Chapter 126

Zhuang Buran poured a cup of wine for Wuming with a laugh:

"Every family has its own difficult scripture to read. I didn't expect Brother Wuming to be troubled by a wicked disciple as well."

"You and I should toast each other."

Wuming sat down, holding the wine cup:

"My disciple was struck by the 'Heart-Abandoning Seal', which leads people toward evil and bloodthirst until they abandon their original heart, which is why he acted against his will."

"Hehe, I was backlashed by my disciple, and I can admit it openly; it was all my own doing. Brother Wuming, however, likes to deceive himself."

Zhuang Buran shook his head:

"If your disciple wasn't extremely incompetent, how could he be invaded by the 'Heart-Abandoning Seal'? If there wasn't a thought of rebellion in his heart, how could he be led onto an evil path by a martial art?"

"Compared to this kind of incompetent disciple with a rebellious bone, I suddenly feel that the second disciple I took is much more pleasing to the eye."

"Those who have the heart to kill their master must have the ability to kill their master. Taking such a disciple is the only way to let him surpass his master."

Wuming took a sip of wine:

"Brother Xiong, from these words, one can hear that your temperament is far from as casual and peaceful as it appears on the surface."

"I just feel a bit sorry for Brother Wuming, having taken such a troublesome disciple," Zhuang Buran said with a smile.

Wuming looked serious:

"Then do you know that your third disciple, Nie Feng, in order to eradicate Jue Wushen who is harming the Central Plains, did not hesitate to enter the demonic path, and although he has not completely entered the demonic path, he is now confused and could completely enter the demonic path at any time, causing a great disaster that harms others and himself?"

"Brother Wuming is telling me this; you wouldn't want me to help you get rid of Jue Wushen, would you?" Zhuang Buran raised his eyebrows.

"I originally only wanted to ask for a map of the traps in the Wushen Jue Palace, but now that I see Brother Xiong's power is not necessarily weaker than my peak, I specifically want to ask you to enter the world and help."

Wuming said sternly:

"The words you said before about 'laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot' still ring in my ears. Since you have developed Buddhist compassion, how can you bear to see the Central Plains fall into a situation where the people are suffering?"

"I'm getting old; not only am I starting to become hard of hearing, but I'm also doubting if my memory is wrong."

The white-haired, black-robed person feigned surprise:

"If my memory is correct, it was Brother Wuming who forced me to cripple my martial arts and live in seclusion, and now you want to ask me to enter the world."

"Wuming has come here today not to bring up the grievances of the past, but only hopes to eradicate the Wushen Jue Palace as soon as possible and hopes to join forces with you to fight the enemy."

Wuming looked at the lazy white-haired, black-robed person with great sincerity:

"I wonder what Brother Xiong would be willing to do to help?"

"I have two requests; they shouldn't be too much, right?" Zhuang Buran held up two fingers.

"Speak freely. As long as it does not violate principles and is not doing anything harmful to heaven and reason, I will definitely do my best," Wuming said powerfully.

The white-haired, black-robed person laughed lightly:

"First, from the moment we leave the peach grove until Jue Wushen dies, I want Brother Wuming to walk on his hands instead of his feet. 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' is a supreme skill of the Sword Sect; I have heard of it for a long time, and this should not affect your ability to draw your sword."

While Wuming was stunned, Youruo on the side let out a "pfft" of laughter, and even Qin Shuang, who had been showing worry on his face, couldn't help but smile, though he didn't laugh out loud.

"Second, whenever someone speaks to you, you can only reply with one sentence," a hint of playfulness appeared in Zhuang Buran's eyes as he said:

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world.'"

When Youruo heard this, she really couldn't hold back her laughter and hurriedly turned to the side, while Qin Shuang used his only remaining hand to rub his chin, trying to hold back his laughter.

"You..." Wuming had just started to speak when he was interrupted by the white-haired, black-robed person:

"Who was it just now who said with such certainty that as long as it does not violate principles and is not doing anything harmful to heaven and reason, they would definitely do their best?"

"These two requests of mine should neither violate Brother Wuming's principles of conduct nor be anything harmful to heaven and reason."

He said leisurely:

"Some people, when persuading others, are so eloquent, speaking with such reason, saying one moment that fame and fortune are empty, and the next that power is like clouds."

"But when it comes to themselves, they can't even see through the most superficial fame."

Wuming said decisively:

"Brother Xiong, if you are truly willing to help, why would Wuming care about so-called fame?"

"I have always disliked joking, and I will definitely not be lazy or half-hearted."

When Zhuang Buran said this, Wuming had a bitter smile on his face:

"The more I listen, the more I feel you are intentionally teasing me."

"Be bolder and remove the 'feel'," the white-haired, black-robed person's mouth curled slightly:

"In consideration of Brother Wuming's sincerity, on the way to the Wushen Jue Palace, if I am very satisfied with your performance..."

"Perhaps there will be a surprise. It's possible that you won't even need to act, and Jue Wushen will die suddenly right before your eyes."

Wuming's pupils shrank slightly, feeling that the white-haired, black-robed person in front of him was hiding far deeper than he had imagined.

He couldn't help but solemnly remind him:

"I hope Brother Xiong will keep kindness in your heart and not go down the wrong path again."

"I regard Brother Wuming as a close friend, and I believe you will not stand by and watch me die."

Once these words were spoken, the two people on the side began to show their ability to hold back laughter again.

Zhuang Buran glanced at them:

"Saving people is like fighting a fire; furthermore, we are saving the world now. Why haven't you two gone to the Zhonghua Pavilion to fetch some fast horses?"

"My Brother Wuming has quite a lot of family assets; remember to find horses that can travel a thousand miles a day. Don't save these few pennies for him."

When the two heard this, they couldn't stop holding back their laughter and bowed:

"Yes."

As they turned to leave, a sentence reached their ears:

"Fetch four horses; Brother Wuming is a martial arts myth, so don't worry that he won't know how to ride."

Youruo laughed out loud upon hearing this, and Qin Shuang hurriedly responded with a strange expression, only to see Wuming sigh leisurely:

"Three horses will suffice; I came here riding a horse today."

Qin Shuang couldn't help it anymore, immediately said 'good', turned and leaped into the peach grove, and Youruo hurriedly followed.

Half an hour later.

Outside the bamboo grove.

Zhuang Buran and the other three leaped onto their horses first, then stared fixedly at Wuming.

"Brother Wuming, don't be as shy as a young girl," the white-haired, black-robed person laughed.

Wuming, with an expressionless face, leaped lightly, his palms supporting him on the saddle.

"What a handsome lightness skill; worthy of being a martial arts myth," Zhuang Buran clapped in praise, and seeing Wuming remain silent, he coughed lightly:

"Brother Wuming."

After a long while, Wuming said without any emotion:

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world.'"

"Oh my, I'm getting old and am really hard of hearing," the white-haired, black-robed person turned his head to look:

"Youruo, did you hear anyone speaking just now?"

"Father, should your daughter say she heard it, or should she say she didn't?" Youruo didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Zhuang Buran sighed heavily:

"Brother Wuming, look at how small your voice is; even a young person in the prime of life feels they didn't hear clearly."

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world!'" Wuming suddenly raised his volume.

"Good, based on this sincerity shown by Brother Wuming," the white-haired, black-robed person said happily:

"It truly moves me immensely. It seems I must risk this old life of mine to help the Central Plains get rid of the villain who is harming the common people."

After speaking, he charged out first.

Wuming patted the horse's back lightly with one palm and also charged out like an arrow, with the other two driving their horses to follow.

(End of chapter)