Chapter 124: Jade Hairpin Entering the Temple

Chapter 124: Jade Hairpin Entering the Temple

Chapter 124: Jade Hairpin Entering the Temple
The girl walked quickly out of Zhengqi Hall and walked straight towards the Jade Maiden Temple.

The handsome men in Guanzhong raised their heads to look at the woman in the green skirt. They had heard that Sect Leader Yue of Huashan had an only daughter. When they saw her today, they found that she was indeed extremely beautiful, with an elegant figure, charming eyes and a lot of spirituality.

She walked into the shed and looked at a certain place.

Ning Zhongze was a little surprised: "Shan'er, why are you willing to come out?"

Yue Lingshan came to her senses and found that her senior brother was injured and his face was pale.

"I came to watch the Senior Brother's martial arts competition. Is it over?"

Ning Zhongze shook his head and looked at the stone platform. The battle between Yue Buqun and Nangong Huang was about to break out.

Linghu Chong forced a smile and said, "Little Junior Sister, why don't you ask me if I won?"

Yue Lingshan was in a particularly good mood and chuckled, "Why are you asking? That Nangong Cang is definitely no match for Senior Brother."

Linghu Chong covered his abdomen and laughed loudly, "No one knows me better than Junior Sister. I am happier to hear you say this than if I had drunk ten kilograms of fine wine."

Ning Zhongze sighed and said, "Chong'er, you are still too kind to others. If you hadn't shown mercy, why would you have been ambushed by him? You got hurt. However, although Nangong Cang is a despicable person, he is still a righteous man in the martial arts world. We are on the stage. As the host, you should show mercy. But in the future, when you travel in the martial arts world and meet people from the Demon Sect, you must not be merciful to avoid being harmed by them."

Linghu Chong nodded and said, "Master's wife taught me this, I will remember it."

Upon hearing this, Yue Lingshan's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

She pinched the corner of her clothes and whispered, "Mom, not all people in the Demon Cult are bad, right?"

Ning Zhongze glanced at her and said, "Once you join the Demon Sect, even if you have a good nature, if you stay in the mud for a long time, you will inevitably be stained with blood. You must not have unrealistic expectations of them. Shan'er, you are still young, you need to observe and think more."

Yue Lingshan looked down at the tip of her shoe, seeming a little unhappy.

Seeing his mistress's eyes on the ring, Linghu Chong whispered, "Little Junior Sister, I think what you said makes sense. There are many cowards in the righteous path, and there are heroes in the unorthodox paths."

Yue Lingshan glanced at her mother secretly and a smile appeared on her face.

Ning Zhongze shook his head slightly. The younger generation of disciples had seen little and had never witnessed the bloody fights in the martial arts world. Swords and knives were scary, but people's words were even more terrifying. The former could destroy a person's flesh and blood, while the latter could ruin a person's reputation. Both could cause a person to be doomed and unable to stand in the world.

Good and evil cannot coexist. This natural chasm is not so easy to cross.

"Young Master Linghu, my shopkeeper said that Young Master Linghu is a wine lover and that wine is a good medicine for healing. He specially asked me to bring you a gourd of good wine."

Linghu Chong was addicted to alcohol, and when he heard the other party say this, he felt that he was a close friend: "Who is the shopkeeper of your restaurant?"

The man said, "Zhang Liyu from Ping An Inn."

Yue Lingshan was hesitating in her heart. She looked up and saw the black-clothed boy who was serving wine. He had long thin eyebrows and a pretty fair face. When she looked at him more carefully, she suddenly felt something strange.

Linghu Chong took the yellow gourd, uncorked it and smelled the rich aroma. He took a big gulp and said happily, "It is really good wine. Good wine. I have never tasted such a strong wine. Thank you, the shopkeeper, for me."

The black-clothed servant did not wait for the yellow gourd. He glanced at Yue Lingshan with a smile and returned to the other end of the shed.

On the stone platform.

Four palms facing each other.

The powerful true energy swept in all directions, and the martial arts people who were close to the stone platform retreated one after another and returned to the shed.

There were a few unlucky guys who had weaker skills and walked slowly, and were knocked off balance by the surging true energy. They fell several times like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind, looking in a miserable state.

Nangong Huang comes from a family with profound knowledge and is a well-known master.

Although his inner strength realm remains at the acquired perfection, after years of continuous polishing, coupled with the family heirloom "Scorching Sun Storm Breathing", the power he can unleash in a short period of time should not be underestimated.

"Mr. Nangong, are you still not admitting defeat?"

Yue Buqun's face was filled with purple air, and his sleeves were filled with strong winds.

Nangong Huang stepped out his feet on the stone platform. He tried his best to resist, but still retreated step by step. In terms of the competition of true Qi alone, he was indeed no match for the Xiantian realm.

Nangong Huang sneered, "Master Yue, do you think I'm going to lose?"

Yue Buqun chuckled and said, “You are so confident that I thought you had broken through to the Xiantian realm. But now it seems that you haven’t.”

Nangong Huang forced a smile and said, "The internal strength level does not necessarily determine the outcome. The acquired level may not be able to defeat the innate level. Sect Leader Yue, if you, a master of the innate level, lose, you will lose face in front of your fellow martial artists in Guanzhong."

Yue Buqun remained calm and composed: "Unfortunately, being stubborn won't change the outcome."

When the Zixia magic skill is first unleashed, it is vague and as soft as clouds, but it accumulates power and is extremely tenacious, eventually becoming overwhelming and unstoppable.

The longer the time, the greater Yue Buqun's advantage.

The outcome has been decided, it's just a matter of time.

Zhang Yu stared at the stage intently. Being able to watch the fight between two masters at such a close distance, this trip to Mount Huashan was worth it.

An acquired master like Nangong Huang is at his prime, with a perfect realm, vigorous blood and powerful strength. He is by no means comparable to someone like Wei Qianxing who is on the decline.

"How strange."

Yue Jian retracted his gaze: "Boss, what are you wondering about?"

Zhang Yu said slowly: "The Huashan Sect is known for its Qigong, especially Yue Buqun's Zixia Magical Art, which is the top-notch internal energy in the martial arts world. Nangong Huang must be from Guanzhong and he knows that he is famous for his swordsmanship. Why did he give up his strengths and use his weaknesses to compete in internal energy? Could it be..."

He suddenly remembered the conversation between two people he heard in the woods last night. It seemed that Yue Buqun, who was at the Xiantian realm, had an illegitimate origin and his realm was not stable, posing great hidden dangers.

Yue Jian asked curiously, "What?"

Zhang Yu didn't say anything.

Yue Jian snorted softly. She was very curious and hated it most when people spoke half-sentences. Zhang Yu was always like that, which made her feel very uneasy.

Yue Jian suddenly asked, "Isn't that strange?"

Zhang Yu asked, "What's strange?"

Yue Jian chuckled but said nothing.

Zhang Yu stopped asking.

Yue Jian waited for a moment and then said, "Shopkeeper, that girl is really weird?"

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Yue Jian couldn't help but say, "I mean, Miss Yue always looks this way. She has looked at me at least eight times since I brought the wine back. Do you think...she has fallen in love with me?"

Zhang Yu looked towards Ning Zhongze, and the girl in green skirt looked over. Their eyes met in the air. He smiled gently, and seeing the pair of eyes that appeared in his dreams for many nights, Yue Lingshan lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly.

Yue Jian was still sighing, "This... this is such an evil fate! I am naturally beautiful, and I am a woman dressed as a man, so I am naturally more handsome than ordinary men. What if the daughter of Master Yue falls in love with me, what should I do?"

Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "Go and write the script."

"The scorching sun brings life!"

Nangong Huang's face was blood red, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became heavier, as if thunder was brewing in the dark clouds.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight fell on his brow, and his originally exhausted internal strength actually slowly grew a lot.

The dried-up pond has a source again.

"How is it possible? His inner strength is actually recovering."

Yue Buqun was unable to defeat his opponent for a while, and the two of them were deadlocked in the middle of the stone platform. He couldn't help feeling anxious.

Innate versus acquired, not only must one win, but one must win beautifully and neatly. Only in this way can one shock the heroes in Guanzhong and make them wholeheartedly support him as the leader of the Guanzhong martial arts world.

"We must not drag our feet any longer!"

Nangong Huang laughed and said, "Mr. Yue's Xiantian realm is only... so-so. I'm afraid this Xiantian mirror is not from a legitimate source."

"you wanna die!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun's eyes instantly turned sinister. This remark hit him sorely.

At this time, someone else said loudly: "How strange! Master Yue seems to be no match for Mr. Nangong."

"Isn't Mr. Yue a great master of the Xiantian realm?"

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Maybe he is just bragging."

"Boasting, the head of Huashan is highly respected, how could he do such a thing?"

"Anyway, we haven't seen a congenital master, but we only know one thing, congenital should be better than acquired, right?"

"Maybe he wants to cheat and become the leader of Guanzhong Wulin."

Those Qianmatang disciples started to make a loud noise, and these heart-piercing words naturally reached the stage.

Liang Fa came out with his sword in hand, glaring angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ma Chengzhou of Qianma Hall glanced at the disciples standing behind him and angrily scolded, "You ignorant villains, with low martial arts skills, have no idea about innateness or acquired nature, yet you are talking nonsense here. You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. It's ridiculous. Why don't you shut up quickly?"

Upon hearing this, the Qianma Hall disciples had no choice but to shut up.

"boom!"

There was a loud explosion on the stone platform.

The two men separated, each retreating about ten steps to the edge of the ring.

The two sides competed in internal strength, and Yue Buqun ultimately failed to defeat Nangong Huang, but just... ended up in a draw.

It's also a draw.

The draw of Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of Huashan, was open, honest, and chivalrous, which was three times more glorious than his victory over Nangong Cang.

There was something amiss in the draw between Yue Buqun, the leader of Mount Hua. It would be fine if he couldn't win in a competition of moves, but in a simple competition of internal strength, his innate strength couldn't beat his acquired strength. It was really weird to tell others about it.

"Oh no, Senior Brother's Huazhen Pill..."

Ning Zhongze stood up unconsciously. If he wanted to enter the innate realm, he needed to store a breath of innate true qi in his dantian. No martial artist in the world could jump over this dragon gate without great opportunity, great fortune and great aptitude.

There was originally a natural chasm between acquired and innate.

The Huazhen Pill was developed by several Qi Zong masters. It is equivalent to using external forces to cultivate a breath of innate Qi and build a bridge across this natural barrier. After three years of continuous taking of the pill to cultivate Qi, one can truly consolidate the realm and turn the virtual into the real, and the false into the true.

"In a competition, winning or losing is not a big deal. If you lose this innate energy, all your previous efforts will be wasted, your foundation will be damaged, and you will never have the chance to enter the innate realm again. That would be a disaster that would shake the foundation of Huashan Sect..."

Ning Zhongze pressed on the Jade Maiden Sword. She wanted to rush up to the stage immediately to stop the two parties from continuing the fight. However, in front of everyone, the innate fought against the acquired, and two against one. Such a move would definitely make the Huashan Sect a laughing stock in the martial arts world.

Zhang Yu saw it clearly, and combined with the conversation he heard in the woods last night, he thought to himself: "After all, it's not anyone else's fault. Yue Buqun is a famous martial arts master, but his martial arts foundation is not stable, and his state of mind is so bad, so he was taken advantage of. The Nangong family of Longxi is really amazing for their martial arts and calculations."

“Hahahaha, Sect Leader Yue’s Xiantian realm is only this good!”

Nangong Huang spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, but laughed triumphantly, as if he had already won.

"Nangong Huang, you're looking for death!"

Yue Buqun's hairpin and crown were blown off by the strong wind, his hair was scattered, and his face was mixed with black and purple air. He no longer had the elegant demeanor of a gentleman swordsman.

It's strange, it was clearly a draw, and if you counted carefully, he had the upper hand, but he felt like a loser.

"The fight isn't over yet!"

As soon as Yue Buqun finished speaking, he drew his sword, gathered his internal strength, ran towards Nangong Huang, and stabbed him swiftly.

"Taiyue Sanqing Peak!"

Nangong Huang quickly drew out his broad-backed sword and attacked.
A sword.

Two swords.

Each sword is twice as powerful as the previous one.

The third sword was extremely powerful, with the might of a mountain.

"what!"

The long sword pressed on the precious knife, and a huge force was transmitted from the sword. Nangong Huang's legs became weak and he fell to the ground. The sunlight between his eyebrows quickly became dim, and then two streams of blood spurted out of his nose. His eyes were also filled with bloodshot and gradually turned red. It was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury.

'Three Green Peaks of Taiyue' may seem calm and without too many changes in moves, but in fact it is in line with the true meaning of 'controlling the sword with Qi' of the Qi Sect, and is Yue Buqun's most proud martial art in his life.

Although Nangong Huangyi suffered internal injuries, he still managed to survive the third sword thanks to the unique martial arts skills inherited from his family.

When Yue Buqun saw that the 'Three Green Peaks of Taiyue' was also resisted by the opponent, he panicked and slashed his sword across. Nangong Huang quickly dodged backwards and escaped in a very embarrassed manner.

"Sun and Moon Cross Sword!"

Nangong Huang stood up, and using up his last bit of internal strength, he slashed out two powerful sword auras that crossed into a cross shape, sweeping away the tiny sand and gravel on the stage, rushing forward as if it were real.

"Sun and Moon Cross Sword?"

"Is this the unique skill of the Longxi Nangong family?"

"The Nangong family is worthy of being passed down for thousands of years. It is really amazing."

The cross-shaped blade energy was getting closer and closer, and Yue Buqun became more and more flustered, with all sorts of distracting thoughts...

If he lost to Nangong Huang, what would the Huashan disciples think? What would Qiu Qingshan think? What would the Guanzhong martial arts community think? What would Zuo Lengchan think? What would the Five Mountains Sword Sect think? What would the martial arts people think?
Yue Buqun waved his sword to block and hurriedly gathered his inner energy, but found that his tendons and veins were blocked and his circulation was not smooth, so the sword was weak and powerless. He smiled bitterly, having already anticipated his own end. He would die and his name would be forgotten, and Nangong Huang would become famous.

"Ding!"

A sword light blocked in front of him, flashing cold light continuously. With the resoluteness and fortitude of facing death fearlessly, he stabbed towards the intersection of the two sword auras. With a "bang", the cross of sun and moon dissipated, and the remaining sword aura dispersed in all directions.

"The Eighteenth Style of the Jade Maiden Sword - Jade Hairpin Entering the Temple."

Ning Zhongze stood motionless, holding the sword.

The two men knelt down on the ring one after another, exhausted and no longer able to fight.

Ning Zhongze turned around and helped Yue Buqun up: "Brother, how are you?"

Yue Buqun looked with red eyes at Nangong Huang who was sitting cross-legged on the stage meditating and regulating his breathing, and then looked at Ning Zhongze, his eyes seemed to have deeper meaning.

Ning Zhongze was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.

The two remained silent for a long time.

　I don't want to whet your appetite. Here are my personal opinions. I want to give the characters in the book independent personalities as much as possible, and make them not completely dependent on Zhang Yu. For example, Yue Lingshan and the gap between good and evil are not so easy to cross. The emotional foundation between the two sides did not come out of thin air. How can she fight against her other emotions, family affection, friendship, and even the childhood sweetheart relationship between her and Linghu Chong, which are opposed to the stance of the Sun Moon Sect.

　　In addition, in this book, I still think that love between men and women is not the only thing. Even if it exists, if it does not conform to the logic of development, it is best to leave the ribs to the ribs and the rice cakes to the rice cakes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)