Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 8

Chapter Eight: A Demonic Monk from India, Guarding the Zen Sutra in a Cliffside Cave, Reflects on the Past in the Central Plains, Demons Dancing, Snow-Covered Valleys Frequently Appear, A Single Thought of Greed

Lingers, Noisy Birds Cry in the Withered Forest, A Traveling Dragon, a Young Man, Standing Alone in Thin Clothes, a Wanderer's Heart Aches. Beside the Jin River, twelve li west of Jin Yuan County, nestled between mountains and water, stands the magnificent Jinci Temple. Its pavilions and towers, each uniquely designed, are a tranquil and secluded haven, with beautiful flowers and plants, making it the most attractive place for ladies to visit in Jinchuan. On this day, in a waterside pavilion within Jinci Temple, a middle-aged scholar and a disheveled old beggar sit whispering. The book explains that these two are Yu Yun and the eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke. Let's hear what Meng Zhongke has to say.

Three months ago, the eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke, one of the Three Wonders, was wandering deep into the Taiyue Mountains. Not far from the mountain, he saw a strangely shaped peak, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling a wine cup. From a distance, it appeared as a forest of bizarre rocks, a solitary cliff rising sharply, barren of trees and vines. Intrigued, he rushed towards it, traversing the deep ravines and rock formations, leaping over two precipices with incredible speed. In no time, he had traveled a great distance when suddenly a mountain breeze carried the faint sound of Buddhist chanting. He was greatly surprised. There were no temples or monasteries in these mountains, not even a path. He concluded that this mountain was uninhabited. If so,

where did the chanting come from? Listening intently, the sound seemed to be coming from the east, so he rushed eastward. Along the way, he climbed to higher ground several times to check. With his eyesight, he could see clearly even at distances of tens or hundreds of feet, but he could not see the eaves or walls at all. He couldn't help but wonder if he had misheard the sound of the wind carrying the chanting. But then it entered his ears again, and he stopped thinking about it and continued flying eastward.

After running for about forty or fifty zhang, he glimpsed a dark stone cave at the corner of a precipice, situated in the center of a solitary cliff. It seemed extremely deep, with only a narrow path protruding from the entrance, beyond which lay a sheer drop. He concluded that the Buddhist chanting was coming from inside the cave, but to enter, one had to traverse this narrow path, several zhang long and only half a foot wide. Though called a path, it was actually just a protrusion of rock. To the left, the rocks were steep and smooth, offering no handholds, while to the right was a bottomless abyss. Except for birds, it was difficult for humans and animals to climb into the cave. In reality, the cave resembled a flat mirror with a flaw in the middle. The strange beggar Meng Zhongke was taken aback and thought, "This is strange. Judging from the shape of this mountain, there are no trees or water plants, and birds and animals cannot survive here. Where would humans be? Yet, I clearly hear the sound of monks chanting Buddhist prayers..." "Is it because I'm deaf?"

After pondering for a while, he muttered to himself, "This cave seems a bit strange. There must be someone inside, but how did they get in? Could there be another passage?" With this doubt in his mind, his feet involuntarily ran to the top of the cliff and to the left, right, and back of the isolated cliff to check. After careful exploration, he found no other passage to enter. He then jumped up and scrambled back to the edge of the isolated cliff, pondering how to enter. Suddenly, he heard a faint chanting coming from inside the cave, intermittent and intermittent. He heard: "...attaining Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi...speaking of the annihilation of all beings...not speaking of the characteristics of annihilation and reduction in the Dharma..."

The strange beggar heard it immediately and knew it was the chapter on annihilation and reduction in the Diamond Sutra. He guessed that the person in the cave must be an enlightened monk, so he asked, "Who is the enlightened one in the cave?" After a pause, a faint voice replied: "

This old monk, Bao Tan, only those with the Lingxu Qigong and the Seven Birds Body Technique are allowed to enter the cave. If you do not believe you have such skills, please do not take the risk. I have been harmed by my wicked disciple, and half of my body is in a state of fiery paralysis, so I cannot leave the cave. I hope you will understand." The voice grew weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

Meng Zhongke, the Three-Skilled Beggar, was startled. He seemed to recognize the name Bao Tan. He glanced at the cave entrance again, feeling troubled. The place where Bao Tan was hiding was at least seventeen or eighteen zhang away from the cave entrance. Although he was good at lightness skills, he could only leap five or six zhang at most, still a long way off. There was no place to catch his breath in between. Even if he had the Lingxu Qigong, it would be difficult to change his body shape halfway and fly into the cave in one breath. Even the nine masters in the martial arts world at present might not have such ability. The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became. How did Zen Master Bao Tan enter the cave? If he had such unfathomable martial arts, how could he have been harmed by his wicked disciple? But he didn't know who his wicked disciple was. Suddenly, he heard Zen Master Bao Tan's faint voice again: "You are a person with good fortune to be able to get here. May I ask your name?"

The Three-Skilled Beggar quickly replied: "Old man Meng Zhongke." After a moment, Master Baotan continued, “

So it is Meng Tanyue of the Beggar Clan. If Meng Tanyue does not find it disrespectful, please allow me to recount my past to dispel your doubts. I am from Central India. More than sixty years ago, I took in three disciples named Jin Yue, Yin Yue, and Ming Yue, known as the Three Venerables of the Outer Heavens. They learned eight or nine tenths of what I had learned. Later, the three disciples gradually went astray. I angrily went down the mountain to cleanse the sect, but I did not expect that the three wicked disciples had also improved their skills considerably. I tried my best but could not defeat them. Instead, Yin Yue struck me with a ‘Red Demon Moga’ palm, and I was seriously injured. Knowing that I could not stay in India, I secretly came to the Central Plains. The three wicked disciples also came to the Central Plains to search for my whereabouts. I traveled to Tianshan Mountain and unintentionally obtained a Buddhist scripture in a cave on a snowy cliff at the summit.” The text contains various Zen martial arts techniques. The old monk was overjoyed to have mastered these Zen techniques, believing that one mastery would be enough to subdue the three evil spirits. Unexpectedly, he was found again. Helpless, he fought and fled, only to be struck by the "Crimson Fiend Moga Palm" on Jin Yue. "

You should know that the 'Crimson Fiend Moga Palm' is the most vicious martial art I have ever learned. Anyone struck by this palm, without profound internal strength, cannot use their own innate Samadhi True Fire to slowly refine the poison of the 'Crimson Fiend Moga,' ultimately turning into blood and dying. The old monk had no intention of learning this, and thus suffered the backlash. It is not without the consequences of his own evil deeds. Later, the old monk discovered this cave. He managed to hide there, using all his true strength to enter the cave entrance, nearly perishing in the abyss." The three wicked disciples arrived shortly after, but I used my palm strikes to hold them back, preventing them from succeeding. They returned dejectedly. I entered the cave and found that I had overexerted myself, worsening my injuries. My lower body was stiff and immobile. Despite my best efforts, I could not recover. Even with the true scripture, I could not apply its teachings. Originally, with my own skill, it would not have been difficult to recover using the "Return to Origin" secret technique contained in this true scripture. However, the three wicked disciples came to the cave twice a year to harass me, each time requiring me to exert all my strength. Although I escaped their clutches this way, I would likely suffer the torment of demonic fire attacking my heart every day afterward. Several times, I considered seeking liberation myself, but since my death would leave no one to control the three wicked disciples, I refrained from doing so. Meng

Zhongke suddenly realized that this Zen Master Baotan was the most notorious demon in Central India, possessing the strengths of both Buddhism and demonism. He had heard his master, Jin Mingtai, mention him years ago: Baotan, though rarely evil, was fiercely competitive, unable to see through the nature of anger and greed, and prone to fighting. Therefore, he was known as the number one demon in Central India. Unexpectedly, he had been banished to the Central Plains by his own disciples—something no one could have foreseen. Hearing this, Meng Zhongke felt a pang of sorrow. Hearing that the three celestial beings were uncontrollable, he felt a surge of anger and asked, "I am saddened by the Zen Master's suffering, but your claim that no one can subdue your disciple seems inaccurate."

After a moment, Zen Master Baotan let out a soft, cold laugh and said, "Meng Tanyue..." "Do you think my words are untrue? There may be some Zen masters in the Central Plains martial arts world who could control this, but they are few and far between. We cannot easily start a conflict over my matter. If those three wicked ones weren't afraid of my being alive, the Central Plains would have been turned upside down long ago, and the seven major sects would have collapsed."

The stubborn Meng Zhongke, the three eccentric beggars, was enraged by the sight of the blind monk and said sharply, "Master, although our sect's martial arts are high, you cannot lightly say that there is no one in the Central Plains martial arts world." Zen

Master Baotan chuckled and said, "Does Meng Tan Yue think that I am not speaking sincerely? I am already 107 years old this year. Even if I haven't completely eliminated my greed and anger, how could I speak so arrogantly to you? In short, I have spoken too much, but are you willing to make a bet with me?" Upon hearing this, Meng Zhongke, the "

Three Strange Beggars," chuckled inwardly, thinking, "You're inside the cave, and I'm outside. What kind of bet could we possibly have?" Unable to resist his curiosity, he smiled and asked, "May I ask how the Zen Master intends to wager?"

After a long pause, Bao Tan said, "This old monk regrets what I just said. Even if you, my patron, had asked, I would have been tempted to compete. Let's make a bet: my three wicked disciples come to harass the cave twice a year, and their next visit is estimated to be before the end of this year. If you, Meng Zhongke, can find someone capable of defeating them before the end of the year to protect me on the cliff, I will surely be free in six months. Besides the true scriptures I obtained from Tianshan, which I will give to the protector, I will also help your Beggars' Sect martial arts flourish. Conversely, if you, Meng Zhongke, must travel to Central India to find my long-lost junior brother, is that alright?" "

The eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke was in a dilemma, thinking, 'This isn't a bet, it's clearly a trap.' Before he could answer, he heard Bao Tan let out a soft, cold laugh: 'When I said before that there was no one left in the Central Plains martial arts world, I can confirm that I meant it sincerely. Otherwise, Tan Yue wouldn't be in such a predicament. Let's forget it! We should cancel our previous agreement. In the past five years, apart from my wicked disciple, no one has passed by. It's rare for Tan Yue to come here; at least I can vent my pent-up frustrations.'"

Meng Zhongke laughed loudly, "Master, I know you are trying to lure me into a trap, but I am willing to comply. It's a deal. I'll take my leave." With that, he turned and galloped away.

Afterwards, the eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke traveled the martial world for two months, hoping to invite a person of exceptional martial arts skill. But this was no easy task. If someone from an evil sect agreed, he feared they would collude with the Three Venerables of the Outer Heavens, becoming even more powerful. On the other hand, righteous people might not be willing to come. He was deeply troubled. Finally, in southern Shaanxi, he met Elder Cang Xi, the Nine-Fingered Elder of his sect. When they discussed the matter, Cang Xi exclaimed in surprise, "The Three Venerables of the Outer Heavens possess unfathomable martial arts skills. How can you make such a promise? The best course of action now is for you to quickly go to Shanxi and find my sworn brother, Xie Yun." "Yue, ask him for help; that should resolve the matter. I have other matters to attend to and cannot accompany you. Go quickly."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhongke hurriedly returned to Taiyuan. A month passed quickly, and only a few days remained until the end of the year. He still hadn't seen Xie Yunyue and was already disappointed. He knew he had to go to Zhongtianzhu. Zhongtianzhu was extremely wary of martial arts figures from the Central Plains, and he might even lose his life in a foreign land. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Xie Yunyue, who was still using the pseudonym Yu Yun at the time. He then asked Yu Yunyue to protect Zen Master Baotan once.

Yu Yun pondered for a long time, thinking to himself, "Central India was formerly known as the Land of Ghosts and Demons. I've heard that the people and things there often have unbelievable ways of doing things. Bao Tan's praise of the martial arts of his disciples, the Three Venerables of the Outer Heavens, might not be unfounded. Regardless of whether it is true or not, I must go there at my elder brother Cang Xi's request. Also, Meng Zhongke said that Zen Master Bao Tan obtained a Buddhist scripture in the Tianshan Mountains. I wonder if it was left behind by my master, the Venerable Wuwei. If so, I must go again to protect the treasures of my sect." So he smiled and said, "Master Meng, I will go tomorrow. However, the Taiyue Mountains are full of peaks and valleys. How am I supposed to find it?" Meng Zhongke,

the Strange Beggar, saw Yu Yun's hesitation and assumed that he was unwilling to go to Taiyue for him, so he couldn't help but look worried. However, after hearing Yu Yun's promise... Overjoyed, he hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Hero Xie, when Meng Zhongke left Taiyue Mountain, he had already noted the route into the mountain and drawn a map. We only need to enter from Huangzhuang in Lingshi County and follow the map to find the way. Now, Meng Zhongke is catching up with the two young men of the Fu family. I will return to pay my respects to Hero Xie upon my return."

Yu Yun nodded with a smile. The three strange beggars, Meng Zhongke, bid farewell and left. That day was the 24th of the twelfth lunar month. Yu Yun sat in the waterside pavilion, gazing at the withered lotus leaves and stalks in the pond outside the window. He stared blankly for a while, recalling that it had been exactly one year since he descended the mountain and arrived in Nanchang Prefecture. A wanderer far from home, a guest in a foreign land, he wondered if the year was over. He couldn't help but feel melancholy. He stretched, then strolled out of Jinke. Looking around for a mile and seeing no one, he quickened his pace and hurried towards Taiyuan City.

The weather had turned quite bad, significantly different from the previous days. Gone was the bright sunshine; the sky was now a low, gray haze, and the wind was fierce, cutting like a knife against the face. Thankfully, it hadn't snowed, otherwise, the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year would have been halved. Yu Yun entered the South Gate of Taiyuan, his pace slowing. The streets were bustling with people, and he wandered aimlessly, looking east and west.

Many households had set up incense and candles and offered sacrifices in front of their doors. Suddenly, a rapid jingling of bells rang out from the center of the street, and the crowd parted to the side. Upon closer inspection, Yu Yun let out a soft exclamation. The person on the horse was none other than the long-separated Lan Wanlan. Ni Wanlan wore a tight-fitting emerald green silk jacket and trousers, a black satin belt with white brocade trim around her waist, and a striking scarlet leather cloak. Her slightly upturned lips and charmingly rosy face made her appear even more graceful and elegant.

The horse was a magnificent steed, as white as snow, without a single stray hair from head to tail. Lan cracked her whip, and the horse galloped away like a dragon towards the south gate. She didn't notice Yu Yun staring at her; in fact, she wouldn't recognize him even if she saw him. If he took off his mask, it would be a different story. Yu Yun seemed surprised, staring intently at Lan's departing figure, wondering, "What is she doing in Shanxi?" He couldn't help but feel concerned, but then, remembering her stubborn and willful nature, he shook his head and turned to leave.

He caught sight of a restaurant, "Liuxiangju," its bright black signboard swaying in the cold wind. He stepped aside, about to go upstairs, when suddenly a charmingly innocent pink face appeared at the entrance, followed by a completely black figure, carrying small shoes, clattering down the stairs. Yu Yun retracted his raised right foot, darting to the side of the building at the bottom. The girl in black strode downstairs, suddenly catching sight of Yu Yun. She paused, then smiled sweetly and walked away like a gust of wind, seemingly muttering as she left, "Wearing this garish mask, it's really disgusting to look at."

Yu Yun was stunned, remembering Guoxian in the living room, the stormy night in his hands. She must have been the one who stole Mingzhu. Without thinking, he chased after her, only to bump into someone with a loud "thud." The person was thrown five or six steps and landed on their backside, yelling, "My God, that hurts so much!" They grimaced and clutched their chest and abdomen.

Yu Yun looked closely and saw the shop assistant lying on the ground. Overwhelmed with remorse, he went to help them up, and in an instant, a crowd of onlookers gathered. The waiter, seeing Yu Yun enter the shop, followed behind intending to greet him. However, the girl in black came downstairs, and as Yu Yun dodged, so did he. He swallowed his words, realizing that Yu Yun would immediately go upstairs after the girl's words, and thus caught off guard. Yu Yun, with his sudden movement, had caused the waiter considerable trouble. Realizing he couldn't catch up, Yu Yun gave up and went upstairs himself. By the time he finished his meal, it was already dusk.

In late December, the night was bitterly cold. Yu Yun strolled slowly through the streets of Taiyuan, before disappearing into the darkness. Early the next morning, a horrifying incident spread throughout the streets and alleys of Taiyuan City—the residence of Li Jingyi, the retired Vice Minister of Revenue, in Sanyuan Lane, North City, had been burglarized. Half of his precious artifacts, antiques, and gold, stored in the iron-plated storeroom, had vanished. But that was the least of his worries; the eight martial arts guards of Li's residence were all found with their limbs severed in the same manner, their bodies scattered in the garden, which was stained with blood. The entire residence was filled with terror.

Vice Minister Li and his wife were bald from the eyebrows up—the thieves had audacity, even inscribing the words "Qingfeng Gang Feng Long" on the whitewashed wall, adding a bloody palm print above the characters, making the whole affair even more shocking and chilling. People talked about it, their fear mixed with a hint of glee, because Vice Minister Li was known for his ruthless wealth and ruthless handling of lawsuits. The henchmen of Taiyuan Prefecture were extremely busy; the head constable, Shan Dao Shou, was constantly going in and out of Li's residence, sweating profusely. The scoundrels had done it so cleanly, leaving not a single trace.

Many of the local constables were members of the Qingfeng Sect. Sun He knew it wasn't Feng Long of the Qingfeng Gang who did it, but no one could point to another person as the culprit, so he couldn't help but secretly lament his predicament. At this moment, Yu Yun was on his way to Lingshi, whipping his horse and galloping at full speed. Before noon, he had already arrived at Huangzhuang, where he left his horse with a farmer and entered the mountains according to the map drawn by the strange beggar Meng Zhongke.

Climbing the mountain from Huangzhuang, the surrounding mountains stretched for dozens of miles, majestic and towering. This section of the Taiyue Mountains was the most rugged and dangerous. The so-called Taiyue was supposed to be more magnificent than the Five Sacred Mountains, but in reality, while it was indeed dangerous, it wasn't necessarily majestic and awe-inspiring. Yu Yun unleashed his full power, employing his unparalleled lightness skill to speed across mountains and ridges. The weather changed drastically, with dark clouds gathering and a fierce north wind howling, swirling snowflakes. As soon as he reached the top of the cliff, he saw several figures moving rapidly on the opposite peak. He immediately recognized their lightness skill and footwork, knowing they possessed extraordinary abilities. Yu Yun wondered why the group ahead was rushing through these barren mountains. Did they also know about Zen Master Baotan? With this question in mind, he shrugged and flew more than five zhang away, leaping and bounding forward, quickly closing the distance to only six or seven zhang. As Yu Yun approached, he immediately recognized that there were seven people in total, including Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang, known as the Eight-Armed Vajra. Yu Yun was secretly amazed.

However, the seven people ahead were all highly skilled martial artists. Yuwen Lei and another black-bearded, black-haired elder had already sensed something amiss behind them. With a snort, they simultaneously changed their forward leap into a backward one, their sleeves whistling through the air as they pounced back. Their sudden movements were faster than lightning, and others would have been unable to stop such a swift attack. However, Yu Yun was extremely alert, his agility far surpassing that of the seven. Before the other two could fully turn over, he had already bent low and slipped into the stalagmites on the left.

These stalagmites stood tall, two feet above a person, and Yu Yun darted among them, overtaking Yuwen Lei and his group of seven. Meanwhile, Yuwen Lei and the black-bearded elder landed on the ground, finding the path they had come from completely deserted, without even insects, let alone people. They were both stunned for a moment, exchanging bewildered glances, then forced a bitter smile. Neither of them could afford to lose face and keep their anger inside, continuing their race forward.

Before understanding their purpose, Yu Yun didn't want to provoke them. He unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, leaping seven or eight zhang in a flash, leaving Yuwen Lei and the others far behind. Snowflakes danced in his hair, the biting wind whipping his face; otherwise, he could have gone even faster.

An hour passed, and Yu Yun was somewhat alarmed by what he saw. He had encountered two or three groups of people along the way. They didn't seem to be from the same group, but all appeared to have a purpose. What was their purpose? That remained a question. Could it be the Buddhist scriptures from Master Baotan's cave? What else could attract these people so much? Yu Yun thought this, but then dismissed it. According to Meng Zhongke, the Three Strange Beggars, since Master Baotan entered the cave five years ago, no one except the Three Venerable Ones from beyond the heavens had passed by. Therefore, he believed these groups had other motives. He didn't care about this matter and let them be. So, he continued his soaring flight.

The strange peak where Master Baotan was hiding was only two or three ridges away from where Yu Yun was. Just as Yu Yun was about to leap down from the peak, he suddenly saw a figure leaping about thirty or forty feet to his left; there was also the sound of metal clashing. A thought flashed through his mind, and Yu Yun dodged to the left. As soon as he got closer, he saw two people fighting desperately in the swirling snow. Yu Yun leaned against a rock and watched intently. The two people were so focused on fighting that they did not notice Yu Yun, who was only five or six feet away.

There stood a man, an elderly man in his fifties with a yellow beard and strange, piercing eyes, wielding an oddly shaped sword, his movements unleashing unexpected and ingenious techniques. The other was a handsome young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, with a fair complexion and a face full of grief and indignation. His right hand hung limply, and he wielded a sword with his left hand. His swordplay was exquisite and unparalleled, yet his energy seemed somewhat unstable and impure. At times, his attacks were incredibly fierce, but at other times they appeared weak. Yu Yun watched, somewhat puzzled, and thought to himself, "This young man's swordplay is indeed taught by a master, seemingly from the Kunlun School. But looking at his 'Golden Swallow Three Spin' move, it is extremely powerful, yet why does he seem to lack the strength to execute it?" Upon closer inspection, it dawned on him that when the young man first sparred with the old man with the yellow beard, he was caught off guard and had his pressure points struck. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and closed the pressure points himself, preventing himself from becoming paralyzed. However, under the old man's relentless attack, his internal energy was not properly balanced, resulting in a qi stagnation. This explained why the young man's sword strikes were sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

After about ten moves, the young man's face was flushed, and he was emitting thick, phlegmy sounds, clearly indicating that his internal energy was even more severely disrupted. Seeing that the young man was at his limit, the old man with the yellow beard swung his sword even more fiercely than before, laughing strangely and looking smug. The young man's brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched tightly, as if he was in unspeakable pain. His eyes were wide open, and he raised his sword with his left hand again. A zigzag sword wave came crashing down, forcing the old man with the yellow beard back seven or eight steps. This move, "Bees Swaying on Buds," was executed with great skill.

But after the boy used this move, his expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The yellow-bearded old man remained silent, and lunged forward with his flying sword. By this time, the boy was already swaying precariously, only two inches away from being killed by the sword. Yu Yun was extremely anxious. He shouted and pounced into the air, charging towards the yellow-bearded old man. Just as the yellow-bearded old man was about to succeed, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. He knew someone was attacking. At this moment, he could no longer care about hurting others; he needed to protect himself first. He casually swung his long sword at Yu Yun's charging figure, and his body forcefully darted to the left.

Yu Yun only wanted to save the boy and did not want to hurt him. He did not pursue him again because he did not understand who was right and who was wrong; who was righteous and who was evil. Yu Yun shared the same habits as his father, and his blood contained the same temperament. Right and wrong always came before good and evil. If you were a member of a righteous sect and your actions were unreasonable, he would abandon you. At this moment, Yu Yun landed in front of the boy, his two fingers swiftly striking the boy's acupoints on his waist. In the blink of an eye, he flicked three times, then flipped back onto the rock.

Yu Yun's acupoint striking and releasing techniques were unparalleled. After being struck and released, the boy's body relaxed, his true energy suddenly returned to normal, and he felt a surge of energy, his sword shifting from his left hand to his right. The old man with the yellow beard had already retreated three zhang away. Turning his head, he saw that the boy's acupoints had been released by a middle-aged poor scholar, and his face paled in horror. This was because his acupoint striking technique was completely different from others, and he had managed to release the acupoints even from a poor scholar. Knowing that the boy's acupoints were now released, he was afraid he couldn't stop him, so he hated the poor scholar with a vengeance.

At this moment, the boy suddenly became powerful, his body leaping into the air, his waist twisting, his ape-like arm suddenly extending, his wrist flashing with three consecutive sword strikes towards the old man with the yellow beard's chest. The swordplay was strange and fierce, even more different from before. Caught off guard by the lightning-fast attack, the old man with the yellow beard had no time to retreat and could only hastily draw his sword. Sparks flew as the two swords clashed, and the old man's sword, unable to be withdrawn, bent slightly downwards, as if drawn in by the potential of the young man's sword. Startled, the young man swiftly struck the old man's left foot's "Ruzhong" acupoint, stopping just before the old man's sword slid forward. He did not push further, but merely restrained his opponent.

Yu Yun felt that this young man's martial arts skills were even more profound than those of Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao. At this moment, the young man shouted, "You shameless Soul-Slaying Sword Hu Pinwu! You dared to ambush me, bringing shame to your sect's Four Evils of China! What do you have to say now?"

Hu Pinwu, now subdued, could say nothing. However, desperate to survive, his eyes darted around, and he hurriedly said, "Young Master Ge, it's not that my martial arts are inferior to yours, but I was ambushed and subdued by you. Now it's all canceled out. What else is there to say? If you have the guts, let's fight again. If I'm no match for you, I'll commit suicide on the spot, how about that?"

The young man surnamed Ge, also driven by his competitive spirit, raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly and laughed, "Alright, I bet you can't escape my grasp either." He withdrew his sword and dodged several feet away.

Hu Pinwu, the Soul-Slaying Sword, sneered, "Boy, you've been tricked." He turned and slightly bowed, then with a swift, light leap, he darted more than ten zhang away. The young man surnamed Ge, not expecting Hu Pinwu's shamelessness, blinked in surprise, let out a clear whistle, and was about to give chase when Hu Pinwu, having already suffered enough, stopped in his tracks.

It turned out that Hu Pinwu, having just escaped the tiger's den, was about to leap again after his three leaps when he suddenly saw the middle-aged poor scholar landing in front of him. Terrified, he tried to dodge to the side, but in the blink of an eye, two sharp slaps rang out, and Hu Pinwu was slapped twice. The blows left Hu Pinwu's face black and swollen, and for a long time, his cheeks still burned.

Yu Yun sneered, "No wonder Young Hero Ge called you shameless. Now that I see you, you are truly shameless to the extreme. Why don't you obediently go back? You only managed to defeat Young Hero Ge by one move, and I will not lift a finger." With that, his eyes glared menacingly.

Hu Pinwu sighed and turned to walk towards Young Hero Ge. Hu Pinwu stopped a few feet away from Young Hero Ge, but then an unexpected event occurred. It turned out that the three or four groups of people that Yu Yun had seen along the way had all arrived on the hillside beside him. One of them exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that Brother Hu?" Before he finished speaking, a burly man with a thick beard flew out and landed in front of Hu Pinwu.

Seeing his savior appear out of nowhere, Hu Pinwu was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Brother Yin, is that Ge Tianhao, the Kunlun brat who killed your nephew with his sword? I was just about to capture him, but I was disturbed by that poor scholar again!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man with the bushy beard rushed in front of Ge Tianhao and said hatefully, "Ge brat, you should remember that my nephew Yin Hua died tragically under your sword last year. I have been tracking him everywhere. The net of heaven is vast, and this time he has finally run into my hands, hahaha..." With a laugh, he used the move "Thunderous Might" and his five fingers spread wide to grab Ge Tianhao's head.

Upon seeing his first move, Ge Tianhao immediately recognized it as the "Flower Yin Ghostly Mortal" technique from the Kongtong school. Instead of waiting to parry, he unleashed a sudden "Mysterious Yin Life-Taking Three Moves," attacking from an unexpected point. Ge Tianhao swiftly withdrew his left foot, his body collapsing, and he appeared behind the burly man with a zigzag sword wave, unleashing the "Bees Swaying on Buds" technique. He shouted, "Yin Dahong, how dare you say that! Your wicked nephew, Yin Hua, is a womanizer and immoral, deserving of divine and human condemnation. It's no wonder he died by my sword!"

Yin Dahong's attack missed, and he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, aimed directly at his chest. He quickly spun around. The Xuan Yin Ghost Claw unleashed three moves simultaneously, deflecting Ge Tianhao's longsword with its Xuan Yin True Qi, leaving only a tingling numbness in his arm and a slight stagger as he staggered back two steps. He thought to himself, "What a powerful Xuan Yin Ghost Claw!"

At this moment, Yu Yun overheard Hu Pinwu speaking to Yin Dahong and realized that the young man who had come to his aid was none other than Ge Tianhao, the outstanding talent of the Kunlun Sect, nicknamed "Little White Dragon." Otherwise, how could he possess such skill? He also noticed that many of the three or four groups of people were scrutinizing him, and he chuckled inwardly, thinking, "You cowards only dare to attack Ge Tianhao. I'll leave you all here."

Meanwhile, Ge Tianhao, his sword deflected by Yin Dahong's "Mysterious Yin Qi Gong," staggered to the side, his handsome face flushed red with rage. Without another word, he unleashed the Kunlun ultimate technique, the "Divine Swallow Swordplay," his sword flashing with unpredictable moves, encircling Yin Dahong. Yin Dahong was the third junior brother of the Kongtong Sect leader, possessing unique skill in the "Mysterious Yin Ghost Claw." People in the martial world feared him and fled, earning him the nickname "Ghost Demon Hand."

Seeing Ge Tianhao use his Kunlun ultimate technique, he chuckled coldly, "Boy, others fear your 'Divine Swallow Swordplay,' but they can't frighten me, Yin. You'll taste the deadly power of the Ghost Claw." "With a flick of his wrists, they transformed into a flurry of ghostly hands. The already dazzling display of flying snowflakes was further amplified by the rapid hand movements, creating a bewildering and disorienting effect.

Ge Tianhao suddenly noticed a significant difference in the internal energy emitted by Yin Dahong's palms. His right palm was purely offensive, deliberately exploiting gaps in the sword's edge, while his left palm was purely defensive. The moment the sword approached, it was deflected by the Yin energy of his left palm. Ge Tianhao was astonished by the extent of Yin Dahong's skill. It was known that when internal energy was cultivated to the point of complete control, it was a matter of ten..." Differentiating between strong and weak strikes is not difficult; however, to unleash the full power of both palms simultaneously, one strong and one weak, is truly challenging. Knowing that Yin Dahong's true power had reached a state of perfection, and that his swordplay was not so strange and unpredictable, he could hardly withstand the attack. He tightened his wrist, his swordplay suddenly changing: unleashing the Kunlun Supreme Heart Method, the nine life-saving techniques. In an instant, his sword swept across the battlefield with unparalleled ferocity, forcing the Demon Hand Yin Dahong to retreat repeatedly.

At this moment, a shout suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Stop!" A massive figure lunged through the air. Ge Tianhao was astonished by the newcomer's speed, his sword flashing

as he leaped back more than ten feet. Yu Yun recognized the newcomer as none other than Yuwen Lei, the Eight-Armed Vajra, leader of the Red Flag Gang. Yuwen Lei smiled at Ge Tianhao and said, "Young Master Ge's skill is superb, which I greatly admire. This place and time are truly unsuitable for further fighting. Please, for my sake, let's stop for now." Before Ge Tianhao could reply, Yuwen Lei turned to Yin Taihong and said, "Brother Yin, we have urgent business to attend to. We can discuss it another day. Let's go." He then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ge Tianhao and said, "We'll meet again." He grabbed Yin Taihong's hand and dashed off. The five men accompanying them followed Yin Taihong, their faces full of resentment. They glared at Ge Tianhao fiercely. Then, several other groups of people, not traveling together, also vanished without a trace. Hu Pinwu, the Soul-Slaying Sword, had long since disappeared.

Ge Tianhao watched them go alone, then remembered he should thank Yu Yun for releasing his acupoints. But all around was quiet; besides the falling snow, there wasn't a soul in sight. Knowing they were long gone, he sighed and hurried towards the path Yuwen Lei and the others had taken, trudging through the snow. In truth, Yu Yun was hidden behind the rocks, and he didn't want to talk to him at this moment. Fearing he might miss Meng Zhongke's solemn entrustment, and seeing that Ge Tianhao had already gone far away, he revealed himself, flicking the snowflakes off his robe with both hands.

At this moment, the sky grew even darker, a strong north wind blew, and the mountain soil was already covered with half an inch of snow. Looking into the distance, it was just a white expanse, indistinguishable between sky and mountain. Yu Yun took a deep breath and walked forward, but instead of following the tracks of Yuwen Lei and the others, he veered diagonally to the right. Yu Yun sped along the winding mountain ridge, and after running only about a hundred feet, a strangely shaped token suddenly appeared two feet in front of him. Shaped like a hand, with a handle resembling a wrist, it was dark and very conspicuous on the snow.

This strange token… The sight drew Yu Yun to a stop. He glanced at the token, then suddenly extended his right foot and flicked it off the ground. His right hand swiftly reached for the handle, still feeling its warmth, indicating it had been recently lost. However, he doubted it belonged to any of the three or four people who had lost it, as they hadn't left through this route. But whose it was, he couldn't tell. He caught a faint fragrance and realized the token must have been lost by a woman, and had been carefully kept close to her body. He deduced that this strange token must have a significant history. Upon closer inspection, he saw five demon heads, fangs bared and eyes glaring, engraved on the palm of the token, along with many other haphazardly carved markings. The stripes were exactly like those on a human palm. Yu Yun was lost in thought, his hand stroking the token, then suddenly he tried to put it back in his pocket.

Just then, a gust of wind swept in front of him—a soft hand reached for the token in Yu Yun's hand. Yu Yun was startled, only to see that the person was none other than the beautiful, ethereal girl in black he had met at the entrance of the tavern in Taiyuan City. He was stunned, but the girl had already grabbed the token, though he still couldn't pull it out of his hand. The girl in black, unable to snatch the token, and unable to withdraw her jade-like hand, blushed with anxiety, her almond-shaped eyes wide open as she scolded, "What's wrong with you? This is something I've worked so hard to obtain, and you want to steal it? How shameless! Aren't you going to give it back to me?" Only then did Yu

Yun see clearly that this girl in black was even more beautiful than Zhao Lianzhu and Fu Wan, beautiful to the core, with every part of her beautiful and naturally charming. It should be noted that Yu Yun was not a lecherous person; his love of beauty was simply human nature. He knew that the token had been lost by this woman and should have returned it immediately, but he was afraid that if he returned it, she would quietly leave, so he was reluctant to part with it. He then laughed and said, "Oh dear, this token is something I picked up in the snow. How can you say that it was lost by you, Miss? And you certainly can't say that I kept it for myself. Wouldn't that be a bit of an insult to my manners?"

The girl chuckled, released her hand, and with a smile on her face, her expression suddenly changed. Anger surged up on her fair face, and she scolded in a low voice, "Are you going to give it back or not? If you don't return it to me, I'll have to kill you!" As she spoke, she pressed the sword sheath on her back with her right hand, and with a clang, the sword was drawn.

Yu Yun hurriedly waved his hand, laughing, "Miss, slow down, slow down, let's talk this out. This token was left behind by you, and I trust it. But there's something I need to clarify..."

The girl in black smiled again, then said angrily, "What is it? Speak quickly, I have urgent business."

Yu Yun deliberately made things difficult, smiling slightly, "Miss, may I ask your name?"

The girl in black smiled sweetly and said, "It's just this little thing, your surname is..." Suddenly she stopped, snorted, and said, "I'm not trying to marry you, why do you need to ask?" Then she realized there was something wrong with her words and blushed.

Yu Yun just smiled, and the girl in black gritted her teeth and said, "You dare to make fun of Zhan Niang, I'll make sure you don't dare to laugh anymore." She brandished her sword, then quickly withdrew it, and glared at Yu Yun.

Yu Yun found the girl incredibly charming and endearing, not at all repulsive; on the contrary, it only enhanced her allure. His heart fluttered, and he immediately brandished the token in his right hand. The girl lunged forward with her flying pistol, but just two points away, Yu Yun swiftly withdrew his hand. The girl in black, caught off guard, couldn't stop and brushed past Yu Yun. Yu Yun turned and sniffed, saying, "So fragrant." His expression was utterly shameless. The

girl in black blushed instantly, her neck turning red. She scolded, "You devil, what do you want?"

Yu Yun laughed, "I dare not do anything. Even with the greatest courage, I wouldn't dare be rude to a beauty as beautiful as you. I only ask for your name, and as for the token, I will return it immediately."

The girl in black was sweetly charmed by his words and couldn't help but smile alluringly, saying, "Your name is Gu Yanwen." She stretched out her hand, saying, "Give it to me."

Yu Yun laughed, "Ha, so it's Miss Gu. What an elegant name. As for the token..." He stretched out his right hand, then quickly withdrew it.

Gu Yanwen caught him off guard and scolded, "What are you up to? Are you going to break your promise?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare. I have another request. I ask you to exchange the pearl I lost." Yu Yun was convinced that she had stolen it.

Gu Yanwen's almond-shaped eyes widened and she said, "You're such a strange person. Why are you blaming me for losing your pearl? It wasn't me who found it and saw it. Why are you accusing me?"

Yu Yun thought to himself, "Yes, the pearl was stolen that night, but I didn't see it clearly. In front of the restaurant, she only noticed that I was wearing a mask. I can't say it was her who did it. I only judged based on my intuition. How can that be considered true?" He was extremely embarrassed and stood there blankly.

Seeing his bewilderment, Gu Yanwen couldn't help but chuckle, her charm undeniable, and said, "When are you going to take off that ghost mask you're wearing? It's truly hideous."

Yu Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Gu, no one could see through my mask, yet you spotted the flaw. Do you possess some extraordinary insight?"

Gu Yanwen giggled sweetly, "That night..."

Yu Yun grabbed her left wrist, his hand trembling uncontrollably, and said anxiously, "Was it really you that night? If that's the case, then I haven't wronged you at all."

Gu Yanwen regretted her slip of the tongue, her face flushing red. She pouted and said, "So what if it is, so what if it isn't? I meant well. Otherwise, would you have chased after me?" She tried to pull her left hand away from Yu Yun's grasp, but Yu Yun possessed superhuman strength, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free. She said angrily, "You...will you let go?"

Yu Yun smiled, gently releasing her hand. She looked around and said, "Miss Gu, there seems to be a cave in that valley over there, perfect for sheltering from the snow. Let's go there for a chat." Without waiting for Gu Yanwen's consent, she went ahead. Gu Yanwen smiled, watching Yu Yun's retreating figure, and then followed suit.

The cave, though small, was large enough for two people to kneel comfortably. They squeezed inside, whispering sweet nothings. Yu Yun felt her breath was as fragrant as orchids, her body radiating sweetness, and he was captivated, speechless, only staring blankly at Miss Gu. Seeing Yu Yun's lost and absent-minded expression, Gu Yanwen felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, her dimples blossoming like spring flowers. She playfully punched Yu Yun, scolding, "You're such a silly bird! Why didn't you speak when I called you?"

Yu Yun, as if waking from a dream, blushed for a moment before finally managing to smile and say, "I really can't figure it out. How did you know that I was traveling with Qiu Lin and Li Shaoling, and how did you know that Qiu and Li were robbed by Wei Yan of the Qingfeng Gang? Please tell me."

Gu Yanwen didn't answer, but instead fixed her bright eyes on Yu Yun, then burst out laughing, saying sweetly, "It's easy for you to tell me, but please take off your mask. Your stiff face makes me feel awkward."

Yu Yun laughed heartily and immediately removed his mask, revealing a handsome face as clear as jade, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a prominent nose, and pearly teeth, exuding a heroic and refined air, and standing out from the crowd. The young woman was stunned. He was even more handsome than she had seen him through the window that night. Yu Yun chuckled, "Miss, is my appearance acceptable?"

Gu Yanwen glanced at him sideways and said, "You're shameless! What's so good-looking about you? You look like an ugly monster. Hey, I haven't even asked your name yet, you should tell me."

Yu Yun smiled and said, "My name is Yu Yun for now."

Gu Yanwen scolded him playfully, "A name can't be temporary! What are you up to?"

Yu Yun blushed and stammered, "I have a difficult story to tell you. You'll understand in the future. Please tell me about your background first."

Gu Yanwen stared at Yu Yun with her big, watery eyes for a long time before asking, "How old are you this year?" Yu Yun smiled and held up two fingers, waving them.

Gu Yanwen smiled and said, "Twenty is... a year older than you, so I should call you Brother Yun."

Yu Yun laughed loudly, "Call me Brother Yun, and you won't regret it."

Gu Yanwen rolled her eyes at him, her expression extremely charming, and then said, "Brother Yun, do you know about the Seventh Aunt in the martial arts world?"

Yu Yun shook his head, indicating that he did not know. The girl continued, "Seventh Aunt Ren is famously ruthless, and her martial arts have all inherited the essence of the Ghost Demon Taoist..."

Yu Yun said "Oh," and then interjected, "Is the Ghost Demon Taoist the one who caused a great disturbance at the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple on Mount Song fifty years ago?" " The one who killed three Arhats with one palm?"

Gu Yanwen nodded and continued, "My mother was Ren Qigu's youngest female disciple. She was orphaned at a young age and was taken in by Ren Qigu. Later, my mother saw that Ren Qigu was perverse, lewd, cruel, and tyrannical, and was forced to marry her son Ren Long. Ren Qigu had five sons in total, known in the martial arts world as the Five Eccentrics of the Dragon Gate..."

Yu Yun suddenly realized that the people who joined forces to attack Ai Fang Shuo Jing Fang in Yangjia Village that day were the Five Eccentrics of the Dragon Gate. He couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!" Gu Yanwen laughed and punched him, scolding, "Don't interrupt me, or I won't say anything more." She pouted her little mouth, her face showing a hint of reproach.

Yu Yun hurriedly said, "Go on, go on, I won't interrupt."

So Miss Gu continued, "My mother was chaste and could not agree to marry Ren Long. But being under someone else's roof, how could she not bow her head? She kept saying that she was still young and would wait a few more years. She endured this for two years. Every day, Ren Long would harass my mother in every way. My poor mother swallowed her tears and hated him in her heart. My seventh aunt also ordered the marriage to take place immediately. My mother had no choice but to escape from the tiger's mouth. Two months later, she met my father and went into seclusion under Yanyan. The following year, she gave birth to me. Unexpectedly, Ren Long was still not giving up and searched for my mother's whereabouts in every way. When I was five years old, finally, Ren's seventh aunt and the Five Monsters of Longmen came to our door. My father was no match for them and died. My mother was kidnapped by the seventh aunt. Fortunately, I was rescued by my master." After saying this, she sobbed uncontrollably.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yun thought to himself, "No wonder people say the martial world is a den of iniquity. It seems I'm not the only one with a tragic past." He couldn't help but whisper words of comfort and explanation, and the girl finally stopped crying and smiled through her tears. She continued, "Since being adopted by Commander En, I've always thought about my mother, wondering if she's alive or dead."

Yu Yun couldn't help but chuckle, but Gu Yanwen gave him a sharp look and continued, "I know you're laughing at my mother. Actually, she's only in her early thirties. As a junior, I feel deep affection for her, and this is the only appropriate way to address her." As she finished speaking, her eyes reddened, and she added, "Last year, I heard from my mentor that after my mother was abducted, she refused to remarry Ren Long. Ren Qigu was furious and locked my mother up in a dungeon. Now she's been tortured beyond recognition." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Yu Yun couldn't help but take out his handkerchief and wipe the girl's face. Gu Yanwen smiled, and the two of them, alone in the small cave, could barely breathe. Yu Yun, whether intentionally or unintentionally, reached out and hugged the girl tightly. Gu Yanwen blushed but didn't struggle; instead, she snuggled closer and said, "After hearing this news, I rushed to rescue my mother. My master said that Ren Qigu's martial arts were unparalleled in the martial arts world, and even he was no match for her. How could I possibly defeat her? Wouldn't that be just throwing my life away? He advised me to be patient and devise a plan slowly. Until this September, my master said that to rescue my mother, I needed the Five Demon Iron Hand Token, a unique token of the Ghost Demon Taoist. But there were only two sides. One side belonged to Ren Qigu, and the other side was given to Lu Kui, the Skeleton Whip, because Lu Kui had saved the Ghost Demon Taoist from a great calamity years ago, hence the token was given to him." No matter how big the matter, he and his men would immediately agree to do it. However, Lu Kui is currently living in seclusion and unknown. Even if we knew, Lu Kui would not lend it. Therefore, after hearing this, I decided to go down the mountain to find him. Where is Lu Kui of the Skull Whip now? I will get it no matter if I borrow it openly or secretly."

She paused, nestled beside Yu Yun, stretched her legs, and then lay down in Yu Yun's arms. She smiled and said, "On my way to the capital, I unintentionally heard that Lu Kui of the Skull Whip was living in seclusion in the suburbs of Taiyuan. I left the capital and went to Taiyuan to find him. On the way, I discovered that Qiu Qi and Li Shaoling possessed a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu and another string of beads. At first, I didn't know this. I overheard the bandits talking about it in a small inn. I followed them along the way, but it didn't concern me. I was too lazy to make enemies with the bandits. To be honest, my martial arts skills are not very good either. So in Yangjiaji, I slept in my room without showing myself, but..." Seeing that you helped Qiu and Li, I had already left when the Black Dragon Society first arrived. I was then forced to stay in Guoxian County with them, sharing an inn. Unexpectedly, after Wei Yan opened the inn, I saw several bandits holding Qiu and Li hostage. Unable to resist my curiosity, I followed them until they entered the main room. I stopped then, pondering a way to rescue them. Realizing I couldn't act alone, I returned to the inn. I saw you come out to patrol, then hurriedly return to your room. I hid by the window, secretly watching your actions. Suddenly, I saw you take off your mask and silently ponder. In a moment of panic, I rushed back into your room, snatched your pearl, and led you out. Humph, you didn't thank me, and you even had the nerve to ask for a pearl? Aren't you ashamed?"

Yu Yun said anxiously, "I didn't say I wouldn't thank you, how could I interrupt? What about later?"

Miss Yi tilted her head back, brushed her hair aside, and smiled, "From now on, I'll go back to the inn to sleep, and in the morning... " "Get up, the three of you have already set off. There's chaos inside and outside the shop; news of Wei Yan's death has spread like wildfire. But the young lady didn't listen, she rode off immediately. Upon arriving in Taiyuan, she broke into Lu Kui's house that very night, and after three nights, finally stole the Iron Hand Token. Lu Kui's skull whip is indeed a legendary skill; although she escaped quickly, she was still struck by it, and it still hurts faintly."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yun was greatly alarmed and asked, "Wen-mei, where is the injury? Quickly, let me see. I know that these kinds of demonic figures have strange hands that pinpoint acupoints; once struck, if it's left untreated, I'm afraid she'll suffer for life."

Gu Yanwen, upon hearing this, seemed infinitely shy, her cheeks flushed, but she said coyly, "No, what's there to see?"

Hearing this, Yu Yun knew that the young lady's injury must be in a place a young woman shouldn't show, and he couldn't help but look worried, rubbing his hands and saying repeatedly, "How can this not be treated?"

Seeing this, Gu Yanwen felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. She tilted her head slightly and suddenly asked, "Brother Yun, do you love me?"

Yu Yun, caught off guard by her asking such a question at this moment, was momentarily stunned. After a moment, he quickly sighed and said, "Sister, I love you dearly, but unfortunately, I've already arranged for three wives..."

To his surprise, Gu Yanwen was not at all surprised. Instead, she giggled and said, "You're so strange. I only asked if you love me, not whether you're engaged." In truth, she was worried too. Now that he said he had arranged for three wives, she felt relieved, because if he could take three, he could take four or five.

Yu Yun muttered to himself, "Xie Yunyue, you haven't avenged your great grudge yet, and you've already gotten yourself into so many romantic entanglements. Let's see how you fare."

Gu Yanwen opened her almond-shaped eyes wide with surprise and asked, "Who is Xie Yunyue? Who is Xie Yunyue?"

Her question made Yu Yun laugh heartily, pointing to his nose and saying, "Xie Yunyue is me."

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Then, Wenmei, how will you thank me?"

Gu Yanwen smiled charmingly. Her jade-like body squeezed—this silent exchange was a hundred times more powerful than a thousand words. After a moment of tenderness, the girl tried to stand up, saying, "We should go now, lest that true scripture fall into the hands of others."

Yu Yun, however, held her even tighter, laughing, "No rush. I suspect that Master Baotan and the Three Venerables from Beyond the Heavens are plotting something. I saw three or four groups of people rushing off just now, including Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang. How could Master Baotan be so easily obtained? If we go early, we might prevent them from setting a trap. Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, we..." "Just pretend to be a net catcher."

Gu Yanwen smiled, "Who doesn't know how hard you work?" Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and Yu Yun asked anxiously, "Is the pain getting worse?"

Gu Yanwen nodded silently, her face pale and covered in cold sweat. Yu Yun cried out, "What should we do?" His mind went blank, and he was at a loss for what to do. After a long while, he remembered and quickly took out two "Eternal Spring Pills" from his pocket and gave them to the girl. As soon as the medicine entered her stomach, the girl's face immediately turned rosy. You should know that the "Eternal Spring Pill" was made by Master Mingliang after five years of hard work, collecting thirty-three kinds of rare medicinal herbs from famous mountains all over the world and combining them. Two batches were refined in total. No matter how serious the injury, as long as the internal organs are not rotten, the girl will definitely recover in seven days.

At this time, the girl had already improved, and Yu Yun whispered, "Sister Wen, sit down cross-legged, and I will help you open up the eight extraordinary meridians."

Gu Yanwen looked at Yu Yun gratefully. As instructed, Yu Yun placed his palms against the girl's back, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy. The girl felt that Yu Yun's palms were initially slightly warm, but the heat gradually intensified, like fire. A surge of heat penetrated straight into her spine, as if a live snake was darting through her acupoints; she experienced burning, pain, soreness, and numbness all at once, making it extremely difficult to endure. The girl could only grit her teeth and endure it without making a sound, observing the difference in their willpower. The girl's willpower was undeniably strong, and after half an hour, she finally felt extremely comfortable all over, with a surge of yang energy flowing throughout her body, making even Yu Yun's palms seem nonexistent.

The young woman circulated her inner energy without any stagnation, knowing her injuries had healed. Her Ren and Du meridians were now fully open, and her internal strength had greatly improved. Overjoyed, she circulated her energy for 360 cycles before stopping. Turning around, she saw Yu Yun sitting upright with his eyes closed, his face slightly pale. Knowing he had greatly depleted his vital energy while opening his eight extraordinary meridians, she felt a pang of pity and waited patiently by his side. After a moment, his complexion returned to its normal rosy hue. Yu Yun opened his eyes and smiled, "Wen-mei, come out of the cave and try your sword and palm techniques. See if they're any different from before."

Gu Yanwen smiled and walked out of the cave. It was nearly evening, a hazy, indistinct scene, and a fierce wind howled incessantly, whipping their hair into a mess. The snow continued to fall, the snow on the ground was three inches thick. Miss Gu unleashed her master's ultimate technique, the "Taiyi Qimen Palm." She immediately felt that the parts she had never practiced before were now perfectly executed, every movement was effortless, and her palm power was stronger than before. The girl's lightness skill was excellent; her figure was like flying, extremely fast. Yu Yun praised her repeatedly, and couldn't help but itch to see her skill. He laughed and said, "Wen-mei, don't be offended. This 'Taiyi Qimen Palm' technique is extremely strange and wonderful, but Wen-mei still feels that she is not strong enough. Why don't we try it? You just go ahead and attack, don't hold back at all. I will not fight back, I will only rely on my agility to dodge. If you can land a palm strike on me, then I will lose. How about it?"

Gu Yanwen stopped and laughed when she heard this, "You're exaggerating too much. I don't believe you. Do you think you can scare me because I'm not worldly?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Words are not enough. You'll know after you try." Gu

Yanwen, unable to resist her impetuousness, snorted coldly and, with a swift movement, used the Golden Dragon Scissors technique, quickly slashing her palms together towards Yu Yun's left chest. Yu Yun stood still, waiting, not dodging. Just as the girl's two fingers were about to touch his chest, a blur appeared before her eyes, and Yu Yun vanished instantly. The girl was startled and immediately spun around, catching sight of Yu Yun standing behind her, his starry eyes smiling at her. The girl said in a low voice, "Brother Yun, please forgive my rudeness."

Then she unleashed the "Taiyi Qimen Palm" technique. This palm technique also contains innate numerology; combined with the Qimen Dunjia principles of mutual generation and restraint, the body posture and footwork must all be in harmony. Once unleashed, it has unpredictable and even supernatural opportunities. The girl's jade palms swung repeatedly, and in an instant, a powerful attack was launched. The palm force generated a great amount of airflow. The girl was also in an upwind position, using the momentum to exert her power, which doubled the sharpness of her palm force.

Yu Yun moved nimbly, weaving through the gaps in her palms like a butterfly flitting among flowers—a beautiful sight indeed. The girl attacked quickly, and he dodged just as fast. Sometimes, it seemed impossible to dodge his attacks, but the moment the move was about to strike, Yu Yun slipped away like an oil worm, his movements incredibly agile and swift. In any case, it seemed the girl was ultimately too late. After a hundred or so exchanges, the girl was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and still unable to touch a single strand of Yu Yun's clothing, she immediately withdrew her attack, her lips slightly pouting, seemingly filled with endless resentment.

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Luckily, I opened your gates, greatly increasing your power; otherwise, you would have been defeated long ago." The girl remained silent, only her eyes flashing with barely concealed anger.

Yu Yun knew she had lost a move and was being petulant, so he quickly smiled and said, "Wen-mei, please don't be angry. Tomorrow, I will teach you three martial arts: footwork, swordsmanship, and palm techniques. You can learn them quickly, and with your intelligence, you won't find it difficult to grasp their essence. In the future

, if you encounter Aunt Ren or any other master on your own, even if you are not defeated, you will be more than capable of protecting yourself." This made the girl very happy. She smiled and took Yu Yun's hand, looking up and saying softly, "Brother Yun, really? That's wonderful!" Then she paused, her eyes suddenly showing a look of doubt, and said urgently, "Brother Yun, why do you say that? Aren't you going to Aunt Ren's house for me?"

Yu Yun knew she had misunderstood his words and shook his head, saying, "No." At this time, night had fallen, and snowflakes were blowing in their faces, chilling them to the bone. He then took Gu Yanwen's hand and said, "Wen-mei, let's go into the cave and talk." With that, he pulled her away, and the girl couldn't help but let out a string of silvery laughter as he dragged her along.

Upon entering the cave, the two huddled in a corner. Yu Yun took out the dried rations they had brought, a piece of dried meat, and a water bottle, and the two slowly ate. Outside, a fierce north wind howled, snow swirled, and boundless darkness enveloped the land. Amidst the wind, the faint howls of wolves could be heard, sounding particularly mournful and piercing in the desolate valley night.

Inside the cave, the warmth of their embrace made the cold seem insignificant, and the two held each other tightly. The cave remained pitch black for a long while before Yu Yun laughed and said, “Wenmei, you misunderstood what I said earlier. I said we must reach Jiu'ou Peak tomorrow or the day after. According to the map we carry, Jiu'ou Peak is only three or four mountain ridges away from where we are hiding. At our pace, it should only take us two or three hours at most. However, the later we go, the better. Look at all these experts rushing there; there will surely be a life-or-death struggle. I fear nothing else, except for the treasure…” "Master Tan's skill is too high; the outcome is uncertain. If we fail, my dear sister, you must rely on the martial arts I taught you to break through the stronghold. If I survive, you can find me in Jinci Temple on the outskirts of Jinyang. If too much time passes, you can only find me at the home of Sai Huatuo in Changping or at the home of Jian Zhao Kangjiu in Cangzhou." But then, Miss Gu hummed in agreement, and there was no more sound, only the wind surging and the snow falling…

Outside the cave, the wind and snow raged, but inside, spring was in full bloom. Xie Yunyue truly loved and cherished Gu Yanwen, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly, pressing her high, erect breasts against his chest.

"Brother Yun...you're so good...I love you so much..." Gu Yanwen tilted her head back and offered her sweet, fragrant lips, which Xie Yunyue kissed. This kiss gave Xie Yunyue a new idea, and his hand unconsciously climbed up her firm breasts.

"Mmm...Brother Yun...this body of mine is yours...I love you...I hope you will always love me too..."

"Good sister, brother will always love you and cherish you."

"Brother Yun, you're so naughty. You just hugged me, and your thing got hard. It's making me so uncomfortable."

"What thing of yours got hard?" Xie Yunyue teased her deliberately.

"It's that thing, Brother Yun, you're so naughty. You know perfectly well what you're asking. You don't care about me at all. Let go! What do you want me to do by hugging you so tightly?" "

You're the one who knows perfectly well what you're asking. What do you think brother wants to do? Of course, I want to love you properly..." Xie Yunyue hugged her tightly, kissing her cherry lips forcefully, while his hard member pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.

"Mmm...no...brother..." Gu Yanwen struggled and twisted her body. The twisting caused her vulva to rub against Xie Yunyue's penis, sending a jolt through her.

"Mmm...mmm..." Gu Yanwen moaned softly, offering her tongue to Xie Yunyue's mouth for him to suck. Having tasted the pleasure of her earlier twist, she began to move her body further, her vulva rubbing tightly against Xie Yunyue's penis. After only a few rubs, Xie Yunyue noticed her vulva gradually swelling, clearly aroused. He reached under her skirt to touch her vulva, but the two were too tightly embracing, and Gu Yanwen's lower body was pressed firmly against Xie Yunyue's, preventing his hand from penetrating. He could only caress her thighs.

Gu Yanwen's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her face flushed with spring, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft moan. She twisted faster and faster, soon letting out a few soft "Ah," "Ah," before collapsing limply into Xie Yunyue's arms. Xie Yunyue picked her up and placed her on the clothes laid out on the floor. He reached out and stroked her thighs. Gu Yanwen's legs were incredibly beautiful—perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin, as tender as a freshly peeled egg, smooth and delicate, so fine that one couldn't see the pores.

"Brother Yun...you must cherish your sister this first time..." Gu Yanwen knew she couldn't escape tonight.

"Don't worry, Sister Wen, brother will be very gentle." Xie Yunyue slowly removed all of Gu Yanwen's clothes. Gu Yanwen, like an amorous wife, helped Xie Yunyue remove his clothes as well. Xie Yunyue laid Gu Yanwen down on the floor and lowered his head to admire her alluring body.

Gu Yanwen was truly a beauty. Her hair was jet black, her eyes shy and alluring, and her cherry lips, like ripe cherries, tempted one to take a bite. Her two small dimples exuded a captivating fragrance. Her alabaster-like body was full and alluring, radiating endless youthful charm; her breasts were firm and large, white, smooth, and elastic, resembling two blooming lotus flowers, their hems rising and falling gently with her soft breaths. Her tender rosy areolas and bright red nipples were captivating, irresistibly alluring, making one want to touch them to one's heart's content.

Below her smooth abdomen, between her round, pink thighs, her vulva was slightly parted, covered with thick, black pubic hair that almost completely obscured her plump vulva. Gu Yanwen's vulva was high and rounded, soft and boneless. Between her full, delicate, and rosy labia, a thin red slit was visible, glistening with colorful, crystalline fluid beneath the tangled pubic hair, utterly alluring.

As Xie Yunyue gazed intently at her body, Gu Yanwen said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, you're so naughty, why are you looking at me like that?"

Looking at this full and delicate body, Xie Yunyue's heart pounded wildly, his lust surged, a hot current rushed to his lower body, and his penis became erect and swollen, trembling slightly as if greeting her.

"Brother, your thing is so big, I'm so scared, brother," Gu Yanwen exclaimed.

“Wenmei, don’t be afraid, brother will be very gentle. Just bear with it for a little while, and you’ll soon taste the blissful feeling, it will make you ecstatic.” After saying this, Xie Yunyue could no longer restrain himself and pounced on that alluring body, lowering his head to kiss her passionate lips. Gu Yanwen also embraced Xie Yunyue warmly, her whole body trembling, and she put her tongue into Xie Yunyue’s mouth, sucking on each other.

Slowly, Xie Yunyue’s head slid down, past her snow-white neck, to her high, firm breasts. Her soft and elastic breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Xie Yunyue sucked on one rosy nipple, while grasping the other breast with his hand and gently kneading it. Gu Yanwen was so uncomfortable from Xie Yunyue’s actions that she let out seductive moans, involuntarily thrusting her breasts upwards, her full body twisting and turning.

At this moment, Xie Yunyue felt her nipples harden slowly in his mouth, becoming larger and firmer, and her large breasts gradually swelled and enlarged. Xie Yunyue's head continued to slide down, his tongue licking all the way down, as if giving Gu Yanwen a bath, making her arch her back, unbearably itchy. Xie Yunyue's hand passed over her flat abdomen, through the thick pubic hair, and came to the raised mound of flesh, gently stroking her already wet vulva, her tender opening overflowing with lustful fluids.

Xie Yunyue gently parted her labia, revealing a captivating sight: her ruby-red clitoris was already fully erect, looking swollen and full, the red fleshy cleft faintly visible, extremely alluring. Xie Yunyue opened his mouth and sucked on her clitoris, then lightly teased and licked it with the tip of his tongue, causing the little sister's lustful fluids to flow like waves on the beach, one wave after another, soaking a large area of the bed sheet.

"Mmm...mmm...don't tease your sister anymore...brother...it feels so strange...so comfortable and itchy...so beautiful...brother...good brother...I can't take it...my tender hole can't take it anymore..."

Gu Yanwen's moans fueled Xie Yunyue's lust. Xie Yunyue raised his head, pressed his lower abdomen against hers, and held her slender waist with both hands, gently asking, "Sister Wen, is it comfortable?"

"Brother, it's so beautiful." Gu Yanwen moaned, her delicate body twisting rapidly, her fragrant buttocks thrusting upwards desperately: "Good brother, stop teasing your sister, it hurts so much..."

"How do you feel uncomfortable? How did I tease you?" Xie Yunyue teased her deliberately.

"Bad brother, bad man, you know how uncomfortable your sister is, and you still ask..." Gu Yanwen blushed and said coquettishly.

"Then what do you want your brother to do?" Xie Yunyue still wouldn't let her go.

"Xie Yunyue wants you... wants you..." Gu Yanwen hesitated, unable to speak, but her lust prevailed. Cleverly, she thought of a euphemism and finally said, "Xie Yunyue wants you to let your sister 'see' the power of your 'thing'..."

"Then brother will use 'this thing' to put into sister's 'thing,' and your hymen will be broken. You'll be deflowered by brother, and from then on you'll become a woman, a real woman. Won't you regret letting brother break your virginity?"

"No regrets, brother. At this point, sister isn't ashamed anymore. To tell you the truth, sister would be more than happy to let brother deflower her. Brother, quickly use your big treasure to deflower sister, quickly let sister 'see' it!" Gu Yanwen finally stopped hesitating and spoke her heart, fully displaying her love for Xie Yunyue.

Xie Yunyue's impulse reached its peak. He parted Gu Yanwen's legs, lifted her buttocks with his hands, and thrust his penis against her vulva. He first used the head of his penis to pry open her labia, stirring it back and forth a few times in her plump and alluring vaginal opening, coating the head of his penis with a layer of vaginal fluid as lubricant. Then, he thrust hard against the slightly exposed little red opening, and the head of his penis slid in, instantly pressing against her hymen.

"Ouch, you bad brother, why does it hurt so much? My tender hole will be yours sooner or later, why are you in such a hurry?" Gu Yanwen couldn't take it anymore.

“I’m sorry, Wenmei, I was too impatient.” Xie Yunyue remained still, his hand stroking her vulva, only gently wiggling the head of his penis inside her vagina. After a while, she stopped crying out in pain and instead pushed her tender opening upwards a few times, seemingly encouraging Xie Yunyue. Then Xie Yunyue thrust his penis in forcefully with a “plop,” the huge penis was fully inserted, hitting the cervix immediately.

“Ouch…ouch…it hurts so much…don’t move…” Gu Yanwen cried out, her face pale, her cherry lips drained of color from the pain.

“I’m sorry, Wenmei, just bear with it for a little while.” Xie Yunyue lovingly hugged her, gently kissing her face and caressing her breasts, letting his penis rub against her clitoris.

After a while of caressing, she became aroused again, her body twisting and turning, her hands tightly wrapped around Xie Yunyue's waist, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly, moaning softly and panting, "Brother...it's so itchy down there...Brother...move faster..."

"Good sister, does it not hurt now?"

"Hmm, it doesn't hurt much anymore, you're so rough." Gu Yanwen rolled her eyes at Xie Yunyue, and said coquettishly, "It's my first time, and your treasure is so big, of course I can't take it, but it doesn't hurt now, you can move gently."

Xie Yunyue looked at her wanton appearance, knowing that she had tasted the sweetness again, and began to exert more force. The virgin's vagina was so narrow and tight, his large penis rubbed tightly against the flesh of her vaginal walls, without any gap, her vagina tightly gripping Xie Yunyue's penis, making Xie Yunyue feel very good. Xie Yunyue looked down again and saw that her labia and vulva were completely stretched open by his penis. With each thrust of his large penis, traces of blood and vaginal fluid were drawn out. Her labia minora held his penis, and with each in-and-out motion, her two full labia minora swallowed and released like lips eating sausage, which was incredibly alluring. Xie Yunyue thrust even harder and faster, frantically pumping up and down.

Gu Yanwen was truly open, attacking with her body again and again, her breasts constantly rubbing upwards, her serpentine waist, and her round, white buttocks constantly thrusting upwards to welcome the thrusts of his penis, truly exuding extreme seduction. The two cooperated fully, going at it for nearly half an hour. Finally, Gu Yanwen let out a soft moan of surrender: "Ah...so good...I need to pee...ah...ah...it's over..."

Gu Yanwen thrust a few times, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. Her whole body went limp. Xie Yunyue also felt a tingling numbness in his glans and could no longer control himself. His penis trembled as he ejaculated. Gu Yanwen had just finished ejaculating when she felt an emptiness in her clitoris. She felt a powerful surge of heat rush in, hot and tingling, shooting straight into her clitoris. She was instantly filled again. This feeling was truly intoxicating. The two couldn't help but hug each other tightly.

After a moment, Xie Yunyue whispered in Gu Yanwen's ear, "My silly little sister, why did you say you needed to pee? That was your vaginal fluid."

"It was my first time, unlike you... you're such a pro."

"Since that's the case, let your brother teach you again." Xie Yunyue said, and began to thrust violently again. Gu Yanwen responded forcefully from below, and the two of them went at it wildly for another half an hour, reaching another climax before stopping.

Gu Yanwen pushed Xie Yunyue away, noticing the bloodstains on her genitals. She glared at Xie Yunyue and said, "Brother, look at your fierce big thing that made my tender little thing bleed. You're so naughty."

"Good little sister, I'm sorry, I hurt you. Let me wipe it for you." Xie Yunyue took out a white cloth and gently wiped her lovely and tender vulva.

"Brother, I was just joking with you. I told you this body is yours, and my tender hole is yours too. You can do whatever you want with it, even if you fuck me to death, I'd be willing. Besides, I know that girls bleed the first time. How could I be angry with you? I was just teasing you. Don't bother, let me wipe it." Gu Yanwen turned around, hugged Xie Yunyue, and kissed him gently. She took the handkerchief from him and first wiped her lower body clean. Then she wiped away the vaginal fluid, semen, and her virgin blood from Xie Yunyue's penis. Then they embraced and fell asleep.

In his hazy state, Xie Yunyue felt someone touching his face, chest, lower abdomen, and his soft penis. The touch felt incredibly comfortable, like being among white clouds, ethereal and dreamlike. Xie Yunyue opened his eyes and saw Gu Yanwen. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, asking, "Wen-mei, what are you doing?"

"I don't understand. You're such a strange thing. Last night when you were inside me, you were so hard it was scary, but now you're so soft," Gu Yanwen said, blushing.

"Wen-mei, you're so shameless," Xie Yunyue teased her.

"I don't care about all that. I love you, you're the person I love most. What's there to be ashamed of in front of you?" Gu Yanwen paused for a moment before saying, "Good brother, you won't laugh at me for being frivolous, will you?"

"Good sister, I know you love me. You're only frivolous with me, how could I not know? I love everything about you, including your frivolousness."

"Then I'm relieved. Brother, I want to see how this thing gets hard, okay?" Gu Yanwen was so naive, curious about everything and wanting to understand everything. If others heard this, they would think Gu Yanwen was too frivolous, but Xie Yunyue knew it was just Gu Yanwen's innocent curiosity, which only made her more adorable.

"Alright, I can let you see, but you have to cooperate with me."

"How do I cooperate?" Gu Yanwen was very interested.

"You have to know that when we men have sexual desire, this thing gets engorged with blood and swells, which is why it gets hard. If you want me to get hard, you have to 'sacrifice your looks'." "Xie Yunyue deliberately teased Gu Yanwen.

"Go away, brother, what do you mean by sacrificing your looks? What do you want your sister to do?"

"I won't let you do anything. You just need to lie there and let your brother see your naked body. Looking at this exquisite body, anyone whose thing doesn't get erect is a dead man."

"Isn't that easy? All my looks are yours, you can look at me however you want, brother, I'm willing to be naked for you to see all day long." Gu Yanwen's love for Xie Yunyue was truly profound.

Xie Yunyue stood up and let Gu Yanwen lie on the bed. Xie Yunyue looked at her voluptuous body, her high breasts, her plump vulva, and her unique pubic hair. His desire rose little by little, and his penis hardened little by little, trembling and rising higher and higher, until finally, it was as hard as iron, standing straight up.

"How amazing." "Gu Yanwen gasped softly, reaching out her small hand to grasp Xie Yunyue's large member. But Xie Yunyue's member was too big; her small hand couldn't encircle it. So she used both hands to 'encircle' it, constantly stroking, kneading, and stroking it.

Xie Yunyue wasn't to be outdone. One hand kneaded her full, round breasts, while the other reached down to her alluring crotch, caressing and gently pulling at her unique and charming pubic hair, teasing her rosy and delicate petals, rubbing her erect clitoris, inserting his fingers into her newly opened vagina, and occasionally sticking out his tongue to kiss her exquisite navel.

"It's so itchy, brother, come quickly," Gu Yanwen cried, lying down and automatically spreading her legs, revealing her rosy flower. Her clitoris stood erect like the stamen of a flower, trembling slightly, rosy and dewy, vivid and captivating. Xie Yunyue could no longer control himself and pressed down on her. His manhood, as if possessed, found its perfect home. With a powerful thrust, his penis slid all the way in. Gu Yanwen let out a soft "Oh," and fell silent, only arching her hips upwards in rhythm with Xie Yunyue's thrusts. Xie Yunyue, in turn, began his frenzied assault…

After what seemed like an eternity, Gu Yanwen climaxed repeatedly, experiencing blissful ecstasy. After each orgasm, she returned to calm. Both Xie Yunyue and Gu Yanwen had reached the pinnacle of pleasure, embracing tightly, quietly savoring the harmonious unity of body and soul, before drifting into a sweet dream. Even the next morning, Xie Yunyue's penis was still soaking inside Gu Yanwen's tender vagina…

As dawn broke, the two in the cave awoke from their sweet dream. They got up and tidied themselves. Yu Yun opened his eyes and looked outside, finding that the snow had almost completely sealed the cave entrance. Gu Yanwen, still sleepy, sat up and rubbed her eyes, giggling, "If it weren't for the light still shining in, we'd probably still be dreaming."

Yu Yun asked softly, "Wen-mei, does it still hurt?"

Gu Yanwen shook her head, "It's alright, just a little."

Yu Yun was relieved and suddenly slapped his palm outwards. With a loud popping sound, the snow was forced to the sides, instantly creating a passage more than two zhang wide. Gu Yanwen was startled awake; she had never expected him to have such powerful palm strikes and couldn't help but marvel. Yu Yun took out the middle-aged scholar mask and put it on. He then pulled Gu Yanwen by the hand and said, "Wenmei, let's go out and take a look."

The two rushed out and climbed to the top of the peak. They saw that everything near and far was covered in a white, almost blinding white. The morning wind was unexpectedly biting, making them shiver. Normally, practitioners shouldn't experience this, but the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the cave caused this natural sensation. The snowflakes were still falling, but they were much smaller than yesterday. The distant mountains and nearby scenery were clearly visible today, unlike yesterday when everything was shrouded in a white haze and visibility was blurred.

The snow had fallen for half a day and a night, accumulating to a depth of three or four feet. After gazing at it for a while, Yu Yun smiled and said, "Wenmei, I'll start teaching you swordsmanship, palm techniques, and footwork now. In a day, you'll be almost there."

Miss Gu was overjoyed. Yu Yun took the sword from behind her. As soon as the sword was drawn, it flashed with a dazzling blue light. Yu Yun praised it lightly, "A fine sword." Upon closer inspection of the hilt, the characters "Linggui" (spiritual tortoise) in seal script were clearly visible. The sword was quite heavy and very comfortable to hold. He continued, "The sword technique I'm teaching is called 'Tai Chi Illusionary Form Sword Technique.' It may seem slow, but it's actually incredibly fast and wondrous. When I first created this sword technique, I considered all the sword techniques of various schools in the martial arts world, specifically to deal with those strange moves. It can be said to be flawless and impeccable. It can be used to deal with second- or third-rate masters and ensure an invincible position." "

As he spoke, he unleashed a sword technique, each move exquisite and unpredictable, yet incredibly slow, without a sound. Yu Yun repeatedly flicked his wrist; swordplay, which should have been swift, was instead even slower, the blade dancing in a fan-shaped arc. Gu Yanwen, disbelieving the power of this sword technique, thought Yu Yun was exaggerating. Suddenly seized by childlike impulse, she grabbed a handful of snow and swiftly threw it into the gap between the sword shadows. However, the snow, still three feet from the blade, seemed to encounter some kind of force, slowing slightly before flying back the way it came with extraordinary speed, nearly hitting the girl's face.

The girl was immediately terrified." She was startled, only then believing Yu Yun's words were not false. She realized that what seemed like a deception was actually true; this was the essence of Tai Chi's illusionary form. The young woman dared not be distracted now, her eyes fixed on Yu Yun's swordplay. This sword technique consisted of thirty-two moves, each with four forms. Although profound and unpredictable, the moves were extremely simple and easy to remember. When Yu Yun finished demonstrating, the young woman took the sword and executed it flawlessly. Yu Yun, standing by, not only occasionally offered pointers but also repeatedly praised the young woman's intelligence.

The young woman practiced five times before Yu Yun, finding no flaws, called her to stop, laughing, "Now, I will teach you another set of 'Five Elements Palm' techniques. Wenmei, you must carefully study them." "

With that, he swept his body forward, unleashing his moves. The girl stopped two zhang away, only to see Yu Yun's palms spread out, filling the entire area with palm shadows, layer upon layer, like a thousand-layered lotus platform, wondrous and varied. The palm wind seemed to attack from all directions, causing the girl's body to sway repeatedly. The girl was quite frightened, and this was only because Yu Yun had used 30% of his true strength; otherwise, how could the girl have stopped two zhang away?

It turned out that Yu Yun was a person of superior talent in terms of both physical attributes and innate ability, with an exceptionally strong memory. On that day in Yangjiaji, he had seen Dwarf Fang Shuo and the Five Eccentrics of Longmen all use the 'Five Elements Palm.' Although their palm strikes were not completely different, they seemed to be different yet similar. He secretly memorized them, fused the palm strikes of both sides into one, eliminated the dross and retained the essence, and then added some moves according to his own will. In this way, this set of 'Five Elements Palm' combined the strengths of the three schools, and its power was vast and boundless."

After Yu Yun finished practicing, he smiled at Gu Yanwen and said, "The Five Eccentrics of Longmen also use the Five Elements Palm Technique, which is worlds apart from my palm technique. Using their own methods against them, perhaps you, Sister Wen, can become famous and dominate the martial arts world."

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly and twitched her nose, looking charming and adorable. So she imitated Yu Yun's palm strikes. This "Five Elements Palm" is slightly more difficult to memorize than the "Tai Chi Illusion Sword," with a total of fifty-four moves and two hundred and seventy forms, each move consisting of five forms, subtly incorporating the odd numbers of the five elements. Yu Yun carefully guided her until noon when she finally mastered it.

Looking at the sky, Yu Yun said, "Wenmei, let's go back into the cave to eat first, and then I'll teach you the footwork." The girl was overjoyed. It was as if she had been accepted as a disciple of a master. Even a single move or two from Yu Yun would be a lifelong benefit for an ordinary person. The girl was overjoyed and ran into the cave first. Yu Yun watched her retreating figure with a smile and followed her in.

After they quickly ate, the girl was eager for Yu Yun to teach her the wondrous footwork. Yu Yun wanted to rest for a while, but he couldn't refuse her, so they went out together. Yu Yun stood on a relatively flat patch of snow and laughed, "This footwork cannot be fully appreciated without sparring. Wenmei, you can demonstrate your lightness skill and Five Elements Palm power, and I will counter with this footwork, called the 'Nine Palaces Positive and Negative Yin-Yang Steps.' After that, I will leave the area. Then, Wenmei can follow the footprints I left behind and practice until you master it." "Having said that, she raised her arms and shouted, "Wen-mei, please make your move."

Gu Yanwen immediately struck out with her palm, a powerful gust of wind rushing towards Yu Yun like a tidal wave. But Yu Yun took a step back and escaped the palm's force. Her footwork unfolded, truly miraculous. Yu Yun's figure was like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in an instant, impossible to grasp. Half an hour later, Yu Yun swept his body away, flying more than five zhang away. The girl stopped and looked at the snow. Yu Yun's footprints were deep and messy, scattered haphazardly, but none of the footprints were the same.

The girl was stunned. She looked at the footprints carefully, and after a long while, she finally figured it out. Xu, surprisingly, leaped towards the center, stepping on Yu Yun's footprints, and slowly walked away. Later, she walked faster and faster, her movements becoming fluid and dynamic. It turned out that the footwork was alternating between forward and reverse; for every step you took, you had to retreat one step, but not in the same direction. Two steps required two steps back, and so on. After nine steps, you had to retreat nine steps, but you could return to two steps. In short, you walked from the center of a circle to the center, implying the principle of returning to the origin. The girl, having grasped this secret, was overjoyed.

Yu Yun Looking out with his hands behind his back, he suddenly caught sight of a dozen or so black dots appearing on the distant mountain ridge, like projectiles flying towards Jiu'ou Peak. He thought to himself, "That Zen Master Baotan must have some ulterior motive, or perhaps he's suffering from a qi deviation and is gradually recovering. This is precisely the time when his cultivation is at its most critical. I predict his wicked disciple will cause trouble at this time, so he's spreading rumors that there's a true Zen scripture, using it to lure masters from all factions of the martial world, both righteous and evil, to deal with the Three Venerable Ones from beyond the heavens. He can then use this opportunity to finish his cultivation and escape. Hmph, don't dream about it. I will definitely not let him..." "You got what you wanted..." He was lost in thought, oblivious to the snowflakes falling on his face, his eyes gazing into the distance, lost in reverie.

Suddenly, a huge snowflake landed behind Yu Yun, melting into icy water that flowed down his spine. He shivered involuntarily, as if waking from a dream. Turning around, he saw the girl dancing gracefully, wielding her sword and palm simultaneously. Engrossed in her performance, he didn't disturb her and stepped into the cave. After a while, the girl, dragging her sword and sweat beading on her forehead, entered the cave, scolding, "Brother Yun, you're so naughty! You're hiding here enjoying yourself."

Yu Yun couldn't help but laugh, "What enjoyment have I been enjoying here?" "

The young lady has been exhausted from practicing her skills all day. She's languid and listless, and with a slump, she leans into Yu Yun's arms, closing her eyes tightly. Yu Yun feels both pity and affection, and smiles, 'Alright, one disciple doesn't need two masters. Get up, I'll teach you a set of "Returning to Origin Breathing Sitting Exercises." This exercise not only helps relieve fatigue, but if you practice diligently morning and night, I guarantee your skill will double in three days.'

The young lady suddenly opens her bright eyes and laughs, 'What? How old are you to be a teacher?'

Yu Yun smiles, then transmits the incantation, adding, 'When practicing the sitting exercises, the first thing is to eliminate external thoughts to avoid being disturbed by demonic influences. If you do this, you'll achieve twice the result with half the effort.'"

Gu Yanwen chuckled softly, then closed her eyes and began her seated meditation. Yu Yun gazed at her charmingly rosy face, lost in thought for a long time, then leaned against the cave wall, deep in contemplation. Yu Yun (Xie Yunyue) experienced a great tragedy in his childhood, losing his mother at a young age, and his father was later killed in an ambush by enemies, spending over a decade on his sickbed before finally passing away. As a child, he felt a profound lack of maternal love, which, upon growing older, instilled in him a near-favoritism towards women, especially pure and innocent young girls. Of course, his encounter with Ni Wanlan at the Jinhua Sanying Escort Agency was a special exception. This underlying personality trait had long been present in his heart, leading him to fall in love with four or five beautiful young women in succession.

Yu Yun thought to himself, "Love is such a strange thing. Both the one who loves and the one who is loved have a possessive streak, not allowing outsiders to interfere. I'm only in my early twenties, and haven't been in the martial arts world for long, yet I've already fallen in love with four or five young women. Since then, this seed of love has taken root in my heart, haunting my thoughts every day, unforgettable. Alas, I can only accept my fate and do my best. I've been down the mountain for a year, and I have no reputation in the martial arts world. If I do, it's all hidden. What can I do? My enemies are all highly respected figures in the martial arts world, with profound skills. My master often warned me that the martial arts world is full of strange and wonderful things, and there are countless extraordinary people. I must never be complacent with my limited martial arts skills. Maintaining humility will bring endless benefits. Now..." "The grudges haven't even subsided, and I've already incurred the wrath of Diancang, Xueshan, and Tiannan, bringing me endless thorns. How will this ever end…?"

Suddenly, Gu Yanwen opened her eyes wide and asked affectionately, "Brother Yun, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Yu Yun snapped out of his thoughts, seeing her rosy cheeks and clear mind, knowing that his meditation was effective. He smiled and said, "Sister Wen, have you recovered from your fatigue?"

Gu Yanwen brushed her hair with her hands and said with a smile, "This meditation is truly wonderful. Not only has all my fatigue disappeared, but my mind is clear, and my strength has also increased." Yu Yun nodded repeatedly, took out food, and they ate together. The two chatted and laughed as night fell and darkness enveloped the earth.

At this moment, a series of sharp whistles came from the horizon, tearing through the cold night sky. The piercing whistles suddenly came, making one's hair stand on end and one's heart tremble with fear. Miss Gu shivered upon hearing this and involuntarily snuggled closer to Yu Yun. Yu Yun listened intently, then hummed softly, saying, "Someone is coming this way. Judging from that whistling sound, it's full of internal energy; it must be someone with exceptional martial arts skills."

The whistling sound grew closer and closer, stopping abruptly when it reached the peak to their right. Yu Yun whispered, "Wen-mei, I'll go and see who it is. You must not leave this cave." He then pushed himself out of the cave and stood there. On the

peak, two figures stood. One was bending over as if searching for something, while the other flicked his hand, sending out a shimmering blue ball. It flew five feet away, then suddenly "snap," and blue light burst forth, instantly revealing the person who had created the shimmering ball. It was an old man with completely white hair and beard, tall in stature, but the blue light made his hair and beard appear indigo, adding a touch of ghostly aura to his eyes.

The one bending over was a tall, thin man. Suddenly, a tall figure spoke to the old man, saying, "It's here, old master. Just look at these messy footprints. Someone must have fought here. But the footprints are covered by snow, yet the indentations are clear. We can deduce that these footprints must have been left more than three hours ago. However, it's strange that Fourth Brother died here within half an hour."

Yu Yun secretly praised the thin man for his sharp eyes and accurate judgment. Just now, he bent over and examined the footprints, so someone had died on this peak. How come the two of them hadn't noticed it in half an hour? They were filled with doubt and surprise. Then they heard the old man roar, "Since we've found the footprints, let's follow them and see who can escape from the hands of this old man, Lu Kui, the Skeleton Whip!"

At this moment, the blue light gradually disappeared, and a large blue ball of light flew out of Lu Kui's hand. Under the flowing light, Lu Kui, the Skeleton Whip, shouted and, together with the tall, thin man, sped off towards the opposite valley. Just as Yu Yun was about to leap up to see who the thin man meant by the dead fourth brother, she suddenly felt a soft, boneless hand lightly resting on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Gu Yanwen standing behind her, smiling broadly.

Yu Yun, holding the girl's delicate hand, smiled and said, "Wen-mei, let's go see who the corpse on the peak is." So they flew up side by side and saw a corpse lying on the mountainside, its mouth and eyes

wide open in anger. There wasn't a single wound on its body, but without starlight, it was difficult to see the face clearly. Yu Yun said, "The appearance of Skull Whip Lu Kui here must be related to Wen-mei's Iron Hand Token. I just don't know who this person is?" The girl didn't answer, but reached out and took out a tinderbox. With a flick of her wrist, it ignited. Yu Yun was shocked and snatched it away, blowing it out.

He said angrily, "How could Wen-mei be so careless? Skull Whip Lu Kui and his companion haven't gone far. The moment the fire appeared, they must have returned. Let's go back into the cave." The girl smiled mischievously and said, "With your skills, Brother Yun, do you think you're afraid of Skull Whip Lu Kui?"

Yu Yun said urgently, "How can you say that..." Suddenly, he saw something and shouted, "Let's go!"

As soon as the two flew into the cave, Lu Kui, the Skull Whip, and the skinny man suddenly reappeared on the mountaintop. Lu Kui said in a deep voice, "How strange! I just saw a flash of light coming from this mountaintop, and I vaguely saw two figures. How did they disappear?" As he spoke, he threw out another ball of blue light, even larger than the previous one, with a radius of five zhang (approximately 10 meters) of blue light. The ball landed on the snow, but instead of going out, it burst into flames, hissing and crackling, the flames flickering in the cold wind.

Yu Yun thought to himself, "That blue ball that Lu Kui, the Skull Whip, threw must be a secret weapon of the underworld, the 'Yin Phosphorus Blue Fireball.' I've heard that this thing is extremely difficult to make and is rarely seen. If it hits a person and cannot be extinguished, the poisonous fire will attack their heart and kill them. It's incredibly vicious."

At this moment, the skinny man suddenly said, "Old master, I think this is a bit strange. You said you saw two people, but why didn't you see any footprints?"

Yu Yun chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Our lightness skills are so good, we can leave no trace in the snow. How could we leave footprints?" Lu

Kui, the Skeleton Whip, roared, "Second brother, how can you be so foolish? With Fourth brother's skill, unless the intruder's skill is exceptionally high, someone with superior lightness skills would leave a mark." At this moment, the blue light bullet burned out, extinguished by a gust of wind, leaving behind a lingering smell of smoke.

The skinny man, stunned by the scolding, asked, "Old master, do you think the person who ambushed Fourth brother is the same woman who stole the Five Ghosts Iron Hand Token?"

Lu Kui replied, "Even if not, there's some connection. I deduce that these two must be nearby, not far away. We'll search the area and find them."

At this moment, Miss Gu whispered to Yu Yun with a smile, "What the hell? What does the person who killed the Two-Headed Snake Lin Qian have to do with me?"

Yu Yun frowned: "Look how much trouble you've brought upon yourself. Lin Gan must have been killed by some terrible method. If Skeleton Whip and Lu Kui go down to the bottom of the valley, they will definitely find the cave entrance. I will lure them away. " "Having said that, he darted out and sped towards the opposite peak. The girl peered out and saw Yu Yun, like a night hawk, darting away for tens of feet before disappearing from sight. The night was deep, and even with her best eyesight, she could only see forty or fifty feet away.

Suddenly, she heard Yu Yun let out a dragon's roar, echoing across the sky. At that moment, Lu Kui, the Skull Whip, roared angrily, chasing after the peak where Yu Yun had disappeared. Half an hour passed, and the girl grew impatient. Just then, a wisp of wind swept in from the cave entrance. The girl looked closely and saw that Yu Yun had returned. Overjoyed, she grabbed Yu Yun's hand and asked him earnestly what had happened.

Yu Yun laughed and said, "The old thief is now dozens of miles away. Such an old fox has extremely rich experience. Given enough time, he will surely figure out my trick to lure the enemy and return to this place. We should leave now." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the girl and dashed off.

After a while, the girl realized they weren't heading towards Jiu'ou Peak, but rather back the way they came. She asked in surprise, "Brother Yun, aren't we going the wrong way?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "No, we're not wrong at all. After luring Lu Kui away, I thought of taking Wenmei to Jiu'ou Peak, but I feared that the gathering of martial arts masters would bring her endless trouble. Therefore, I was worried and decided to return to Huangzhuang with Wenmei, retrieve my horse, and stay temporarily in Jinke while I wait for my return."

The girl pouted and said, "I won't!"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "How could Wenmei bear to see her brother's heart torn between two places? The gains and losses of the Zen scriptures are unimportant. What if something were to happen to me because of you? How would you face me then?"

Gu Yanwen's heart fluttered upon hearing this, knowing that Yu Yun deeply loved her. Her cheeks flushed, and she giggled, "I'll agree to whatever you say, why make it sound so serious? But Brother Yun, you must see this through to the end. You can only return after you've escorted me to Jinci." Yu Yun thought that it was only December 27th, and four days would be enough for the round trip. In any case, this matter differed from what Meng Zhongke, the Three Strange Beggars, had described, so it was better to go later. Besides, he couldn't refuse Gu Yanwen, so he agreed. As

dawn broke, the two arrived at Huangzhuang. The snow had gradually stopped, and it was obvious that the temperature was different on the mountaintop and at the foot of the mountain; the snowfall on the peak was heavier and denser than on the plains. The two walked to the farmhouse where Yu Yun kept horses and knocked on the door. After a moment, a voice answered from inside: "Who is it?"

Then, heavy footsteps were heard, and the door opened with a "creak." An old man with white hair peeked out, squinted his old eyes, looked around, and said with an "Oh," "So Master Yu has returned. Why are you here so early?" As he spoke, his eyes looked at Miss Gu from head to toe for a moment, which made the chivalrous woman blush.

Yu Yun hurriedly replied, "Old Master Yang, this is my sister. We'll be setting off for Taiyuan immediately. We'd like to inform you so you won't misunderstand that our horses have been stolen. Please go to sleep, and I'll fetch the horses from the stable myself." He reached out and took out ten taels of silver, handing it to the old man, adding, "This is just a small token of my appreciation; please don't refuse." The

old man Yang declined, saying, "What are you saying, Master Yu? The silver I left the other day was already too much; I can't possibly accept this..."

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Consider this a gift for your grandson to buy some sweets. After I escort my sister to the provincial capital, I'll be back in two days. If you don't accept this, I'll have no face to visit you again. I'll take my leave now." The

old man Yang accepted the silver with a grateful expression. After the old man closed the door, the two went to the stable to fetch the horses. Yu Yun took out an extremely ugly leather mask and ordered the girl to put it on. Miss Gu rolled her eyes at him before finally putting on the hat. She knew that once a man fell in love with a girl, even a glance from others would make him jealous. She couldn't help but let out a smug, silvery laugh.

The two riders rode side-by-side towards Taiyuan, leaving mottled hoofprints on the snowy official road. Along the way, they encountered several martial arts experts hurrying towards Ling Shi, knowing these people were connected to the Zen scripture from Jiu Ou Peak. Their horses galloped past them, splashing snow and mud that landed on them, leaving muddy stains. The men turned back and cursed fiercely, but since both sides had their own business and didn't want to cause trouble, they vented their anger and let it go. Normally, even if you don't seek them out, they'll come looking for you, especially with two riders and a woman involved—why not have some fun?

Between the hours of Shen and You, the two had already arrived at Jin Ke. Upon entering the hall, they were greeted by the abbot, a Taoist priest in his fifties. The priest saw Yu Yun and glanced at the young woman, then smiled and nodded without a word, before drifting away. They entered the quiet room, summoned the only young Taoist boy in the shrine, and gave him a few instructions. The boy obeyed and went out to prepare dinner.

At this moment, the girl laughed and said, "I just saw that abbot, his eyes were like lightning, he must be some kind of martial arts prodigy, right?"

Yu Yun nodded, and the girl asked again, "Then why are your eyes no different from ordinary people's?"

Yu Yun said, "The highest level of internal and external martial arts is to be completely restrained. Someone like me is insignificant."

The girl knew that what he said was true, but still laughed and said, "Stop bragging, what's the point of patting yourself on the back?" At this moment, the young Taoist boy brought out the food, and after the two finished eating, they went back to their rooms to sleep. They didn't say anything all night, and early the next morning, Yu Yun set off on his journey. The girl reluctantly saw him off outside the temple, and only returned to the temple after he was out of sight.

The snow had stopped, but the sky had not yet cleared up, and it was still covered with dark clouds. A strong wind was blowing. On the official road to Lingshi County, Yu Yun was riding alone and was having a great time. He was going against the wind, and although he tried his best to ride fast, he was almost half as slow as he had come. The snow and mud on the road were mixed together and turned grayish-black. The next morning, upon arriving at Huangzhuang, he left his horse at Old Man Yang's house and climbed the mountain alone, unleashing his Lingxu Steps. He ran faster than a steed, leaving a trail of messy footprints, suggesting many had come seeking him out.

Reaching the vicinity of Jiu'ou Peak, he glimpsed several groups fighting amongst themselves, with many watching from the snow-covered side of the peak. Several corpses lay scattered across the snow. Yu Yun, hiding behind rocks, carefully observed the situation. Just as the eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke had predicted, this cave was isolated in a cliff face, thirty or forty feet above the summit, overlooking a sheer drop. There was no handhold, no foothold; only birds could enter. But the Zen Master Baotan, unaware of how he had entered the cave, remained perplexed, secretly plotting his own entry.

On the snowy slope beside the peak, three pairs were locked in combat. Each pair included a tall, ferocious-looking yellow-robed Tibetan monk, whom he guessed were the Three Venerable Ones from beyond the heavens. These three pairs were locked in a fierce battle, all using their internal energy to fight. Each palm strike sent rocks flying with a deafening roar. However, the unexpected nature of their techniques was remarkable. One pair, featuring a Taoist with a high-topped hempen crown and three strands of black beard, fought with unexpected ferocity compared to the other two pairs. The Taoist's sleeves flashed, instantly sending a swarm of... An invisible force surged forward endlessly. The foreign monk also waved his arms, his body leaping, crouching, flipping, and turning with incredible agility. His internal energy clashed with the force exhaled by the Taoist. Yu Yun thought to himself, "The force exhaled by this Taoist seems to be a kind of Xuanmen Gangqi. The foreign monk's movements and palm techniques are very similar to the Eight Forms of Heavenly Dragon in the Western Paradise Zen that my master mentioned. I have never learned them before. I might as well take this opportunity to learn them from the side." So he held his breath and carefully observed the changes in the foreign monk's palm strikes.

While the other two pairs had already decided their victories, the two monks who had won stood atop the rocky corner, guarding against anyone who might try to fly through the cave. Both of the defeated monks were renowned masters among the top in the martial arts world, their faces ashen, occasionally spitting out black blood, clearly seriously injured. Only one Taoist and one monk remained, each displaying their unique skills in a fierce battle across the arena. The Taoist stood with his palms raised and sleeves waving, each move employing unorthodox techniques, originating from the Qian position, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder. The monk seemed to be caught up in the excitement of the fight, his movements becoming faster and more fluid than before, yet extremely agile, his movements shifting like a dragon, his beauty reaching its peak. No matter how fierce the Taoist's internal energy was, he could neutralize it all. Not only that, but he would also immediately counterattack, striking not only the expected areas but also with unpredictable and treacherous moves. Yu Yun watched for a while, carefully studying the techniques, and had already grasped the secrets of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Palms. This was his extraordinary talent, something that others could never match.

Suddenly, the Tibetan monk snorted coldly, leaping several feet into the air. With incredible speed, he lunged at the Taoist's left shoulder. Caught off guard by the monk's sudden attack, the Taoist instinctively stretched out his arms to repel the blow, but his martial arts were extraordinary. He twisted his body sharply, his arms flashing like an iron plow, deflecting the attack with lightning speed. In an instant, a loud boom resounded. The monk's palms were deflected by his movement, shifting about a foot off course. The Taoist was thrown back several steps by the impact, and the force of the monk's palm strike shattered a nearby boulder into pieces.

The Tibetan monk burst into wild laughter, saying, "I thought the martial arts of Zhongshang were unparalleled and unmatched, but I never imagined that the Kongtong Sect Master Feiyun Temple couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from me." Upon

hearing this, Yu Yun thought to himself, "So this Taoist is none other than the Kongtong Sect Master Feiyun Zhenren."

Feiyun Temple Master seemed to have regulated his inner energy and roared angrily, "Jin Yue, how dare you underestimate me? Try my 'Shaoqing Gangqi' and see!"

Venerable Jin Yue laughed wildly again, "Master, your 'Shaoqing Gangqi' is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, you haven't mastered it completely. It's still no match for me. Try the power of my 'Chisha Zhijia' palm strike." As he spoke, he flipped his palms out and stretched them out. His palms, which were snow-white, instantly turned as red as charcoal. He stepped forward and pushed towards Feiyun Temple Master.

The abbot of Feiyun Temple's expression suddenly changed. He unleashed one palm after another of "Lesser Pure Qi," but it was no match for the power of "Crimson Fiend Moga," forcing him to retreat. Jin Yue then exhaled two thin streams of pale red heat from her palms, directly pressing towards the abbot. In the end, the abbot's "Lesser Pure Qi" could not be released, only lingering a foot in front of his chest. His eyebrows bristled with anger, and his temples bulged, as if he had exhausted all his strength. How could this be seen? It could be known from the fact that the pale red energy of "Crimson Fiend Moga" was a foot away from the abbot. Suddenly, Venerable Jin Yue roared, and the pale red energy surged forward rapidly. The abbot shrugged his palms, quickly leaped into the air, let out a wild roar, and vanished without a trace.

The surrounding heroes scattered in all directions, vanishing in an instant. Only the Three Venerables from Beyond the Heavens and several corpses remained on the vast "Wine Cup Peak." The Three Venerables did not pursue, but gathered together. The Venerable Golden Moon said in a deep voice, "That old devil's plan was truly vicious. He calculated that the three of us would come here a few days before his power recovered, so he used that true scripture as bait to lure in martial arts masters from the Central Plains. He wanted to use this opportunity, without being disturbed, to accelerate his alchemy, break free, and then deal with us. Who knew that man proposes, God disposes? It was all for nothing."

Another monk replied, "Brother, I told you long ago, if you're going to act, you can do it a month earlier. Why rush? If someone else succeeds and takes it, wouldn't we be like someone who tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead?"

Yu Yun, hiding behind a rock, pondered, "What did the Three Venerables from Beyond the Heavens do?" "Their Chinese is so fluent, but the language of India, the Goru-gejie, is extremely difficult to hear. Chinese pronunciation, with its monosyllabic enunciation and numerous variations, is incredibly difficult to learn. Yet they have mastered it remarkably well; it's truly remarkable."

At this moment, Venerable Jin Yue laughed wildly, "Brother, you're spouting nonsense again! Don't you know that the old ghost's true scripture describes the 180-day half-cycle of the Heavenly Cycle, with the last ten days being the most critical period and the most prone to demonic possession? Distraction is not an option. Normally, could you withstand the old ghost's Bodhi Zen Palm? Now is not a time to lose. My two brothers, stay here to guard against any potential attacks from Central Plains people. I, your foolish brother, will go now." With that, he was about to head towards the rocky corner.

Yu Yun—with a swift movement—landed behind the three Venerables from beyond the heavens, and gave a low shout. The three Venerables from beyond the heavens simultaneously froze, turning around abruptly to see a middle-aged scholar standing less than three feet in front of them, hands behind his back, smiling. The three monks were filled with astonishment and doubt. With their exceptional internal strength and keen hearing, it was clear the newcomer had arrived without a sound; his martial arts prowess was undeniable. The middle-aged scholar chuckled, "I'm not as easy to talk to as the Flying Cloud Abbot. The true Buddhist scriptures have fallen into the Central Plains, and you will not be allowed to run rampant here. You have killed many people here; various sects will come to collect their blood debts. This is none of my business. Please leave."

The Golden Venerable roared in fury, "You poor scholar, you speak so lightly! How can we so easily relinquish our sect's precious treasures? Just ask if you can withstand the Buddha's 'Crimson Demonic Palm,' and then we can discuss this further."

Upon hearing this, the Silver Moon Venerables were greatly surprised and suspicious, thinking to themselves, "Why did our eldest brother say such a weak word?" "In fact, Jin Yue also had his own plans. As soon as the middle-aged scholar came out, he knew that the newcomer was not weak. Moreover, the middle-aged scholar had witnessed the use of the "Red Fiend Moga" palm against the Flying Cloud Temple Master. If he was afraid of the three of them using the "Red Fiend Moga" palm, he would not dare to show himself and make such arrogant remarks at this time.

At this moment, Yu Yun sneered and said in a deep voice, "What a precious treasure of our sect! Since you are disciples of Zen Master Baotan, does your master treat you like enemies and refuse to pass on his teachings? And why do you keep calling Zen Master Baotan an old devil? These are all unbelievable. Even if you are eloquent, how can you convince me?"

Before Jin Yue could answer, a faint chanting of the Diamond Sutra suddenly came from inside the cave. The two monks, Yin Yue and Ming Yue, changed their expressions and said urgently, "Senior Brother, why waste your breath? The old devil has already escaped. Quickly get rid of this poor scholar, lest things get complicated."

Venerable Jin Yue coldly smiled and said, "Don't panic, my two junior brothers. Although the old devil has awakened, he will be unable to move below the waist for at least two hours. He is currently using his internal energy to force his blood and qi to flow into his legs, which is the perfect opportunity to strike. The chanting of the Diamond Sutra we heard earlier was just the old devil's way of creating a stir. He can fool others, but he can't fool me." He

then asked Yu Yun with a smile... “Telling you won’t hurt, but is it really that easy to get into the Old Ghost Cave? You can get in, but the passage is extremely narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through at a time. Moreover, the rocks are jagged and sharp, like blades. If you’re not careful, your clothes will be torn and your skin will be broken. Besides, if you get halfway through the path, the Old Ghost will definitely use the Bodhi Palm against you. The force of the palm is heavier than a mountain, forcing you to the cave entrance. Then he’ll add another palm strike. Just think about it. Below the cave is a thousand-foot abyss. Even if you have the best skills, if you can’t overcome the Old Ghost’s Bodhi Palm, you will fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces. Several times, my foolish brother almost lost his life in the abyss. Otherwise, we could have gotten it five years ago. Why did we have to wait until today? As for why my foolish brother betrayed his master, he had his own unavoidable difficulties. If you underestimate the Old Ghost, you are making a big mistake.”

Yu Yun laughed heartily, his face turned serious, and he said, “I believe what you say, but it’s too much to ask me to stop.”

“I will not say it this way. If you can defeat my ‘Red Fiend Moga’ palm strike, you may barely be able to try to enter the cave, but there is only an eleven percent chance. If you can defeat the combined palm strikes of my three brothers, you will be able to withstand the old ghost’s Bodhi Zen skill. Then my brothers and I will temporarily fold our hands and leave it entirely to you to obtain the true scriptures. However, let me make this clear beforehand: if you do not wish to obtain them, then please withdraw and do not interfere. How about that?” "

Yu Yun was incredibly clever, and of course he knew the scheme of the three Venerables from beyond the heavens. They knew he couldn't assess his strength at the moment. If they won, they would kill him in one fell swoop, eliminating future troubles. If they lost, they could leave him a way out, and while he was flying into the cave, they could use their palm strikes to knock him into the deep valley. Their method was truly ingenious. How could he fall for such a wicked trick? But he couldn't obtain the true scriptures, and he still hadn't figured out a way to enter the cave. He was truly anxious about the situation he would face in a moment. After pondering for a while, he said with a sigh, "Alright, that's how it is. Let's try our palm strikes first, and then I'd like the three of you to join hands. If I lose, I'll turn around and leave."

Venerable Jin Yue couldn't help but show a happy expression. Yu Yun saw his expression and knew that his guess was correct. He heard Venerable Jin Yue say, "Do you keep your word?"

Yu Yun laughed and said, "As the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect, how could I go back on my word?" The three celestial beings were simultaneously taken aback, then saw Venerable Jin Yue smirk and say, "

So you are the Snow Mountain God and Demon of the Central Plains. I've heard so much about you." It seemed they had never seen the Snow Mountain God and Demon before.

Yu Yun cupped his hands and said, "Time flies, please make the first move, Master."

Venerable Jin Yue no longer stood on ceremony; in an instant, his palms glowed red like fire. Yu Yun felt two incredibly hot streams of energy slowly rushing towards him, his skin burning and throbbing. He was greatly alarmed; the Crimson Fiend Palm was indeed extraordinary. Suddenly, he heard Venerable Jin Yue shout, his palms attacking rapidly. The heat surged against his face. Yu Yun's body swayed, activating the "Mysterious Heaven Seven Star Steps," and he immediately moved behind Venerable Jin Yue's chest, pressing down with both hands using the "Golden Steel Subduing Tiger" palm technique.

But Venerable Jin Yue's palm strike was faster than expected. The change of tactics was swift. As Yu Yun lost his footing, Xuan Shi swept his palms to the right, unleashing the "Golden Threads Wrist Entwining" technique towards Yu Yun's hands. He turned around as well, the move seemingly effortless yet incredibly fast, generating a powerful, pale red heat. Had this attack landed, Yu Yun would have been severely injured, as he hadn't yet used his "Maitreya Divine Skill" for protection, intending to test the waters. Just as Xuan Shi's palms were about to close in, Yu Yun darted away, disappearing again. The Golden Moon Venerable's reactions were exceptionally sharp; no matter where Yu Yun dodged, his palms always struck immediately, never missing.

Yu Yun was secretly alarmed, thinking, "My 'Mysterious Heaven Seven Star Steps' technique is extremely miraculous; no one can predict where they will land. He attacks like a shadow, it seems Indian martial arts are not to be underestimated." "Even so, Venerable Jin Yue always missed by an inch, failing to injure Yu Yun. In the blink of an eye, Venerable Jin Yue had already exchanged more than ten moves, growing increasingly alarmed with each strike. With a flick of his sleeves, he leaped more than ten feet away, laughing, 'Your movement technique is truly wondrous, I am ashamed to admit my inferiority. However, I fear that such profound movement techniques will be rendered useless once we enter the cave. Perhaps you are too stingy to reveal your ultimate skill and exchange palm strikes with me?'

Hearing his sarcastic words, Yu Yun's lips twitched, letting out a soft, cold snort, and he said, 'I do not believe that you, Master, can withstand a mere palm strike.' '

Although my 'Crimson Fiend Moga' is not a supreme technique, it is not so weak as to be unable to withstand the power of your palm strike,'

Yu Yun said coldly. 'Then let us try exchanging palm strikes.' With a thought, the 'Maitreya Divine Skill' permeated his entire body, and he stood proudly with his hands behind his back."

At the beginning of his fight with Venerable Jin Yue, Yu Yun had a thought: since Zen Master Bao Tan was only two hours away from recovering his strength, why not prolong the time and invite them into the cave first to see what kind of movement technique they used to enter? Zen Master Bao Tan would definitely use all his strength to deal with the three of them, which would be a fierce battle, and both sides would have to expend a great deal of true energy. Once they were both injured, he could reap the benefits. Wouldn't that be great? When he and Venerable Jin Yue were changing positions, he caught a glimpse of Yin Yue and Ming Yue looking back at the cave entrance from time to time, their faces full of worry and shock. He couldn't help but wonder why the three of them were so determined to seize this true scripture. This mystery could not be solved for the time being.

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