Volume 8: The Jianghu Chapter 373: Thirteen Years of Disaster, the Girl Named Xie
Thirteen years of disaster!!!
Beside the large bluestone, two young men asked in confusion, "Dad, what does the thirteen-year calamity mean?"
The man looked at the back of the white-robed swordsman climbing the mountain and whispered, "According to ancient legends, every thirteen years, the martial arts world will be in chaos and suffer a catastrophe."
It was strange to say that everyone at the foot of the mountain was terrified and extremely frightened by the white-robed swordsman, but only the father and his two sons seemed to be unaffected at all.
The two teenagers were also quite confused, because their peers of the same age had already been frightened pale by the roar, but they didn't feel anything unusual.
"Oh, this guy is trying to break into Wudang Mountain. Let's go and take a look."
Listening to the long-ringing bells on the mountain, some people were moved and rushed to the top of the mountain.
The two teenagers quickly suggested, "Dad, let's go too."
The man didn't want to join in the fun, but he couldn't resist the two young men pulling him from the left and right, so he had to follow the crowd up to Wudang Mountain.
It is said that along the way, not a single disciple of the Wudang Sect guarding the mountain was left alive. Their swords had not even been unsheathed before they were all killed by a sword.
"What a terrifying sword technique!"
There were exclamations everywhere, and everyone climbed even faster.
When a group of people went up the mountain one after another, they saw several corpses lying in the open space in front of Wudang Mountain.
The white-robed swordsman stood among the corpses, looking at the Wudang disciples who were facing a formidable enemy, and said softly, "Today I am only looking for Qingsong. Anyone who wishes to die may come forward."
An old Taoist priest with a youthful face and white hair, and an air of immortality, stepped out from the crowd, his eyes wide open as he asked, "I am Qingsong, and may I ask if I have offended you in any way?"
The white-robed swordsman said, "There is no grudge between you and me."
Taoist Qingsong's face suddenly turned pale and blue, and he laughed angrily, "If there is no grudge between us , why did you break into my mountain gate and kill my disciples?"
The swordsman in white spoke in a harsh and cold tone, "Since you are one of the most renowned masters in the martial arts world today, aren't you prepared to face the enemy? Are you not prepared to accept the challenge?"
Taoist Qingsong was speechless for a moment. After all, for so many years, the Tianxia Alliance had dominated the Central Plains, and there had been no bloodshed or fighting, let alone such scenes.
"Master, be careful, this person might not be from the Central Plains." Someone couldn't help but remind him.
Taoist Qingsong glanced at the strangely long sword behind the man, his eyes flashing, "Fusang Swordsman?"
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly, a Buddhist chant was heard in the field, and then a white-browed monk wearing a cassock walked out.
"Ah, it's the Shaolin monk Baiyun Zen Master."
As soon as the old monk appeared, there was another commotion among the crowd.
But this monk had a round figure, a slightly short stature, and a kind face. He looked like a Maitreya Buddha walking down from the altar. Behind him stood two little novices with their heads shaved blue.
These two little monks are also interesting. One has a bitter face, and the other has a sad and compassionate look.
Zen Master Baiyun sighed, "You are so cruel, benefactor! Since we are exchanging martial arts, we should just stop when the time is right. Why do you have to kill each other with every move and leave no one alive?"
The white-robed swordsman said in a deep voice, "If we don't use life and death as the boundary, how can we determine that we have achieved our goal?"
"Where did this lunatic come from? How dare you come to the Central Plains and act so presumptuously?" With a shout, a large, bearded man jumped out, holding a black gold ring-handled broadsword. "I am Peng Hu, the owner of Pengjia Manor. I would like to ask for your guidance."
The one who is in charge of the Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife.
Just as the man had just stood there, he saw a flash of green knife light passing by.
Then, in the dead silence, a bloody wound suddenly appeared on the chest of the head of the Peng family, extending from the Tiantu point straight to the navel. A bright red blood mist gushed out, and the sword in his hand was broken in half, and he died on the spot.
After a moment, everyone on the field was terrified and retreated one after another.
Taoist Qingsong's expression also changed, and then he said without turning his head: "Shi Yan, Mu Fei, from now on, you two are my closed disciples and the heirs to the position of the head."
The two young men who had just been led up the mountain were standing behind Qingsong. They were stunned when they heard the words, but they soon realized that these words clearly meant to make arrangements for their final wishes. They immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times, saying in unison with tears in their eyes, "Disciple greets Master!"
Qingsong picked up his ancient pine-patterned sword and walked down the stairs.
"Your Excellency, this time you are here, you are not just challenging me, right?"
"Challenge?" A strange smile played across the white-robed swordsman's lips. "You can only sharpen my sword for me. And you're not the only one. I'm bound to visit several of the Central Plains martial arts masters. The only one I truly want to challenge is... Li Muchan."
These words were like a bolt of thunder out of the blue.
The elders of the Wudang Sect looked at each other in shock, and even the martial arts seniors who were invited to come all had expressions that changed drastically, becoming more solemn than ever before.
"Dad, who is Li Muchan?"
Behind the crowd, two young men kept standing on tiptoe to look around. When they heard the name again, they felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
The man stood with his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "I haven't heard of it."
At this moment, a young girl in green clothes suddenly appeared in the crowd and said with a sullen smile, "You haven't even heard of Li Muchan. You're truly ignorant. He's an unrivaled martial arts legend, the greatest of all time, respected by all, even by the white and black..."
After naming more than a dozen names in one breath, the girl looked at the father and his two sons curiously.
"Strange, you look so inexperienced, how come you came to Wudang to become a disciple?"
Seeing the two young men's bewildered faces, the young woman explained, "These so-called prestigious and upright sects have many rules. If you want to be noticed by them, you must not only have outstanding talent but also a clean family background. Most importantly, you need a recommendation from a renowned elder. Otherwise, even if you break down their gates, they won't even glance at you."
After hearing this, the two brothers immediately looked sad.
The girl looked at him amusedly and said, "My name is Xie Xiaoyu. What are your names?"
The two young men stood on either side. The one on the left said gloomily, "My name is Shangguan Shisan."
The one on the right answered, "My name is Li Xiyi."
The girl who called herself Xie Xiaoyu couldn't help but restrain the smile on her face when she heard these two names. Then she frowned slightly and glanced at the disheveled man calmly.
The big man was completely unaware, standing there with his hands in his sleeves, his hair disheveled, looking as calm as a street urchin. He would peek inside from time to time, looking very ordinary.
The girl was puzzled and hesitated for a moment before asking the two brothers, "You seem to be brothers, why do you have different surnames?"
Shangguan Shisan smiled bitterly and said, "My mother said that my father was a son-in-law, and out of pity for him, she let us two brothers take our mother's surname and our father's surname respectively."
The more Xie Xiaoyu listened, the more confused she became. She secretly looked at the big man, her brows furrowed and her eyes shifted.
Perhaps noticing the look in the girl's eyes, the big man grinned, "Hehe... Hehe..."
Xie Xiaoyu asked again tentatively: "May I ask this uncle's name?"
The man said cheerfully, "I'm not a famous person. I'm just a country bumpkin. People in this town call me Li Da."
Looking at the father and his two sons in front of him, Xie Xiaoyu couldn't help but whisper to himself, "Is there really such a coincidence in the world?"
She seemed to have encountered something extremely troubling, and she didn't even care about the fighting on the field. She kept talking to herself. She had already turned around, but hesitated as if she had something else to say.
But at this moment, a loud cry was heard from the empty field, "Master!"
