I am Jinshan Youxia

Most importantly, there is this Xu Chongxiao, Elder Xu.

At eighty-seven years old, he was the most senior, even his predecessor Wang Jiantong had to call him senior uncle. He had been living in seclusion for many years, and it was he who stepped forward and invited Zhiguang and his group that forced Qiao Feng to step down.

Given the circumstances at the time, if he hadn't resigned as the leader, the Beggars' Sect would have split in two in an instant.

What's the old man's purpose in jumping out like this?

It's very simple. It's almost explicitly stated in the novel. When Qiao Feng first wanted to return the Dog-Beating Stick, the token of the gang leader, Xu Chongxiao reached out to take it, but was stopped by Elder Song.

By this point, the elders and leaders of the Beggars' Sect, including Qiao Feng, probably all saw through the old man's intentions.

Otherwise, Elder Wu wouldn't have made the decision so decisively to have everyone choose sides, while holding Elder Song's left hand and Elder Xi's right hand.

When Qiao Feng left, he tossed back the Dog-Beating Stick. Xu Chongxiao reached out to catch it again, but was shaken away by the force of the stick and watched helplessly as it stuck into the ground.

It is clear that both of them were fully aware of the situation.

The highest-ranking elder of the entire Beggars' Sect, who had been in seclusion for many years, seized upon the possibility of a questionable identity for the sect leader and attempted to seize power.

This is the truth behind Xingzilin Shanglue's life.

In fact, even though Qiao Feng stepped down, he had already planted many seeds of trouble for the Beggars' Sect. Everyone was now clearly divided into two factions. What should they do next?

His choice was almost identical to his eventual suicide at Yanmen Pass. When faced with a dilemma, it seemed that he only had the option of humiliating himself.

"Xu Chongxiao".

A slightly amused smile appeared on Zhang Chengyi's face. "Let me meet this Elder Xu."

Looking at his master's expression, Su Xinghe silently mourned for Xu Chongxiao.

That old guy is really unlucky.

Chapter 17 Your Goddess is Someone Else's Simp

One day later, outside Gyeongbokgung Temple.

"It's so lively!"

Zhang Chengyi strode confidently down the street, attracting the attention of onlookers.

There was no other way; he had increased his physique to its theoretical peak, and with the added support of internal energy, the increase in physique was reflected in reality, with his muscles and height rapidly increasing. This was a case of reversing cause and effect.

To outsiders, he is now a burly man over 1.9 meters tall, wearing an incongruous crane cloak, walking with an arrogant gait, and looking at something as novel as if he were looking at something new and strange.

How can he not attract attention?

Of course, that's also why he didn't go to the temple with Su Xinghe to buy and sell information. There was nothing he could do; Su Xinghe could disguise himself.

The art of disguise and transformation is also a miscellaneous skill, and for someone like Mr. Congbian, who is portrayed as a polymath, it is a piece of cake.

The problem is that this 1.9-meter-tall, muscular man has such a unique aura. No matter where he is, what he looks like, or what clothes he wears, he stands out like a firefly in the night.

In short, it can't be changed or altered, so goodbye.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang." Xue Muhua, who was following behind, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Among the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, he had the most interactions with outsiders and the highest emotional intelligence. Although he was just like his master and was willing to risk his life to protect him, it didn't mean he could withstand the strange looks from others when they saw rare and exotic animals.

He was a renowned doctor, and wherever he went, he was treated as an honored guest. This was the first time in his life that he had ever been someone's attendant.

Being the center of attention for his entourage was a scene he could never have imagined.

Zhang Chengyi slowed his pace and said, "I already told you you don't need to follow me. What are you doing following me? Do you think anyone can hurt me?"

The automatic protection and immunity to all poisons provided by the Northern Darkness Divine Art have already made him an unparalleled meat shield. As long as he stands there, no one in the world can break through his defenses.

"Yes, yes," Xue Muhua replied humbly at first, then said, "If Master Zhang wants to buy anything, I'll be happy to oblige."

"Dr. Xue?" An unexpected guest's surprised voice interrupted their conversation.

Looking up, one sees an elderly man dressed in a long silk robe, his face glowing with health. With white hair and a youthful face, he is clearly a master of internal strength.

Xue Muhua did not respond, but looked at Zhang Chengyi.

The old man's smile vanished, and his eyes became extremely sharp. He now suspected that Doctor Xue had been controlled by some bandit.

Zhang Chengyi paid no attention to the strangers, nodded to his attendants to talk to them, and walked into the street on his own.

The food, drinks, and games are all authentically from the Song Dynasty; it's quite interesting if you haven't experienced them.

"Old Master Shan, what's the matter?" Xue Muhua glanced at the patriarch who hadn't gone far, his tone not particularly friendly.

He was ordered by his master to stay by the master's side at all times as a portable wallet and a servant to carry things; how could he abandon his post?

Don't be fooled by his use of the title "Old Master Shan"; it's just a polite way of addressing him. People are afraid of this stern and unyielding judge.

He's not afraid of anything. There are plenty of people in the martial arts world who want to curry favor with him, and there's no shortage of old men fawning over him, calling him a divine doctor.

The Shan family, with one father and five heroes, and over two hundred disciples, was renowned in the martial arts world, but that was all they were.

Could anyone's martial arts skills surpass those of his master? Not to mention his grandmaster and the head of the family. His personality was inherently somewhat arrogant and prone to bullying others. After all, he had been used to ordering around powerful figures in the martial arts world with his medical skills for many years, and currying favor with them had become instinctive.

Having latched onto the most powerful figure in the world, he was so eager to see others that he wanted to look at them with his ass.

Saying a few more words is out of fear that the other party will be relentless, and if it disturbs the head of the family, wouldn't that be his fault?

Dan Zheng was immediately embarrassed. Why was this miracle doctor speaking so angrily? Had he offended the other party?

After thinking for a moment, he carefully chose his words and said, "Dr. Xue, it has been more than three years since we last parted ways in Zhuozhou. Now that we have met by chance, I would like to invite you to a meal. Would Dr. Xue do me the honor?"

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Xue Muhua felt like he was about to lose his temper and start cursing. He glanced at Zhang Chengyi, who stood out from the crowd and hadn't gone far yet, and decided to be direct, saying, "I have other things to do. See you later."

Having said that, he didn't even bother to offer a polite gesture of respect, and chased after her with a long face.

When he arrived next to Zhang Chengyi, who was enjoying snacks, he smiled again, took out money from his bag, and acted like a lackey.

Dan Zheng stood behind, staring blankly for a while before pinching his Sibai acupoint, afraid that he had misread it.

"Father!" X5

Five overlapping voices rang out, and five young men with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and similar appearances walked through the crowd to Shan Zheng's side. The one in the lead followed his father's gaze and asked in confusion, "Father, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just..."

Dan Zheng hesitated for a moment. He was still a little dazed. Could it be that the title of the Iron-Faced Judge really couldn't intimidate others?

Or is Xue Muhua suffering from hysteria?

Calling him "Divine Doctor Xue" is just a polite formality; everyone's just putting on a show. His iron-faced judge nature, his hatred of evil, and his determination to intervene in any injustice are all just empty words.

The Four Evils and the Starry Sky Sect were infamous, yet he never went out to punish evil and promote good, so he must have some self-awareness.

Being treated so disrespectfully by a junior with mediocre martial arts skills, he was momentarily stunned, but then anger began to rise within him. He said coldly, "Let's go."

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Several hours later, in an inn.

“Uncle Zhang, a few days ago, Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggars’ Gang, died from the Ma family’s unique throat-locking grappling technique in Xinyang. Afterwards, his wife Kang Min secretly went to Weizhou, which led to Xu Chongxiao’s return to the martial arts world.”

Su Xinghe explained the information he had gathered, and then said, "Xu Chongxiao has recently sent several letters to Mount Tai, Mount Taihang, Mount Tiantai..."

"It seems to be related to the recent unusual activities of the Beggars' Sect."

“I know.” Zhang Chengyi knew what was going on, of course. He asked, “Wait a minute, I’ll go and bring Xu Chongxiao here, and then we’ll go see that interesting monk Huiming.”

He didn't intend to kill Elder Xu, who was over eighty years old, still vigorous and ambitious. Capturing him to use as bait would be excellent.

If he can't stir up the winds and clouds of the world, how can he become famous in the martial arts world and gather martial arts masters from all walks of life?

Moreover, it would also do Qiao Feng a favor; they are both great heroes, and perhaps they could develop a mutual respect.

However, he seemed completely unaware that his so-called favors were utterly absurd in Qiao Feng's eyes.

Of course, perhaps he simply doesn't care.

What does acting chivalrously at will have to do with the people being saved?

Su Xinghe and his eight disciples exchanged glances, all unsure of what their master was up to, but they remained silent.

To be so casual about it is somewhat detached from chivalry and has instead run wild towards evil.

But so what?

Chapter 18 Easy Victory

Night. Gyeongbokgung Temple, in a side room.

"Who goes there!"

Xu Chongxiao, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, his silk lining soaked with cold sweat.

He hadn't personally taken action for many years, and a few days ago he had been having a wild time with that little vixen Kang Min, leaving him extremely weak. Hearing a strong wind enter the courtyard late at night, he feared the visitor was up to no good.

The sound spread out with the support of his internal energy, almost reaching the entire Jingfu Temple. No matter how weak he was, he was from the prestigious Qingliang Temple of Wutai Mountain in his early years and later joined the Beggars' Sect. After more than eighty years, his internal energy was still very refined.

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock sounded at the door, but the unwelcome guest outside was not startled away. Instead, he said in a lazy voice, "Xu Chongxiao, is that right? I've been looking for you. Come with me."

Xu Chongxiao had already nimbly removed his silk lining and put on his patched and tattered quail clothes. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed from an old, wealthy man into a spirited, white-bearded elder of the Beggars' Sect. He guessed that his junior brother and the five members of the Shan family should be arriving soon, so he waved his hand.

"Squeak~"

The door was wide open, and standing outside was a tall, burly man who looked to be in his thirties. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be trying his best to appear polite. After the door opened, he said, "Please."

"Do you have any grudge against me?" Xu Chongxiao tried to stall for time with words.

"We've never met before," Zhang Chengyi replied.

Xu Chongxiao became suspicious and asked again, "Is it because they have a grudge against the Beggars' Sect and Qingliang Temple?"

Zhang Chengyi seemed quite interested in playing this classic martial arts quiz game, and said with a smile, "We have no connection whatsoever."

Xu Chongxiao was speechless for a moment. There was no grudge between them, and they had nothing to do with any gang. What a joke! Why did they come here to cause trouble for no reason?

"Are you done talking? Let's go now." Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Chengyi's interest waned, and he said casually.

"laugh!"

As the blade slashed through the air, a hint of joy appeared on Xu Chongxiao's face. He lightly touched the ground with his foot, raised his hand, and together with the reinforcements, launched a pincer attack on Zhang Chengyi.