Chapter 63: The Fleeing Rat

Three days passed in a flash.

On this day, a fast ship rode the wind and broke the waves, sailing away from Wumingdao. Aside from a few sailors, the only people on board were Yu Liancheng and Laoshi Heshang, who were returning from their voyage.

During these three days, Xiao Laotou did not hold anything back; Yu Liancheng had already mastered the Wuming Island Ultimate Arts.

This included the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm, the Seven Killers of the Drunken Cloud, and the Hunyuan Qigong... These were all martial arts long lost to the Edo; if any one of them were to spread, it could stir up a storm of blood.

Of course, Yu Liancheng could not cultivate all these marvelous arts at once, but as Xiao Laotou had said, he could use them to verify and learn from one another, allowing his own martial arts to reach a higher level.

The "Sun and Moon Bright Heaven True Art" was also tucked away in his pocket, and he had spent some effort studying this ultimate art. Unfortunately, he did not possess the special constitution of Gong Jiu, so his gains were meager.

However, it did provide Yu Liancheng with a direction; perhaps he could research a martial art similar to the "Sun and Moon Bright Heaven True Art" himself and integrate it into his Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art.

Shaman did not return to the Central Plains with him.

Whenever he thought of Shaman, Yu Liancheng could not help but smile bitterly and touch his cheek; that woman had heard he still had a lover in the Central Plains, so not only did she refuse to return with him, she had nearly scratched his face.

Aren't women born to be jealous?

Although a jealous woman is troublesome, if a woman is not jealous at all, that is what one should truly worry about.

In the end, Shaman stayed on Wumingdao; she believed that this would make Yu Liancheng miss her even more.

Shaman was not a woman without the strength to truss a chicken, and since Gong Jiu had already left the island and Xiao Laotou was still there, Yu Liancheng was not worried about her.

Wumingdao had long been left far behind. Yu Liancheng stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, gusts of sea wind blowing against his face, his black robes fluttering. His gaze gradually turned toward Laoshi Heshang, and a cold sneer already hung at the corners of his mouth.

Laoshi Heshang seemed to sense Yu Liancheng's gaze. He suddenly shivered, chanted "Amitabha Buddha," and wore a bitter smile; how could he not understand what Yu Liancheng was thinking at this moment?

He had originally intended to stay on Wumingdao and hide for a while.

Yet Yu Liancheng had used some unknown method to find him and drag him onto the ship.

Three more days passed, and the pier could already be seen in the distance.

Laoshi Heshang suddenly jumped up and rushed to the bow of the ship.

A wooden plank was placed on the bow, used as a bridge when the ship reached the shore.

Laoshi Heshang grabbed this wooden plank and tapped it lightly; the three-inch-thick plank shattered into five or six pieces.

He tossed the first piece of wood out. Just as the wood landed on the water, his body had already flown out. The tip of his foot tapped lightly on this piece of wood, and the second piece of wood was already tossed out after it.

His body suddenly turned into a dragonfly skimming the water, and after a few leaps on the water's surface, he had already jumped onto the pier.

People on the pier had already noticed this scene and were staring with wide eyes, finding it incredible.

Not only had they never seen such light-body technique, they had never even heard of it.

That such a disheveled monk could have such brilliant light-body technique truly made people's jaws drop.

What was even more surprising was that the monk looked very panicked.

He stayed on the pier for less than a single breath, and after catching his breath slightly, he dashed out again, as if someone were chasing and killing him from behind, and he soon vanished without a trace.

But for a master like this, who else could chase and kill him?

There is.

Of course there is.

As Laoshi Heshang flew along, the scenery around him retreated rapidly. He looked back, as if seeing a pair of eyes full of mockery watching him.

At the same time, Laoshi Heshang could not help but recall the situation from the night before.

Yu Liancheng had walked to his side and sneered, "You wanted to scheme against me before we went to the island, so it is only right that you die by my hand. Tomorrow, after we go ashore, I will take your life. You can try to escape in advance, but no matter how you escape, no matter to the ends of the earth you flee, even if you turn into a wandering ghost, I will take your life."

At that moment, it was as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over Laoshi Heshang's head; he felt cold from the top of his skull to the soles of his feet, his whole body shivering.

Half an hour ago, Laoshi Heshang had already felt the killing intent rising from Yu Liancheng.

The killing intent grew heavier as the ship approached the pier, piercing straight into his marrow.

Laoshi Heshang finally could not bear it any longer and used the wooden planks to cross the sea and escape.

On the sea ship, Yu Liancheng watched as Laoshi Heshang's figure disappeared, but he was not in a hurry to pursue him. A meaningful smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Good, it is good that you escaped; the further you escape, the better."

Nowadays, the most lively topic in the Edo is still the duel between the two peerless swordsmen, though it has changed from Purple Gold Mountain to the Forbidden City.

Besides this, there are a few other matters that have received much attention.

For example, the "Jade-Faced Divine Sword" Yu Liancheng hunting down Laoshi Heshang, one of the three of the Four Great Divine Monks.

The Jade-Faced Divine Sword needs no further elaboration; he is a peerless swordsman who is in no way inferior to Ximen Chuixue or Ye Gucheng, and he has done several major things that shook the Edo.

And Laoshi Heshang is not simple at all; besides being very honest and never telling lies, he also has profound and mysterious martial arts, and very few people know his background.

Laoshi Heshang and the Jade-Faced Divine Sword originally had little interaction; it is said that because he learned a secret of Yu Liancheng—a very important secret—he was forced to embark on a journey of fleeing for his life.

Laoshi Heshang is not a person who is easily bullied; his martial arts are very high, and those who have bullied him have not had a good end. Sometimes even Lu Xiaofeng gets a headache when he sees him.

But the one hunting him is the "Jade-Faced Divine Sword" Yu Liancheng, so he can only flee.

The night is deep, and the fog in the mountains is thick.

Laoshi Heshang is not a person who cannot endure.

But he can no longer endure it now.

His stomach is growling.

This is originally the greatest form of human suffering, but compared to thirst, hunger becomes a relatively easier thing to endure.

His lips are already cracked, his tattered monk's robe has become even more wretched, and the wound on his chest has begun to swell and redden.

He is still in a place of desolate mountains and evil valleys; the fog is pervasive, trees are everywhere, and he cannot even find a spring.

He is not sure he can walk out. But he can only keep moving forward, walking forward without stopping.

Because Yu Liancheng is staring at him from behind.

Although he could not see, he could already feel that bone-chilling murderous aura.

Fleeing is painful.

Hunger, thirst, fear, exhaustion... countless negative emotions surged over him, as if countless whips were lashing at him.

More reliably, he still had a sword wound on his body.

Duoqing Sword.

The person is already dead, so affection is naturally useless.

The sword light was so swift and brilliant, like lightning tearing through the long sky.

He had originally thought he would die under that sword, but he did not.

This was not because Laoshi Heshang already had the ability to escape from the hands of the Jade-Faced Divine Sword, but because before a cat eats a mouse, it will always tease the mouse, letting it become exhausted and desperate to the extreme, before slowly enjoying it.

Right now, he is just a mouse.

A mouse fleeing for its life.

Laoshi Heshang exhaled a breath and pulled himself together.

"As long as... as long as I can reach that place..."