Chapter One, A Glimpse of Compassion
The poison has come without harm, yet I am secretly alarmed, still remaining unperturbed, and calmly speaking: "May I ask, Master, this Xu Moyang has led the people of Donggui City to injure many of our brothers. Can I take him away?"
Qi Zhuicheng, Ji Quanshan, and Qian Nantou's martial arts and insights were all inferior to Du Lai Wuyang. Upon reaching the mountaintop, they stood still, surrounding Xu Moyang and the old Taoist, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Unexpectedly, they felt an inexplicable sense of peace and lack of contention in their hearts, and they could not summon any desire to act. At this moment, seeing Du Lai Wuyang inexplicably take a step back, they were all taken aback and could not help but retreat a step as well
Skill and Clumsiness: "It is not I who am broken, but there are others who are broken."
A swift steed galloped towards Fuzang Mountain from the city of Donggui, startling the late-returning forest birds into flight. The horse was covered in blood, breathing heavily, while the passenger on its back was half-leaning over the saddle, their face barely discernible. All that could be seen was a gleaming long sword held in their hand, the blade also stained red with blood
General Ming observed the familiar expressions of skill and clumsiness, while Xu Moyang displayed a face full of agitation. Although he did not understand the reason, he could clearly sense that something was amiss. However, confident in his unparalleled martial arts skills, he was not afraid of any tricks that might arise from the interplay of skill and clumsiness. He assumed that, surrounded by numerous soldiers, the opponent would find it impossible to escape, so he quietly focused his energy to guard against any sudden attacks from the adversary.
He confronted General Ming, wandering through the labyrinthine paths of the garden. He fought in vain, utterly exhausted in body and mind, and said to General Ming word by word: "As long as you immediately withdraw from the Haokong Gate and do not harm a single blade of grass or a single tree of our ancestors, I promise you that I will never resort to arms again..."
At this point, Du Lai Wuyang suddenly felt a slight shock in his heart. Such self-questioning and self-answering had already weakened his momentum to some extent, a phenomenon he had never experienced in combat since his debut.
To know that the poison comes without harm, one possesses a unique mastery of poison, and their ghostly and unpredictable hidden weapon skills have already caught up with the 'King of Hidden Weapons,' Lin Qing. Coupled with their elusive poison techniques, opponents often find themselves struck by hidden weapons and deadly toxins before they even catch a glimpse of their appearance. Never has anyone faced such an adversary with the composure of this old Taoist. Yet, this old Taoist appears to be completely still, with not a single flaw to be found on their entire body. Despite having a full grip of hidden weapons in hand, the poison master still dares not strike easily.
This person is none other than the foremost swordsman of Donggui City, Xu Moyang. He is tall and slender, yet he does not give off a sense of frailty. Although his body is drenched in blood, his eyes remain bright like the morning star, and his chest is held upright. Perhaps due to the forceful grip on his long sword, the muscles in his shoulders and back are prominent, making him appear as if he harbors an indomitable will and a power ready to erupt at any moment. He murmurs his own name, suppressing the pain of losing his wife and child, striving to gather his spirits. Taking a few deep breaths, he sits cross-legged to regulate his breathing for a while, then exerts himself to stand up, staggering yet resolutely making his way towards the mountain peak.
It is a pity that there is no defense against you! With a slight smile that reflects a mastery of skill, there is an undeniable firmness in the tone: "On that day, April 7, six years ago, everything was already destined."
Listening to the sarcastic remarks of Qiaozhuo, General Ming could not help but feel a surge of anger. Having just completed the Sevenfold Flowing Divine Art, he was at a peak of confidence and ambition, intending to personally ascend the mountain to kill Xu Moyang and establish authority among the soldiers. Little did he expect to encounter this rival from his own sect. In the martial world, there is a strong emphasis on respecting teachers and honoring elders, yet Qiaozhuo insists on positioning themselves as a senior, forcing even this great general to suppress his brilliance.
General Ming is indeed extraordinary; although he has faced setbacks, he remains undaunted and instead holds greater respect for his opponents, even referring to their skills as that of a master uncle.
He is an infant, abandoned by his cruel parents in the wilderness, surrounded by a hungry wolf that is circling, ready to pounce and devour him, when suddenly an old man leaps out and strikes the wolf dead with a single blow
The town of Donggui was originally a small settlement with a population of only a few hundred. However, this place is uniquely situated, nestled between mountains and water. Additionally, it lies at the junction of the Central Plains and the outer regions, making it a favored location for various nomadic ethnic groups from beyond the borders to come here for rest and trade during the harsh winter months. The name "Donggui" is derived from this practice.
The mat bumped into Xu Moyang, and he felt a warm surge of energy flowing through him, bringing a sense of peace to his body and mind, which he found quite beneficial. He sighed inwardly; at this moment, with the soldiers lying in wait, severely injured and nearly exhausted, he had no way to retreat and did not even entertain the thought of breaking through. Looking at the kind and benevolent face of the old Taoist, his heart gradually settled. He simply sat cross-legged on the mat, casting aside distracting thoughts to focus on his cultivation, hoping to take down a few more enemies when the pursuers arrived. Initially, his mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts, but gradually he felt a gentle breeze caressing his body, his chest relaxing. He then heard the sound of flowing water and the chirping of birds, ultimately entering a state of oblivion where both self and surroundings were forgotten, completely losing track of the bloody battle that had just occurred.
Under the glow of the evening sun, one can only see the bright and distant mountains, the sky is pure and untainted, the fragrance of flowers permeates the air, and the chirping of birds can be heard. Along the winding riverbanks, exotic flowers and trees stand proudly by the stream. Although this is a harsh and cold land beyond the frontier, and amidst the turmoil of war and disaster, it still possesses a beauty reminiscent of the water towns of Jiangnan.
I merely went to pay my respects to my master, yet you insist on accusing me of wanting to steal the "Heavenly Mandate Manual"! General Ming sternly interrupted the clumsy words, and after a brief contemplation, he shrugged as if dismissing the need for further explanation: "Moreover, the martial arts in the 'Heavenly Mandate Manual' are nothing but some misleading tricks. Although you can temporarily trap me with the Nine Luminaries Formation, your martial skills are far inferior to mine. At that time, we agreed that as long as you never use your martial skills for life, I would no longer trouble you... Although you can temporarily trap me with the Nine Luminaries Formation, your martial skills are far inferior to mine. At that time, we agreed that as long as you never use your martial skills for life, I would no longer trouble you..."
One can only gaze upon the clear skies, lush mountains, and verdant forests, as if in a secluded paradise, indifferent to worldly affairs and finding joy in solitude. Who would think of the fierce battles raging over twenty miles away?
Master! Xu Moyang fell to the ground before the old Daoist, his eyes ablaze with fury, and cried out hoarsely: "Donggui City was breached by General Ming's troops three hours ago. Lord Zhuo died in battle on the spot, and the city lord's wife hanged herself. Young Master Zhuo led eighteen of his close followers to surrender, only to have their heads displayed at the city gate. At this moment, General Ming's forces are slaughtering the city, and it won't be long before they come here..." Although Xu Moyang had been mentally prepared for the fall of Donggui City, at this moment, thinking of the enemy's ruthless extermination and the tragic loss of his comrades, even his usual resilience and composure could hardly contain the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, and he felt an overwhelming urge to cry out in despair.
With a knowing smile that reveals the secrets of the heavens, he said: "Zong Yue, my dear nephew, you need not worry. Ten years ago, you were already revered as the number one master in the world. At this moment, you have truly mastered the seventh level of the Flowing Transformation Divine Skill, which is indeed worthy of your reputation. In terms of martial arts, there are few rivals in the world."
Qiao Zhuo smiled gently as Xu Moyang respectfully bowed his head. He then placed the dust whisk, which he never parted with, lightly in Xu Moyang's hands. With significant meaning, he glanced at the dust whisk and then at Xu Moyang, saying: "Although this dust whisk is an unnamed object, it is specially crafted by me, infused with the essence of heaven and earth, expressing the profound mysteries of the universe. The handle is made from a thousand-year-old tung tree from Kunlun Mountain, and the bristles are made from the silk of the fire-scaled silkworm from Tianchi. You may use it as you wish..."
Xu Moyang did not understand why Qiao Zhuo acted in this manner; he only knew that the old man before him, with his profound cultivation honed over a lifetime, had resolved the calamity he faced at this moment in an unfathomable way. The path ahead would depend entirely on himself. Overwhelmed with emotion, he could not contain himself and bowed down, saying: "Master, please allow me to pay my respects."
General Ming raised his hand to stop the poison from coming unharmed, and Su Rong fixed his gaze on the cleverness and clumsiness: "Do you mean that in another twenty-two days I will encounter difficulties?"
General Ming pondered and laughed: "Since there is no way to avoid it, what benefit is there in knowing? You need not speak further in an attempt to confuse my mind. Fate is predetermined; you should consider whether you can escape this calamity today."
Just as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the horse suddenly stumbled, throwing the knight armed with a sword from its back to the ground
The old Taoist lightly swept the dust with his whisk, interrupting the gaze between Xu Moyang and the general, and said softly: "Congratulations, Master Zong Yue's virtuous nephew, you have mastered the Soul Transformation Technique. Although killing with one's gaze is indeed a form of malevolence, it also spares you from the calamity of bloodshed."
A woman gazed at him with a sense of melancholy; he knew that she would be marrying far away the next day, and he also knew that the one she loved was himself
Who can truly decipher the hidden intricacies? With a gentle sigh of skill and clumsiness, one speaks astonishingly: "If we limit ourselves to a hundred moves, would you dare to wager a game with me as this person?"
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the old man coughed incessantly, struggling to sit up and gently caressing his head. As if foreseeing that his adoptive father would not be long for this world, he could not help but cry out loudly, "Father"
Du Lai Wuyang remained unmoved and gently smiled at the old Daoist: "Xu Moyang is the person specifically named by General Ming to be captured. If Master insists on protecting this individual, I, Du Lai Wuyang, am carrying military orders and also serve as the chief guest of the Ming General's residence. It seems I have no choice but to offend the Master."
General Ming's gaze swept coldly over Xu Moyang: "The 'Destiny Codex' is best at calculating the fortunes of individuals. Xu Moyang, you might as well let Qiao Zhuo help you calculate how many hours of life you have left."
The master of skill and clumsiness encompasses all, having knowledge of the three teachings and nine streams, particularly possessing profound insights into astronomy and related theories, and has imparted much to Xu Moyang. However, he has always been reticent about his own origins, and it is only today that Xu Moyang discovers that he is, in fact, the granduncle of a renowned general who stands second only to the emperor in the court.
In front of the green lamp and jade table, there is a young Taoist priest with his hair tied in a topknot, diligently studying a book with a yellowed cover page, on which are inscribed four seal characters—"The Book of Heavenly Mandate"
The old Daoist remained silent, not even opening his eyes, sitting in meditation as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. However, Du Lai Wuyang suddenly felt that the murderous intent prepared by Qi Zhuicheng, Ji Quanshan, and Qian Nantou for the purpose of killing Xu Moyang had, unbeknownst to them, been completely subdued by the old Daoist's steady demeanor, dissipating almost entirely
This person, known in the martial world as "The General's Poison," is ranked as the third among the three renowned figures of the Ming General's Mansion—Poison Comes Unharmed
He felt as if his heart had died, and he stepped into a magnificent mountain, then walked into a Taoist temple, kneeling reverently before an old Taoist priest with a head full of white hair
However, this was not his most severe injury; the most severe injury was the blow from Ji Quanshan's "Golden Palm" that struck his ribs. In the chaos of battle, it was impossible for him to evade all attacks, so he could only endure the least damaging weapons with his body. Thus, in order to avoid several heavy weapon strikes, he almost threw himself against Ji Quanshan's full-force palm strike. Fortunately, this palm strike, capable of penetrating gold and splitting stone, could not breach his body, which was harder than gold and stone.
An elderly Daoist with white hair and a youthful appearance quietly gazed at him. He knew that it was his master brother, Master Wang Nian, who was critically ill with a terminal disease. "This child, Zong Yue, has a mysterious background and extraordinary insight. He will undoubtedly become a formidable figure in the martial world, capable of stirring up great upheaval. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is beyond our ability to speculate. Although he is no longer under my tutelage, I cannot allow him to rely on the martial arts of our sect to bring chaos to the world..." Although he is no longer under my tutelage, I cannot allow him to rely on the martial arts of our sect to bring chaos to the world..."
What first catches the eye is a clear pool of water, beside which lies a large stone, and seated next to the stone is the old Taoist priest. The sound of the waterfall suddenly intensifies, rumbling into the ears, further accentuating the solemn and dignified expression of the old priest.
Xu Moyang stood up and pointed his spear at the general, shouting: "Even if the master hands you the 'Heavenly Mandate Manual', what use is your understanding of the heavenly mandate? At most, it only serves as a pretext for your own wrongdoing, cloaked in the guise of acting on behalf of heaven"
At that moment, during the brief lapse in focus between the enemy and ourselves, Qiao Zhuo took a deep breath and, catching everyone off guard, shouted loudly while seizing Xu Moyang's hand. With a release of breath, a call, a lift of the wrist, and a surge of strength, amidst the gasps and exclamations of the crowd, Xu Moyang was thrown high into the air by Master Qiao Zhuo like an arrow released from its bow
Nine years ago, the master brother suddenly passed away, and you ventured alone into the mourning hall, attempting to steal the "Heavenly Mandate Scripture." Although my martial arts are not as proficient as yours, I still managed to trap you using the Nine Luminaries Formation
Though it was merely a glance, just a fleeting moment, in Xu Moyang's heart, it felt as if it had lasted a lifetime.
The old master remained seated, immovable, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on General Ming.
From beginning to end, there was not even a moment of standing up; the posture remained in a cross-legged sitting position. At this moment, it seemed as if all strength had been exhausted after a throw, with the head softly drooping forward onto the chest, no longer showing any signs of movement
The poison comes without harm, and my mind is in turmoil. I think of the monks in the martial world who possess such a demeanor, yet I still cannot discern the origins of this old Taoist. In my agitation, I am about to take action to test him, but I suddenly realize that such a restless and chaotic state of mind is a grave violation of martial arts principles. Upon further reflection, I recognize that even without making a move, my heart is already filled with uncertainty and my stance is slightly disordered. If the opponent were to strike suddenly at this moment, I fear I would be unable to evade. With this thought, I cannot help but take a step back.
The setting sun adorns the western sky with a touch of crimson, as the slanting rays of the sun, spreading across the sky and touching the earth, paint the gradually dimming golden light onto the lush green mountains, as if draping them in a red quilt
The skill and clumsiness seem to smile yet do not smile, but every word and sentence resonates powerfully across the wilderness, as if a great bell were striking in each person's ear, causing them to feel alarmed: "Zongyue, you were born on June 18 at the hour of the tiger and the moment of the rabbit. The well is not to be drawn from, water and fire are at odds, the hidden dragon must not be used, and the yang energy is deeply concealed; yet on the seventh day of the fourth month, it is just right and responsive, soft and balanced, the dragon's might is in the heavens, crossing far and wide. This day marks the most unfavorable moment of your life." The crowd exchanged glances, the earlier words of skill and clumsiness were incomprehensible, but the final sentence was understood by all.
From Xu Moyang's current perspective, he saw the approaching figure slowly rising from the edge of a cliff. The first thing he noticed was a head of long, flowing black hair, with a unique texture that shimmered under the setting sun, as if it were not hair but a roll of satin embroidered with golden edges. Next, he observed a very broad forehead, exuding a commanding presence, with a complexion that was a blend of yellow and red, interspersed with white, and seemingly possessing a kind of crystalline radiance. Finally, he beheld a pair of exceptionally bright eyes, their brilliance revealing an extraordinary spirit, and his heart suddenly trembled as he realized who the visitor was.
General Ming was not in a hurry to take action; he turned his gaze towards Du Lai Wu Yang and said, "You must hand Xu Mo Yang over to Du Jun, and ensure he is captured alive. I want to know exactly what happened just now"
He bore more than ten wounds of various sizes on his body, the most striking of which was undoubtedly the sword wound on his forehead, the already scarred injury resembling a dark red talisman. Had the sword of Qi Zhuicheng, known in the martial world as the "Blazing Thunder Sword," been half an inch deeper, it would have surely split his head open, and he would likely have been a cold corpse by now
By the edge of the pond stands a large stone, upon which is set a clay stove. The curling smoke from the stove is gently shaped into a soft arc by the light breeze, intertwining with the branches hanging by the pond's bank; the rich aroma of tea wafts in and out, mingling with the mist of the water vapor.
Xu Moyang opened his eyes and saw that the person speaking had a face as gaunt and hard as iron, with a fierce appearance and a voice that rang out like the clash of gold and stone. It was indeed Qi Zhuicheng, the wielder of the "Fiery Thunder Sword," who had previously struck him in the face. Old wounds and new grievances surged up again, filling his heart with the desire to fight. Although he knew that it was not the right time to engage in battle, he could not help but leap up to strike at his enemy.
He was a person of innate bravery, unafraid of life and death. As he listened to the exchange between the general and the master of skills, savoring the subtlety in the words of these two great experts, he found himself somewhat lost, completely forgetting the crisis he was in. Suddenly hearing the two mention him, he felt both grateful and perplexed, especially as the master of skills was willing to openly challenge the world's number one expert, General Ming, for his sake. At that moment, the master of skills unexpectedly pulled him forward, and he felt a surge of powerful energy rolling in from the whisk. Realizing something was amiss, he dared not resist with his own power. Looking up, he saw the master of skills gazing intently at him, his eyes like a bottomless pool of clear water, sometimes yin, sometimes yang, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes open, sometimes closed, sometimes racing, sometimes stretching.
General Ming's gaze met that of the old Taoist for a moment, seemingly casually sweeping over Xu Moyang. Xu Moyang felt a piercing sensation akin to a tangible needle, unable to resist the urge to look away. However, filled with a surge of anger, he refused to concede in the confrontation of gazes, continuing to fixate on the other party. Yet, he felt as if his gaze had been ensnared by the other, and even though he wished to look away, he found himself unable to do so.
With a proud smile, I said: "I have spent nine years deciphering your elusive martial arts. If I were not confident, how could I easily break my promise"
"Pah!" Xu Moyang's face turned ashen as he held the sword in his hand: "Even if my skills are inferior to others, I know what it means to face death with courage. If you have the ability, come and make your move, but at most, you can only take away my unyielding corpse."
This Qian Nan is a traitor of Shaolin. Although he wears a smile, he is guilty of all kinds of evil deeds. Even more disgraceful is his penchant for committing acts of sexual violence against young girls, which is a grave taboo for those in the Buddhist community. This person, however, possesses exceptional martial arts skills, having repeatedly thwarted the efforts of martial artists attempting to capture him. Ultimately, Shaolin dispatched Master Feng Sui, the head of the Law Monitoring Institute, to hunt down Qian Nan. Upon hearing the news, Qian Nan realized he could not match his pursuers, so he sought refuge under the powerful General Ming of the current regime. Yet, he remained unrepentant, and emboldened by his newfound backing, he became even more reckless.
Just as if resonating with the voice of the old Taoist, General Ming had just stepped onto the last stone step where he could see that Taoist. His gaze met the old Taoist's eyes, and he heard, for the first time in over a decade, a voice calling his name directly, apart from the current emperor. His "seeing" and "hearing" occurred simultaneously, with no precedence or succession, and without the slightest delay, as if the old Taoist's voice had suddenly summoned a General Ming. Everything unfolded in this profound and subtle state of perfect synchronicity, where his "seeing" and "hearing" occurred simultaneously, with no precedence or succession, and without the slightest delay, as if the old Taoist's voice had suddenly summoned a General Ming. Everything unfolded in this profound and subtle state of perfect synchronicity.
General Ming cast a quick glance at Xu Moyang, his sharp eyes darting like a needle, before returning to the face of Qiao Zhuo. He pondered and said: "This person possesses average martial skills and intellect, yet you are willing to break your promise and engage in battle with me for his sake. What is the reason behind this?"
At this moment, Xu Moyang was already poisoned by the lethal toxin of Lai Wuyang, and he was surrounded by heavy troops, with several skilled subordinates of General Ming watching him closely, putting him in a situation where death was almost certain
Xu Moyang snorted in anger: "The winter return of warriors is solely to protect their families and wives, unlike General Ming, who is inherently brutal and merciless, slaughtering cities and killing the innocent. Moreover, you have harmed many of my clansmen; how shall we account for this?"
The old Daoist remained with his eyes closed as before, seemingly letting out a faint sigh that was almost imperceptible. With a gentle motion of his hand, he lightly brushed the dust from a nearby mat.
As General Ming turned and had just stepped onto the stone steps descending the mountain, a deafening clap of thunder resounded, and the torrential rain finally poured down.
The mountain path ascends ever higher, with ancient stone steps overgrown with moss. From the perspective of the mountain road, it appears endless, with no visible end in sight. However, upon stepping onto the last stone step, one is suddenly greeted by a flat area nestled in the mountainside, which does not seem out of place, but rather, it appears to be a marvel of nature, as if it were another peak of wonder.
... ...
Upon hearing General Ming directly call his name, Qiao Zhuo realized that he had already made up his mind not to acknowledge him as his master. He smiled faintly and said, "I had already predicted that today would be a day of excitement without danger for the hero."
The path of skill and clumsiness continues: "Human effort will eventually reach its limits. Countless predecessors in this school have devoted their lives to deep contemplation and focus, yet they may not necessarily master a single divine skill. You should concentrate on cultivating your flowing divine skill and your official career! However, even if you wield great influence in the court, enjoying boundless glory, the flowing divine skill may still never allow you to glimpse the heavenly way in your lifetime..."
With a loud bang, Xu Moyang felt as if his mind had exploded, and in an instant, he was completely disoriented. He sensed that within the clever yet clumsy eyes, there was a mysterious power that compelled him to fall into an absurd imagination, with countless strange and unclear images rapidly flashing through his mind
Hearing that Qiao Zhuo holds such high regard for his own martial arts, General Ming could not help but feel somewhat surprised. The Flowing Transformation Technique becomes increasingly difficult to master; General Ming possesses exceptional talent and spent twelve years reaching the fifth level of the Flowing Transformation Technique. However, it took him six years to reach the sixth level, and he spent an additional nine years to achieve minor success at the seventh level just recently. Yet, Qiao Zhuo seemed to see through this at a glance, which made General Ming admire his keen insight even more, further affirming his belief that there are extraordinary skills and techniques in the "Heavenly Mandate Manual" that he is unaware of. Contemplating this, he casually asked, "What makes you think you can break my Flowing Transformation Technique?"
With a "crack," a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, directly hitting the body of the Master of Skill and Clumsiness. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, the Master’s body vanished into thin air in an instant
A waterfall cascades down from the peak, with sharp rocks jutting out like swords between the steep cliffs, causing the water to split and plunge. The impact creates a resounding noise, exuding an imposing presence. From a distance, the hanging spring surges violently, with torrents gushing forth, resembling a white rainbow lying among the majestic mountains. Up close, clouds swirl and mist envelops, with flying flowers and shattered jade, akin to a curtain woven from countless crystal beads.
Du Lai Wuyang, witnessing the general's setback before the assembled soldiers, remained unperturbed, issuing commands with remarkable composure, exuding the demeanor of a grand master. Filled with admiration, he bowed respectfully and said, "General, rest assured, I will not fail in my duty!" At that moment, Du Lai Wuyang did not call for his companions, but instead, set off alone towards the direction of Xu Moyang.
The old master had yet to open his eyes, yet it seemed as though he could foresee Xu Moyang's feelings, as he gently draped the dust brush over his shoulder
Xu Moyang also fixed his gaze on the Ming general who had caused his country to fall and his family to perish. He observed that the general's figure was quite imposing, his pure blue battle robe devoid of any wrinkles. With broad shoulders and a sturdy build, a slim waist and long legs, his movements exuded an innate aura of authority, while his demeanor appeared relaxed and self-satisfied, giving off a sense of threat that felt both distant and yet distinctly close at hand.
It is now early spring in March, a time when the slanting sun is about to set and the shepherd boy is returning home in the evening
The general's pupils suddenly constricted: "Are you confident you can defeat me?" Yet he thought to himself that he had indeed not miscalculated; it seemed that the "Heavenly Mandate Manual" was far from being an ordinary treatise on easy learning, and it was likely that it contained extraordinary martial arts records
The scholar's hands were as crystalline as snow, soft and slender like the delicate hands of a noble lady. However, Xu Moyang was acutely aware that these beautifully sinister hands belonged to the most fearsome pair in the martial world. Not only did they wield hidden weapons as swift as lightning, but they also harbored poisons that could kill without bloodshed and harm invisibly.
Qiao Zhuo smiled faintly, lowering his head to gaze deeply at the whisk in his hand. Under his gaze, the strands of the whisk suddenly stood upright, as if imbued with some kind of spirit, reaching out to grasp Xu Moyang's hand and drawing Xu Moyang beside Qiao Zhuo
A group of soldiers, armed with long spears and shields, ascended the mountain in succession, encircling Xu Moyang and the old Taoist priest. Just by observing the positions occupied by these soldiers, each guarding a critical point, one can tell that they are well-trained. This is precisely the elite Tiger Brigade under General Ming's command.
The structure of Fuzang Mountain is remarkably unique. If one were to consider the trajectory of the stone steps leading up the mountain, it would be impossible to imagine such an expansive flat area nestled in the mountainside. It is as if the continuous mountain range has been abruptly severed, rendering the mountainside and the stone steps of the mountain path unable to see each other. From the mountainside, it appears to be a sheer cliff with remnants of walls, completely obscuring the view of the mountain path; only after stepping onto the last level of the stone steps can one suddenly behold the clear pool and cascading waterfall in the mountainside, evoking a sense of enlightenment.
With a sigh of skill and clumsiness, gazing at the distant mountains, the tone is desolate: "If you reach my age, you will understand that there is essentially no difference between victory and defeat, life and death."
Two years ago, the imperial court finally used the excuse that Donggui City had failed to submit tribute in a timely manner and dispatched General Mingzong Yue to lead troops for conquest. After several years of warfare, Donggui City has already suffered significant damage. Fortunately, the city lord, Zhuo Fuping, has always cared for his people as if they were his own children, and the soldiers are all devoted to their duties. The common people also fought desperately against foreign invasions. Additionally, with Xu Moyang, known as the first swordsman of Donggui, leading the troops and taking advantage of the city's strong defenses, they have barely managed to hold on until now. However, the prolonged siege of Donggui City has severely damaged the dignity of the Han dynasty in the Central Plains, and they continue to send reinforcements, making the fall of the city only a matter of time.
At the foot of the mountain, the faint sound of warhorses' neighing could be heard. Xu Moyang, anxious, shouted: "Master, General Ming's pursuers have arrived. Please advise your disciple on what course to take..." The reason he forced himself to come to Fucang Mountain, despite his exhaustion, was to fulfill the promise made with the old Taoist to meet here when the city fell. However, having fought his way through the encirclement to this place, he still did not understand the old Taoist's intentions.
The words of skill and clumsiness left the crowd in a state of partial understanding, yet General Ming was secretly alarmed. The martial arts he had devoted his life to were known as the Flowing Divine Skill, with its key essence centered on the two characters "contradiction." Just the day before, he had successfully mastered the seventh level of the Flowing Divine Skill, called "Qi Extinction," but at this moment, it was exposed by the term skill and clumsiness, leaving him greatly displeased. Moreover, within the discourse, there was also mention of another extraordinary skill from his school: the "Heavenly Mandate Classic."
General Ming's eyes gleamed with intensity: "It seems you truly disregard our agreement"
Everyone was puzzled; would General Ming really let Qiao Zhuo go just like that? However, seeing General Ming's serious expression, no one dared to ask any further questions.
The knight executed a nimble side lunge to counteract the inertia of the ground, but upon rising, he triggered an injury in his waist and abdomen. He stumbled, barely managing to support his body with the longsword in his hand. Looking at the fallen steed, which was already frothing at the mouth and on the brink of death, he could not help but feel his spirit wane. With a long sigh, he lay back on the ground, as if utterly exhausted and no longer wishing to rise.
Who is this person? They are able to silently diminish the momentum of the three great masters without leaving a trace!
Xu Moyang was even more alarmed. The master of both skill and clumsiness had come to this place seven years ago to retreat in the mountains outside the city during winter, ignoring all matters. However, he held a special favor for Xu and had even provided indirect guidance on his martial arts. Although there was no formal master-disciple relationship, the essence of such a bond was indeed present.
Qiao Zhuo said softly: "Today, the one who needs to escape from calamity is not me"
Over time, this place gradually took shape, and later, those with ambition diverted water to create channels and built earthen walls, ultimately constructing this great city beyond the frontier. The city of Donggui also became a contested stronghold for military strategists throughout the ages
Ji Quanshan mustered his courage and gently asked, "General, how should we deal with this Taoist priest?"
In the tranquil valley, a sudden change occurred, as a flurry of urgent hoofbeats shattered the serenity of Fucang Mountain
This throw was executed with the skill and effort refined over decades, propelling Xu Moyang a full twenty or more zhang away, gliding past the waterfall like a great bird, drifting towards the foot of the mountain. In Xu Moyang's ears, he could still hear the final reminder from Qiaozhuo: "Head northeast and seek the inheritor of the military armor at Xiaowang Mountain Villa..."
It is a beautiful secluded valley, where the winding mountain path becomes increasingly perilous. The peaks on both sides rise steeply, with towering cliffs, yet they are also adorned with abundant tree shade, and some unknown flowers and grasses add to the scenery, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The mountain breeze that sweeps through the valley sounds like the neighing of iron horses, while the stream appears and disappears through the gaps in the trees, its gentle sound flowing in like a celestial illusion, both strange and wondrous.
Except for General Ming and the old Taoist, everyone present was greatly astonished. It was only then that they realized this old Taoist, who had initially seemed as still as an ancient tree, suddenly spoke with a voice that commanded attention, was actually the master uncle of General Ming. General Ming's rise in the court was akin to a sudden emergence from the void, with no one knowing his background. At this moment, unexpectedly, a master uncle appeared on the concealed mountain outside the winter-returning city in the border region, leaving everyone deeply shaken and filled with confusion.
At the mountainside lies a flat area spanning several zhang. The waterfall cascades down to a depression at the mountainside, gathering water into a pool. The bottom of the pool has a hidden current that drains the water, remaining perpetually neither full nor dry, reflecting the lush greenery of the surrounding mountains, clear and mirror-like, with sandy ripples, creating an exquisite contrast between the dynamic waterfall, which roars like thunder and sprays snow, and the tranquil stillness of the pool.
He is already in the Fucang Mountain. Looking up at the bright moon on the horizon, he then lowers his head to the desk, splashing ink like the wind. ... Amidst the strokes of the brush and ink, he depicts a uniquely styled bow, resembling the crescent moon hanging in the eastern sky; at the center of the title on the upper part of the canvas are two large characters—Steal the Sky
Seeing that the old Taoist remained unfazed upon hearing his own name, Du Lai was filled with great anger. Had it not been for the old man's inscrutable demeanor, he would have already launched a surprise attack with hidden weapons and poisoned hands: "Master, are you so indifferent? Do you have the confidence to withstand the four great masters of the general?"
Upon hearing the irrelevant response, General Ming could not help but be taken aback. This master uncle always appeared somewhat eccentric, yet he often displayed remarkable wisdom. After diligently studying the exquisite "Book of Destiny," a supreme text on the principles of change, every word he spoke was imbued with profound meaning. He then calculated carefully: "There are still twenty-two days until the seventh day of the fourth month, just after the Qingming Festival; what kind of day will that be?"
He forced himself to look back, the distant Winter Return City had turned into a sea of flames, casting a blood-red hue across the sky. "Xu Moyang, you cannot fall like this, your beloved wife and young child have perished at the hands of the enemy, you must seek revenge!"
The current lord of Donggui City, Zhuo Fu, is generous and unrestrained, with grand ambitions. He breaks from convention to appoint outstanding talents, and given that Donggui City is a hub of frequent interactions among various ethnic groups, with continuous large-scale transactions, its national strength is gradually flourishing, having developed into the largest city near the frontier. However, all of this is deeply resented by the Han dynasty in the Central Plains
A cold voice came from behind Qi Zhuicheng: "Brother Qi, you are too kind, speaking so much to a dead person. Just kill him first and then talk."
General Ming's voice is seven parts authoritative and three parts calm, though it may be a case of sophistry, it nonetheless possesses a demeanor that compels one to nod in agreement upon hearing it
General Ming turned his face to confront the skill and clumsiness, his complexion changing from red to white and then from white to green, undergoing several transformations
... ...
He seemed as if he had just emerged from a pool of blood, unable to distinguish which stains on his body were his own and which belonged to the enemy. The fierce battle that lasted for three hours not only cost him his family and friends but also his country. Fortunately, he still maintained a strong and unyielding fighting spirit, relying on his extraordinary physical abilities and the martial skills awakened during the fierce combat to fight his way out of the encirclement, temporarily shaking off his pursuers and escaping to the foot of Mount Fuzang. However, his physical strength was completely depleted, and as he thought of the person he had fought so hard to meet, he was uncertain whether he could reach the summit before losing his life.
General Ming's eyes sparkled as he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily: "Very well, since you do not acknowledge me as a disciple of the Haokong Sect, why must you always regard yourself as my senior? Moreover, a true man born in chaotic times should take it upon himself to assist the heavenly way in suppressing traitors and unifying the realm. You have diligently studied the 'Heavenly Mandate Classic' for over thirty years, yet you still cannot see that the great trend of the world is destined to shift from division to unity?"
The master of skill and clumsiness remained completely still, leaving the crowd astonished. Could it be that even in the presence of the world's number one expert, he could remain so composed without needing to gather his energy for battle?
A plump monk with a portable Zen staff stood to one side with a cheerful smile: "Amitabha, this humble monk has faced many difficulties. Earlier, I was unable to engage in a duel with you, Master Xu. Today, I have come specifically to guide the first swordsman of Donggui City to the afterlife."
One would not expect such a breathtaking place in the frontier! As I raised my head and surveyed the surroundings, I couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment. My indifferent gaze swept across the vast desert, ultimately landing with utmost seriousness on the old Taoist priest. After a moment of silence, as if in deep thought, I finally spoke softly: "May I ask how this esteemed master is addressed?" His voice was gentle and courteous, and if one were to only hear his voice, they would never associate him with the notorious figure known as the "Poison of the General" who instills fear across the martial world.
General Ming laughed heartily, his voice resembling arrogance yet evoking a sense of gentleness and calm: "The Soul Transformation Technique is merely a minor skill of our sect. Master Qiao and Clumsy have diligently studied our martial arts for decades, and I believe they are particularly adept in this area."
"Be quiet." Du Lai Wuyang could not help but shout loudly. With a general from Ming by his side, he felt no more restraint and was ready to take action.
General Ming interrupted with a clever remark: "The reason I left the sect is due to other hidden circumstances, which my master uncle does not understand."
Xu Moyang could never have anticipated that this glance would reveal a world of profound change
Skill and clumsiness show no weakness: "Senior Brother, the sect leader, saw early on that you are not one who cultivates the mind and spirit, which is why you were expelled from the sect, fearing that your formidable martial skills would lead you to rampage and kill foreign tribes..."
Silence. After a long while. The distant rumble of thunder is heard. A storm is approaching the mountains
The handle of the dust brush held by the master of skill and clumsiness rested in the tiger's mouth of Xu Moyang's palm, with strands of dust dividing and piercing through his five fingers. Several strong and peculiar internal forces penetrated into the six acupoints of Shaoshang, Shangyang, Shaochong, Shaoze, Guanchong, and Zhongchong, following the pathways of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, and Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian in reverse. They traversed through the acupoints of Hegu, Taiyuan, Lieque, Shenmen, Yangxi, Quchi, Shaohai, and Jianyu, gathering at Yingxiang, Tinggong, and Sikongzhu, ultimately converging at the center of the eyebrows, descending along the Ren Meridian to the Qihai Dantian. Following the pathways of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, and Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian in reverse, they traversed through the acupoints of Hegu, Taiyuan, Lieque, Shenmen, Yangxi, Quchi, Shaohai, and Jianyu, gathering at Yingxiang, Tinggong, and Sikongzhu, ultimately converging at the center of the eyebrows, descending along the Ren Meridian to the Qihai Dantian. Then, they surged back into the Du Meridian, finally pouring directly into the Lingtai Baihui.
"Is Brother Xu still so stubborn when death is imminent?" Du Lai laughed heartily several times, but his expression suddenly turned cold: "General has always valued talent. If Brother Xu is willing to bow down and offer ten deep bows, swearing allegiance to the General, I might be able to speak a few good words for you."
The general's expression suddenly changed again. After taking a deep breath, he gradually returned to his usual demeanor. Looking up at a dark cloud approaching on the horizon, he sighed softly and commanded, "Return to the city! No one is allowed to set foot on this mountain for three days without my orders"
This mountain is named Fuzang, located over twenty miles west of Donggui City, beyond the northern borders.
Suddenly hearing the name that no one dared to utter, the soldiers shouted in unison, momentarily drowning out the roaring sound of the waterfall. Yet, the voice of the old Taoist still echoed in the valley, heavy and solid, lingering without dissipating, as if striking at the heart of each individual.
Fuzang Mountain is a serene place located outside the city of Donggui. For several hundred years, it has been a retreat for practitioners of Taoism and Qi cultivation, who have secluded themselves here for purification and meditation. Over time, this has further enhanced its spiritual energy
"Silence! General Ming acts on behalf of Heaven, and you barbaric people do not understand the will of Heaven. You stubbornly resist, and your crimes are unforgivable. Those who deserve death have brought it upon themselves..."
Xu Moyang responded by taking the whisk, which felt warm and smooth like jade in his hand, seemingly still carrying the warmth of its maker. An indescribable sense of intimacy washed over him, as if a mysterious essence was being transmitted through this whisk, conveying some hidden truth. Just as he was about to lower his head to examine it closely, General Ming and his subordinates could not help but curiously observe from a distance the seemingly unremarkable whisk.
General Ming pondered for a moment and then laughed heartily: "That depends on whether the wager is about victory or defeat, or life and death"
The injury from the dart is not severe, but what is terrifying is the poison on the dart. This is because the one who launched the dart has a name that sends shivers down the spine of everyone in the martial world—Poison Comes Without Harm
An old Taoist priest sat cross-legged beside a stone, with a whisk resting horizontally on his knees. His hair and beard were completely white, suggesting he was already in his seventies or eighties. Dressed in a flowing blue robe, with his white beard fluttering in the wind, he sat in meditation with his eyes lowered, not uttering a word, seemingly unaffected by the affairs of the world.
However, none of these are the most fatal injuries; the most lethal is the poisoned dart still embedded in his lower abdomen. He does not even dare to pull it out, fearing that doing so might cause the poison to affect his heart and lead to immediate death. The wound, which has become completely numb, does not feel any pain at all, and what flows out is a foul-smelling, purplish-black blood.
The surrounding soldiers suddenly stirred, clearing a path. Xu Moyang had been fixated on the face of Du Lai Wuyang, and upon seeing a look of surprise flash across his face followed by a step back, he then noticed a look of joy as Du Lai gazed towards the mountain path, as if someone was approaching the mountain. Xu Moyang couldn't help but raise his eyes to look up the mountain path.
With a smile that is both skillful and unyielding: "Senior brother has already ascended to the heavens, so you may speak as you wish. In any case, there will no longer be a disgrace like you in the Haokong Sect, and the 'Heavenly Mandate Manual' will never fall into your hands"
The skillful and the clumsy both achieved success in one move, and the soldiers were acutely aware of their own shortcomings, feeling anxious in their hearts, all falling silent. Moreover, having never witnessed General Ming's prowess before, they were now able to see the general's formidable might with their own eyes, which inevitably filled them with great excitement as they gathered around from a distance to observe.
After a long silence, General Ming clapped and laughed: "First, you stabilize me with a hundred tricks, then suddenly strike to save someone. Your ingenuity is boundless, appearing clumsy yet surpassing the clever; you truly deserve to be my opponent for nine years. It is a pity that he has escaped for the moment, but he will inevitably fall into my grasp in the end." He adjusted his expression: "Since my master uncle is determined to fight me, why not come and test which is the true supreme skill of our sect, the Flowing Divine Art or the 'Heavenly Mandate Classic'"
Xu Moyang slowly raised his head, yet he did not spare a glance at the three individuals. His gaze was fixed solely on one person, who appeared rather frail, resembling a scholarly figure. This person always kept his head down, looking at his own hands, exuding an air of shyness and timidity.
Skill and clumsiness are not the domain of a master of rhetoric; moreover, having already made a decision regarding the current situation, he let out a cold snort and fell silent.
General Ming's face revealed no trace of joy or anger: "Our school's two great ultimate skills, the Flowing Divine Art and the Book of Destiny, have been in existence for hundreds of years, yet no one has ever mastered the Ninefold Flowing Divine Art, nor has anyone been able to comprehend the profound calculations of the Book of Destiny. I thought, since single cultivation has not yielded results, why not combine the two for further exploration? If I can achieve a breakthrough, it would allow our school's divine skills to be renowned throughout the world."
Amidst the exclamations of the soldiers, Du Lai and a few others instinctively rushed forward to take action against Qiao Zhuo, but were once again halted by General Ming raising his hand
General Ming took a deep breath, waved his hand to signal his subordinates to disperse the encirclement, and stepped back half a pace: "I respect you as an elder, so I will give you time to leave your final words."
Xu Moyang exclaimed: "Dong Guicheng has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, yet simply because he is feared by the court, he has brought upon this great calamity for no reason. How can you still have the audacity to claim that you are acting on behalf of heaven? It is truly shameless."
He looked at the craftsmanship before him, which seemed to have aged several decades in an instant, with wrinkles creeping around the corners of the eyes, yet the gaze held a fierce determination, embodying a selfless sacrifice in the face of evil.
At the same time, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly opened wide without any warning, and although his lips showed no movement, everyone present distinctly heard a pure and straightforward voice that resonated in their ears, shaking their eardrums—"Mingzong Yue!"
General Ming's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Who?"
The disciple understood. Xu Moyang could not stop the tears streaming down his face; he suddenly realized that it was the Master of Skill and Clumsiness who had forcefully infused his entire life’s experiences, insights, and wisdom into his mind through the supreme divine art of destiny. At that moment, when his emotions surged and his thoughts fluctuated, as if in a dream, Skill and Clumsiness were him, and he was Skill and Clumsiness.
The person, however, seemed oblivious to Xu Moyang's hoarse shouts, continuing to sit in meditation with lowered eyes as if nothing had happened
Xu Moyang suddenly awakened, finding himself back in reality, surrounded by hostile enemies.
The words of skill and clumsiness are like towering waves, shaking every person present. No one knows what happened on the seventh day of April six years ago, but hearing the confident words of skill and clumsiness, which do not seem like mere threats, a profoundly mysterious feeling quietly spreads in the hearts of all.
"Golden Palm" Ji Quanshan had deep-set eyes and a hawk-like nose. He was the foremost master of the Turkic people in recent decades, known for his bloodthirsty nature. He often practiced his skills by killing living beings with his palms. Whenever the people outside the Great Wall spoke of the lord of Feiying Fortress, "Golden Palm" Ji Quanshan, they would all fall silent in fear.
The old priest remained indifferent, not even batting an eye.
The sudden turn of events caught even General Ming off guard. At this critical moment on the mountaintop, it seemed that both Qiao Zhu and Xu Moyang were trapped with no way to escape. Who would have thought that the seemingly frail Qiao Zhu possessed such astonishing skills, capable of using a single throw to send Xu Moyang out of the encirclement
Qiao Zhuo looked at Xu Moyang with a smile, her face filled with affection: "Do you understand now?"
The old Taoist remained silent and did not open his eyes, yet his face seemed to convey a faint expression of compassion for the world, evoking a sense of reverence in those who beheld him
Do you know what day April 7th is
A gentle breeze sways the trees, as if wishing to spill the flowing red hues of the evening glow onto the shimmering, undulating surface of the water. The elegant and unique peaks, along with the majestic green mountains, are complemented by the sound of trickling water, washing the jade-like clear stream, resembling a fairyland
General Ming's face flashed with a hint of a bitter smile: "Master Uncle has attained enlightenment"
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps from several people approached along the mountain path. The first person among them burst into wild laughter: "The life of the one surnamed Xu is quite long; I might as well personally see you on your way, ha ha ha."
Qiao Zhuo smiled slightly at General Ming: "Zong Yue, you have been exceptionally gifted since childhood. Seeing the contradictions and conflicts in your demeanor at this moment, it seems that the Soul Transformation Great Method flows out effortlessly in your gaze, and your mastery of the Divine Skill is likely at the realm of Qi Extinction. Why must you still insist on witnessing the 'Heavenly Mandate Scripture'?"