Chapter 342: The Swordsman

Chapter 342: The Swordsman

Chapter 342: The Swordsman (Happy New Year)
‘Poof~’

A silver needle emerged from the left chest and fell on the white cloth, leaving a blood mark.

It is about three inches long and as thin as an ox hair.

Qu Yang sat cross-legged on the couch with a pale face. When he opened his eyes, many people had come into the room.

The corners of Qu Feiyan's eyes were slightly red, obviously she had just cried, but she forced a smile.

"Thank you, Master Lan, for helping me... Zhou Huan."

Qu Yang looked at the woman in Miao clothes standing in front of the couch. Without her intervention, he would not be able to remove the eighth silver needle that Di Baiying had inserted with his own internal strength.

In that case, life and death are just a matter of moments, and there won't even be time to say goodbye.

Lan Fenghuang raised her hand and retracted her true energy: "Mr. Qu, your injury is too severe."

Qu Yang smiled and said, "I understand. Thank you anyway."

Zhang Yu stood beside Qu Feiyan and said apologetically, "Master Qu, I should have helped you take out the silver needle at that time."

Lan Fenghuang shook her head and said, "In that case, forcibly taking out the eighth silver needle is meaningless."

Qu Yang nodded and said, "I know that when we were in the bullpen, the silver needle had already moved out of place."

Di Baiying had originally inserted the eighth silver needle to seal the qi very close to the heart meridian. Even though he was a master of internal strength, he was afraid of hurting the vital point and did not dare to force it on his own. However, when they were in the Tiemu cattle pen, the reckless woman kicked Qu Yang in the chest, causing the silver needle to deviate into the heart meridian and cause irreparable damage.

Qu Feiyan turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly and tears streaming down her face.

Zhang Yu gently placed his hand on her shoulder. The saddest and most powerless thing in the world is the separation from loved ones.

Even though we are separated in life, there will always be a day when we meet again.

Death means the end of fate and the extinction of the law.

Qu Yang is her only remaining relative, and this is not something that can be resolved by a few words of comfort from outsiders.

"Feifei."

Qu Yang called out with a smile.

"grandfather…"

Qu Feiyan threw herself to the bedside, unable to suppress the sadness in her heart any longer, and tears flowed like a fountain.

"Fei Fei, listen to grandpa."

“People are born, grow old, get sick and die in this world, just like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is the law of nature and no one can avoid it.”

"Now it's just that grandpa's winter is coming."

Qu Feiyan cried and shook her head: "I don't want it, I don't want it..."

"You can be sad, but you can't hide in sadness forever. You have to get out of it as soon as possible, Zhang Yu..."

Zhang Yu saw Master Qu looking at him and walked quickly to the couch.

"Master Qu, I'm here!"

Qu Yang nodded gently and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, your hair is white as new, and we are as close as ever. We have only known each other for a few short years, but your character and loyalty are enough to reassure me. Feifei is a poor child who has never seen his parents since he was a child. I can only entrust her to you."

"Master Qu, don't worry."

"Well... you still have a long way to go in the martial arts world. It's not a place to stay for long, with bloody storms, mountains of corpses and seas of evil. I hope you take good care of yourself."

"Master Qu, I understand."

Qu Yang pointed to the bedside. Qu Feiyan understood, wiped her tears, and took out a sheet of music wrapped in yellow cloth. There were four black characters on the cover: "Ya Qing Jing, unrestrained and indifferent", exuding the air of a person who is away from the world and secluded from the dust of the world.

"Swordsman?"

Zhang Yu was slightly surprised. This music score affected the fate of countless people. He didn't expect that he would see it at this time and place.

"That year in front of the Orangutan Beach, you were practicing martial arts to the point of madness, and only music could soothe you."

"I thought about it for a long time and I think I understand."

"You have a pure heart. Once you get involved in the martial arts world, you will inevitably be immersed in fame, wealth, grudges, honor and disgrace. If negative emotions accumulate over time, it will be easy for you to go astray. I will teach you the Pure Heart and Universal Goodness Mantra. Although it can temporarily relieve your pain, it cannot completely eliminate it."

Zhang Yu was touched. Master Qu didn't know about the existence of the green jade ring, but what he said was exactly right. With the improvement of his martial arts level and the rise of his status in the Divine Religion, he killed more and more people and made more and more enemies. The effect of the Qingxin Pushan Mantra seemed to be gradually weakened.

This was the result of him greatly reducing the number of times he used the green jade ring to practice after acquiring the Bei Ming Divine Art.

"In the past few years, I have been traveling around the world, and I have often wondered how to help you eliminate your hostility and turn it into peace. After thinking it over, I still feel that I need a song that can solve the problem better than the Qingxin Pushan Mantra."

"I robbed twenty-nine Han tombs and found the thousand-year-old Guangling San in Cai Yong's tomb. I used this as the base tune and the qin and flute as instruments to create this piece of music with my brother Liu. We named it "Swordsman" and originally intended to give it to you."

"Unfortunately, time is running out and we haven't been able to play a single song yet."

Zhang Yu took over the song "Swordsman" and knew that it was Qu Yang's masterpiece. His eyes were red and he said with a smile, "Guangling San has been lost for thousands of years. It is not easy to find its way back to the world. I will not let this song "Swordsman" go through the same mistake again."

After Qu Yang finished speaking, he spent up his originally limited mental energy, and his eyes became dim, but his hearing was still clear. After a long while, he spoke a few words.

"That's good, that's good..."

Afterwards, his breath gradually weakened, and he looked like a candle in the wind, on his deathbed.

Zhang Yu stood up and looked at Lan Fenghuang, cupping his hands and saying, "Sister Lan, do you... have any other way to treat it? Even if it can only delay it for a little while."

He knew that this was an unreasonable request, but in his previous life, before Qu Yang left, he was able to play a song of "Swordsman" with Liu Zhengfeng. After he intervened, there was no reason to let the old man leave with this regret.

Lan Fenghuang thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Qu's injury is in his heart meridian, which has nothing to do with medical skills. Even if the famous murder doctor Ping Yizhi was here, he would probably be helpless."

As the saying goes, a long illness makes a good doctor. The Five Poison Sect is good at handling poisons, which is originally related to medical skills. What's more, Lan Fenghuang is the successor of the Colorful Dragon Tower in Miao areas, and the Miao medicine she taught is also unique compared to the Central Plains medicine. She can be said to be a master.

She said it was incurable, and even if we invited all the famous doctors in Hengyang, there would probably be no hope.

Lan Fenghuang thought about it, then hesitated and said, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

Zhang Yu saw a glimmer of hope.

"Unless I can use the Pearl Pill as a medicine, I will use the secret method of the Colorful Dragon Tower to transform the pill into liquid and block the wound on the heart meridian. Even if I can't let Mr. Qu live a normal life, at least two or three years will not be a problem."

"Pearl Pill? Is this also a medicinal material? Is it too late to go to the Hengshan City medicine store to buy it now?"

Zhao Xia runs Yunwu Mountain and has also taken over the Shennong Gang's business. He owns hundreds of acres of medicinal gardens and is quite familiar with various medicinal materials, but he does not know what Zhudan is.

Lan Fenghuang sighed and shook her head, saying, "Not to mention the pharmacy in Hengshan City, there is no way there will be one even in the Imperial Palace."

"There are tens of thousands of living creatures in the world, and humans are the leaders of all spirits. They are born with wisdom. Only one in ten thousand other animals can have spirituality. Even if they have spirituality, only one in a hundred can form a mixed inner elixir, and only one in a thousand can form a elixir bead. Even if a elixir bead is formed, unless the spirit beast is willing to give it to you, you can't get it even if you kill it. When it dies, the elixir bead disappears."

"Every Danzhu that comes out is a treasure that only appears once in hundreds of years. Ordinary people simply can't get their hands on it."

The reason why Lan Fenghuang knew this so clearly was because the treasure of Cailong Tower was a pearl pill from a 500-year-old snake, which was given to the ancestors of Miao because of the protection they received.

Why do those spirit beasts hide in the deep mountains and valleys and are unwilling to set foot in the mortal world? It is because they are afraid of being contaminated by karma and unable to resolve it.

When people heard the sayings of "one in ten thousand" and "one in a thousand", they knew there was no hope. Such a precious thing, let alone whether it existed, even if it existed in the world, where could they find it in such a short time?
Yue Jian said softly, "It sounds so mysterious, it doesn't seem like something from the mortal world at all, how is it different from an elixir?"

The little bit of hope that Qu Feiyan had just felt dimmed again.

The reason why Lan Fenghuang hesitated to speak was that she was afraid of this situation. It would be too cruel to give her unrealistic fantasies and then immediately extinguish them. "Sister Lan, do you think this is okay?"

Just when everyone was disappointed, Zhang Yu suddenly took something out of his arms.

The lychee-sized beads, with a golden luster, rested on the palm of the hand, sparkling brightly.

Lan Fenghuang's eyes showed shock, and she murmured to herself, "There is actually a second Danzhu in existence?"

It is only half a circle smaller than the one in Cailong Tower, but it is superior in spirituality and purity.

She looked at the man holding the pill bead, who seemed to be completely unaware of its preciousness, and sighed that this Brother Zhang was so blessed.

"Brother Zhang, the one in your hand is the Danzhu!"

Qu Feiyan's dim eyes brightened up again.

"That's good."

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, a rare smile appeared on his face, and he handed the pill bead to her.

"Sister, thank you for your hard work."

Lan Feng carefully took the pill bead and said in a deep voice: "I know that you have a deep friendship with Mr. Qu, and human life is priceless, but I still have to tell you that this pill bead is rare in the world. Its role in martial arts is much higher than any magic weapon or martial arts manual. It is related to the path after the Xiantian realm."

After the Xiantian realm comes the Grandmaster realm.

The mountain of martial arts, the true pinnacle!
Countless warriors can only look up, because it is too far away and they have almost no desire to climb.

Zhang Yu is different. He has reached the great perfection of the acquired realm in his early twenties.

He is qualified to climb that martial arts cliff.

"Brother Zhang, have you thought it through?"

"Martial arts are important, but there are some things that cannot be lost."

Zhang Yu nodded and looked at the score of "Swordsman" in his hand, which had music but no lyrics. To reach the highest level of martial arts, external objects might be crucial, but if one cannot make one's thoughts clear and one's heart lacking nothing, it would be difficult to cross the chasm.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang. I will do my best to treat Mr. Qu."

Hearing Zhang Yu's answer, Lan Fenghuang smiled coquettishly and felt inexplicably happy in her heart.

She once heard an old grandmother in the Miao village say that the friendship between the Han people is the most fragile thing. It does not even have to come to the point of life and death. When interests are at stake, many couples flee when faced with disaster, many brothers turn against each other, and many masters and apprentices fight to the death in the back.

"Fortunately, not everyone is like the one Grandma met when she was young."

Qu Feiyan, Zhang Yu, Zhao Xia, Su Qiqi and the others left the room and closed the door, leaving only Lan Fenghuang inside. One reason was that she needed a quiet environment to practice martial arts, and the other was that this was also a common rule among Jianghu doctors, as it involved the inheritance of the sect and it was not convenient for outsiders to see it.

………………

Time passed quickly, and another three days passed.

After the funeral, Liu Zhengfeng sold his family property for silver bills, and entrusted the land, shops, and houses that were difficult to sell immediately to the Liu family for care. He then brought his two children and two disciples with him and came to Lengshui Manor with a small entourage.

Su Qiqi and Yue Jian led the Yunyutan people back to Guanzhong today.

This time, there was no order to send troops, and the troops were aiding the traitors of the Divine Religion to fight against the Dharma Protector Hall. Any crime would be a big deal if reported to the Black Wood Cliff. In order to keep Zhang Yu in this cave, Su Qiqi must rush back and be prepared to respond.

On the other side of the Lengshui River is the vast Nanshan Mountain. The cry of geese in the sky seems to urge the tourists to return north.

The river is surging and the white waves are surging.

"Floating and sinking with the waves, only remember today..."

"The sky laughs, and the world is in turmoil..."

"Who will win or lose, only God knows, the mountains and rivers are smiling, the mist and rain are far away..."

A music score was spread out on the rock. Below, the sound of the surging river waves hitting the rock roots echoed with the sound of the lyre. Not only did it not hinder each other, but it also concealed the stagnation of the novice in lyre playing the instrument and the confusion of a few syllables.

The man in black robe sat by the river, with a fine seven-stringed harp across his knees.

It is made of ancient Paulownia wood with snake-belly patterns and made of horsetail hair from top-quality horses. The bottom of the zither is stamped with the mark "Lu State Heritage". Anyone who knows the goods can tell the origin of this zither at a glance.

The current emperor has an uncle who was given the title of Prince of Lu. He has no other hobbies but to make zithers for fun.

The seven-stringed zithers that passed through the hands of Prince Lu were at least of good quality, with clear and rich tones, and were priceless. All the famous zither players in the world wished for their whole life to obtain a zither made by Prince Lu.

The princes of the Ming Dynasty were supported by the whole country, so how could they lack money?

Prince Lu's zither was only given to the zither player who could impress him with his music.

The owner of this "Tinghu" zither is Liu Zhengfeng. After he came to Lengshui Manor, he brought with him several of his most treasured musical instruments. This seven-stringed zither was borrowed by Zhang Yu.

"This is a really good lyric. Was it written by Brother Zhang?"

"No, I heard it from someone."

"Heard it? Where did Brother Zhang hear it from?"

Lan Fenghuang was a little bit unconvinced. The music score of "Swordsman" was given to Zhang Yu by Qu Yang in front of everyone a few days ago. In such a short period of time, how could he hear a lyric that matched the music score so perfectly?

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "I heard it from heaven. It was taught by an immortal in my dream."

This song only exists in heaven and is rarely heard in the world.

Lan Fenghuang nodded gently and asked, "Have you learned this song?"

"No, it will take some time. Maybe I can learn the shape and pronunciation, but as for the charm, I don't know."

The Smiling, Proud Wanderer is a state of mind, open-minded and natural.

For Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, they have witnessed the vibrant spring, experienced the scorching summer, harvested the fruitful autumn, and can also face the silent winter calmly and indifferently.

Zhang Yu hasn't reached that stage yet.

Lan Fenghuang sat down next to him and said with a smile, "When you have learned the whole piece of music, I will come and listen to it."

"Okay."

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Sister, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Come on, if you call me sister, you won't be polite."

"I would like to ask you and Xiao Xia to escort Master Qu, Liu Zhengfeng and the others back to Qingfeng Village."

"can."

Lan Fenghuang agreed, but then looked at Zhang Yu and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yu lowered his head and stroked the strings of the zither, chuckling, "Of course I will do what I should do!"

"Zeng~"

The sound of the piano seemed to have the sound of swords clashing and a murderous aura.

　This volume ends. Happy New Year, everyone. In the new year, may all your wishes come true, your family live in harmony, and you live in happiness.

　　
　
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