weddingnovel Chapter 83 Death Knife
Chapter 83 Death Knife
"In the 279th year of the Liang Dynasty, Emperor Ying was unrighteous, which angered the heavens and the gods. As a result, stars fell like a waterfall, and Emperor Ying died."
"Ah, according to historical records, this meteor shower at the end of the Liang Dynasty was the largest meteor shower ever observed by humankind in historical records, and most of the meteors were evaporated by the atmosphere."
"Only one meteorite fell outside the capital city of Ning'an at the time, and it happened to kill Emperor Yingyou. The crater left by the meteorite became the present-day Dixin Lake."
At that moment, a student in the classroom raised his hand.
"Teacher Yang Ming!"
Full of confidence, he couldn't contain his eagerness and said what he had seen on the internet: "According to unofficial historical records, it was not a meteor that fell at that time, but a martial artist's move that created the Emperor's Heart Lake."
"Unofficial histories also say that Emperor Taizu of Liang once sold hooks."
The teacher looked at him as if he were an idiot. "His Excellency An Lan, the President of the Earth Federation, once clearly stated this in a public speech."
"Martial artists do not exist, just like fire-breathing dragons and magicians; they are all just myths and legends."
"Aoki, if you keep indulging in these things all day long, and you fail the next exam and don't get into university, you'll only get a Class C citizenship after graduation."
"With the federal population now exceeding the limit, President Anlan's newly issued 'Birth Restriction Order' clearly stipulates that Class C citizens do not have the right to reproduce."
Perhaps feeling it was too serious, the teacher pushed up her glasses and smiled, "Girls in this era wouldn't even glance at a Class C citizen, including your beloved Youlan."
The whole class burst into laughter, except for Aoki, who sat down with a flushed face.
Martial artists exist, they definitely exist!
That era belonging to martial artists must have existed.
If you ask why, it's because he has seen real martial artists.
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What is a true martial artist?
Mo Xuan didn't quite understand. Compared to the fierceness of a martial artist, he was more like a gentle and refined gentleman. It was precisely because of this that the reputation of "Gentleman's Sword" spread throughout the world and everyone knew about it.
The six major sects were on the verge of success in their siege of the Tianlong Gang, but Emperor Ying's incomprehensible actions led to the fall of Xun Valley Pass and a crushing defeat.
On his escape, he learned another unbelievable secret from the wicked Valley Lord.
A secret that could completely destroy the home he cherished and the warm place the Wudang Sect held in his heart.
Mo Xuan had always adhered to the code of chivalry, but today, he began to have doubts about the word "chivalry."
He didn't want to doubt Wudang, but the face of the villainous Valley Master when he removed his mask was far too similar to his own.
Second Brother Mo Xie had been paying attention to his senior brother's bad mood and thought he was worried about the pursuers, so he comforted him, "Senior Brother, the Wudang Sect is right in front of us. I doubt those bastards from the Tianlong Gang would dare to chase us that far."
Yuwen Lie guessed that he wasn't worried about the pursuers, but he didn't know what he was worried about.
"Senior Brother, Master and Uncle-Master are highly skilled in martial arts. If we were able to escape, they will surely be safe and sound too!"
The closer Mo Xuanqing got to Wudang, the more timid he became, fearing that he might find the secret was true.
He feared that Wudang was not his home, but the enemy who had wiped out his entire family.
Mo Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, "I'm fine, my two junior brothers don't need to worry."
The words had barely left his mouth when a cold wind began to blow.
The autumn leaves, whipped up by the cold wind, resembled a raging fire.
An elderly man with a cane walked slowly and unsteadily in front of the three people.
He had never tied his hair up, so his long, white hair was whipped and blown about by the cold wind.
The phoenix trees have shed their leaves in the fierce west wind; the cold blade gleams with murderous intent.
The old man's cane gradually fell down, revealing a slender blade with a cold, refined gleam.
"Mo Xuan, I've come to avenge this defeat."
"It's you!"
Even if the other person is hunched over, even if the other person has white hair, even if the other person's face is full of wrinkles.
Yuwen Lie recognized the other person at a glance: "Blood Blade Liang Chen!"
Mo Xuan snapped out of his daze and slowly gripped the hilt of the Gentleman's Sword. "Liang Chen, I can't smell any bloodlust on you. Your sword intent is different from before."
"Anyone who has just escaped the brink of death and has only three years left to live will undergo a drastic change in temperament."
Liang Chen drew a slender, straight sword from his cane. Compared to the broad, blood-red blade, this sword was very thin, even thinner than Mo Xuan's Gentleman's Sword.
"This aged body can no longer even wield the Blood Blade."
After examining Liang Chen's slender knife, Mo Xie smiled. "Our Wudang Sect doesn't bully the old, weak, sick, or disabled. You should leave!"
Yuwen Lie looked at Liang Chen, and his intuition told him that Liang Chen was more dangerous now than he was during the Sword Appraisal Meeting.
"Lord Liang Chen, if we're talking about the order of victory, you should first fight Young Hero Sheng before you're qualified to challenge Senior Brother."
The two disciples refused the duel on behalf of their senior brother for their own reasons, and each stepped forward to grasp the Wudang sword.
If Liang Chen insists on taking action, they don't mind ganging up on him.
"I wouldn't mind if you all came at me at once."
The slender knife was fully withdrawn, and Liang Chen's sword aura was chilling.
It wasn't blood-red, but a dark gray, a somber, aged, and deathly aura.
"Blood Blade is dead, Blade's name."
"Death and Sorrow - Fate's End"
Amidst the fluttering red leaves, a neat fan-shaped gap suddenly appeared.
Fast, too fast.
Before the three Wudang disciples could react, Liang Chen had already slowly placed the slender knife vertically into his cane.
The moment the last glimmer of cold light disappeared.
The three men's clothes ripped open at the same time, and blood spilled out, staining their Taoist robes red.
With a single strike, he defeated three true disciples of Wudang.
The knife only grazed the skin of the three people, without killing them.
Liang Chen turned and left without looking back, as if he had nothing to say to Mo Xuan, who had once defeated him.
"I still regret not winning a single victory, and I am unwilling to have lived this life in vain."
The three stood there dumbfounded for a long time. After a while, Mo Xie comforted them, "The power he gained from the Life-Burning Technique has not been completely dissipated. He still has top-notch power. Senior Brother, you did not lose to him, but to the power he obtained by cheating."
"How can a martial artist avoid defeat?"
Mo Xuan shook his head. "What I lost to him was not skill, but state of mind."
This defeat, however, invigorated him and made him no longer indecisive.
As Yuwen Lie applied the wound medicine to his fellow disciples, he said, "Judging from what Liang Chen said, he's probably going to challenge Young Hero Sheng to a duel. Should we warn him to be careful?"
Mo Xuan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Although Liang Chen will use many means to win, these means are all to strengthen himself, not to weaken others."
"However, it would be good to inform him in advance so that Young Hero Sheng can be prepared."
"I heard from Master Ouyang that Young Hero Sheng is currently in the capital. Once we return to the capital, we will write him a letter to inform him of Liang Chen's matter."
They had just fled back from beyond the Great Wall, covered in dust and grime, unaware that a storm that would sweep across the land was already quietly brewing in the Central Plains.