che's gaze swept northwards, where he could vaguely see the peak of Shigu Mountain. He thought to himself, "It's definitely not a good time to go out!"

Three women were gathered under the shade of a tree in the courtyard.

Qu Feiyan yawned unexpectedly, her dimples appearing on her cheeks, and then she smacked her lips, as if savoring the steamed rice cake she had just eaten.

I suddenly have a strong urge to go to Mount Hua.

The three women have gotten along extremely well these past few days, so well that they directly invited Qu Feiyan, that mischievous girl, to sleep in the same bed with them.

As for the steamed rice cake, it was Lin Zhennan who specifically instructed that it be prepared because he was worried that the Huashan disciples wouldn't be used to southern food. However, this little devil ended up eating until her belly was round and full.

"Sister-in-law, does Brother Li practice his martial arts this early every day?"

The two women didn't know who she was calling. Yue Lingshan answered first, "No, he usually goes to Chaoyang Peak to practice before dawn, but he's already finished practicing now."

Qu Feiyan's eyes widened. "Is it like this every day?"

"No way." The mischievous girl, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, heard her laugh again: "I slept with her for two days."

As soon as the words left her mouth, both Yue and Huo blushed.

Coincidentally, Mr. Li lost two days of sunshine but gained some gentleness; it's a fair trade-off.

Qu Feiyan stared blankly at the figure on the rooftop, thinking to herself, "No wonder he is so young yet has such superb martial arts skills; his perseverance is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Senior Brother—!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Pingzhi rushed into the courtyard. "It just so happens that my two senior sisters are here too. Master and Mistress want us to go to the front hall; we're going to the Liu residence."

"Sister-in-law, Feifei will go with you."

Lin Pingzhi: "???"

you?

Another aunt?

Lin Pingzhi, who was still lost in thought, suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. "Have your Senior Brother Linghu and Senior Brother Lu set off yet?"

Lin Pingzhi leaned forward and whispered, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I went to the Liu residence last night. However, Master instructed me that we should not move unless the enemy moves, so as not to ruin Uncle Liu's important plans."

Li Che nodded silently. He couldn't hide the matter of the Songshan Sect from his father, Yue Fei, and had already explained it to him a few days ago.

This includes the matter of adding the sword manual to Mo Da.

Having already mastered the Dugu Nine Swords through his own hand at Mount Hua, Old Yue didn't care much about the Five Sacred Mountains sword techniques, as he was originally planning to return them at an opportune time.

It would be wonderful if we could gain the tremendous support of Hengshan.

Furthermore, he is currently busy cultivating his character and is too lazy to deal with these trivial matters.

Old Yue's demeanor is no longer what it used to be.

In less than half a month, people of the righteous path, or those who claimed to be righteous figures from the martial arts world, gathered in Hengyang City.

Men with swords at their waists often walk along the streets, adding a touch of fierceness and menacing to this quiet and desolate place.

The group of ten from the Huashan Sect left the escort agency and headed south.

Just as they walked past two side streets, they heard a loud shout.

"Could it be that Master Yue, the Gentleman Swordsman of Mount Hua, is in person?"

The voices were rough and powerful, and the five or six people were all dressed in brown tight-fitting clothes, but the weapons at their waists were a pair of iron gauntlets.

The man leading the group was about seventy years old, with gray hair, but he was quite robust. Before he even reached him, he clasped his hands in greeting and said, "I have long admired you. I am Xia Zhou from the Liuhe Sect in Zhengzhou. I have heard that Mr. Yue has arrived in Hengyang. I wish to pay my respects, but I am afraid of disturbing your peaceful cultivation."

Today I am finally able to see your esteemed face.

Old Yue looked slightly taken aback. The Zhengzhou Liuhemen was a well-known force in the area, but the two factions had never crossed paths before. Why was he being so polite?

"Brother Xia, you're too kind. The Six Harmonies Sect is renowned throughout the Central Plains, and I, Yue, have always admired it." Old Yue said with a humble demeanor and refined manner, cupping his hands in a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhou's old face beamed with joy. He waved his hands repeatedly, apologizing that he dared not accept such a thing, and then instructed the disciples behind him to bow to him one by one.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, it was learned that the Six Harmonies Sect and the Golden Knife Wang Family had always been on good terms, and that the story of Old Yue's assistance to the Lin Family from afar had already spread throughout the martial arts world.

Facing a horde of bandits alone, he remained fearless, and the reputation of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword had already spread far and wide.

However, Lao Yue has been holed up in Mount Hua "teaching his disciples" for the past six months and has paid little attention to matters of the martial world.

Xia Zhou had a loud voice, and in no time, a large crowd had gathered on the road.

Qujiang Eryou, Yuzhong Sanying, Shannan Wenxian, Songwen Daoren, and even the Beggar Clan leader Xie Fengjing came to join the fun.

People either exchanged a few pleasantries to become acquainted, hinted at their admiration, or flattered them.

Old Yue remained expressionless, his clasped hands not loosening for a long time.

He thought to himself, "What's going on? I didn't see such hospitality when I came down the mountain last time. I've been working hard to manage Huashan for the past few months, so how come I've suddenly become so famous?"

By the way, how long ago was it when you last came down from Mount Hua...?

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

"You're too kind."

"You flatter me, you flatter me!"

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In his interactions with others, Lao Yue was always tactful and gentlemanly, giving everyone face.

Occasionally, when someone praises a "bad disciple," after declining the praise, the disciple will sternly admonish the disciple, saying things like "do not be arrogant," "you must strive to improve yourself," and "being impetuous is a major taboo in martial arts."

The disciples nodded in agreement, further highlighting the strictness of the teacher...

Only then did Li Che realize that the Beggar Clan member who died at Xianxia Ridge was actually the deputy leader, Zhang Jin'ao.

He should have been the one attending Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony, so it's no wonder that Jie Feng is here.

With just a few words, this fellow completely absolved himself of the matter of stealing the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, claiming it was merely Zhang Jin'ao's greed and personal act, and that he had been expelled from the Beggars' Sect, etc.

He faced his father-in-law, but spoke to everyone else.

"Uncle Yue—!!!"

A shout came from outside the crowd, and everyone who was chatting happily turned to look.

The five people, dressed in tattered white clothes with holes in them, their heads wrapped in white cloth and their feet in straw sandals without ears, all wore mournful faces. Only the person at the front carried a sword, the scabbard of which was nowhere to be found.

Qingcheng disciples?

Why aren't they all dead yet?!

Judging from the accent alone, most people had already guessed the newcomer's identity and instinctively made way for him.

"Thump—!"

The visitor knelt and kowtowed, his appearance truly pitiful.

Old Yue glanced at him and realized that this was the Qingcheng disciple who had delivered the message to Mount Hua last time.

"Gentlemen, what is this...?"

"Uncle Yue—! The Qingcheng Sect... is finished!"

This matter... is known to everyone; there are many who laugh at it, but few who sigh in sympathy.

Before the words were even finished, several people began to sob, stammering as they recounted the tragic scene in Qingcheng.

It turns out that after Yu Canghai and many core disciples died, the Qingcheng Sect was essentially left with nothing but a naked concubine.

When the news reached Xichuan, the mountain bandits and villains were immediately in an uproar.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is too far away, but the Pine Breeze Sword Technique is closer. The profound heritage of Qingcheng is truly tempting in the eyes of these people.

From then on, Songfeng Temple was attacked by bandits every night and robbed every day, and it was almost destroyed.

The Qingcheng disciples went to Mount Song to seek help, and the Left Alliance Leader generously gave them plenty of money, but never showed up again afterward.

Rumors had already circulated in the martial arts world that Qingcheng and Songshan were colluding to seize the family martial arts secrets of a small escort agency. At such a critical juncture, how could the prestige of the Five Mountains Alliance leader be lost again?

The few remaining Qingcheng disciples, like terrified ghosts, wandered aimlessly for several months.

Finally, he remembered that his grandmaster Changqingzi had a very close relationship with the previous leader of the Huashan Sect.

The man kneeling in front of him was named Peng Renqi. This thief was clever and chose the right time.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Old Yue, waiting to see how Gentleman Sword would handle the matter.

Li Che felt a surge of resentment. "A coup, is that it?"

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and said, "Master, my fellow disciples are indeed pitiful. Why don't we take care of them for now?"

Uncle Liu's retirement from the martial arts world cannot be delayed.

We'll discuss how the Qingcheng Sect will fuss about it later.

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