Chapter 679: Retribution

The Five Mountain Sword Sects naturally wanted to be called the "Five Mountain Academy," but the problem was that Hengshan was all nuns and Taishan was all Taoists, so there was no play. Especially the Hengshan nuns definitely had no play. The Taishan Sect was neither the East Mountain Great Emperor Temple nor the Bixia Yuanjun Temple, so it also had no play. And Hengshan and Songshan, didn't they want to? They dreamed of letting their disciples pass the imperial exam, but they couldn't pass it... The Ming Dynasty had an exam every three years, and the total number of provincial graduates in the whole country was only over a thousand...

It was normal for the disciples of Hengshan and Songshan not to pass, and it was the ancestors' blessing if they passed—but these ancestors of the two sects were actually not successful. So now the Huashan Sect was shaking, and everyone had to contact the senior brothers of Huashan more—this was the reason. Two provincial graduates, what if someone passed the metropolitan exam again? At that time, the same year, the master, etc., were intertwined, and wouldn't the officialdom of the entire Ming Dynasty belong to these people?

Nowadays, the guards were indeed not working, but there were still commanders in the border army who could fight. The martial arts that the ancestors used to win fame were passed down to this day.

Third Master Liu's "Golden Basin Hand-Washing" hadn't started yet. Bai Lang easily left his room at night, sliding in the night sky of the city like a giant bat. He was concerned about where the Five Mountain disciples lived—there were many beautiful female disciples here, and the places where the famous families in the city lived. This Tian Boguang seemed to like to pick the flowers of the eldest daughters of such families. Bai Lang was almost full of his last year, and his martial arts were only half a foot away from the Innate level.

So his Qi-machine induction was very extensive. Bai Lang half-closed his eyes and squatted on the roof, just like a night-walking dragon.

Before long, the tall body slowly stood straight, and a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Lang's mouth, looking extremely ferocious. "Found you..." Bai Lang said silently, and then he pointed his toes and flew away.

Tian Boguang was also bold, truly "lustful to the sky"—this guy relied on his lightness skill and anesthetic smoke, and was trying to abduct a disciple of the Hengshan Sect, still a lay disciple. Just after secretly stabbing the tube for spraying anesthetic smoke into the window, there was a gust of wind behind him. Tian Boguang was a habitual offender who had committed many cases. At this moment, he didn't even look back, and his right hand drew a backhand knife as fast as thunder.

Tian Boguang was a famous flower-picking thief. The reason why he hadn't been beaten to death until now was entirely because his lightness skill was good, his fast-knife martial arts were also good, and his luck was good enough that he hadn't picked a family that was really hard to mess with. He originally estimated that this knife could at least force the opponent back. Usually, even experts like Master Dingyi or Master Tianmen would have to retreat slightly or use weapons to block, so he would have room to maneuver.

If it were an ordinary second-generation disciple, this knife would basically take their life. The knife fell, and Tian Boguang only felt pain in his tiger's mouth and wrist. His knife seemed to have hit a stone. "Tian Boguang?" A young voice came from behind. This Tian Boguang was also decisive and immediately let go of the knife in his hand, and then regardless of anything, he wanted to run—the one behind must be a hard target. Even if it wasn't a hard target, as long as he shouted and was surrounded, it would be dangerous.

This Tian Boguang was also a wonderful person. While running, he was still whispering, "Privately hiding a suit of armor, eighty strokes of the cane!" Then he was grabbed by the back of the neck. The person who grabbed his back of the neck turned him around face to face. I saw a big man in front of me, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and even more of a tiger's beard that exploded, looking unusually heroic. The big man's right index finger and thumb pinched a knife. Tian Boguang immediately knew that his knife had been pinched so easily.

This kind of martial arts was definitely not something Tian Boguang could block. At this moment, the flower-picking thief was also ashen-faced, "Tian Boguang, you cut my Huashan Sect's Senior Brother Linghu Chong seventeen or eighteen times. This is just squatting for three years or flowing eight hundred miles. But the good families' women you harmed are probably no less than a hundred lives, right?" Bai Lang said to Tian Boguang in front of him. When he grabbed Tian Boguang, his internal energy had already locked the meridians of his hands and feet.

Bai Lang threw away the knife he pinched with his right hand. This Tian Boguang wanted to argue, but what reason could a flower-picking thief have to argue? Bai Lang grinned and reached out, pulling, twisting, and pulling. Tian Boguang let out an extremely miserable scream, and the inn was immediately awakened. Tian Boguang's pants were quickly soaked with blood, and something slipped out of his pant leg and fell to the ground.

Bai Lang reached out and grabbed, and the knife that fell to the ground was stimulated by Qi energy and flew up, being grabbed by Bai Lang. "The 'Capturing Dragon Strength' is complete. At least there is no problem playing the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'." Bai Lang thought to himself. He picked up the thing with the tip of the knife, and with the strength of his left hand, Tian Boguang was already screaming. When his mouth didn't close, a flash of knife light directly stuffed the thing into Tian Boguang's mouth.

At this time, the doors opened one after another, and the disciples of the Five Mountain Sword Sects came out—almost all of them here were female disciples of Hengshan. Bai Lang stood on the side and appreciated it, "Yes, it's Tian Boguang, and I luckily caught him. So I pulled out the plug, and by the way, beat him to death. This kind of person harmed so many good women, and he should have this retribution. It's even cheap for him."

This kind of death could be said to be very painful, but people like Tian Boguang deserved this retribution.

The Hengshan disciples saw this man who was bleeding from seven orifices and also had a large pool of blood in his crotch, twisting in extreme pain on the ground, and they all recited "Amitabha." Master Dingyi came out and saw, "Tian Boguang?!" Bai Lang stood leisurely on the side and appreciated, "Yes, it's Tian Boguang, and he tried to abduct a Hengshan disciple in the middle of the night. And I luckily caught him. So I pulled out the plug, and by the way, beat him to death. This kind of person harmed so many good women, and he should have this retribution. It's even cheap for him."

Even a nun with a grumpy temper like Master Dingyi said "Amitabha," but she felt quite happy. This old nun's Buddhism was definitely not learned well. Bai Lang felt that the old nun should practice the "Ming Wang" method as the right path. After the Hengshan disciples stabilized their minds, quite a few of them had the same temper as their master, Master Dingyi, and spat, saying it was good to die. "This kind of person, just roll him up with a mat later and throw him to the mass grave to feed the dogs." Bai Lang heard a few nuns reciting the "Rebirth Mantra," and he didn't stop them.

Anyway, the person was already dead. If someone wanted to be kind, let them go.

Master Dingyi looked Bai Lang up and down, "Brother Yue really taught a good disciple!" Bai Lang smiled, "Actually, my master is Ning Zhongze..." Dingyi was also choked, "In short, the Huashan Sect did well!"