Chapter 454: Model of the Jianghu

Green Dragon Pavilion?

Has Tian Can Dao Ren arrived?

Li Yuan changed his clothes, picked up a hammer, and went out.

"Junior Brother Li."

Seeing Li Yuan, Long Long Yunfeng felt quite admiring.

Longhu Temple has no shortage of ascetics, but the inner disciples and true transmission disciples he knew, besides ascetic practice, would also hop over to friends for tea, or listen to songs in brothels, or even tease crickets, hold duels, and so on.

Recreation, relief.

But this Junior Brother Li, aside from smithing, only practices martial arts; one day like this, a year like this; over two years, still the same.

Yet he finds joy in it himself; he is not that kind of ordinary ascetic.

"Senior Brother Long, has that True Person Tian Can arrived?" Li Yuan asked.

"Yes, not only that True Person; the one from the Xinyi Sect arrived last night too!"

Long Long Yunfeng said.

The two walked toward the sect's main hall.

After the New Year, Longhu Temple was not as lively as before; after Wei Wei Tianzuo was ambushed and the martial arts demonstrations of the various Dao were postponed, many sects withdrew from Hengshan City; those who did not withdraw all returned to the city.

In the quieted Longhu mountain ranges, the inner disciples who had been suppressed for nearly a year were very active.

Passing the Qi-Sensing Platform, Li Yuan saw some disciples dueling; they were acquaintances, Lin Kai and Wang Wang Xuanying.

The two stood several zhang apart, each holding one end of an iron chain as thick as a wrist; around them, many disciples watched.

Li Yuan stopped.

A method of sparring and dueling.

Long Long Yunfeng explained: "The two of them should be on the edge of transforming internal Qi into True Qi; sparring in this way can temper the internal Qi and accelerate the progress of transforming into True Qi."

Tempering internal Qi?

Li Yuan had never seen this kind of duel before and couldn't help but take another look.

He saw the iron chain between Lin Kai and Wang Wang Xuanying suddenly snap taut; surging internal Qi rose from both of them and poured back into the iron chain.

Only the sound of "crack, crack" was heard; the iron chain seemed to be plated with red and yellow colors; the veins on both their foreheads bulged, and sweat steamed up.

From Transforming Form to Refining Marrow, there are still many similar tempering duels; it's just that Junior Brother Li doesn't need them.

Long Long Yunfeng's heart couldn't help but feel somewhat complex.

He personally witnessed Long Long Xinglie advancing triumphantly; at not yet fifteen years old, he was already on the edge of entering the Dao; who could have thought he would live to see someone even more fierce.

Only two years since entering the sect; he actually broke through several times in succession, from Transforming Form to Refining Marrow, completing the path that took him over thirty years.

No one told me that either.

Li Yuan inwardly criticized; he only glanced a few times, then went to the main lineage.

Inside the Long residence, there was a small banquet.

Long Ying sat in the main seat; Long Xi Xiang and Nie Xianshan accompanied him; the guests were two old men full of the air of twilight.

One wore a Daoist robe, with messy beard and hair; the other wore a torn kasaya, with a yellow face and white beard.

Longhu Temple's spirit rice is truly the best under heaven.

Tian Can Dao Ren put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and couldn't help but praise.

"If the senior likes it, you can take some when you leave."

Long Ying also put down his bowl and chopsticks; by his generation, the only ones in the Jianghu he could call seniors who had not joined the Xieshen Sect were these two before him.

Tian Can Dao Ren and the Leprous Monk; the two were active a hundred years ago; they were old seniors of his master's generation.

"Then I will not decline rudely."

Tian Can Dao Ren rubbed his dim old eyes, sighed a few times, and began to lament Wei Wei Tianzuo's death:

"Young Wei's sword technique penetrated the mysterious; years ago, this old Daoist had seen it and even praised him as having the hope to penetrate the final move, surpassing his master, surpassing his ancestor; who could have expected he would go before this old Daoist."

Sword Master Wei had a strong character; he would rather die than retreat; otherwise, even if he could not defeat that Thousand-Eyed old thief, he would not have died on the spot.

Long Ying also sighed.

Otherwise...

Tian Can Dao Ren shook his head: "This old Daoist specifically detoured to Danshan Prefecture; relying on the lingering aura, I was able to witness that..."

The expressions of the several people at the table all changed.

"Young Wei did not die in vain."

Tian Can Dao Ren

spread out his hand; a wisp of faint aura, imperceptible to ordinary people, rose up:

"That Thousand-Eyed old thief had plans long ago; first, he sent the Sinew and Bone two Vajras to the Eight Veins Mountains to set up a ritual; then he brought the Sword Spirit Master to temporarily balance the Changhong Sword; finally, this old ghost sacrificed the Sinew and Bone two Vajras; relying on an extremely large amount of incense offerings, his true body descended, and with the momentum of thunder and lightning, he defeated Young Wei."

That wisp of aura scattered and fell into the hands of everyone present.

Long Ying, Long Xi Xiang, and others did not hesitate; they pinched that wisp of aura and pressed it to their eyebrows; after a moment, the two put their hands down in succession.

"Young Wei was not the Changhong Sword Master after all; otherwise..."

Tian Can Dao Ren sighed; he looked at the silent Leprous Monk beside him; the latter held that wisp of aura, staring blankly into space.

"Old bald donkey, what are you staring at?"

? co

The Leprous Monk did not answer; he simply flicked his finger; a wisp of bright yellow true Qi formed characters in the air:

"I dare bet Young Wei must have wanted to use the pressure from these two old ghosts to attempt breaking through that final..."

The several people present exchanged glances; none spoke.

The Da Ming Monk serving nearby also felt slightly awkward; this old monk had already cultivated the Silence Zen; couldn't he be completely clear?

I dare to bet, a small one.

The Silkworm Daoist furrowed his brow and dispersed the true qi in the air—he shouldn't have asked this old bald donkey; every word out of his mouth was about gambling.

Back then, if he hadn't lost the bet, the two of them wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries.

This old ghost—why did he want to kill Xiao Wei?

The Silkworm Daoist was somewhat puzzled. The strands of qi he had obtained were incomplete; he could barely glimpse a battle between one person and two gods, but couldn't hear what they had said.

It's said to be related to some Grand Sacrifice.

Long Long Yingchan thought for a moment, then spoke up after all.

Not only did a secret letter shot by bow and arrow from some unknown source a few days ago mention the Grand Sacrifice, the covert agents he had placed in the Divine Capital had also sent similar news back by plume eagle.

That is, both the Xieshen Sect and the imperial court are going to hold some Grand Sacrifice.

The expressions in the courtyard varied. The Silkworm Daoist's brows were tightly furrowed; he glanced at Tian Tian Yingzi behind him, and the latter lowered his head:

"Senior Brother seemed to mention that word came from the covert agents, saying the reason the Xieshen Sect ambushed Sword Master Wei was to take the Changhong Unsheathed, to use it for the Grand Sacrifice!"

To perform the Grand Sacrifice with the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing?

The Silkworm Daoist was slightly startled and hurriedly pressed on, but Long Long Yingchan only shook his head.

The Scabby-Headed Monk glanced at the Master Da Ming Monk, who was utterly bewildered and clearly didn't know. This made his face darken slightly, but he could only sigh inwardly.

The gap between the Xinyi Sect and the Wudadao Sect is not just in the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing—there are considerable gaps in every aspect, for instance, intelligence.

Grand Sacrifice or not, this grudge must be avenged!

The Silkworm Daoist slammed the table.

Avenge him? Naturally, we must.

Long Long Yingchan was very calm: "But the root of those hairy old ghosts of the Xieshen Sect lies in the divine shrines. If we don't find the divine shrines, it will be hard to root out—" The Scabby-Headed Monk pointed again.

This time, no one interrupted.

The divine shrines are the fatal weakness of all the gods of the Xieshen Sect. The difficulty of searching for them can well be imagined.

Over a thousand years, there have been no shortage of people who wanted to find these divine thoughts, but they often searched the whole world and could hardly find one or two, let alone all of them.

Difficult as it is, we still must search.

Long Long Yingchan lowered his eyes.

Long ago, he had hidden true qi inside Yu Yu Banzhou's body, hoping to use the chance to infiltrate the Xieshen Sect, but it was also very hard to find in a short time.

Unless we force those old ghosts to manifest one after another.

Search, we must search; fight, we must fight!

The Silkworm Daoist paid no heed to Tian Tian Yingzi's dark face behind him and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, this old Daoist doesn't have many years left to live. Whether this blade can be drawn out or not, I must make a trip to the Xieshen Sect."

Martial Uncle…

Tian Tian Yingzi's head was swelling. During this period, he had nearly knelt down to Long Long Yingchan, promising away so many things? And now you tell me you want to go risk your life?

This junior is willing to follow wherever the senior leads!

Long Xi Xiang spoke up at the right moment.

Regarding the Silkworm Daoist, he still held respect in his heart. This old Daoist's greatest stain in life—

was nothing more than being one move short in chess and losing to Wan Wan Zhuliu.

Apart from that, he was truly a model of the jianghu. Count this old monk in.

The Scabby-Headed Monk raised a finger, and characters appeared in the air.

After more than ten years of sitting in torment, by now he and the old Silkworm Daoist were about the same—both no longer feared death, and even wanted to actively seek release.

Grand Master Master Da Ming's face also darkened, and he somewhat regretted not letting his senior brother come along.

With two seniors like this, Sword Master Wei, if he knows in the netherworld, can surely rest easy.

Nie Xianshan cupped his hands, somewhat filled with solemn respect.

Long Long Yingchan felt slightly strange inside—had those two old fellows truly seen through life and death, or were they using words to needle him?

But no matter which it was, the price for drawing the blade could no longer be raised.

Although after seeing Wei Wei Tianzuo die, he had no thought of raising the price in the first place.

The seniors' righteousness is admirable.

Watching the two old seniors so righteously indignant, Long the Dao Master couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.

"Is my own heart too dirty?"

When Li Yuan walked into the Long residence, he saw the older generation righteously indignant, a withered old Daoist slamming the table with a "bang bang."

An old monk kept his mouth shut, his fingers tracing in the air so fast they left afterimages.

Li Yuan steadied himself and looked them over, and a chill crept into his heart.

His first impression was that this Daoist and this old monk were very, very old.

So old that at one glance they seemed like an old tree riddled with wormholes, with all its branches and leaves fallen off—this was no longer simply a matter of having one foot in the grave.

"They're just one shudder away from kicking the bucket, aren't they?"

Li Yuan muttered inwardly—could these two still withstand the backlash of drawing the blade?

The moment Li Yuan stepped into the courtyard, the arguing and noise instantly vanished. The group of old seniors each took their seats, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened at all.

This is my unworthy disciple.

Long Long Yingchan gave a light cough and introduced them.

Long Xi Xiang said nothing, silently lifting his teacup and taking a sip.

Truly, a peerless talent!

The Silkworm Daoist praised him effusively, looking him up and down once, but then his expression shifted slightly:

"Marrow Refinement Great Perfection—" The moment he spoke, the expressions of several people in the courtyard changed, especially Tian Tian Yingzi, whose face looked rather ugly:

Dragon Dao Lord, do you truly not know that Wan Wan Zhuliu has achieved Marrow Refinement and Blood Exchange Great Completion, capable of challenging a Grandmaster?

Marrow Refinement and Blood Exchange is a realm.