The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Now that Emei had reconciled, Jiang Ning no longer paid attention to the matter.

Regarding the feud between Emei and Shaolin, Abbess Qingzhu also replied, mentioning that after the plague broke out in Shaolin, Fangzheng sent someone to deliver something and a letter to Emei before his death.

Master Qingzhu didn't mention the contents of the letter, but she did tell Jiang Ning about the things Shaolin had sent.

It is a knife.

Dragon-Slaying Saber.

A hundred years ago, the martial arts world was filled with rumors of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, the supreme weapon of the martial arts world, and the unparalleled Heaven-Reliant Sword. These rumors stirred up a bloody storm in the martial arts world and also sparked a love-hate relationship.

Later, after the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber broke in two, it returned to the hands of the Emei Sect. The Dragon Saber was repaired by a member of the Ming Cult and then disappeared. Unexpectedly, it ended up in Shaolin Temple after so many years.

The meaning behind Fang Zheng's choice to send the Dragon-Slaying Saber to Emei before his death is self-evident.

Jiang Ning was unaware of the Emei Sect's plans, but since they hadn't made any moves for so long, it was likely that they had accepted the compensation from Shaolin.

With the settlement of the feud between Emei, Shaolin, and Wudang, the martial arts world has become relatively peaceful. Although there are still many grudges among the martial arts community, the major sects are relatively stable.

The martial arts world is about to enter a period of stability.

……

On this day, Linghu Chong brought several jars of wine to Jade Maiden Peak.

"Grand Uncle, Grand Uncle!"

As soon as he reached Jade Maiden Peak, Linghu Chong opened his mouth and roared.

A moment later, Feng Qingyang's voice rang out.

Feng Qingyang appeared, looking at Linghu Chong with a look of disgust.

Why are you yelling like that?

Linghu Chong chuckled.

"Grandmaster Uncle, your grand-disciple is getting married."

Chapter 798: Linghu Chong's Wedding Date

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong in surprise.

"Yue Buqun has already set a wedding date?"

Linghu Chong chuckled and nodded.

"It's settled, it'll be next February."

It's almost the end of the year, and February is just around the corner.

The thought that he would soon finally marry his beloved junior sister kept Linghu Chong excited.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm...you're not getting any younger, it's time to get married."

Hearing that his favorite junior was finally getting married, Feng Qingyang was quite happy.

"hey-hey."

Linghu Chong grinned and said, "Master mentioned it to me this morning, so I brought some good wine to tell you."

"You do have some filial piety."

Feng Qingyang hummed in agreement and then sat down.

"What are you all standing there for? Bring the wine!"

"oh oh."

Linghu Chong immediately placed the wine on the table and thoughtfully opened it, presenting it to Feng Qingyang.

"Grand Uncle, please."

Feng Qingyang didn't stand on ceremony and immediately picked up the wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hmm, not bad."

Feng Qingyang nodded.

"The wine you've been sending lately has been getting better and better."

"hey-hey."

Linghu Chong chuckled.

Since returning from Blackwood Cliff, for some reason, Yue Buqun, who had always restricted his drinking, relaxed his requirements and even gave him a lot of silver to buy wine. However, there was one condition: he could not get drunk, nor could he drink with the disciples of the sect, to prevent them from becoming drunkards like Linghu Chong.

When no one is there to drink with, even the best wine loses its flavor. Linghu Chong immediately thought of Feng Qingyang, and from then on, he would often bring wine up to have a good drink with Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang smiled but remained silent upon hearing this.

He certainly knew why Yue Buqun would give Linghu Chong so much silver to buy back the drink.

This is the tacit understanding between him and his apprentice Jiang Ning.

"Grandmaster Uncle, will you come to my wedding?"

After several rounds of drinks, Linghu Chong expressed his expectations.

Feng Qingyang drank in silence, but nodded in response to Linghu Chong's fervent anticipation.

"I will go."

Before Linghu Chong could be happy, Feng Qingyang continued.

"But I won't show myself in public."

Linghu Chong was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but he still nodded.

That's enough.

After completing this important task, Linghu Chong took the initiative to bring up the events that had occurred in the martial arts world with Feng Qingyang.

"Hey, Grandmaster Uncle, that's strange. After returning from Wuwei Prefecture, Shaolin Temple announced the closure of the mountain. I don't know why."

"It's fine if the mountain is closed, but for some reason, a plague broke out at Shaolin Temple not long ago, killing many people. Even Master Fangzheng and Master Fangsheng passed away. It's such a pity."

Linghu Chong shook his head as he spoke.

He also thought the two masters were quite nice, kind and compassionate.

Feng Qingyang was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he didn't say anything until Linghu Chong's next words changed his mind.

"Fortunately, my junior brother is alright and did not contract the plague, otherwise it would have been too much of a blow to Master."

Linghu Chong said with a sense of relief.

"what?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

"Your junior brother has been to Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes."

Linghu Chong nodded.

"My junior brother went to Shaolin Temple, and shortly after he left, a plague broke out there."

Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, sensing that things weren't so simple, and asked.

How many monks died at Shaolin Temple?

"Nine hundred and sixty-eight people."

"Nine hundred and sixty-eight..."

Upon hearing this number, Feng Qingyang froze, muttering those words repeatedly.

"Grand Uncle-Master? What's wrong?"

Linghu Chong noticed Feng Qingyang's unusual behavior and quickly asked him about it.

"nothing."

Coming to his senses, Feng Qingyang glanced at Linghu Chong and said casually.

"Oh fine."

Although Linghu Chong didn't understand, he still nodded.

"Alright, leave the wine here, you can go back now."

Feng Qingyang had lost his appetite for drinking at this point and said calmly.

"what?"

Linghu Chong was taken aback.

Although he didn't know why, since his grandmaster uncle was telling him to leave, Linghu Chong didn't dare to ask any more questions. He got up to leave, but before leaving, his gaze fell on the few jars of wine.

"Grand Uncle, what about these wines..."

Feng Qingyang glanced at it and said.

"Let's stay here."

Linghu Chong's eyes widened slightly.

Not even one jar was left for him?

"Ok."

Linghu Chong nodded.

Oh well, since Yue Buqun isn't restricting his drinking anymore, there's no need to worry about the wine.

"Grandmaster Uncle, then this disciple will take his leave. These wines are for you to enjoy. When I come again next time, I will bring some fine wines for you to taste."

Linghu Chong said nonchalantly.