Chapter 678: Regret

The members of the Huashan Sect also knew that this Third Senior Brother had high martial arts, but they didn't know how high—in the small and big competitions, Third Senior Brother Bai Lang's fist and palm techniques had always been the best among all the disciples of the Huashan Sect, and his internal energy cultivation seemed to be at least equivalent to the Senior Brother's. As for the sword technique, it might be the fourth or fifth. Now hearing that Third Senior Brother Bai Lang had a set of "North Wind Walk" palm techniques, everyone secretly laughed—none of them hadn't created their own "sword technique."

It was thought that Third Senior Brother's fist and palm techniques were good, so creating his own palm technique was a small matter. It was just that Junior Sister specifically asked, so it seemed this set of palm techniques might be quite good. They didn't know that Yu Canghai had already been to the government office, and his face was lost. Bai Lang sat on the side drinking tea alone, letting this bunch of junior brothers chatter. In the conversation, there was no doubt that Linghu Chong went to drink again, so he couldn't come with the junior brothers.

Later, they talked about Linghu Chong beating up Qingcheng Sect disciples and being punished for it. At this time, they talked about Yu Canghai again. "I've seen him. When I was in Fuzhou, I really saw Yu Canghai—I didn't see him, I heard from Third Senior Brother that Yu Canghai also arrived in Fuzhou, saying he jumped into the Fuwei Escort Agency trying to kill people and rob money, and was caught by Third Senior Brother and sent to the official. That's why I asked Third Senior Brother what kind of martial arts were used." Yue Lingshan also said this.

Most of the disciples present—except for Lao Denuo, were all country bumpkins who didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth. After hearing this situation, they didn't feel anything about Yu Canghai. They had no concept and all thought that this Shorty Yu had mediocre martial arts, definitely far inferior to Yue Buqun, and not as good as Senior Brother Linghu Chong. Bai Lang listened and laughed in his stomach. It was not in vain that he spent money to find old officials in the government to eat and drink, and he really found out a lot of news.

Master Zhang of Wudang was indeed bestowed by the Ming Dynasty royal family. The problem was that the Taoist temples on Wudang Mountain were not all one family. Master Zhang's direct lineage definitely wasn't this lineage of Chongxu Taoist—people were too busy to be "Tiedian," and still mixed in the martial arts world? Huashan's own lineage didn't even have a Taoist. If one had to say it was Ancestor Hao Datong, Bai Lang felt that there was only a part of the inheritance in martial arts, such as the Purple Mist Divine Skill.

Although he hadn't learned the Purple Mist Divine Skill, with the insight of a super expert, he could be sure that this was definitely Taoist kung fu. The reason why these guys in Huashan practiced slowly was definitely because their Taoist cultivation was not enough. An old man carrying a pole selling wontons came to the door. He was obviously an expert—only Bai Lang saw this. Bai Lang knew that Lu Dayou had secretly created a so-called "Great Sage Sword Technique." This person was very eye-catching and spent money to buy wontons for all the senior and junior brothers to eat.

Bai Lang also had a bowl of wontons. After one bite, "The skin is smooth and the meat is tender, and the soup is delicious. Sure enough, the old gentleman's martial arts are not enough to hold on to, and this skill of making wontons is the real skill that can be passed down to eat." Bai Lang thought. After eating the wontons, the rain outside was quite heavy, and everyone was not in a hurry to leave.

Just at this time, footsteps were heard on the street, and a group of people rushed over. Their footsteps were light and fast, and they were obviously people in the martial arts world. Everyone turned their heads to look outside the street, and saw more than ten people coming in the heavy rain. These people were all wearing oilcloth raincoats. When they approached, they saw that it was a group of nuns. The leading old nun had a very tall figure. Standing in front of the teahouse, she shouted loudly: "Linghu Chong, come out!" Lao Denuo and the others recognized this old nun as Dingyi, the master of the White Cloud Nunnery in Hengshan, and the junior sister of Master Dingxian, the sect leader of the Hengshan Sect. She was not only very prestigious in the Hengshan Sect but also feared by everyone in the martial arts world. They immediately stood up and bowed respectfully in unison.

Lao Denuo was the second senior brother and also the oldest, so usually, the communication with the outside world was handled by him. Lao Denuo said loudly: "See the Junior Master." Master Dingyi swept her eyes over everyone's faces and shouted in a rough voice: "Where is Linghu Chong hiding? Get him out here quickly." Her voice was even rougher than a man's. Lao Denuo said: "Report to the Junior Master, Senior Brother Linghu is not here. We disciples have been waiting here, and he has not arrived yet."

Although Bai Lang also stood up, he didn't bow—what a joke, he was a provincial graduate from Huayin, Shaanxi, and Master Dingyi was just a nun without any status. He didn't go to her house to burn incense and worship Buddha. Being able to bow was already very polite.

Dingyi snorted and said: "Your Huashan Sect's rules are getting looser and looser, always indulging disciples to fool around outside. When the matter here is settled, I will go to Huashan myself to reason this out. Why did Linghu Chong kidnap my little disciple?" As soon as this was said, everyone in the Huashan Sect changed color, except for Bai Lang. Dingyi also noticed Bai Lang, a guy who was born to be a high official. "This must be Bai Yuzhu, who is a provincial graduate of the same term as Sect Leader Yue." In her words, there was a bit of appreciation—even a nun knew that there was no better way out in the Ming Dynasty than studying and passing the imperial exam.

"Exactly, Junior Master Dingyi. Senior Brother Linghu is not a person who is greedy for flowers and lust, so he shouldn't be like this, right?" Bai Lang also had to explain. He knew what was going on. As a result, a middle-aged nun named Yiguang came out and said she heard from the senior brother of the Taishan Sect that Linghu Chong was drinking with Tian Boguang in a restaurant in the city. "Really?" Bai Lang asked. The other party nodded. As a result, before Master Dingyi could take the opportunity to lose her temper, Bai Lang bowed first, "Junior Master, I will go and come back!"

After saying that, Bai Lang directly urged his own lightness skill, "Ten Thousand Miles of Clouds and Smoke," and broke through the rain, running like lightning. As for how Lao Denuo and the others appeased Master Dingyi and how they argued, he thought Junior Sister Yue Lingshan would always have a way.

Bai Lang sprinted at high speed and rushed into the city regardless. There was indeed no one in the Huiyan Building. As his figure unfolded, he also thought, "This time it was reckless. I should have thought that they would never stay for so long, otherwise, Master Dingyi wouldn't need to come out to find us." He swayed a few times in the city, thought carefully, and it seemed nothing happened. In desperation, he could only stop and grab a Hengshan disciple—with his martial arts, he could naturally distinguish who had martial arts.

After knowing he was a Huashan disciple, this Hengshan disciple took Bai Lang to the inn. Looking at it, everyone was there. When Bai Lang entered the room, everyone looked up at him—this person's official prestige was too heavy, too flashy, and Bai Lang hadn't groomed his face for these few days. If he was not careful, the beard grew, and the eyebrows were a bit messy. If he changed into an official robe, everyone in this inn would have to call him "Great Master."

"Ashamed, ashamed, I didn't find Senior Brother and Tian Boguang." Bai Lang also laughed, and then he saw a door panel here with a young dead person on it. "Did Tian Boguang do this?" Bai Lang saw at a glance that this was a knife wound and asked. At this time, there was a voice outside, which sounded very delicate, "Master, I'm back, please save Senior Brother Linghu." Bai Lang looked back, "Sure enough, it's the Yilin junior sister version of He." This seventeen or eighteen-year-old Yilin junior sister was indeed more beautiful than Yue Lingshan...

Linghu Chong had a miserable look, and he had been cut seventeen or eighteen times by someone. Fortunately, the knife wounds were almost all flesh wounds. Now, after applying medicine and bandaging, he was supported by Yilin and arrived here. Yue Lingshan rushed over quickly and hugged Linghu Chong, starting to take out external medicine with seven hands and eight feet, while looking up at Bai Lang and shouting, "Third Senior Brother, please save Senior Brother." Bai Lang reached out and held Linghu Chong's wrist, "It's okay, Junior Sister. Senior Brother just has flesh wounds. He lost a lot of blood and is a bit weak. He will be fine after eating more meat."

Yilin also looked at Linghu Chong very worriedly. Master Dingyi let Yilin tell what was going on. "Hey, Senior Brother Linghu, do you remember where Tian Boguang is?" Bai Lang urged his internal energy to let Linghu Chong tell him quickly, "Although there is no hope, maybe we can catch this guy." For a beast like Tian Boguang, he didn't know how many good families' girls died because of him. Bai Lang was not prepared to let him live, and not even prepared to let Tian Boguang die well.

Linghu Chong said a place. After listening, Bai Lang pondered for a moment, "He shouldn't be there anymore." He sighed, "It doesn't matter, we can always catch him." Linghu Chong's injury also made Yue Lingshan nervous for the whole day accompanying this senior brother—after bandaging, this bastard said he wanted to drink some wine to moisten his throat because he lost a lot of blood and was a bit thirsty, but he was scolded by Yue Lingshan. Linghu Chong immediately withered like a gray grandson, and Lu Dayou and the others who were peeking outside laughed.

Bai Lang socialized downstairs. Many second-generation disciples of the Five Mountain Sword Sects wanted to make friends with him, and even those nuns would probably want to come if it wasn't inconvenient. Who told Bai Lang to be one of the two intellectuals with real fame in the Five Mountain Sword Sects—the Hengshan and Songshan sects had second-generation disciples with government student fame, but only the Huashan Sect had these two provincial graduates. Everyone was mixing in the society, so of course, they knew how powerful people in the officialdom were.

Not to mention anything else, Third Master Liu said he wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin, and he had to donate a "Jiansheng" (Imperial Academy student) status before he dared to wash his hands, otherwise the brothers in the martial arts world might not necessarily give him this face. Even the Demon Cult, a publicly recognized black-market gang, hadn't seen them dare to cause trouble in the prefectural cities of Ying Tian, Shun Tian, and other major prefectures, especially killing officials and clerks—Bai Lang also heard the ancient stories told by disciples of other sects, and heard that the Demon Cult once didn't know how to die and killed a county magistrate somewhere. This was a "Hundred-Mile Marquis."

As a result, the aftermath wasn't done cleanly and was exposed. Experts from the Ministry of Justice, the Six Fan Gates, and the Brocade Guards chased them from the capital. At that time, the Demon Cult died a left envoy and several elders and rudder masters, but this was all during the Zheng Tong era. Bai Lang knew in his heart that in this day and age, the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of War, local commanders, and the Eastern Depot probably raised many experts and had many divine skill manuals. At least for this spear and stick technique, don't go to Shaolin to learn it. The real top martial arts were in the hands of the general families of local commanders...