Chapter 134: Flying Star Gate

Chapter 134: Flying Star Gate

Chapter 134: Flying Star Gate

Shiping Moon Cave.

A few wisps of mountain breeze blew over, and two people were chatting in front of the plum blossom pile.

It was autumn in September and there was still no rain, but the autumn sun was not as scorching as before, and it seemed a bit old.

The world is ever-changing, the seasons change, and it's time for the old to be replaced by the new.

But the Demon Cult produced Dongfang Bubai, who was like the scorching sun in the sky.

Over the past decade, this world has been severely suppressed, and now it is somewhat of a transitional period.

Hua Jian and Yue Jian wore white cloud-silk skirts, green silk belts, and held long swords upside down. The two sisters looked similar, but their styles of doing things were very different. One was quiet and the other was active; one was steady and the other was impatient; one was tactful and considerate to others and the other had not yet understood the world.

Cai Zhongwen came over and said politely, "Greetings, Miss Hua Jian and Miss Yue Jian."

Hua Jian returned the greeting and said, "Master Cai, you and I are both former members of Yunshui Hall. Now we both serve you, and our positions are equal, so there is no need to be polite."

There are only three flag masters in Yunyutan, and their identities are the same, but Huajian and Yuejian are close attendants of Xiangzhu, so their status is naturally different.

Yue Jian went aside to think about his sword moves.

"I have a rough personality. If I have been inconsiderate, please say a few good words to the adults."

"You are in charge of the altar's religious affairs, and the master trusts you the most. Why do you say this?"

Cai Zhongwen shook his head and said, "I have been digging mines with my master since I was a child, and I am good at dealing with stones. I am really unsure about managing so many people and so many things. The rules of the Divine Religion are strict. I am afraid that if something goes wrong, I will fail the trust of the adults."

Zhang Yu sneaked into Tianyue Mountain alone and killed the leader and four elders like slaughtering pigs and sheep. Afterwards, with the help of inside and outside forces, hundreds of miners picked up simple weapons, broke through the gate of Suoyue Sect, and easily seized this foundation.

Having territory can stabilize people's hearts.

This unimaginably young incense master simply showed off his skills and won over Cai Zhongwen.

Hua Jian asked, "Are you here to see the adults?"

Cai Zhongwen scratched his head and said, "The affairs of the altar are very complicated. There are several matters that still need your decision."

Hua Jian walked to the stone wall and gently pulled a hanging rope.

"There's a little bell on the end of the string."

"If you have nothing to do, you will come down naturally."

Cai Zhongwen nodded and looked at the hundred-meter-high stone wall. It was smooth and straight, with no leverage. It would be extremely difficult to climb up and down without the help of any tools. This level of lightness skill was far better than flying over eaves and walking on walls. It was truly a magical skill.

"Swipe..."

Small pieces of rock fell from the sky.

The figure stepped on the stone wall and flew down quickly. In the blink of an eye, it landed in front of the three people.

Zhang Yu was wearing a white robe, a black belt made of python skin, his long hair was tied behind his head with a hemp rope, and he had two weapons on his waist.

One sword at a time.

Judging from the leather sheath alone, the Chuhong sword sheath is old and gray, while the knife sheath is glittering with jewels.

Cai Zhongwen hurried forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Cai is in trouble?"

"There are some matters in the altar that I have no idea about, so I can only come here to bother you, sir."

Cai Zhongwen was originally just a flag leader. He was good at exploring mineral veins and had a chivalrous heart. He could win the hearts of the people at the grassroots level, but his ability to command the overall situation was limited. Currently, there were too few trustworthy and available people in the Yunyu Altar, so he had to force the issue.

Hua Jian took out a handkerchief from his bosom and placed it on a plum blossom stake.

Zhang Yu sat on it and said with a smile, "You can talk."

Cai Zhongwen knew Zhang Yu's style of doing things. He liked to get straight to the point, had many creative ideas, and could solve problems from angles that ordinary people could not expect.

"The first thing is that the Divine Cult will take over all of the Suoyue Sect's assets in Luyang, including twelve mines, two salt wells, a restaurant, seven shops, eight hundred acres of land, and a riverside manor."

"How should these industries be run? Can the original workers be retained? And the strong miners, most of whom have become disciples of the cult, how can we recruit more people? How can we set wage standards?"

Cai Zhongwen asked several difficult questions in a row, then glanced at Zhang Yu secretly. Seeing that he looked normal, he felt relieved.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Go on."

"The second thing is that after elimination and selection, there are now 500 formal disciples in the Cloud Rain Temple. The weapons are varied and not fully equipped. Apart from the original brothers of the Divine Religion, most of the disciples of the Locking Moon Sect are waiting and watching, and are not completely reliable. The miners only have brute force, which is not enough for a short period of time. If the orthodox sects in Guanzhong attack, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

Zhang Yu asked, "Anything else?"

Cai Zhongwen said: "Sir, the most important things right now are these two matters."

Zhang Yu asked again: "Which one is the most urgent?"

Cai Zhongwen thought for a moment and said, "The second one."

Zhang Yu took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms, on which were densely written words in ink.

"It's a letter."

"Send 18 copies to the martial arts sects on the list, in order, one copy every other day."

After Cai Zhongwen read it, his expression suddenly changed: "Sir, do you want to send this letter...?"

"All of them."

Cai Zhongwen was a little confused. The content of the letter did not seem to solve the problem, but rather added fuel to the fire.

"Huashan Sect, will the Nangong family also send it?"

"I will deliver it as you wish."

...........................

A fast horse galloped past outside Nan'an City.

Five or six miles west of the city, there is a large manor by the river.

Hundreds of houses are distributed on both sides, connected by a wooden bridge in the middle.

The river water was brown and yellow, with several dead fish floating on the shore and a fishy smell.

The county magistrate was very polite to the owner of the manor and no one dared to say anything. The people in the city could only go to farther places to fetch water.

The rider stopped at the gate of the manor and looked at the plaque.

"Flying Star Gate!"

In the lobby, the owner of the manor, who had a dark complexion, thick arms, and thick calluses on his palms, seemed to have practiced martial arts, and he personally took the letter from the messenger.

The ink characters of "Sun Moon Divine Sect" on the envelope were particularly eye-catching.

He took out the letter.

"Respectfully presented by Mr. Fang of Feixing Sect, Yunyutan..."

"Since we are neighbors in Guanzhong, we should make peace with Qin and Jin; and since we are in Wulin, we should put an end to the calamity of war."

"Let's put aside the dispute over ideas for now. I have only one thing to tell you, gentlemen in Guanzhong."

"Those who have imprisoned the disciples of the Divine Religion should be released immediately and forgiven. If you delay, they will take the initiative and destroy the entire clan and sect, and it will be too late to regret."

After reading the letter, Fang Mengxiong gave it to the four elders around him for circulation.

He asked, "The Demon Cult wants us to send people. What do you think?"

"Absolutely not!"

The young man glared at the messenger, who was none other than Liu Xuan, the eldest son of the Suo Yue Sect who was walking outside and had escaped the disaster.

He came to join Feixing Sect five days ago, hoping to persuade Fang Mengxiong to take up the lead in attacking the group of evil cultists that had seized Tianyue Mountain.

"The people in the Demon Cult have always been unfaithful, cruel and tyrannical. They are also good at sweet talk and stirring up trouble. The disaster of the Suoyue Sect is just around the corner. Fang Shibo should contact the Huashan Sect, the Righteous Alliance and other fellow martial artists as soon as possible to jointly attack the Yunyu Altar and eliminate this cancer for Guanzhong. Don't be appeasement!"

His words immediately caused dissatisfaction among several elders of Feixing Sect.

"How our sect acts is decided by the sect leader, and it is not the turn of others to comment. If Young Master Liu wants to avenge his father, he can go to Tianyue Mountain to fight the Demon Sect. Why do you have to drag Feixing Sect to block swords and guns for you?" "What Elder Ma said is right. If the Demon Sect does not attack, we will take the initiative to cause trouble. Isn't that courting disaster?"

"They destroyed the Suoyue Sect in one day. How could they be easy to deal with?"

"I heard that the Suoyue Sect captured many disciples of the Demon Sect and tortured them, which angered Black Wood Cliff. Dongfang Bubai personally dispatched experts to punish Liu Chan."

"We have only captured five or six demon cultists. They are only sentenced to hard labor, which is not considered abuse. It is fine to return them to save the trouble of guarding them."

Feixingmen was founded by Fang Mengxiong and his two sworn brothers.

He was the head of the sect, and the other two were elders, each of them having a say in the sect.

Fang Mengxiong looked at the disciples of the Demon Sect in the hall. They were not very tall, but they held their heads high and chests puffed out, looking very imposing and without any fear at all.

From this, we can see that the evil cult occupying Tianyue Mountain is definitely not the remnants of Yunshuitang who colluded with the miners to start an uprising as Liu Xuan said, and succeeded by chance and has become a force to be reckoned with.

"Uncle Fang, please listen to what I have to say."

Seeing that Feixing Sect was so discouraged by a letter, Liu Xuan immediately knelt on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

"Let's not talk about the friendship between you and my father. For you, Nan'an is close to Luyang. The Demon Cult will first go to Feixing Sect in order to expand. If you don't make plans early, I'm afraid you will repeat the mistakes of the Suoyue Sect."

Fang Mengxiong nodded slightly. What Liu Xuan said made sense.

The elders of the sect, out of their deep-rooted fear of the Sun Moon Divine Sect and confused by the letter, wanted to keep things peaceful. As the head of a sect, he had to make long-term plans.

The messenger stood at the bottom of the hall and said loudly: "Master Fang, the letter has been delivered. I will go back to report to the incense master. Goodbye!"

He turned around and was about to leave, but heard a loud shout.

"What kind of place is Feixingmen? How can you just leave like that?"

Liu Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, made up his mind, jumped up, drew out his long sword, and chopped at the back of the neck of the demon cult messenger.

"I'll kill you for Mr. Fang!"

The 'Impermanence Soul-Seeking' in the Locking Moon Sword Technique is all about taking the opponent by surprise. If the sword strikes down on that person, his head will surely be chopped off, and even gods cannot save him.

"not good!"

Elder Ma raised his hands, activated his internal strength, and two iron balls shot out from his sleeves, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The masters of Feixing Sect are good at using hidden weapons. Ma Wenjing's "Broken Bone Iron Ball" is not known for its lethality, but for its high accuracy, which can be very effective at critical moments.

'puff! '

The iron ball hit his shoulder. Liu Xuan groaned, and endured the pain of the broken bone. He still did not stop and chopped down with the blade.

He left no room for retreat once he made his move and would not stop until he killed the cult's messenger.

'when! ’

Another iron ball then hit the blade.

When the long knife was close to the neck, it deviated five inches away.

Blood splattered.

A bloody arm flew out and landed in the hall.

The demon cult messenger fell in a pool of blood, screaming in agony. He tried to hold his shoulder, but blood gushed out like a fountain.

Ma Wenjing rushed to the hall and pressed a few acupoints on him to temporarily stop the bleeding.

The demon cult messenger was pale and had passed out due to excessive blood loss.

Ma Wenjing glared at Liu Xuan and said to the headmaster, "His life is saved for now!"

"That's good."

Fang Mengxiong then realized that he was sweating all over his back and he quickly asked someone to carry him to the hospital for treatment.

He sat back in the armchair, his face gloomy, looking at Liu Xuan who was covering her shoulders.

"As the saying goes, when two armies are at war, they don't kill the messengers."

"He was a demon cult messenger. If he was killed on the battlefield, no one would say anything and would even praise him as a hero."

"You attacked and killed him in the lobby of my Feixing Sect. This is against the moral principles of the martial arts world!"

Liu Xuan sneered in his heart. He did not regret it. Although he did not kill the man, most of Feixingmen’s retreat route was cut off by that knife.

"Uncle, please forgive me."

He quickly put down his sword, knelt down to apologize, and kowtowed three times.

"My nephew was so angry that he forgot the occasion. He only remembered that all the orthodox people should attack the Demon Sect together. He forgot that this was Feixing Sect's territory and he should have asked for permission before taking action."

He grabbed the hilt of the knife with his left hand and handed it to Fang Mengxiong, saying with great fear and trepidation: "Now that a disaster has occurred, how about...how about you kill my nephew and send his head to Tianyue Mountain to apologize to the Demon Cult?"

Elder Ma stood aside and sneered, "If you have such intention, why don't you commit suicide to apologize?"

Liu Xuan acted as if she didn't hear anything. She knelt on the ground with her head raised, looking at Fang Mengxiong like a dog.

Fang Mengxiong was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he smiled and helped him up, saying: "Nephew, go and recover first, and we will discuss the attack on Tianyue Mountain later."

"Thank you for not killing me!"

Liu Xuan stood up with a smile and left the lobby with his men.

He is affiliated with Feixing Sect and is not alone. He is accompanied by more than 30 experts from Suoyue Sect.

When Ma Wenjing saw the people from the Suoyue Sect leaving, he said to Fang Mengxiong, "This is a wolf cub with evil intentions. If he stays in Feixing Sect, he will cause trouble for us sooner or later!"

Fang Mengxiong thought to himself, Liu Chan has a kind face but a wicked heart, he is domineering and ruthless, and he is considered a big shot in Guanzhong. In the past, I only heard that Master Pan who was exiled to Shenyue Valley was quite capable, but I didn't expect that the one who inherited the true teachings was this master.

"What does Elder Ma mean?"

Ma Wenjing made a 'kill' gesture and sneered, "Be more straightforward and do as he wishes!"

Fang Mengxiong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This will give fellow martial artists an excuse to accuse us. After some time, if the Demon Cult does not make any moves, we can find a reason to drive him out of Nan'an."

Ma Wenjing frowned and said, "What about the envoy from Yunyu Hall? Should we send someone to Tianyue Mountain to explain?"

Fang Mengxiong said softly: "Send him back to Tianyue Mountain after his injuries stabilize. Good and evil cannot coexist. Why do you need to explain?"

"What if the Demon Cult causes trouble?"

Fang Mengxiong sighed and said, "Don't give those 'Fire Thunder Seeds' to the Qin Palace yet. If the Demon Cult attacks, immediately send them to the disciples to fight them. As for those people from the Suoyue Sect, appease them for now. They will also be a help."

Ma Wenjing smiled and said, "The headmaster is still far-sighted. If the demon sect attacks, let Liu Xuan take the lead. If nothing happens, drive him away from Feixingmen."

A courtyard on the west side of Feixing Gate.

Liu Xuan sat on the chair, took off her outer robe, and had a blank expression on her face.

A skilled fighter from the Suoyue Sect took out the medicine bottle and opened the cork. Inside was a grayish-white ointment that exuded a refreshing scent.

"The old man is so cruel!"

There were bruises all over the right shoulder, with the skin and flesh torn in the middle.

He frowned slightly as he applied the ointment.

Ma Wenjing acted hastily, using only 60% of his strength. The iron ball did not break his bones, but only caused some flesh injuries.

Compared to the revenge of the annihilation of the entire family, this little pain is nothing.

"Fang Mengxiong pretends to be righteous, but he is actually the same kind of person as Ma Wenjing, and neither of them dares to fight against the evil cult."

"Master, do you mean that we should leave Feixing Gate?"

Liu Xuan sneered, put on his robe, and looked at his confidants.

"Feixingmen has a lot of good things. We can leave, but we can't leave empty-handed!"

(End of this chapter)