Chapter 109 Fellow Sect

Chapter 109 Fellow Sect

Chapter 109 Fellow Sect
"Okay! Let me see how domineering you are!" Cheng Peixin retreated to Yu Zhaotong's side, "Yu Zhaotong! Did you hear me?! Tonight we will use the Moon Pointing Mysterious Light and the Earth Fire Purple Gold Furnace to teach them a lesson!"

Yu Zhaotong was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw the purple gold furnace into the air, and the treasure began to rotate gently in front of his chest.

Cheng Peixin smiled at him: "Yu——"

But the next moment, Yu Zhaotong suddenly raised his right hand and hit his left hand hard. His entire left hand snapped and immediately turned into a bloody mess. He then took the purple gold furnace back into his hand and quickly stepped away from Cheng Peixin, gasping in pain: "I'm broken, I'm broken, I really don't have a sword with me, swordsmen, is this okay?"

Cheng Peixin's eyes widened: "You!"

Yu Zhaotong didn't look at her and slowly retreated into the mist: "Master Cheng, don't blame me... I was just standing up for Zhao Kui, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. What else can I do? We are all family, why do we have to fight to the death? Master Cheng, just admit your mistakes. This... I will go back to heal my wounds first. It's all a misunderstanding. It has nothing to do with the sect!"

The three swordsmen watched coldly, and none of them stopped him. When Yu Zhaotong's figure disappeared in the mist, Lu Renxia jumped down from the treetop. At this time, Li Wuxiang also saw her face clearly - she looked to be in her thirties, and unlike when she was talking, her face looked very kind, like a street vendor selling breakfast. She was wearing tight clothes, and her hair was wrapped in a red scarf. If she took off the long sword at her waist, she would really look inconspicuous at first glance.

But at this moment, the small sword in her right hand was humming. She walked to Cheng Peixin's side and stopped six or seven steps away. She looked into the temple carefully and laughed, "What a handsome guy. I thought Lao Zeng only liked rough men like him. Junior Brother Li, this grudge is yours. What do you think we should do with her?"

"You are too arrogant!" Cheng Peixin shouted angrily, raised her hand, held the finger to the moon in the night sky, and opened her hand again, wanting to pick the bright moon in the sky. But before she closed her hand, a sword light came out from Lu Renxia's hand and went straight to her hand. Cheng Peixin quickly retracted her hand, moved two steps sideways with the wind, and went to pick the moon again.

But a sword light also stabbed at her from Helian Ji's hand, forcing her to retract her hand, move again, and reach out to the night sky for the third time.

At this time, the third sword light came out from the roof, which was countless times more powerful than the ones from Lu Renjia and Helian Ji. Cheng Peixin screamed, and a bloody hole was immediately pierced in the palm of her hand. The sword line was pulled up again, cutting her palm in half!

Cheng Peixin tightly grasped her right hand, her face pale, but she bit her lips tightly to muffle another scream, and raised her finger towards Cheng Shengfei, and the white silk that trapped her immediately flew back and lingered around her. She shouted again: "Go!"

The white silk was split into three parts, like a white snake hidden in the mist, and shot towards the three swordsmen. Lu Renxia and Helian Ji immediately released their flying swords, stabbing the tip of the white silk. The sword light was like the beak of a fighting snake, causing the white silk to dart left and right, changing its position, but they could not get close to it.

The one that shot towards Pan Muyun on the roof was even faster and more fierce, creating countless afterimages in midair, sweeping over like a net. Pan Muyun snorted and raised his hand to fire his sword!

The sword light was tinged with blood and passed through the afterimages directly. It found one of them and a burst of blood light appeared. Countless afterimages disappeared. The white silk released by Cheng Peixin was broken into countless silk ribbons, which slowly fell to the ground like fireworks in the sky.

The flying sword continued to move forward, heading straight for Cheng Peixin's other hand. She panicked at this moment, and there was no way to avoid it. But a long sword blocked her at this moment, and the flying sword hit the sword with a clang. The front half of the long sword immediately shattered into a piece of crystal light, leaving countless small blood marks on Cheng Peixin's upper body.

Cheng Shengfei stood in front of Cheng Peixin holding the broken sword, with a sad expression: "Sect Master Li!"

After shouting this, he threw away the sword in his hand and knelt on the ground: "Three swordsmen! My master was bewitched by Zhao Kui and did something wrong. She...she..."

Lu Renjia sneered: "If everyone says that they were bewitched by some treacherous person or evil thoughts, then everyone is right, right? Little girl, stand up. It is your master who did evil, and it has nothing to do with you!"

The scars on Cheng Peixin's face slowly began to bleed, making her upper body look like a bloody person. She shouted at Cheng Shengfei, "Go away! Go back to the temple!"

Cheng Shengfei knelt on the ground and turned to look at her: "Master! Admit your mistake!"

Cheng Peixin raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face and stared at her with a pair of shining eyes: "Go back!"

Cheng Shengfei looked at her for a moment, then suddenly picked up the broken sword on the ground and put it across his neck, looking at Li Wuxiang: "Master Li, how about using my life to exchange for my master's life?"

Lu Renjia frowned: "Little girl, are you stupid? Your master——"

"She is not my master, she is my mother... As a daughter, it is only natural for me to sacrifice my mother's life, Sect Master!"

Lu Renjia stopped talking, looked at Li Wuxiang, and then at Pan Muyun on the roof.

So Pan Muyun jumped down and sighed, "Little girl, she is your mother, it doesn't make sense. If a wicked person gives birth to a hundred children, wouldn't that mean a hundred more lives? This is not natural. However, killing parents in front of their children is indeed not the way of the Sword Sect. Junior Brother Li--"

He turned to look at Li Wuxiang: "What do you want to do?"

During this short time, Li Wuxiang kept wondering why these three swordsmen came to Deyang tonight. Did they hear that Zeng Jianqiu had taught him the flying sword technique? Or did they hear that he had killed the True Form Taoist Xu Daosheng in Ranshan? Or was it for Guang Chanzi?

When he heard Pan Muyun ask this question, he couldn't help but wonder, how should he answer to satisfy them?
But when he saw Pan Muyun's bright eyes again, and the gazes of the other two people, he put all these thoughts aside, and decided to follow his own heart this time.

He took a step forward and stood on the steps in front of the Martial Temple. He thought silently for a while, then looked up at Cheng Peixin.

"Master Cheng, I think the most difficult thing in this world is not to kill or save people, but to follow your own heart. You think you are justified in helping Zhao Kui kill me. But now, you probably just think that you are not as skilled as others and have bad luck. I know I can't argue with you about right or wrong in these things."

"But there is one thing you should know better than anyone else what to do - Miss Cheng is now planning to use her life to exchange for yours. Put aside your anger and think whether she should die for you? Or, tonight you should have the courage to not bow your head and let her see you die under my sword, and then let her feel grief and guilt for the rest of her life. Is that what you, as a mother and master, should do?"

Cheng Peixin opened her mouth and slowly lowered her eyes to look at Cheng Shengfei. Her right hand, which had been cut in half, was shaking violently.

Li Wuxiang sighed, "You wanted to harm me, but you failed, so I don't want your life. Master Cheng, if you give up your cultivation, you can still enjoy decades of family happiness. Moreover, even if Miss Cheng didn't help me, I would only suffer more and delay for a little longer, and I would still kill Zhao Kui and escape. Do you believe it? But at that time, it will definitely not be just you giving up your cultivation."

Cheng Peixin raised her face and looked at the sky, her body trembling. Then she took a deep breath and looked down at Cheng Peixin: "Fei'er, you want to be a swordsman, right?"

Cheng Shengfei was stunned for a moment, and moved the broken sword from his neck: "Mother..."

Cheng Peixin smiled sadly and looked at Li Wuxiang: "Li Wuxiang, my daughter is not like me. If I give up my cultivation, she can't stay in Feiyun Temple. With her temperament, I'm afraid she will have a miserable life in Tianxin Sect. Can you teach her to be a swordsman?"

The three looked at Li Wuxiang, and Li Wuxiang nodded: "I thought before that she and Brother Zeng have similar temperaments."

"Okay." Lu Renjia said loudly, "This little girl is brave. As long as she is willing, I will take her with me."

The silk threads made of white silk on the ground suddenly jumped up and turned into strands of white light that gathered towards Cheng Peixin's head. The next moment, they passed through her limbs and bones, and were all dyed blood red!

Cheng Peixin uttered a short scream and collapsed to the ground. Cheng Shengfei rushed over: "Mom!"

Cheng Peixin slowly exhaled a trembling breath, raised her hand to touch her hair, and pressed her forehead: "Go... don't have any resentment... if you really love me as a mother, then become a swordsman... mother, only then can... live to old age in the sect..." She fainted. Cheng Shengfei immediately hugged her, whimpered for a while, and then slowly raised his face to look at Li Wuxiang: "Sect Master, I will take her back to the temple. Guo Jianming... I will find a way to pull him out, and I will ask my mother what to do..."

"Okay. I'll come to see you later." Li Wuxiang walked to her side, but felt he didn't know what to say, so he just sighed slightly.

As she slowly walked away in the mist, the three swordsmen gathered around Li Wuxiang and exchanged glances with each other. Then Pan Muyun said, "Let's find a place to talk."

Helian Ji smiled and said, "Where can we go at this time? Third brother, I have some good things in my basket. It's behind the temple. Let's find a place to sit down."

Pan Muyun nodded: "Okay."

Behind the Wu Temple was a forest, where people often walked, so the ground under the forest was very clean, with only some grass and fallen leaves. The four of them found a flat piece of land, Pan Muyun put down his burden, took out a small jar of wine from the cargo box, and took out three oil paper packages. After unfolding them, they saw a package of preserved fruits, a package of raisins, and a package of stewed goose.

They sat cross-legged, and Helian Ji uncorked the small wine jar and handed it to Pan Muyun and Lu Renjia, who both shook their heads. He then handed it to Li Wuxiang, who also shook his head. Helian Ji smiled, raised his head and took a sip.

Lu Renjia picked up a goose leg and ate it. Pan Muyun grabbed a handful of raisins and chewed them. "This year's is not bad."

Helian Ji laughed and said, "I'll bring you two packs when I leave."

Pan Muyun nodded and looked at Li Wuxiang: "The three of us are not often around Deyang. I have been in Cangshan for the past two years, your Senior Sister Lu is in Huaiyuan, your Senior Brother Helian is in Yongquan, and your Senior Brother Zeng is in Deyang."

Li Wuxiang had asked Cheng Shengfei about the big cities near Deyang these days, and learned that Cangshan, Huaiyuan, and Yongquan were all around Deyang, about 20 days away, and they surrounded Deyang. So the swordsmen actually have their own territories? No, that's not right, it should be the range of their activities.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes, I have seen you. I heard that you are the successor." Pan Muyun lowered his head to pick up the thin stems of the raisins and put them into his mouth. "According to our rules, when there is another swordsman, people around will come to see him. Not just you, but everyone will come to see how he does things, so that they won't make a mistake alone. And by the way, ask if there is anything they can help with."

He smiled and said, "You know, ordinary people don't become swordsmen, most of them have problems. People who have the mentality to become swordsmen will definitely be in trouble in this world."

"We have inquired in Deyang these days, and Junior Brother Zeng was right. As for what happened tonight, we don't know much. I didn't expect Master Cheng to confront you. Is it because of Xu Daosheng or Zhao Kui?"

Li Wuxiang thought for a moment and said, "It's Zhao Kui. Brother Zeng should have told you about him. This time, it's because -"

Pan Muyun raised his hand gently: "Then there is no need to say anything, you naturally have your reasons. We can also see that she is in the wrong."

He looked at Li Wuxiang again: "Do you think that destroying her cultivation is too light or too heavy a punishment?"

Li Wuxiang sighed, "She is not very smart, but she is much kinder than Zhao Kui. To her, abandoning her cultivation is no different from death."

Pan Muyun nodded, "Your Senior Brother Helian said that we swordsmen are overbearing. It's not that we want to be overbearing. It's just that if we don't do that, there are too many people in this world who don't know how to advance or retreat. Swordsmen don't take lives lightly, but the lesson must be enough to scare people. It would be best if Master Cheng learned his lesson this time and returned to the sect to abide by the rules. But if the Tianxin Sect wants to cause trouble, just come to us."

"As for that little girl..." He looked at Lu Renjia.

Lu Renjia picked up another goose leg and looked at Li Wuxiang: "I am the same as her. My parents both died at the hands of the swordsman. If she can let it go, I will take her away. If she can't let it go, I will come back to ask her in two years."

Li Wuxiang nodded.

Helian Ji patted his arm and smiled at him with a drunken smell: "Little Junior Brother, don't be so restrained. If you have anything to do or anything you want to ask, just tell me."

Do I look restrained? Li Wuxiang paused for a moment, then realized that maybe in other people's eyes, I do.

In his previous life, the world was not as evil as this one, but because of his profession, he could not have close relationships with others. In this life, because of all the secrets he had, he dared not confide in others.

But tonight... Junior Brother? He did feel a rare warmth. So he smiled and said, "I... Senior Brother Zeng should have told you about me——"

"Well, you told us not to ask too many questions. But I know you don't seem to know much about the world?" Pan Muyun smiled, "This is not uncommon. There are often some ordinary people who are confused when they get started, so I brought this."

He took out a booklet from his bosom, which was about the thickness of a finger, and handed it to Li Wuxiang: "Take a look at this thing, almost everything you need to know is in it, and what is not in it, you will slowly learn by yourself in the future."

Li Wuxiang took it in his hand and read it. It was a thread-bound book with three words written on the cover: Shijie Ji. He flipped it open and took a quick look. He saw that it was all about mountains and rivers, geography, local customs, and common sense of cultivation. It was indeed what he urgently needed to know.

Zeng Jianqiu told them not to ask too many questions, and they really didn't ask too many questions. He sighed in his heart and put away the Shijie Collection: "Is Senior Brother Zeng okay?"

The three of them exchanged glances quickly, and Pan Muyun spoke up, "He has something to do. As for whether it's a good idea, how should I put it? Since he's a swordsman, he should be considered a good idea. Now that we've met you, let's go and help him."

It seemed inconvenient to tell him what Zeng Jianqiu and the others were going to do. So Li Wuxiang didn't plan to ask more questions, and thought for a while: "When I was in Ranshan a few days ago, I heard from Xu Daosheng that the True Form Dao had captured a swordsman."

When he said this, he was considering one thing in his mind - Xu Daosheng went to find the Ranshan Illusion, saying that it was for You Jiuyuan. Now the illusion is here with him. If the swordsman knew about this, what would he do with something that seemed to be very important, such as the "Ranshan Illusion"? Ask for it from him? It didn't seem to be their style.

But if this matter is not mentioned, it seems...

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw the expressions of the three people when they heard what he said.

There was no big change on her face, as if she already knew it. But there was another look on her face, as if she had something to hide, something she didn't want to reveal to him...

A number of seemingly unrelated details were tangled together in his mind. Li Wuxiang was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "He... is going to save people?"

Pan Muyun glanced at the other two, sighed, and nodded: "That fellow disciple is called Lou He, he introduced Senior Brother Zeng to the sect, so he can be considered his master. But we are not in a master-disciple relationship. Your Senior Sister Lu has something else to do, so your Senior Brother Helian and I plan to help him get the person out. Otherwise, I think he is ready to sacrifice his life for the cause."

　4700 words! My heart is bleeding. If I could extract 700 words from it, I could save them for tomorrow’s draft!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)