Chapter 214: Southern Butterflies

Chapter 214: Southern Butterflies

Chapter 214: Southern Butterflies
Shu region, Qingcheng Mountain.

There are thousands of strange pines and nine boxes of Taoist scriptures.

"Wow~"

At dusk, several extremely handsome white cranes spread their wings and soared in the mountains, auspicious clouds and purple clouds rose, and the sound of cranes' calls reached the sky. In the distance, the Minjiang River was steaming with mist, and the lush greenery made the mountains and waters complement each other.

By practicing in such a Taoist paradise, one can finally abandon worldly desires, turn over a new leaf and start a new life.

"Qiang!"

"thorn rang~"

From all over the mountain, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from all directions.

The strange pines and huge rocks were originally good places for meditation and discussion, but now they have become martial arts training grounds.

Everyone in Shu knows that Yu the Dwarf on Mount Qingcheng is short, moody, but quite resourceful.

Since taking over Songfeng Temple, he has changed the style of his master Qingzi, who attacked on all sides, made enemies everywhere, and was not popular with anyone. He insisted on keeping a low profile, preparing for war, and actively participated in the righteous alliance, which greatly improved his reputation in the martial arts world.

In just ten years, the Emei Sect was forced to close its doors to visitors, and the world only knew that there was a Qingcheng Master Yu in Shu.
There is a small building behind Songfeng Temple, known as the Patriarch's Hall. The entire second floor is a martial arts training ground, and a portrait of Chang Qingzi hangs on the incense table in the middle.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

"Meteors are falling!"

……

Yu Canghai was wearing cloth shoes, his eyes slightly closed, and the long sword in his hand was waving around, shining with a cold light.

After a few moves.

He stopped and stood there, gesturing with his fingers in the air, saying, "What a strange thing, what a strange thing..."

Hearing the footsteps downstairs, the sadness on Yu Canghai's face gradually disappeared. He turned around and saw his only son standing in front of the door, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What do you want to say?"

Yu Renyan walked closer and asked hesitantly, "Dad, the Songfeng sword technique passed down by our ancestors is already enough, why are you still practicing this... useless sword technique that is not even a third-rate martial art?"

Yu Canghai snorted coldly: "Enough? Do you think so?"

Yu Renyan nodded and said, "The Songfeng Sword Technique of my sect is extremely powerful and is a first-class martial art in the martial arts world. Take the Emei Sect for example. At the Taoist Conference three years ago, Master Jin Guang was defeated by my father using the Songfeng Sword Technique."

Seeing his father's grim expression, he was worried about being blamed, so he quickly added: "My fellow apprentices also think so privately. They... don't dare to look for my father. As a senior brother, Ren Yan doesn't dare to hide it."

Yu Canghai sneered, "It's enough to deal with the Emei Sect, but what about the Five Mountains Sword Sect? What about the Sun and Moon Sect? And... Shaolin and Wudang, is it enough to deal with them? The Songfeng Sword Technique passed down by the ancestors is powerful, but it takes thirty or forty years of hard work to comprehend the Taoist scriptures and hone your mind. It's impossible to compete with those first-class masters."

He walked to the portrait of Chang Qingzi, put the master's Songfeng sword back on the table, took a stick of incense, lit it, bowed slowly three times like embracing the full moon, and then inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

"Master, your last wish to revitalize the Qingcheng Sect has been something I have never forgotten for a single day in the past few decades."

Yu Canghai looked sinister and thought to himself.

Yu Canghai was born short and was often looked down upon. Only Changqingzi appreciated him and finally entrusted him with the Qingcheng Sect, which was a great favor.

Yu Renyan was puzzled and said, "I don't understand. The Demon Sect must be destroyed, but aren't the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Shaolin and Wudang our friends?"

Yu Canghai looked at his only son, whom he loved the most, and sighed. No wonder people said that Sichuan was a place where dragons were locked up, where snakes and pythons were rampant, but no real dragons could be born. The reason was that the territory was too narrow and blocked, which restricted people's vision. The local heroes in Shu always subconsciously focused on the small piece of land under their feet, and were prone to ignore or be unable to intervene in the competition in the Central Plains.

"Ren Yan, you have to remember that there are no eternal friends in this world."

As the two were talking, Yu Canghai was about to go downstairs when he suddenly saw a colorful butterfly sitting on the stair handrail, gently flapping its wings. He didn't know when it had landed there.

Yu Canghai's face changed slightly, and with a flick of his long sleeves, the colorful butterfly was instantly torn into pieces by his true energy.

He shouted angrily: "How dare you, who dares to spy on Songfeng Temple!"

"What happened to daddy?"

As soon as Yu Renyan finished speaking, a charming female voice was heard.

"If you don't peek, how can you see a good show?"

"Yu Canghai, you are a heartless old bastard, a hypocrite who tells lies all the time. You didn't learn the swordsmanship of your ancestors, but secretly practiced the swordsmanship of others, and you still call yourself a famous and upright sect. Is there anyone in this world who is more shameless than you?"

The voice was as clear as a silver bell, and although it was full of dirty words, it did not sound like a shrew's scolding, which was not disgusting.

Yu Canghai waved his sleeves and stepped forward, sneering: "The good and evil in the martial arts world will be judged by the public, and it is not the turn of those who hide their heads and show their tails to judge."

At this time, hundreds of colorful butterflies swarmed out of the window, blowing in like a gust of wind, and fluttered around the two people in the stairwell. There was even a hint of fragrance hidden in the wind, which was refreshing.

"This scent... is poisonous."

Yu Renyan felt that the smell of the wind was quite pleasant. He could not help but take two breaths. Then his body fell down uncontrollably, with white saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and his whole body twitching.

The woman in the colorful skirt flew up the stairs.

Yu Canghai had already held his breath, looking at the graceful young woman, and felt that she looked familiar, but he could not remember when and where he had seen her before. However, from her methods, he vaguely guessed her origin, and asked, "Such a high level of insect control skills, are you from the Yunnan Five Poison Sect? I have also met your former leader Hua several times. Is there any misunderstanding in coming here tonight?"

"I came to Songfeng Temple, so naturally I have to take the urinal from your neck."

Yu Canghai laughed angrily and said, "You are so arrogant. I want to see what you are capable of."

The woman in the colorful skirt smiled and raised her hand. The wings of more than a hundred colorful butterflies gathered together and fluttered wildly. Each butterfly was shrouded in a layer of red mist. Overall, it was like a piece of colorful cloth, flying in the air with thoughts, changing various shapes, and flying towards Yu Canghai.

"Being able to skillfully control so many poisonous insects at the same time, his internal strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. If he were in the Five Poison Sect, he would at least be a saint or guardian. He should not be underestimated."

Yu Canghai had held his breath, but the red powder from the colorful butterflies fell on his skin, bringing waves of burning pain and drilling straight into his body.

"What a powerful poison."

Yu Canghai no longer had any extravagant hopes. It was obvious that the other party had been planning this for a long time and knew Songfeng Temple very well. It was unknown how long he had been hiding in Qingcheng Mountain. During these days, he had only been practicing the Exorcism Sword Technique and had put everything else aside, which gave her the opportunity to take advantage of.

"I have been talking nonsense for fifty-six years, and I have beaten and killed many people with your tone."

Yu Canghai sneered and stretched out his arms. His sleeves felt heavy as if he was holding two sleeves of wind. He stretched out his hands towards the colorful butterflies. Two streams of pine wind true energy passed by, and the red mist was blown away. Dozens of colorful butterflies that were unable to dodge had their wings broken and fell to the ground.

"My Qingcheng Sect's 'Two Sleeves of Pine Wind' is specifically designed to counter unorthodox methods like yours."

He kept waving his sleeves, and strong winds blew across the building. Before long, more than a hundred colorful butterflies died.

"Two sleeves of pine wind?"

The woman in the colorful skirt sneered. She didn't seem to care about the loss of the colorful butterflies. She raised her hand and Yu Canghai's expression changed slightly. He heard the sound of wings flapping louder and more frequently. Then, hundreds of colorful butterflies poured in through the gaps in the doors and windows of the Patriarch's Hall.

All the hard work just now was in vain. Looking at the situation, it seems that there is no end to the colorful butterflies. If this continues, the woman in the colorful skirt doesn't even need to do anything. He will either be poisoned to death by the colorful butterflies or die of exhaustion.

Yu Canghai roared, "Devil, die!" He swiftly struck the chest of the woman in the colorful skirt with both palms. She moved gracefully and ghostly, and barely dodged Yu Canghai's palm wind. The two dodged and moved in the building, fighting for more than 30 rounds.

The 'Two Sleeves of Pine Wind' of the Qingcheng Sect is a tough style with overwhelming internal strength, but it can be performed in its own ancestral building. There are many bottles and jars, and some of them cannot be fully used after all.

"Your Excellency, do you only know how to escape?"

"Haha, being able to escape is also my ability."

The woman's movements were ghostly and graceful, and she rarely engaged in head-on confrontations. Yu Canghai's powerful internal strength felt as if he was hitting cotton.

The woman in the colorful skirt dodged sideways again, and Yu Canghai's powerful palm wind shattered a window, and the debris fell from the air.

The disciples of Qingcheng Sect outside the building looked up and realized that something had happened. They were about to go to rescue them when more than 20 black shadows wearing masks, who were lurking in the pine forest, quickly attacked them and a battle broke out between the two sides.

Upstairs, Yu Canghai had already cornered the woman in the colorful skirt, but she smiled with a look of success.

There were bursts of flute sounds coming from outside the building, like crying and complaining.

Two figures jumped in from the broken window. They were so agile that they took Yu Renyan, who had fainted on the threshold, and escaped through the broken window.

"This kind of insect control technique is unheard of, it's really terrifying, it seems that everything is calculated."

Yu Canghai realized that the enemy wanted to force him to leave, and their target was the things in the Patriarch's Hall. In recent years, the Qingcheng Sect had lived too peacefully. A powerful enemy had infiltrated Sichuan, and the enemy had already figured out about 50% of the details of the Qingcheng Sect, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

The most brilliant strategies in the art of war are all open conspiracies, which are to attack the enemy where he is most likely to defend.

"Ren Yan is the next successor of Qingcheng Sect and will never fall into their hands."

In the evening, water vapor rose, and the sky was suddenly overcast, with faint lightning brewing among the clouds.

Yu Canghai flew out of the window and chased after the two men. The woman in the colorful skirt followed closely behind him. He shouted loudly in the air, "Qingcheng Sect disciples, protect the Patriarch's Hall!"

Two figures chased each other towards the Minjiang River.

There are only the young generation of disciples left in Qingcheng Sect, among whom there are seven or eight in the Armor Breaking Realm and two in the Qi Sea Realm.

On the other hand, the Five Poison Sect had a clear advantage in strength. There were three Qi Hai Realm masters, and the rest were all Po Jia Realm cultivators. They were also controlling poisonous insects. There were all kinds of poisonous insects crawling on the ground and flying in the sky, and anyone who was not careful would be easily smitten.

After some time, the Qingcheng Sect disciples fought while retreating into the Patriarch's Building, and soon they were almost all defeated.

Only four people are still able to fight.

The man with scars all over his head and a pig head mask pointed at the big man and said to the one wearing the Chang'e mask: "Sister Hua, the one using the hidden weapon is not easy to deal with. He has already injured four or five of us."

The big man didn't panic at all when facing the siege of six Five Poison Sect disciples. His boxing and kicking skills were flawless. The two iron balls in his hands flew back and forth with strong winds, breaking bones and tendons.

He must have practiced some martial arts like "Iron Shirt", so his skin is thick and ordinary poisonous insects cannot bite him.

"Qi Hai Realm? Sister Hua'er, it's up to you. We can't delay too long. The reinforcements from Qingcheng Sect will be here soon."

The woman wearing the devil mask smiled and said, "Sister Hua, don't worry."

When a warrior's body is perfected, he will become resistant to the bites of common poisonous insects.

"You all back off."

The Five Poison Sect disciples who were besieging the man playing with the iron ball immediately dispersed.

The woman in the demon mask took off the leather bag from her waist and pulled out the wooden cork. Three black moths flew towards the big man, making extremely sharp chirping sounds. But upon closer listening, each sound was slightly different, and together they formed a strange melody.

She clapped her hands and laughed, "Little darlings, sing a song."

The man wielding the iron fist felt dizzy and as if someone was chopping his head with an axe.

The woman with the Chang'e mask and more than twenty disciples of the Five Poisons Sect have arrived at the second floor door.

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"Quick! Quick!"

"Eunuch Qin has issued an order!"

"gather!"

……

Palace lanterns gathered together and footsteps were heard.

In a short while, outside the main hall of Yeyouting, more than 400 people in black clothes and gauze hats stood like a forest.

The five or six men in the lead were all allowed to wear flying fish uniforms. They looked powerful and imposing, and were the first-class guards of the Imperial Stables.

They were originally carefully selected and trained in the Jinyiwei Zhenfu Division since childhood. Because eunuchs have lost their virility and are weaker than ordinary men, after brutal training, often only five out of ten can survive. Those who can come out have extraordinary skills and are often used to strengthen the harem guards.

"Meet Eunuch Qin!"

"Meet Eunuch Qin!"

"Meet Eunuch Qin!"

Everyone knelt on one knee and bowed.

Sun Jixiang was not trusted by Concubine Wan, and the people in the Imperial Stables were in a panic. Under the pretext of tracking down the assassin, Qin Shun'er used intimidation and luring people, and soon won over a group of people.

"Excuse me."

Qin Shuner put on the eunuch robe of the admiral and walked out slowly from the main hall. He really had some of the majesty of the Da Diao Temple. He glanced at the people below the stairs and the evil cult member behind him who could take his life at any time.

Zhang Yu said coldly, "Eunuch Qin, isn't it settled? Why are you still hesitating?"

"No... hesitation, no hesitation."

Qin Shuner laughed awkwardly, cleared his throat, and looked at everyone: "This eunuch has heard that the remnants of the assassins are hiding among the Jinyiwei of Yeyouting. This is Commander Li of the Zhaode Palace Guard Department. Under the order of the Imperial Concubine, you are here with a token to search the Bi'an Residence."

Everyone said in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Zhang Yu could not help but sneer. Qin Shuner's lecture in front of the hall was to pave the way for him to escape punishment if the truth came to light in the future. He would use this as an excuse to expose himself as someone who had been deceived like everyone else and trusted the evildoers.

"That's a good plan."

Bi'an lived in the northeast corner of Yeyouting. There was a circle of high walls, which was three meters high, but there was only a narrow door. There were six Jinyiwei outside, led by the general flag officer. When he saw the aggressive crowd coming, he immediately sent someone back to pass on the message.

Fifty or sixty Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms and with embroidered spring swords on their waists poured out from the narrow door one after another and blocked the door with swords. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

　ps: Allow me to write a chapter of nonsense (not really nonsense, just to lay some foreshadowing). I mainly want to change my mind and clear my stomach. This day has been too chaotic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)