C10 The Legend of Jianghu

The autumn wind carried with it the last breath of the season. It was blowing fiercely in this small town, bringing with it a bit of the sharpness of the cold wind.

The evening wind sent a chill down the spines of the idlers outside. He hurried back to the house and closed the door.

At this moment, the Niu Yang Yamen was brightly lit.

Under normal circumstances, Ah Bao would already be at the "Drunken Flower Hall" by this time. In fact, he was still standing guard at the entrance of the yamen with his hands folded inside his sleeves. A gun had been shot slantingly and listlessly under his arm. However, he could not hide the nervousness written on his face, just like the face of Qin Gang beside him. Until now, the two of them had not spoken a word.

According to past experience, this situation could only be explained in one way. Something big was happening.

It was indeed a big matter. For Master.

Through the bright light, the living room window cast a shadow, moving quickly from side to side.

There were three people in the hall.

He was pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table, frowning.

There were two people sitting on both sides of the table. One was the "Silver Swallow Plum Blades", the terrifying "Cold-blooded Thirteen Swords" was commanding the Wind Slaughtering City. At this moment, the scar on his face was shining under the light, while the other was an old man, about sixty years old. He wore a grey robe, and had an eight inch white beard, five inch white eyebrows. What was strange was that those two hands were blood-red in color. His ten fingers also had two inch long fingernails and the same blood-red fingernails! It was none other than one of the five wonders of the martial arts world, "Ancestor Bai Shan". There was no one in the martial arts world who did not know of the name 'Ancestor Bai Shan'. Thirty years ago, he became one of the top five experts in the world with the help of the "Blood Demon Grand Magic". Together with Tian Shan's "Grandmaster Ming Meng", Shaolin's "Mirror Master", Wu Dang, Daoist Master Zhang, the legendary "Carefree Immortal" and the Murong Family's "Murong Yunfei", he was also known as the "Five Geniuses of the Jianghu". Patriarch Bai Shan's martial arts were profound and complex, and he was almost proficient in the essence of every sect's martial arts. He was both righteous and evil, but his personality was especially eccentric. In his entire life, he had taken in three disciples, the "Three Friends of the Peach Blossom Bamboo".

Among the five, the "Bright Mirror Mage" had long since inherited the "Bone Ablutionary Scripture" and was wandering around the four seas. Zhang Zhenren had always cultivated in seclusion, rarely going down the mountain; the Murong Family had interacted with the Young People of the Jianghu; the "Carefree Immortal" had rarely been seen in the Jianghu; the "Grand Master Mingyan" had disappeared after the battle of the Tianshan Mountains and his whereabouts were unknown; and the Jianghu had long spread that the "Old Patriarch of the White Mountain" had faded out of the lake after the battle of the Tianshan Mountains ten years ago.

He had never thought that 'ancestor Bai Shan' would appear at Niu Yang yamen at this moment.

Master Diao walked to the window again, only to see that there were five corpses on the floor beneath the window! From the Baihui Acupuncture Point to the Qi Sea, six "Soul Chasing Arrows" were neatly stabbed into the bodies of the five Chen Brothers.

Master Diao frowned and turned around. He looked at "Ancestor Bai Shan" with suspicion.

"Master, you said …" Is this really the 'Flowing Cloud Soaring Sleeve'? "

He actually called "ancestor Bai Shan" his master? It seemed to be the truth. Otherwise, no one would be able to easily invite 'ancestor Bai Shan'. Master Diao's feelings were none other than "Bai Shan Ancestor's" eldest disciple, "Peach Blossom Fan" from Southern Palace City!

"Yes …" The ancestor stroked his beard and said, "Although I have never seen 'Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves' with my own eyes, but looking at this technique, only 'Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves' are able to shoot out six arrows evenly and hit the same spot. The accuracy of the acupuncture points and the power of the attack are things that can only be accomplished by 'Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves' in this world."

"But according to what Master knows, 'Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves' is actually the ultimate technique of the Penglai Divine Monk Xiao Yao. Master has never seen this person in his life but twenty years ago, someone saw him use this technique to eliminate the 'Black Mountain Monster'. "Moreover, it is said that the 'Flying Cloud Sleeve Technique' is only a small part of the 'Primordius Primordial Scripture' …"

Upon hearing "Primordius Sutra", Master Diao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Master, you said that the" Primordius Sutra "really exists? That Blood Rings Saber of his wife also exists?! "

"Yes, the 'True Primordius Scripture' is hidden within the blade scriptures. In order to obtain the 'True Primordius Scripture', one must first obtain the blade …"

"Is the legend of the martial arts world true or not?!"

"Patriarch White Mountain" sipped his tea and did not reply.

"So you're saying that the Free and Unfettered Immortal has come for Kaifeng as well? "This is strange …"

"Mm …" "This chance is not high." Patriarch Bai Shan waved his hand and said, "After all, this is a rumor in the martial arts world. I think there might be someone else who knows of the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves …"

"Kaifeng has such an expert? But we don't know? " Master Diao took a few steps closer. He simply could not believe it.

"Humph!" You … "There are many who don't know …" With a flick of his right sleeve, Patriarch White Mountain picked up his teacup again and said no more. He really did have a bit of a temper.

"Eh?" Master Diao turned to face the city. "Take your brother and check if there are any suspicious people in Kaifeng and Niu Yang Town …"

"Sigh, Big Brother." Tu Feng City raised its head, "I've specially assigned the 'Hidden Dragon' to thoroughly investigate the entire Kai Feng City and Niu Yang Town today …"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Yeah, there's a situation. According to the citizens of Niu Yang City, Old Man Chu of the Five Edge Academy left Niu Yang Town together with his grandson. He still hasn't returned …"

"Hmm?" He turned his head sideways.

"Besides, I have another information. "This old man is not a native, he came from a foreign land eight years ago. I heard that he went to Shaolin Temple for help …"

"Shaolin Temple?" "Ask for treatment?" Who are you looking for? "

"..." When he was exploring Shaolin Temple today, according to the tasty monk who had cooked for thirty years in the temple, he vaguely remembered one night eight years ago when he was carrying water through the Tallinn, he saw an outsider bringing a child to find Master Ku Chan … "

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was indeed extraordinary. They would consider everything without leakage.

"Shaolin Temple?"

"Withered-Zen – Great Teacher?" A cold light flashed in Master Diao's eyes.

Ten miles southwest of Niuyang Town is Shaolin Temple.

In the last two years, the Shaolin Temple has been full of incense and fire, and has been favored by the emperor.

At this time, it was midnight. Although it was a bit cold, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The shadow of the moon danced in the sky, and the surroundings were completely silent.

On the ridge that led to Shaowang Mountain, a black shadow flew up like black smoke.

Around the Great Hall, about 150 steps along the stone road on the left was the Shaolin Temple Tallinn. Above the Tallinn was the Bell Tower.

Behind the clock tower was the treasure trove of Shaolin Town, the "Scripture Pavilion"!

It was a place that martial artists would even dream of.

Yet it was also a place that ordinary people could not come to.

Not to mention entering, even reaching the main entrance of the 'Scripture Pavilion' was amazing.

Because, in the "Scripture Pavilion", there were three trials.

The first stage was Talin's "Eighteen Arhat Formation". Anyone who knew the two words "martial arts" would understand the power of the "Eighteen Arhat Formation" in Shaolin.

The second test was in the clock tower. The three steles were "Mystical Sky", "Mystical Mirror", and "Mystical Moon". They had been meditating here for twenty years.

The third test was at the main entrance of the 'Scripture Pavilion' building.

A skinny old man. He had been meditating here for thirty years.

He sat down cross-legged. His cassock stretched. Long brows drooping, left hand, right hand.

It was precisely the "Withered Zen Master".

His soul was in meditation. He was completely relaxed. The void of all things.

At this moment, his long eyebrows twitched. Something seemed to have disturbed his cultivation.

"Please do so..." Every word was like an iron hammer striking the bell, and the sound was deafening. The arhat tree beside him shook.

"Hahahaha …" As expected, his reputation was well-deserved. A person landed three meters in front of him. Not a sound.

A man dressed in black. Black cloth covered his face and wrapped around his head. Only his eyes glittered in the night.

"Amitabha …" "Since you are such a martial artist, may I ask how should I address you? Why don't you show me your true name …" His long eyebrows were still lowered and his eyes were closed. The sound of pearls in his hands reached his ears.

The black-clothed man cupped his fists and greeted, "Junior came to disturb the master's peace and quiet late at night, please forgive me. "However, this junior does have an urgent matter that requires Grandmaster to enlighten me …" His eyes stared unwaveringly at "Grandmaster Ku Chan".

"Since Benefactor is unwilling to reveal his true appearance, I believe that you must have some difficulties. This old monk will not force you." "Sir, if you need this old monk's help, please speak your mind. This old monk will definitely tell you the truth …"

"Thank you, master!"

"Does master remember that eight years ago, an outsider brought a child of one or two years old to Bao Sha to seek medical treatment? I wonder if this is true …"

He was surprised to see that the eyes of the "Withered Zen Master" suddenly opened slightly. A bright light flashed across his eyes before he closed them again. All of this made the man in black pay close attention to him.

Amitabha, rescuing the poor is the Buddhist principle. Dozens of people have sought help from the old monk over the past eight years, and there are also quite a few outsiders with children, as the patron said. And after so many years, this old monk has already forgotten many things.

"Damned bald donkey!" the man in black cursed inwardly. However, he was at a loss for words for a long time.

"Is that person a friend of Benefactor or …?" Instead, it was the "Withered Zen Grand Master" who spoke up.

"Right, right... "This is junior's friend …" The black-clothed man returned the greeting with his fists. Ye Zichen let out a sigh.

"Then can Almsgiver please tell this old monk your friend's name. Maybe this old monk will think of some random things …"

"Ugh …" "Hmm …" This... "This friend …" The black-clothed man never expected that the old monk would ask this question. He hesitated for a long time, but in his heart, he clenched his teeth in hatred. "Hmm …" This friend has been here for too long, so... Junior... Forgot his name... "Isn't it because he came to the great master's place …" After mumbling for a long time, he finally let out a few words.

"Amitabha, I have forgotten the name of my friend. Does Almsgiver think that this old monk remembers him? …" This old monk really doesn't remember … "Looks like Benefactor has been disappointed tonight …"

"Master, if you think back carefully, you must have asked him for his name back then. Where did all these details come from? Perhaps you can remember something …" It seemed like the man in black was anxious to know more about the man.

"Amitabha, the buddhist faith does not ask for directions to save a life. It does not care whether it is righteous or evil. It does not ask where you are from. It only asks where you are from …" Just like tonight's benefactor... "It seems that Benefactor should return. If this old monk remembers any details in the future, this old monk will inform Benefactor …"

When the black-clothed person saw this, he clearly understood that tonight would be a fruitless night. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

In this place, no one has ever dared to do this to me!

"Then I will disturb the great master. Junior will take his leave now …" The man in black cupped his fists and prepared to leave.

"Amitabha, may this old monk send you off …"

Black Robe turned around and his head stopped for a moment. Then, he suddenly tapped the tree trunk with his right foot and flew up one zhang into the air. He slashed the air with his right hand and his left hand followed suit. Like an arrow, he shot towards the "Withered Zen Master."

As he spoke, he was only three steps away from Master Ku Chan. As the two fists of the black clothed men intersected, they were already fighting against each other for twenty fists in an instant, and then with a swing of both feet in the air, the two fists combined, he shot straight at Master Ku Chan's face. When his fist was two feet away from Master Ku Chan, he suddenly changed the palm of his hand and saw Master Ku Chan's long eyebrows were blown back by the wind from his fist.

"It seems like the black-clothed man's palm is only six inches away from hitting" Withered Zen Master "'s head." Master Ku Chan's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and a brilliant light shot out from them. He, along with the praying mat beneath him, suddenly retreated a foot before raising his left hand to meet the black clothed man's fists.

He then saw the branches and leaves of the trees flying around!

In an instant, he felt his Qi and blood tumbling. He was shocked, if he did not withdraw his attack, he would definitely be severely injured, and he borrowed the force from the blow, causing his left foot to spin to the left, causing him to fly out. Just as he was about to hit the tree trunk, his right palm lightly patted the tree, and his body spun to the side, his feet landing on the ground, but he was forced back five steps, steadying himself with his left hand placed on his chest, his eyes full of surprise.

As for the "Withered Zen Master", after his palm connected, he spun three times in a row on the praying mat. His eyes were filled with surprise.

"Boro Secret Palm?!" May I ask Master, what do you mean? "

"Haha …" "Hahahaha …" As expected of a master. Junior will take his leave. "With that, he stretched his body and flew up into the sky, instantly disappearing without a trace." I'll be back! "Hahahaha …" A voice came from afar.

"Offences... Everything has a definite number... It looked like the martial arts world would once again face a calamity … "Amitabha …"

"Withered Zen Master" shook his head towards the direction of the black clothed man.

"The autumn wind is strong and the trees are swaying." "When …" The first bell rang...

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