Chapter 199: The Master's First Apprentice

"Ah, who is the only one who can command Phoenix Mountain to subdue the other heirs of the evil spirit of the vermilion bird?"

Mo Ran did not answer him directly, but said, "A thousand years ago, the one who subdued the evil spirit of the Vermilion Bird was called Song Qiao, and his name was Xing Yi."

Xue Meng was horrified, and blurted out, "The Djinn of the Bi, Song Xingyi"

"Hmm."

"He is the last butterfly-boned beauty in the history of Xianxia to reach the rank of Sovereign."

Mo Ran's face was expressionless as he said, "Yes, so the last person who was able to open the door to Phoenix Mountain died in the fires of the School of Confucianism. It was Song Qiutong."

Xue Meng's mouth dropped open and he was about to say something when a sudden commotion broke out in the distance and a large group of Jade Lake Villa's green-clad monks suddenly gathered at the boundary at the very front of Phoenix Mountain.

"Master Li Zhuang"

"Master of the House"

Chu Wanning's face changed slightly, his brow sunken, and he walked towards the other side, pushing his way through the crowd to see Li Wuxin, supported by his disciples, his face as white as paper, his mouth spitting blood, fishy blood sticking to his white beard, his lips blue and white, his eyes rolled up, unconscious, and he was saying in a trembling voice: "Yes first, yes first."

As Li Wuxin withdrew his power, the remaining sects suffered even more from the repercussions of the boundary. Huang Xiaoyue, who was temporarily the head of Jiangdong Court, had less power than the other sects and could no longer bear it.

Jiang Xi, who was also pale but still had the strength to look over at Li Wuxin, said, "He's been hit by the Phoenix Nightmare."

The Phoenix Mountain boundary has the curse of the phoenix attached to it, a nightmare that can easily consume anyone who tears through the cracks and tries to reach the mountain.

This is similar to the Jin Chengchi Pinching Willow vision, except that the Phoenix Nightmare can be difficult to get rid of and those who are trapped often never wake up.

Jade Lake Villa's disciples knelt on the ground, and some of them even cried out, "Wake up, Master!

In his dream, Li Wuxin was laughing and murmuring for a while, then suddenly broke away from his disciple Zhen Congming, who was holding him, and lay on his back, dancing on the ground, laughing loudly: "First is first is first".

Among the disciples of other schools gathered at the back, someone muttered in a low voice, "What is the first"

Li Wuxin, however, would not answer them. He was lost in the joy of his nightmare, his mouth open, showing two rows of teeth sticky with blood and saliva, smiling enchantingly, and after a while, as if the nightmare had suddenly turned, his old, wooden face froze and he looked angry.

"No you can't. You can't. You promised to give me back Jade Lake Villa's secret sword scroll.

One moment it becomes a sad, sad face again.

Li Wuxin had never had such a face in front of people, he was always a respectful old Taoist priest, and the head of a village.

Not like a paladin, not like a Taoist priest.

It doesn't even look like a man.

He salivated, his sorrow twisted in his folds, as if trying to stuff his dignity into the wrinkles that littered his face, as he begged, "Eight billion gold is really too much, that secret scroll of swordplay was originally Jade Lake Villa's, it belonged to my great master. Please, Master, a little less."

The crowd listened around as they looked on in disbelief.

8 billion gold

Sword Book

Then someone suddenly remembered that the former master of Jade Lake Villa was so strong-minded and outspoken that he had caused many sects in Upper Fairy World to look at him with suspicion. But inexplicably, after that generation, Jade Lake Villa's originally powerful Water Breaking Sword Technique fell into disrepair, and later disciples were never able to use it to its full potential.

For this reason, Li Wuxin was always ridiculed by some in the jianghu community, saying that it was his poor teaching that had reduced Jade Lake Villa, once a sage's villa, to the bottom of Upper Fairy World.

But now, the crowd is shocked to realise that things may not be as simple as they thought... could it be that Jade Lake Villa was able to return to the world after selling the sword book?

With such treacherous businessmen taking advantage of the fire, some immediately thought of Lonely Moonlit and many eyes were quietly swept over Jiang Xi's face.

"Could it be Lonely Moonlit?"

"It could be Master Jiang's mentor."

Li Wuxin was still writhing and rolling on the ground, Zhen Congming couldn't even hold him, he was crying and shouting, then he simply got up and thumped his head around, blood and snot dripping down his nose.

"Give it back to me, I've raised it for most of my life, and it's only 5.1 billion gold in total." Li Wuxin wailed, "It's only five and a half billion gold you want. I'm really trying my best, I really don't have that much money, I can't kill, rob and do all the bad things to get money.

When they heard the words "your faction is making millions of dollars a day", those who had not looked at Jiang Xi before started to look at him. Jiang Xi's Xuanyuan Court is the largest black market in the Xianxia sector, who else could it be?

A young disciple of Jade Lake Villa was so angry that his eyes turned red and he shouted at Jiang Xi: "Master Jiang, it turns out that the three most important volumes of Jade Lake Villa's Water Breaking Sword Manual are in your Lonely Moonlit? "

Before Jiang Xi could speak, there was a man on his left, saying hoarsely, "The truth is not yet known, so how dare you put a charge on Sect Leader Jiang?"

The person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue, who could barely breathe.

The old man's hands are shaking as he holds up the boundary, but he is still talking to Jiang Xi to show his loyalty.

The Jade Lake Villa disciple was so annoyed that he rushed to scold Huang Xiaoyue, but was firmly held back by a fellow disciple who advised, "Zhen Fu, don't mess with them."

Mo Ran was stunned to hear the name.

Called once upon a time, he might have found the name as laughable as True Wisdom, but at the moment he looked at the awful old man who couldn't stop kowtowing and kneeling in the mud, and suddenly felt bitter.

Can't laugh at all.

"The first time I saw the swords, I had to do a deal for the Chang Clan in Yizhou, and then sell some magic artifacts and spirit stones, so I could still get it. "

He hunched and kowtowed down, his forehead breaking at the end and blood flowing everywhere.

"The Broken Water Sword Book is Jade Lake Villa's soul," he cried, "Before my late master died, his only wish was for me to redeem the sword book, I've been trying my best all my life, from black hair to white hair, and from your father to you I've begged Luo Fenghua "

"Ah."

The crowd was abruptly dismayed.

Luo Fenghua

Li Wuxin sought after Luo Fenghua

No Lonely Moonlit Yes Yes

There was a flurry of heads back, no one was walking, but immediately a path was set apart, as almost all of the sects were turning their heads to look at Nangong Si in the corner, and Ye Wangxi.

"It's Confucianism School "

This time there was no need for whispers. Someone shouted out.

"Shame on you."

"Let's just say the Confucianism School's swordplay has suddenly improved so much in a few decades, even to the point of having a legacy of swordsmanship."

"The Lingshan Mountain tournament also gave Nangong Si the third place, but what kind of skill is that?"

"It's disgusting."

Nangong Si stood in the same place, looking blank, unaware of course of the scandalous sins of the School of Confucianism, the evil that his father, his forefathers, had created, which should have fallen on the heads of the 72 cities of the School of Confucianism, but now he alone had to carry it.

He did not flee, nor did he utter a word, his face ashen and defeated, he just stood there in silence.

Ye Wangxi tried to shake his hand, but Nangong Si withdrew his hand without moving it, and he stood in front of Ye Wangxi.

"He has the nerve to come."

"His father is such a brute, you think the son can be anything good."

The people at Jade Lake Villa were the most outraged and shouted at them, "Get out, will you?"

"What is the Confucianism School doing here when there is no longer a place for it in the Ten Schools?"

"Shame on you, motherfucker."

All around them were the voices of impassioned pontiffs, spitting and cursing, with such vivid hatred on every face.

Suddenly someone rushed forward, a disciple of Jade Lake Villa, who grabbed Nangong Si by the lapels and Ye Wangxi immediately said: " Si ".

Nangong Si, however, only pushed her away in a flash of lightning, before being pinned to the ground by the Jade Lake Villa disciple, his fists raining down on his face, chest, ribs and abdomen, punch after punch, without the use of spiritual energy, but with dull, vicious, frenzied punches.

At that moment, suddenly there was another deep, cold voice that said in a stern voice, "Stop."

Nangong Si coughs up a mouthful of blood and his hair spills out, leaving him lying on the ground in a muddy mess.

The angry disciple was about to swing his fist again when his arm was squeezed.

He looked back in anger and howled, "The beast doesn't want you"

Words were not spoken.

For the man before him was Chu Wanning, the world's greatest master.

"Stop it."

Chu Wanning looked down at him with eyes like a cold spring, the look on his face was indefinable, as if there was a lot of emotion and as if there was nothing at all.

He just held the teenager's arm tightly, pursed his lips and said half-heartedly, "Don't fight."

Nangong Si coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground, and Ye Wangxi tried to help him, but he waved it away: "Don't mind me, I should take the responsibility of the School of Confucianism for my father."

The boy became even more furious at the sound of his voice and struggled to get free of Chu Wanning's hand, trying to fight again.

Chu Wanning's eyebrows rose: "Stop fighting."

"The boy was also mad, and hissed at Chu Wanning, "Who are they to do this to my master? The Confucianism School has been acting like a horse for many years.

He howled.

Behind her were Li Wuxin's moans and pleas.

Li Wuxin was still pleading with Nan Gongliu who, in his own consciousness, did not exist: " Luo Fenghua said he was willing to exchange the sword manual for mine but he didn't know where it had been put you promised me Master you promised me"

"I'm seventy-nine years old and I don't have many years left to live. I may not have enough cultivation in this life, so I may not be able to become an immortal and see my master, but I can't fail to do the only thing he asked me to do." Li Wuxin's every word was like a clot of blood dug out of his throat, and he too was howling, "I can't fail to do it, Master, give me back what Jade Lake Villa has."

"Please."

The disciples of Jade Lake Villa were trembling, and Chu Wanning's hands were trembling slightly.

There were tears, hate and disbelief in that teenager's eyes.

But he couldn't break free, and finally he pooh-poohed a mouthful of spit on Chu Wanning's cheek as he said, "What patriarchs, they're all animals."

"Master."

" Mo Ran you stand still and don't come any closer."

Chu Wanning let go of the boy's hand, and when he was free, he tried to beat Nangong Si, who was already bruised, but a golden light fell and the Begonia Boundary opened up to protect both Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi.

Chu Wanning, who had been half-kneeling on the ground, now rose slowly and looked past the blurred, hilarious faces in sections.

At one end of the crowd was he, and at the other, a bloodied Li Wuxin.

Li Wuxin's old voice came out, a winter branch that pierced the sky at its roots: "Can't I have five and a half billion?"

In his dream world, the old man still tries to bargain with Nan Gongliu.

Humbled to death.

It's humble.

So humble that an old face is turned to mud and sand.

"Five and a half billion."

His voice was trembling.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes.

His hands also curled and trembled beneath his wide sleeves.

But still, word for word, he said, "Nangong Si, son of the late Rong Yan, wife of Rong."

In front of the huge Phoenix Mountain, with more than a thousand people, the only sound that could be heard was Li Wuxin's howl and Chu Wanning's cold, stern voice.

At one end, Li Wuxin said, "5.8 billion, that's enough, isn't it?"

At the other end, Chu Wanning said, "When I left the mountain, I did not have any silver with me, and I did not know how to ask for it. It was with the kindness of Mrs. Yung that I stayed at the Confucianism School for a while.

He paused, so there was only the sound of Li Wuxin crying.

"Madam Yung once asked me to take her son, Nangong Si, as my pupil, but I did not agree because I was too young to do so. But that year"

Chu Wanning turned his face slightly sideways and looked at Nangong Si, who had fallen to the ground. Slowly, at last, he told the world the truth, which Nangong Si did not remember, word for word.

"In that year, Mrs. Yung, with her young son, worshipped me three times in front of the temple, saying that Nangong Si's teacher's rites had been completed and that if I wished to stay at the Confucianism School for a long time, Nangong Si should treat me as a teacher."

Chu Wanning lifts his eyes.

" Nangong Si, is my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Xue Meng's face instantly turned blue

Mo Ran and Shi Mei didn't look too good either, but neither said anything and looked at Chu Wanning.

"If it is true that a father's debt is paid by his son, then once a teacher, always a father. Now that I have received three obeisances from Nangong Si, he can call me a master." Chu Wanning said, "His master is still here. So whether it's revenge or scolding I'm here, there's no resistance."

"Master."

"Master."

Mo Ran, Xue Meng and Shi Mei all fell to their knees, and Nangong Si struggled to get up from the ground, his mouth still bleeding, he only muttered, "No, I don't worship.

At that moment, however, Li Wuxin suddenly let out a long whistle, tilting his head towards the sky, his beard like blowing snow, his eyes open and blood flowing down from their sockets.

He howled loudly, cried out, choked and wailed.

"Five hundred and ninety million, always okay Nangong Palms five hundred and ninety million more out of that, you take pity on me this old man, leave me some money for the coffin two okay, okay"

He hissed at the end in a neck-quoting pose, bruised and battered.

"Okay?"

In a series of three good ones, Li Wuxin suddenly spat blood from his mouth again, his blood spurting wildly, dead silent.

Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The venerable master of the most inferior sect in the Upper Fairy World. The old man who, in his lifetime, had been deliberately ingratiating himself with every sect he could possibly befriend, wandering around like a clown. This great joke who has spent most of his life still floundering and unable to redeem even three sword manuals.

A waste of time, a mediocrity.

Just like that, with eyes open, he collapsed into the grey dust.

Dead.

The wind whistled and the faces of all the beings looked different, and no one spoke again.

Only Mo Ran suddenly remembered that Dragon Mountain had a treasure that would be enough to revive the sect, something that even Jiangdong Court knew.

With Jade Lake Villa and the Confucianism School so close together, it's hard not to understand what this means.

After Nan Gongliu's death, many major and minor factions were chasing after him to capture Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi alive, saying that they wanted to take revenge, but what they had in mind was the idea of a silver mountain.

But not Jade Lake Villa.

Jade Lake Villa is just a clumsy, silly way to make friends with the Top of the Dead and Lonely Moonlit in the hope that we can look out for each other in the future.

Li Wuxin did not even think about the gold and silver of the Confucianism School.

It is clear that he is the one who has been bullied and oppressed by the Confucianism School all his life.

Perhaps it is because he has been bullied and oppressed for so long that this old man understands in his heart that wealth is desirable, but not injustice.

Mo Ran looks away from Li Wuxin's dusty, dirty, soiled that it's even a bit ridiculous, old face.

Suddenly he understood why, on the day of the Confucianism School shock, when the people were running for their lives in a panic, this old man tried to escape but cowered and did not go.

Obviously not very capable, but hardened and left in the fire.

A single imperial sword has saved dozens of lives that had nothing to do with him.

People say that Master Jade Lake Villa had a water-breaking sword technique that could break the flowing water and the firmament, and history calls it the Sword Saint.

Li Wuxin, without the three books, could not learn this amazing swordplay, nor could he become a sword saint.

All he could do, in the end, was to send those he didn't even know, even the disciples of the School of Confucianism, out of the fire, one by one, back to earth, in a sea of flames, with a transformed imperial sword.