Chapter 3: Feiyun Magic

Chapter 3: Feiyun Magic

Chapter 3: Feiyun Magic
The next morning.

The mountains are full of quiet trees, gurgling water and chirping birds.

Last night, after Zhang Yu left the Hengshan area, he walked eastward for forty or fifty miles.

At dawn, they left the official road and entered the mountains.

Yue Lingshan had been walking for most of the night, and her embroidered shoes and white socks were covered in mud, and her dress was covered in spider webs and leaves.

Her hair was disheveled and her face was haggard. She no longer had the arrogance of last night, but instead looked somewhat pitiful.

"Where are you taking me, little thief?"

"Of course, we're going back to Blackwood Cliff."

"What are you going to do at Blackwood Cliff?"

"I captured Master Yue's daughter, which can be regarded as saving face for the Divine Cult. I will go back and offer you to Master Dongfang as a concubine. If he is happy, he will give me a promotion."

Yue Lingshan said angrily: "Don't even think about it! Even if I bite my tongue and commit suicide or jump off the Black Wood Cliff, I will never be the devil's concubine."

"That's not up to you."

Seeing that her face was turning red with anger, Zhang Yu couldn't help but reach out and pinch her. Her face was as smooth as peeling an egg.

She is indeed the junior sister in "Swordsman", the eternal white moonlight in Linghu Chong's heart, and her hand feels very good.

"Slut, I'll bite you to death."

Zhang Yu retracted his hand quickly, but the silver teeth still left a bloody scratch.

"Are you a dog?"

Zhang Yu felt that he was in the wrong, so he did not fight back and continued to push her forward.

Yue Lingshan thought about going up the Black Wood Cliff. According to the legends in the martial arts world, it was a place like a devil's cave and hell. She felt angry and scared.

"Little thief, Daddy must know that I'm in trouble now, and he will chase me. You'd better let me go and run for your life."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry. I left your handkerchief beside the official road to the west. Maybe Mr. Yue thought you went back to Huashan first."

Yue Lingshan gnashed her teeth in hatred, but could do nothing about it. From childhood to adulthood, she had been spoiled by her parents and protected by six senior brothers. She had never suffered any grievances. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After walking fifteen or sixteen miles through the mountains and forests, we saw a Guanyin Temple in front of us.

Seeing that Yue Lingshan could not walk any more and he himself was tired, Zhang Yu went into the temple to rest.

This temple has been abandoned for a long time.

The Bodhisattva statue on the altar had disappeared, leaving only the two small statues of Shancai and Longnu, covered in dust and facing each other in silence.

After Yue Lingshan sat down, her tears fell in strings like beads from a rain curtain that had broken off its string.

"Why? Do you miss your parents?"

Zhang Yu placed the dragon girl statue under his head and lay down on the straw pile.

Seeing her crying like a pear blossom in the rain, I felt funny and couldn't help but mock her.

"Ms. Yue was born with gold bowls and silver chopsticks. You can learn some needlework in Huashan Mountain and embroider some mandarin ducks and butterflies. In the future, you can marry a good husband, take care of your husband and children, and live a noble life. Such a life is enviable for many people. Why do you have to wade into the muddy waters of the martial arts world?"

Yue Lingshan said nothing, but just cried loudly.

"Why are you crying?"

Yue Lingshan glanced at him and sobbed, "I have been walking all night and I haven't eaten yet."

"Just bear with it! It's out in the wilderness, where can I get you food?"

Yue Lingshan continued to cry.

Zhang Yu closed his eyes, but he still felt hungry. He was still at least two hundred miles away from the Black Wood Cliff, and he would not be able to get back without eating.

He remembered that there was a mountain stream only two or three miles away from the Guanyin Temple, and he should be able to catch some fish and shrimp.

"It's so noisy. Stay here and I'll go find something to eat."

After Zhang Yu left, Yue Lingshan immediately stopped crying, moved to the altar, and used the edge of the table to quickly sharpen the rope between her hands...

The mountain stream is about two meters wide and more than three meters deep. The water flows gently, and some aquatic plants grow at the angle between two green rocks.

“There should be fish here.”

Zhang Yu took off his clothes, put on the green jade ring, and dived into the water. Seven or eight minutes later, when he emerged from the water, there was a lively carp and five or six crabs stuck on his sword.

"There weren't many fish, but there were a lot of crabs, but it was enough to eat."

"With this green jade ring, even without internal energy, I can stay underwater for fifteen minutes. If I can't do that, I can go boating on the rivers and seas and be a fisherman."

Zhang Yu hummed a little tune, holding a sword, and walked towards the Guanyin Temple.

He stepped over the threshold, glanced at Yue Lingshan who was still unwilling to give up, and smiled softly.

"Don't try. Your rope is made of beef tendons, and wood can't break it."

Yue Lingshan glared at him, tears still on her face, and sat in front of the altar, feeling disheartened.

A fire was lit in the temple.

The carp's internal organs were removed, pierced with branches, and slowly roasted over a fire. Crabs were even simpler, simply wrapped in leaves and yellow mud, and simmered in a pile of ashes, in order to preserve the original soup and food.

The aroma of meat filled the Guanyin Temple.

Yue Lingshan swallowed secretly.

"In ancient times, there was beggar's chicken. Today, there is beggar's crab. The best taste in the world comes from nature."

Zhang Yu smiled as he knocked off the mud layer and tore open the leaf bag. The delicious sweet smell of crab meat wafted into his nose.

Open the back shell and you will see crab meat, crab roe and juice oozing out.

The mountain crabs raised in stream water are delicious.

Unfortunately, each one is the size of a duck egg and has little yolk.

There were six crabs in total, and Zhang Yu ate four of them in one go, still feeling unsatisfied.

Yue Lingshan slowly moved to the edge of the fire, staring at the crab with gleaming eyes.

Zhang Yu asked, "Want to eat?"

Yue Lingshan nodded.

Zhang Yu opened a crab and handed it to her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, but still lowered her head and ate it in small bites, and her lips and teeth inevitably touched her palm.

He had no intention of taking advantage of the opportunity. Yue Lingshan was still a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, about the age of a middle school student. But after all, she had internal strength. If he could remove her restraints, he might not be her opponent.

One crab is not enough to fill you up, but it will instead bring out your appetite.

Yue Lingshan pointed to the fire and whispered, "There is still one... beggar crab, you have already eaten four!"

After eating the crabs, the carp was almost cooked.

Yue Lingshan waited eagerly, and finally got the fish head and tail, which she ate with gusto.

Zhang Yu had eaten his fill when he suddenly heard the sound of weapons clashing.

He stood up, picked up his sword, and was about to go out.

Yue Lingshan also heard the noise outside and her eyes became eager.

"It must be my father. Let me out now. I'll beg him to spare your life."

"Stay well."

Zhang Yu turned back, tore off his sleeves, covered her mouth, and tied her to the corner of the altar. He then stepped on the fire to put it out until no sparks could be seen, and then he left the Guanyin Temple with peace of mind.

The further you go, the louder the sound of swords clashing.

Zhang Yu hid in the bamboo forest. The two men were fighting in the open space outside the bamboo forest.

"He's not dead yet?"

The man was about 40 years old, wearing a silk robe, with a ghost-head iron ring knife in his hand. His body movements were extremely flexible and graceful, sometimes retreating and sometimes dispersing, like a flowing cloud, making it difficult for the opponent to predict.

There were two bloody holes on his left leg, which were only simply bandaged and were bleeding profusely.

The opponent was a long-faced man in red clothes. He wielded an iron sword to parry, but was somewhat defeated and had three or four knife wounds on his body.

He intentionally attacked the wound on the robed man's left leg each time to resolve the opponent's attack.

"'Big Songyang Hand' Fei Bin."

Zhang Yu recognized the man in red who was fighting with Wu Tang Master.

"Why bother forcing me?" Wu Lianjiang swung his sword again, knocking Fei Bin back five or six steps. He supported himself on the ground with his sword, and his left leg kept shaking.

This person is none other than Wu Lianjiang, the leader of the Yunshui Hall, one of the 12th halls of the Demon Cult, and is known in the martial arts world as the Feiyun Divine Ape.

Fei Bin said: "The evil followers of the Demon Cult should be killed by everyone."

"Want to take Wu's head and establish your reputation as the 'Big Songyang Hand'? Come on if you are not afraid of death."

Fei Bin sneered sinisterly: "If you hadn't been stabbed in the leg twice, I wouldn't have dared to come."

"I am a fallen tiger, and I cannot be bullied by rats!"

Wu Lianjiang hesitated for a moment, then pressed two acupoints on his leg to stop the bleeding slightly.

He flew into the air, moving back and forth, with the iron knife rolling.

Four or five afterimages instantly appeared in front of Fei Bin's eyes, and five or six knife shadows flew towards him. He thought to himself that this was not good. This was the famous skill of the Feiyun Divine Ape, "Flying through the Clouds". He didn't expect that Wu Lianjiang could still perform it even though he was so injured.

"Jade enters Tianchi!"

Fei Bin drew a circle with his sword, and stabbed straight into the middle of the afterimage from bottom to top.

This is the 'Jade Entering the Tianchi' among the 17 sword techniques of Songshan. It is suitable for dealing with Wu Lianjiang's 'Flying across the Luanyun', and it has a bit of the momentum of 'I don't care how many ways you come, I will only go one way'.

But Fei Bin's mind was not firm enough, and his sword was not swift enough. Not only did he fail to stab Wu Lianjiang, but he was found by Wu Lianjiang and knocked the sword away with one blow.

"Come die!"

Fei Bin was horrified and stepped back quickly.

When Wu Lianjiang was young, he was chased by his enemies and fell off a cliff. Fortunately, he survived and landed on a stone platform on the cliff. There he found a dry skeleton and the Feiyun magic skill engraved on the stone.

His martial arts skills are ranked third among the twelve hall masters, but his lightness skills are ranked first.

"Chasing clouds and lightning!"

Wu Lianjiang appeared in front of Fei Bin like a ghost, and the ghost-head iron ring knife pierced his chest. Fei Bin hurriedly grabbed the back of the knife with his left hand and slapped Wu Lianjiang's chest with his right hand.

"Oh!"

The two men quickly moved apart. Fei Bin held the blade and glanced at Wu Lianjiang who was standing still. He thought to himself that he had used 100% of his strength in that Songyang Palm move, but he seemed to be completely unharmed.

Could it be that he has practiced external martial arts like the Vajra Shield, or that he has some protective equipment like the Golden Silk Software on him.

"It must be so."

Fei Bin pressed a few acupoints on the chest, stopped the bleeding, and then retreated.

Wu Lianjiang stood there, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then turned around and disappeared into the woods...

"I am Zhang Yu, the deputy flag bearer of Yunshui Hall. I am late in escorting you. Please forgive me, Hall Master."

Zhang Yu knelt on one knee and looked around the woods.

Wu Lianjiang deceived Fei Bin, and he was obviously at the end of his strength and would definitely not be able to escape far.

"Tell me about your origins." A voice echoed in the woods.

Zhang Yu was secretly delighted. "I am from Meixi Village, Pingding Prefecture. I joined the sect in the seventh year of Yousheng. The incense master is Song Chuke and the flag master is Yu Hu. In the eighth year of Yousheng, I made great contributions in the battle to destroy Gushan Fort and was promoted to deputy flag master. I was originally stationed at Tiebing Mountain, but was transferred back to Heimu Cliff half a year ago and stationed at the second city gate of Baizhang Cliff."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure fell from the tree.

Wu Lianjiang's face was pale and blood was coming out of all his orifices. He slowly sat down against a tree.

"It seems you are real."

"Master Song Xiang has died in the battle at Damao Ridge. This time I was betrayed by Yang Lianting. Only one out of a hundred members of Yunshuitang survived. You were lucky to be able to escape."

Zhang Yu was filled with indignation and said, "Yang Lianting is a despicable bastard. I will protect you at all costs and return to Blackwood Cliff to plead my case to the Eastern Sect Leader in person and get rid of the traitor beside you."

Wu Lianjiang smiled bitterly and said, "You are right, Yang Lianting is a treacherous villain! But Dongfang Bubai is not a wise leader either, otherwise why would he allow such a villain to cause chaos?"

"It's a pity that the century-old foundation of the Sun Moon Divine Sect is about to be destroyed in their hands. Only by welcoming back the leader Ren Woxing can we hope to turn the tide."

"I will obey the orders of the Hall Master."

Wu Lianjiang coughed up blood clots and said unwillingly: "If it weren't for the sword wound on my leg, Fei Bin would not be able to touch a hair of mine even if he practiced for another ten years."

"Master, I will escort you back to the Divine Religion. There are many famous doctors in the Religion who will definitely be able to cure your injuries."

Wu Lianjiang shook his head and said, "My heart meridians are broken and there is no way to save me. Fortunately, I met you before I died. You are someone I can trust."

Zhang Yu lowered his head and squeezed out two tears.

"The master has given the order, and I will not refuse even if I die."

"I have something to entrust to you."

"I have a granddaughter named Han Yu, who is hiding in Qingniu Village, fifty miles northeast of Pingding City. I am afraid that Yang Lianting will kill her after knowing the news."

"Master, rest assured. I will find the young lady and protect her in secret."

"Well...you are a man of integrity."

Wu Lianjiang vomited blood, the internal force of Songyang Palm was still tearing his internal organs apart.

"After today, Yunshui Hall will no longer exist. When you go back, go see Tong Baixiong, the leader of Fenglei Hall, and tell him, 'The old friend who drank wine with you in the Qunyu Courtyard of Hengshan City has passed away. I hope he takes care.'"

"Although Tong Baixiong is a die-hard supporter of Dongfang Bubai, he is an upright person and will take care of you."

Zhang Yu's original intention was three parts true and seven parts false, but at this moment, seeing that Wu Lianjiang was truly thinking about him before he died, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Wu Lianjiang's face was as pale as gold paper, and he took out a booklet from his arms with trembling hands.

"My famous unique skill is called 'Flying Cloud Divine Art'. The upper part is the inner strength mental method, and the lower part is the lightness body method. I give it to you today so that it will not be buried with my death."

After Wu Lianjiang finished speaking, his face suddenly turned red. He straightened his clothes and faced the east. The morning sun just fell on his face.

"Remember, don't let... the people from Songshan Sect find my body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Lianjiang died.

Zhang Yujiang sighed, carefully folded the booklet that recorded "Feiyun Magical Skill" and put it in his arms. It would be a lie to say that he was unhappy.

"After half a year of searching, I finally got a copy of the inner strength manual. The twelfth hall master of the Demon Cult is no ordinary person. Even if this "Flying Cloud Divine Art" is not as good as the top martial arts manuals such as "Sunflower Manual" and "Star Absorbing Manual", it should still be first-rate in the martial arts world."

Feeling a little melancholy, he carried Wu Lianjiang's body on his back and walked into the mountains for two hours, finally finding a cliff.

The environment is secluded and the scenery is beautiful. There is a river flowing eastward between the mountains in the distance.

After the pit was dug, the red sun rose to the zenith in the sky.

"The sun and the moon shine mercilessly on the loyal bones, and the country is lucky to have a knife to make a monument."

"Master Wu, you can go with peace of mind. I will do my best to fulfill my promise."

Zhang Yu stuck the ghost-head sword in front of the mound and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)