Chapter 689

Since Linghu Chong said Siguo Cliff, then let's go to Siguo Cliff and see—Bai Lang, Yue Buqun, and Ning Zhongze went up to Siguo Cliff together. In the cave, they really saw a larger cave, with a series of small figures carved on the walls and a few piles of bones on the ground. "Fan Song and Zhao He broke the Hengshan sword technique here! Zhang Chengyun and Zhang Chengfeng broke all the Mount Hua sword techniques! What big talk!" Bai Lang sneered. Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, however, had serious expressions, even quite dejected.

The two of them looked at it move by move, constantly communicating and talking, and the more they talked and looked, the more dejected they became. "Oh, sure enough, it's the ten elders of the Ming Cult." Bai Lang only looked at it roughly, and finally, upon seeing the signature, he made a sound. "This bunch are also trash, talking big about breaking this and breaking that. Who doesn't know how to break move by move? When the sword momentum rises, it's like flowing water; let him try to break it!" Bai Lang's voice echoed in the cave like a booming bell.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were not low-level martial artists; they hadn't practiced Mount Hua martial arts for thirty-some years for nothing. After hearing Bai Lang's words, it was as if their brains had been soaked in ice water and they were clear-headed. These two had also witnessed the duel between the Sword and Qi sects on Jade Maiden Peak when they were young, and their minds immediately slid to the sword-Qi thousand-illusion martial arts of those Sword Sect experts, and they were immediately awakened as if from a dream. Before, they were just scared; now that their minds were clear and they looked back, they also smiled in relief.

What was "broken" were just the moves; if you hard-copy them move by move, they would be useless once replaced with a complete sword technique. With Yue Buqun's martial arts, he could easily use dozens of ways to make those so-called ten elders unable to use any breaking moves. Breaking moves cannot be connected into a complete fighting mode... Playing with these breaking moves is fine for dealing with small tricks, but when dealing with opponents of the level of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, they would only be gradually deprived of the initiative by the changing sword moves and forced into a dead end.

As for someone like Bai Lang? One palm and it's over.

Even if Bai Lang used sword techniques he wasn't very good at, he could easily finish it with one sword. His cultivation and eye for detail had reached his level, and he was already doing as he pleased; even if it wasn't a sword technique he practiced, it was still enough to become a master of sword techniques in the world. After stabilizing their minds, Yue Buqun was overjoyed because many of the lost sword techniques of the Mount Hua Sect seemed to be recoverable from the murals—mainly the moves, while the subsequent changes and the coordinated energy-exertion methods could be supplemented by the consistent martial arts thinking of the Mount Hua Sect. As for sword intent, that was a matter for much later.

Bai Lang, in any case, saw that Yue Buqun was still some distance away from sword intent. Yue Buqun's favorite and most proficient *Yangwu Sword Technique* was still a bit short of sword intent, and the sword Qi that followed would probably not be practiced even by the time Old Yue died, let alone sword radiance. It is estimated that Old Man Feng Qingyang should have practiced sword intent, and sword Qi might also have an entry, and that's probably where it ends? In short, he didn't see this old man appear, and Bai Lang was too lazy to expand his own great expert's divine sense. In this world, his sensing was at most ten or twenty zhang; Tian Boguang was caught by this.

Linghu Chong disappointed Yue Buqun, but considering the affection of many years of raising him and confirming once again that this person was truly a big-hearted village hypocrite, he forgave this eldest disciple. However, he might be able to succeed as the Mount Hua Sect leader, but don't even think about the Mount Hua Academy. This person should just honestly stay in Huayin County as a landlord and local squire, and don't go wandering in the martial world; it will cause trouble. Bai Lang stayed on Mount Hua for a few days, and then slipped away—Ning Zhongze had long been unable to control him; this guy was free and easy.

Bai Lang bought a large cart, and the mule pulled the cart along the official road—it was quite good; the cart with a cabin and a roof didn't fear missing a place to stay, and it could carry a lot of things. Bai Lang sat in the front, driving the mule casually; the direction he was heading was Luoyang. Once there, he could try taking the Yellow River waterway. This new scholar still had time to wander; it was less than five hundred li from Mount Hua to Luoyang, and he would arrive in less than ten days. Luoyang City was still okay; as soon as Bai Lang entered the city, he went to "beg for food."

There were many scholars and elegant people in Luoyang City, and new scholars were also very popular; everyone was building relationships. Bai Lang was the type to go and cheat food and drink, talk about wind, moon, and elegant affairs; he didn't really go to brothels. The wealthy in Luoyang were the same, always wanting to stuff their daughters or granddaughters to Bai Lang—it was truly too much of a "rare commodity." So Bai Lang laughed it off, firmly refusing to loosen his mouth. One day, after drinking, Bai Lang rode his horse and walked casually in Luoyang City.

It wasn't time for the night curfew yet, but there were not many pedestrians on the road. On his horse, Bai Lang heard the melodious sound of a zither, and on a whim, he rode his horse and arrived outside a bamboo forest courtyard, dismounted, and listened quietly to the zither music. "It's played quite well. Wait, this is Luoyang City. I remember in the original work, this is the place of some unlucky old guy from the Ming Cult; there seems to be a Ren Yingying inside? She's also a bad woman." This "Holy Maiden" was ruthless; Bai Lang didn't like her in the original work.

This zither was played really well, but Bai Lang casually said, "One song breaks the liver and intestines; where in the world can I find a soulmate? Hehe." The zither sound inside stopped immediately, and a voice came, still an old man's, "How rude!" Bai Lang laughed loudly. At this time, his alcohol was going to his head; drinking and using internal force was too boring, so Bai Lang was indeed half-drunk. This guy opened his throat, "A laugh in the vast sea, the tides on both shores..."

This song was really suitable for opening a broken gong throat after getting drunk. This Bai Lang was also showing his wild nature; he didn't expect the alcohol to suddenly go to his head, truly fulfilling the line, "Drinking wildly and singing, passing the days in vain; flying high and acting recklessly, for whom is the hero?" Bai Lang's true nature when wandering the world was originally that of a wild and reckless person, and now, borrowing the alcohol, he soared into the air. This person was like a great eagle crossing the wall, landing lightly in the courtyard.

"Old man, lend me your zither!" At this time, Bai Lang had long thrown things like Ren Yingying and the Ming Cult Holy Maiden to the back of his mind; there was only a surge of alcohol, and after his eyes were blurred and his ears were hot, his spirit was high. This person directly reached out and flicked, and the curtain was directly lifted by him. Green Bamboo Weng intercepted with his palm, and the woman playing the zither raised her head, and a sword, clear and incomparable, stabbed toward Bai Lang's brow.

This drunk new scholar reached out and grabbed, and unexpectedly directly stirred up the wine jar behind Green Bamboo Weng. The wine jar flew over the old man and fell into Bai Lang's hand. Bai Lang grabbed the mouth of the jar and poured it directly into his mouth. "Dragon-Capturing Energy!" Green Bamboo Weng also gasped, but the palm force under his hand became three times more powerful. And the sword of the young lady Ren was already imminent. Bai Lang flicked his finger with his other hand, and the sword immediately lifted, driving the young lady Ren to fly toward the upper diagonal.

Afterward, Bai Lang very casually exchanged a palm with Green Bamboo Weng. The movements in the blink of an eye could be seen clearly, as if time had slowed down in his hands. Green Bamboo Weng also rolled outside. Bai Lang had no killing intent in his heart; he was just driving away the flies that were disturbing him. While drinking, Bai Lang took the opportunity to lift the hem of his clothes and sat down in front of the zither.

One hand played the five tones on the zither strings, and this "tiger of the world" drank while opening his throat to sing *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*... completely treating the Holy Maiden and Green Bamboo Weng as if they didn't exist.

Qianqian Xiaoshuo