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

Chapter 109 Finding a Helper Forced to Comprehend Sword

The following day at noon, in a private room at Huiyan Tower in Hengyang.

An old man and a young man sat facing each other at the table. They hadn't touched the food, but had already downed several cups of wine.

Her hair was still messy, and her clothes were still gray. The only difference was that her eyes were less sorrowful than when she was in Luoyang, but more cheerful.

"Since our parting in Luoyang, Young Hero Li's demeanor has surpassed even that of the past, a cause for celebration. His words from that day still resonate in my ears; Young Hero Li is truly a man of his word."

Qu respectfully greets you!

Li Che smiled and said, "Consider it compensation for destroying your Jiao Wei Qin."

"Ha! This zither must be quite valuable. A broken zither was exchanged for the lives of Brother Liu's entire family. This zither should indeed be destroyed."

"That sounds pleasant, but now, this 'Brother Liu' truly comes from the heart, and I, Li, can also sincerely call you Senior Qu."

"Ha ha-!

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"happy!"

The two drank three cups, looked at each other, and smiled.

Li Che said half-jokingly, "Inviting you here today, senior, won't it interfere with composing music with Uncle Liu? That would be a sin."

"Eh? How did you know we two composed a new piece?"

When the topic of composing came up, Qu Yang's eyes lit up. He didn't care whether Li Che understood or not, and he spoke fluently and enthusiastically.

Inspired by the Guangling San, the qin and xiao played together, their sound both powerful and gentle.

Li Che's head was spinning. Why did they have to bring up composing music?!

Half a cup of tea's time passed in this way.

Qu Yang's mouth was dry from talking, so he poured himself a drink.

"Could you name this piece, senior?"

"No, this piece is already 99% complete. My junior brother Liu and I played and reviewed the piece all night to make it perfect."

Naming this piece is also a challenge; after much deliberation, I still can't find a satisfactory name, but there's no rush.

"The Smiling, Proud Wanderer!"

"What?"

"How about the name 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'? The two of you are in the martial world, yet you are proud and carefree, seeking freedom and unrestraint. You express your feelings through music, and the music is a reflection of your inner thoughts."

Naturally, Li's words were born from genuine feeling...

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"A fine name!" Qu Yang slammed his cup on the table and laughed heartily. "Young hero, what talent you possess! For this name, we shall raise a large toast!"

After several rounds of drinks, Qu Yang finally put down his music.

"Young hero, you must have come here seeking me out for something."

"Yes, go and kill!"

Qu Yang's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Alright!"

"Not asking who it is?"

"Who else could it be!"

"Ha~ How many of those gangsters from Songshan could you take on?"

Qu Yang shook his head with a wry smile, "Yesterday I only witnessed Fei Bin's methods and barely managed to cope, but others don't know about them."

However, it would be inappropriate to bury them in Hengyang.

"Of course, I've already made plans for this. Just wait for news. Don't worry, the underlings are in your hands."

"If that's the case, then there's no problem."

Qu Yang smiled faintly, but thought to himself, "The Songshan Sect has offended Young Hero Li; things will probably be in chaos from now on."

He knew that all the schemes in the Liu family were orchestrated by Li Che.

For several months, although he was in Hengyang, he paid special attention to Li Che.

Seriously wounded by an assassin? Qu Yang never believed it.

He knew that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual was said to have originated from the Holy Maiden. But Li Che's sudden appearance in Fuzhou made this matter quite intriguing.

Having witnessed Li Che's methods yesterday, Qu Yang was certain that the scheme behind the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual must have originated from the young man before him.

It's truly terrifying!

Ruthless enough!

But he also has a strong sense of loyalty!

"Young Master Li, I had a request of you back in Luoyang. I wonder if you can grant it today?"

Li Che looked out the window at the street. Three women were pointing and gesturing around a candied hawthorn vendor, laughing, "Wouldn't it be better to become an apprentice at Hengshan? Why go to such lengths?"

"Doesn't Mount Hua also know the Hengshan sword technique? Besides, with you here, I feel more at ease."

Li Che withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pointed downwards, "That girl is incredibly cunning. Does she really need a senior to pave the way for her? She's probably already planned everything for herself."

At the same time, three women each held a candied hawthorn, their six lips glistening.

"Sister-in-law, Feifei didn't mean to lie to you. Yesterday, those villains tried to deal with Grandpa, and Feifei was worried that it would affect you."

"Oh dear, what's the big deal? Li Feifei, Qu Feifei, aren't they all Feifei? Feifei, anyway, your grandpa studies music all day and doesn't have time to pay attention to you."

Why don't we go to Mount Hua with my sister?

"Let me tell you, last night Dad said we'll go to western Sichuan first, then north to Hanzhong and Guanzhong, a really big loop. Won't we have a blast along the way?"

"Oh? Really? Then I absolutely have to go!"

Li Che chuckled, "Look, your granddaughter has already thought ahead of you."

"Haha—!" Qu Yang laughed heartily again, raising his glass solemnly, "Thank you for your trouble, Young Hero Li!"

"You're too kind, Senior Qu!"

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Mount Heng is like walking, Mount Hua is like standing, Mount Song is like lying down, only Mount Heng (Nanyue) is like flying.

Such a beautiful and spiritual place, it's no wonder that the disciples of Hengshan are peaceful and refined, and fond of music. Such a beautiful scene deserves to be accompanied by music.

Of the seventy-two peaks of Mount Heng, the five most famous are Zhurong, Tianzhu, Furong, Zigai, and Shilin. It was from these peaks that the founder of Mount Heng observed the peaks, comprehended the sword, and created the Five Divine Swords of Mount Heng.

"Master Mo, is it... that the sword manual is drawn too hastily?"

Mo Da, who was walking ahead, stopped and shook his head, sighing, "Sword techniques have been lost for decades. We see the form but do not know the meaning. Using them is just imitation."

You're a good painter, so I'll go all the way and go observe the Five Peaks to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.

The old man is getting on in years; he can't stand the cold, damp air at the summit.

Li Che: "Uncle Mo, comprehending swordsmanship is something that cannot be accomplished overnight. Besides, my master has already made arrangements to leave Hengyang and return to the mountain in three days."

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver your meals for the next three days. Go quickly, don't waste any time."

Li Che:

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Li Che looked up at Zhu Rong Peak and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

This Uncle Mo really doesn't treat himself like an outsider.

Oh well, it doesn't matter where you practice.

In terms of danger, this peak is not as dangerous as Mount Hua, but the higher you go, the more obstructed your view becomes.

The morning fog was thick, and the sun was just rising, its rays unable to penetrate. In just a moment, Li Che felt his clothes becoming increasingly heavy.

Why come to this peak first?

The wild geese return to Zhurong!

This is the most exquisite move of the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan. According to the records of the Mo family, when this sword move is used, it should be like a wild goose circling around the mountain peak, with offense and defense being perfectly integrated.

However... it's springtime now, and migrating geese are coming back! Where are these migrating geese coming from?!

The old man must have forgotten the season because he plays "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang" all day long.

Therefore, Li Che reached the summit, sat cross-legged, and began practicing his breathing exercises, cultivating the Purple Cloud Divine Skill...

The energy dissipated outwards, and the clothes became wet and then dried again.

A day has passed in the blink of an eye.

There's no going back to the镖局 (security escort agency).

Uncle Mo Da greeted Old Yue and said frankly: "I'll borrow your disciple for three days and treat him well."

Li Che ate a pancake while facing the wind; this kind of life was all too familiar.

The next morning, the red sun leaped out from the sea of ​​clouds, and thousands of golden rays spread across the southern sky, turning the granite beneath it red.

The glow of Mount Heng is no different from that of Mount Hua.

Li Che sat quietly for a long time, without moving an inch.

A breeze began to rise, causing clothes to flutter in the wind.

"Gah!" Li Che let out a soft exclamation and looked up, only to see more than a dozen wild geese startled into flight from the mountains to the south.

They gradually lined up in a row, circled the top several times, and spread their wings to the north.

Then another cry followed, and the flock of geese grew into a human, circling the mountaintop, as if reminding themselves not to forget to return to their home in the south.

Li Che slowly stood up, facing the wind, and upon closer observation, he discovered that the wild geese never flew against the wind, but instead rose slowly along with the mountain air currents.

Sometimes the goose raises its head high, like a sword blade pointing upwards; sometimes its wings flip to the side, like a sword slashing horizontally.

Sometimes they would dive down in formation, then leap up close to the cliff.

Li Che was mesmerized.

"The wild geese return to Zhurong, but the 'return' is not a 'return' but rather a 'circling' or 'maneuvering'!"

That's it!

The sword strikes not directly, neither pushing nor blocking, but responding by turning and circling. By circling in this way, the enemy cannot hit you, and you can find an opportunity to kill with a single blow.

The essence lies in "returning," not in delivering a fatal blow, but in winning through strategy and controlling the enemy through maneuvering!

Suddenly, Cheng Liche drew his sword from its sheath, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the sword seemed to draw an arc, swooping down like a wild goose, circling and spiraling.

The sword's speed increased, becoming faster and faster.

In the past hour or two, he had used "Wild Geese Returning to Zhurong" countless times.

Mo Da, who had been standing there, looked towards the figure on the peak with a complex expression. Why was this person not a descendant of Hengshan?!