Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 300: No Return to Jianghu
In Jiannan Town, on the third-floor terrace of a restaurant, the tulle fluttered in the wind. A woman in white with long hair draped behind her waist was kneeling upright on a cushion. In front of her was a piece of letter and a pot of wine on a small table.

There were not many words on the letter paper, only the two words "Jiannan", and a small sword logo was printed on the lower left corner. She lowered her head and looked at the logo with an expressionless face.

The terrace has a great view and you can see half of the town.

Suddenly, a burst of flames illuminated the night sky and also illuminated half of the face of the woman in white.

Boom————

The sound of the explosion was just heard at this moment, and she glanced sideways towards the explosion site.

There was a roar and noise in Jiannan Town, with gravel flying everywhere and people fleeing in all directions, but more people were climbing up the roofs to gaze into the distance... Dali was founded on military power, and bravery and fighting are ingrained in the martial arts world.

The waiter hurried upstairs, opened the door, and shouted in surprise, "Sir, sir! Let's escape quickly. The noise is so loud that the building might be destroyed!"

The woman in white looked at the blazing fire not far away through the thin gauze dancing in the wind, shook her head slightly, and then said, "You should leave as soon as possible. Someone will come to compensate you tomorrow morning."

As the saying goes, good words cannot persuade a damned ghost. Since the woman in white refused to leave, the waiter stopped talking and ran for his life.

The explosion made Meng Po and Xiao Yuanmu, who were far away, pause. They immediately retracted their attacks and flew to the center of the explosion. Standing on the eaves, they looked up and saw Zhao Wumian holding Guan Yunshu and rolling on the ground for several circles, with sparks still on his cloak behind him.

Xiao Yuanmu relaxed a little, but Meng Po's expression changed slightly.

She didn't care whether Ding Jingcheng was dead or alive. The two of them were not even close to each other, but he was still one of the rare martial masters in the Holy Church. If he died, the loss would be too great.

In Meng Po's perfect prediction, she and Ding Jingcheng would not die, and Zhao Wumian would not die either... As for the others, it really didn't matter whether they died or not.

So Meng Po's eyes turned cold, and she immediately stopped holding back. But how could this little monster in front of her become stronger when facing a stronger opponent? Although he was beaten back step by step by her, he was able to hold on, and the moves he used were extremely weird... Hey, why did it seem a bit like Wan Yuexian?
It couldn't possibly be Xiao Yuanmu, could it? She saw with her own eyes that day that Xiao Yuanmu was clearly a tall, mature and beautiful woman... How could there be a skill in the world that could make a person smaller? Even the bone-shrinking skill couldn't shrink like this.

Meng Po was a little confused and couldn't figure it out.

Zhao Wumian didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, it was as if he had fallen on warm jelly... However, the martial arts masters were fighting and the battle was chaotic. He didn't have time to think more, so he quickly stood up and looked towards the wine shop.

Guan Yunshu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve, unnoticeably adjusted his monk robe, glanced at Zhao Wumian and looked forward.

The liquor store at the center of the explosion had already been reduced to ruins, with raging flames burning in the charred wood. From time to time, a "crack" sound could be heard, and the thick wooden frames broke and collapsed, with red sparks still on the charred surface.

Raindrops hit the ground with a hissing sound, white smoke rose up, and the center was full of rubble. Ding Jingcheng and the shopkeeper were probably buried underneath.

Zhao Wumian did not attack immediately, but took a healing pill and concentrated his mind on using his sword to sense the situation… With the martial arts skills of those two men, they definitely could not be killed by the explosion. This was just wine, not gunpowder.

At this moment, there was no trace of the two men. If they went forward rashly, they would probably be ambushed... Zhao Wumian had suffered a loss, so he would not make the same mistake again. He said, "Don't go forward yet. That old man also knows the sword here... Wait until I find their trace before going forward."

Guan Yunshu frowned slightly and took a healing pill. After hearing this, he suddenly realized and whispered:
"To be able to trick you, the level of swordsmanship here must be higher than yours... The owner of the wine shop must be Mu Bugui, the leader of the Sword Pavilion who disappeared more than 40 years ago, nicknamed 'Jian Bugui' in the martial arts world."

"The surname Mu?" Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned. He knew too little about such matters of the underworld and knew nothing about it. But does this surname have anything to do with his master?

Guan Yunshu looked at Zhao Wumian with a little surprise. How could he, as Mu Lier's disciple, not know about this? But the situation at the moment did not allow for much discussion, so she quickly explained.

"The sword lineage here is inherited from generation to generation, and most of them are from the Mu family. However, it is impossible for every generation in the family to be a martial arts genius, so they will adopt geniuses. Mu Bugui is one of them. As the master of the sword of the previous generation, he rebelled against the Sword Sect more than 70 years ago and established his own Sword Pavilion. He is a shame to the sword lineage here.
Later, during the Hongtian Reign, the Sword Sect marched south to suppress the rebellion. The previous Sword Master naturally joined the battle, intending to clean up the sect. He was later killed by Mu Bugui’s sword… The previous Sword Master was only eighteen years old and had outstanding talent. He was originally trained to be the Sword Sect’s Sect Master… In fact, he was your master’s father.”

"This age is not right, Master is only 26 this year..."

"Your master was also adopted, but she had a good adoptive mother who never forced her to learn martial arts, which is why she was allowed to play until she was ten years old." Guan Yunshu said in a shocking manner.

Zhao Wumian was stunned.

"In the Sword Sect, whoever can practice this sword to the highest level will be the master of this sword. This martial art is very difficult, so this position has been vacant for many years until your master appeared."

The sword here is divided into three levels: "sensing momentum", "borrowing momentum" and "entering momentum"... The difficulty is indeed very high. Zhao Wumian estimated that he had just stepped into the second level, so he could not see the depth of Mu Bugui.

What Guan Yunshu said was common knowledge in the martial arts world. The details might be different, but the general outline was definitely correct. Zhao Wumian only realized it today... But what he was thinking about was that he had never taken the initiative to learn about Mu Lier's family affairs.

She attached so much importance to etiquette and was afraid that she would ruin the Mu family's tradition. Obviously, it was also for the sake of the grace of teaching and raising her.

Just a few words were exchanged, and before they could say more, there was a loud 'bang'. It was Chen Qiyuan who suddenly rushed out from the collapsed house, holding a gun in both hands high above his head. The gun was like a full moon, and he smashed it down on the ruins of the wine shop.

The raging flames that could not be extinguished by the rain were suddenly extinguished by the strong wind under his gun.

"Get out of here!"

Maybe Ding Jingcheng and Mu Bugui are hiding under the ruins and lying in ambush... Stop chattering, I'll shoot you all out!
Chen Qiyuan is indeed a genuine gunner, and his domineering power is worthy of the title of gun master, but the sword here is famous for its perception, and when facing the enemy, the main thing is to "play back", so as soon as Chen Qiyuan makes a move, there is a sharp sword sound.

choke----

The rubble suddenly exploded, and a flash of cold light rose from the ground. It was still a perfect sword, pointing directly at the flaw. The speed was definitely not as fast as Zhao Wumian's, but it was extremely accurate.

Even Zhao Wumian had to admit that he was far inferior to Mu Bugui in swordsmanship.

The distance was not far, and Chen Qiyuan could hear the conversation between Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu. He knew of Mu Bugui's existence and was on guard, but the sword still made a hint of surprise appear in his eyes. Only by facing Mu Bugui head-on and piercing his flaws with every sword could he realize how difficult he was... Otherwise, what was the point of calling it a flaw?
Chen Qiyuan had no way to avoid it, and even if he changed his tactics he would still be suppressed and beaten, completely at a disadvantage. However, he was not fighting alone, and he planned to catch the sword with his lower abdomen, and then hold it with his muscles... Mu Bugui had lost his sword, so Zhao Wumian would come to deal with him.

In fact, Zhao Wumian thought so too. He briefly told Guan Yunshu not to interfere and flew forward.

Mu Bugui had just blasted a hole in the floor tile with his palm and hid himself there, and there were no obvious burns on his body except for some charred marks. As a serious swordsman, he would definitely not abandon his sword. Seeing Chen Qiyuan's move, he knew what he meant, and immediately sheathed his sword and swept it horizontally, while turning sideways and raising his fist, he hit Chen Qiyuan's lower abdomen with the sword sect's top punch "Liuhe Tongbei".

Liuhe Tongbei emphasizes that the tip of the front hand, the tip of the front foot, and the tip of the nose must be in a vertical line, the so-called "three tips are straight". The force is in a straight line, crisp and clean, with great force and heavy impact.

But when changing tactics in the middle of a battle, the movements are naturally relatively slow.

Chen Qiyuan's face turned red and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Before his body flew backwards, the spear that had shattered into a crescent shape smashed down and landed on the long sword that Mu Bugui had hastily raised.

Mu Bugui originally wanted to use soft power to relieve the force, but when the spear and sword came into contact, no force was transmitted. Instead, there was a brief pause before Chen Qiyuan suddenly exerted force.

This is the 'Inch Punch' in fist and palm kung fu. Mu Bugui obviously didn't expect that this young man Chen Qiyuan could actually incorporate the principles of fist and palm into his spear skills... How did he do it?
Caught off guard, Mu Bugui had just flown up from the rubble, but in the blink of an eye he was smashed back into the ruins and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The two martial arts masters suddenly separated as soon as they came into contact. A flash of knife light appeared almost at the same time, and followed closely behind, heading straight for Chen Qiyuan who was flying backwards.

Ding Jingcheng did not have the conditions to kill Mu Bugui. At this moment, his clothes were still stained with sparks, and the exposed skin was all charred black. He looked very embarrassed, but his expression was still calm and steady. He planned to kill Chen Qiyuan first, and then encircle and suppress Zhao Wumian.

It's not that he has a deep hatred for Chen Qiyuan, but at this moment Chen Qiyuan is still flying backwards and has nowhere to get support. Once he is entangled by Ding Jingcheng, he will be crippled if not dead... His grasp of the timing was very accurate. He and Mu Bugui did not talk, but as the martial arts master, his ability to seize opportunities was easy to come by.

"Luckily you're there to lead the way for me!" Zhao Wumian mocked Chen Qiyuan, but his movements were not slow at all. Before he finished speaking, he stomped on the ground and threw out a sword, which flew a hundred steps away, and he followed closely behind the sword.

Chen Qiyuan was also helpless against Ding Jingcheng's knife. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said nothing.

He seriously injured Guan Yunshu, so it is impossible for Zhao Wumian not to be angry.

Ding Jingcheng thought to himself that Zhao Wumian really loved to use this trick. Does he have such a good relationship with Mu Lier?

But the Hundred-Step Flying Sword was indeed useful and he couldn't just ignore it, so Ding Jingcheng raised his knife to block Qing Xu's sword.

But Zhao Wumian did not take the sword. Instead, he suddenly exerted force and rushed forward to move diagonally to the side, and flew to the back of Ding Jingcheng. While in mid-air, he stepped on a wall to collapse it to gain leverage, and pushed the sword forward to slash. His body almost created a triangular white line in the rain!
At this angle, Ding Jingcheng could only turn around first and then block, which made him a moment slower...and Ding Jingcheng was obviously experienced with Naraku Hongsi's high speed, and he still blocked Wuhen's sword with his sword and knife. However, Zhao Wumian was too fast, and it was impossible for him to parry hastily. Under the release of his qi, Ding Jingcheng was thrown back more than ten feet and smashed through several houses.

Rumble————

When the martial arts masters fought, they were like wild bulls charging forward.

After Zhao Wumian struck down with his sword, he turned around like the wind and struck again with his sword. He used the Wushan Sword, and each strike was more powerful than the last.

Ding Jingcheng took the blow head-on, and blood shone from his knuckles. Once he was stuck, the force of the knife accumulated to a certain extent. Unless he had the Hundred-Step Flying Sword that Zhao Wumian had used in the fight, he would surely die.

Mu Bugui was knocked down by Chen Qiyuan, and his body hit the ground to dissipate the force faster. He immediately appeared behind Zhao Wumian like a ghost, with his sword pointing directly at the vital point on Zhao Wumian's back.

"roll!"

Zhao Wumian lifted his right foot backwards and upwards, like a scorpion swinging its tail, and kicked the long sword with his boots, causing its angle to shift, just enough to draw a flash of blood on his shoulder. Then, the leg that was like a scorpion's tail suddenly straightened and kicked Mu Bugui heavily in the lower abdomen.

Mu Bugui groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his lower body was very stable and he was not kicked away. He raised his hand to clamp Zhao Wumian's calf, restrained him, and shouted loudly.

"prick!"

Ding Jingcheng's eyes were cold, he held the Mirage Blade against the Wuhen Blade, and the dagger in his hand stabbed straight into Zhao Wumian's throat. There was a faint thin line connecting the hilt of the sword, otherwise the dagger would have been lost long ago.

One of Zhao Wumian's legs was clamped and his sword was blocked. He had no way to withdraw his sword to block at this distance. It seemed that the dagger would pierce his throat in the next second, but he never expected that in this situation he would step on the ground with one foot and suddenly exert force. He jumped up and stretched his body almost parallel to the ground. The dagger drew a line of blood on his neck, but it was only a superficial wound.

At this moment, he twisted his waist and abdomen violently, and his left foot lashed backwards like a whip!

bang——

The whip kick hit Mu Bugui's old face hard. No matter how stable his lower body was, his upper body could not withstand the kick. The whole person spun like a windmill and hit the house on the side. There were loud "bang bang bang" sounds, and he was probably sent flying more than ten feet away.

Ding Jingcheng remained calm. If one move failed, he would try another. After the short sword scraped a thin line of blood on the side of Zhao Wumian's neck, he immediately retracted his force and pulled it sideways.

But when martial arts masters fight, a lot of things can happen in an instant. If the sword didn't hit Ding Jingcheng just now, he would not have another chance.

call out----

While flying backwards, Chen Qiyuan was always paying attention to the battle situation. He took a breath and immediately released his strength and adjusted his posture in the air. He landed on a wall like a gecko, bent his legs slightly, held the gun with both hands, with the gun body parallel to the ground, and then suddenly exerted force.

bang————

There was a sound of breaking air, as if a black line spanning more than ten feet suddenly stretched straight and pierced towards Ding Jingcheng.

This is the killing move of the Tianluo Spear, 'Blood Sea Without Evil'. Zhao Wumian used this move to kill Master Guishou.

Ding Jingcheng's eyes were slightly startled. If the dagger pierced through, he would be stabbed to death by Chen Qiyuan... He couldn't exchange his life for another's, so he immediately retracted his sword and turned it into a palm, clamping Zhao Wumian's shoulders and pulling him horizontally in front of him, intending to use Zhao Wumian as a meat shield.

Chen Qiyuan definitely didn't want to kill Zhao Wumian, otherwise Dali would have been in chaos. He hesitated and risked a backlash by immediately retracting his strength, but it was not so easy to change his tactics. As expected, the gun still went in, but the scene that happened next made him look horrified.

Zhao Wumian suddenly let go of the Wuhen Knife and raised his palm to slap Ding Jingcheng's heart. Ding Jingcheng held Zhao Wumian's shoulder with one hand as a meat shield, and seeing this, he immediately dropped the knife with the other hand and swung his palm to block.

At this distance, the knife is just a burden and can't be used at all. Is Zhao Wumian trying to force him away at close range and then hide? Don't be kidding.

Ding Jingcheng has lived for so many years and has a solid foundation, without any weaknesses at all. How could Zhao Wumian force him away with just one move of fist and palm kung fu?
When the two palms touched, the expected Qi force did not come from it. Instead, it was like a palm hitting cotton, with no sense of force at all. He realized something was wrong, but saw Zhao Wumian's hand against Ding Jingcheng's palm, and the other hand suddenly stretched back. He knew where the tip of the gun would land without even looking. He avoided the tip of the gun with his palm and grabbed the gun shaft at the moment when the tip of the gun was about to pierce his ribs.

The energy from Ding Jingcheng's palm and the energy from Chen Qiyuan's spear rushed into Zhao Wumian's body almost at the same time. If it were an ordinary person who had achieved the unity of man and nature, he would have turned into a bloody mist long ago. However, the two energies did not stay in Zhao Wumian's body for long. They were like tourists passing by the mountains, lightly brushing past each other and then being suddenly released outwards.

call----

Zhao Wumian used his hands to outline the shape of Yin and Yang, as if making a circle on the spot. He waved one hand lightly to the left in front of him, and waved the other hand to the right behind him, with a whistling wind.

bang————

At the moment when the three collided, Chen Qiyuan and Ding Jingcheng were pulled by the energy and suddenly passed by Zhao Wumian, leaving two white lines in the rain.

Zhao Wumian stood in place, slightly bent over, and the raindrops from the sky, under the influence of his Qi, formed a yin-yang fish shape around him!
Ding Jingcheng smashed a house and suddenly jumped up, his eyes horrified, "When the hell did you learn Tai Chi? Guiyi Taoist is only this good, right? "

Ding Jingcheng’s imaginary enemy has always been Xiao Yuankong... After a few months, even if Zhao Wumian could come up with new things, there shouldn’t be so many, right?
This Tai Chi can only be mastered after decades of practice! ?

Chen Qiyuan was even more stunned, because he had just held back his strength, and blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth... He didn't know Xiao Yuankong, but when he was in Jindi, he even ran around holding Zhao Wumian's collar. Now Zhao Wumian is so awesome! ?
This guy really got the title of Sword Master by his own strength!

Zhao Wumian was actually not feeling well. Tai Chi only dissipated force, not that he could not bear any force at all. The force of the two men just flowed through his body for a moment, and he couldn't help but spit out blood. He suffered serious internal injuries, but he smiled with blood in his mouth, glanced at Ding Jingcheng, and looked at him coldly, "Don't you think I am your defeated opponent?"

After saying a few brief words, Zhao Wumian kicked the Mirage Blade that Ding Jingcheng had just let go of to the side, then raised his palm to absorb the Wuhen Blade and rushed towards Ding Jingcheng again.

"Good boy!" Chen Qiyuan also laughed loudly, spitting out blood like spitting saliva, with a defiant look in his eyes, and walked forward with a gun.

Ding Jingcheng's face turned green, but his skin was charred and his expression could not be seen. Without a weapon at the moment, relying only on the dagger, he would be beaten to death sooner or later... Where is Meng Po?

He glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and saw that Meng Po, the great witch from the Western Regions, was actually entangled by a little girl... You are letting her go on purpose, right?!
You can be entangled by a little girl! ?

You want me to die!?

Ding Jingcheng was wrong to blame Meng Po. Xiao Yuanmu could not exert his full strength, but he could still restrain Meng Po for a short while relying on his experience.

Although they seemed to have exchanged so many moves, Wu Kui was so fast that it actually didn't take much time at all.

On the other side, Zhao Wumian asked Guan Yunshu not to intervene, but Guan Yunshu would definitely not listen to him and kept following the battle situation to look for opportunities. The fight just now was too fast for her to intervene for a while, but because of this, she did not get too excited and keenly realized that something was wrong.

Eh? Where's Mu Bugui?

At a distance of more than ten feet from the center of the battle, Mu Bugui was kicked away by Zhao Wumian and fell back more than ten feet, crashing into a restaurant, smashing several tables and chairs and rolling on the ground for several times before he barely relieved the force.

His mouth was full of blood, his hair was disheveled, and for a moment he had difficulty standing up... Wu Kui was also a human being. He was seriously injured, and he hadn't fought with anyone for a long time. It was really difficult for him to recover at this moment.

But if he could be killed so easily, he wouldn't be worthy of being called the martial arts master.

Mu Bugui lay on the wooden floor and took a few breaths. After a brief rest, he got up, looked up, and was immediately stunned.

call----

The cold wind brought raindrops and rolled up the gauze. A little moonlight sprinkled from outside the terrace and fell on a woman in white who was kneeling in front of a small table. Her fair skin seemed to be glowing in the moonlight.

The woman in white glanced at Mu Bugui. When she saw the old man who suddenly rushed in, there was no trace of panic on her face. Instead, there was a calmness and coldness like the edge of a sword.

The threat posed by ordinary people to him is actually not much different from that of ants, so Mu Bugui had not paid attention to the woman in white before. But when he looked up and saw her, Mu Bugui suddenly felt a slight sense of urgency in his heart.

This woman in white is not an ordinary person, but before he looked up and saw her, Mu Bugui did not sense anything... There is only one explanation.

The woman in white also knows how to use this sword, and is not inferior to him.

The woman in white looked at Mu Bugui indifferently, raised the letter in her hand, and said calmly: "Did you send this letter to the Sword Sect branch?"

The voice was ethereal and pleasant, yet it carried a chill as if it had been frozen for thousands of years.

Mu Bugui immediately understood the identity of this person, "The current sword master here, Mu Lier, you actually came? Aren't you afraid that this is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and just abandon the queen mother in Qingcheng Mountain?"

Mu Lier narrowed her beautiful eyes and said calmly, "The Queen Mother is safe, don't worry... But since you are in Jiannan, there is no way I won't come."

This is natural... The enemy who killed her father is here, and the enemy who made Mu Lier's mother a widow for forty years is in Jiannan. It is impossible for Mu Lier not to come.

The small sword mark on the letter paper is the symbol of this sword lineage... but that was a symbol from decades ago.

So many years have passed, and it has already evolved... This is the evidence that Mu Lier recognized Mu Bugui.

This was an action taken by Mu Lier on her own initiative, and even Zhao Wumian was unaware of it.

Upon hearing this, Mu Bugui smiled faintly, and then couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Your father was only a master back then, and he had never even entered the state of unity between heaven and man, but he thought it was his duty to clean up the sect, and came here to die... so he died."

Mu Lier's eyes became colder. "Many people tried to stop him, but he still went... You are a warrior who can connect heaven and earth. You should know that if he doesn't go, he will never be able to break through... This is the responsibility of the sword master here. Even if he will die if he goes, there is no reason to escape."

Mu Bugui listened quietly, and then smiled again, "There are many martial artists in Jiannan, and I have heard a lot about you. Now it seems that what you said is true... You only started practicing martial arts at the age of ten, but now you have become a celestial being. I am afraid that you can build a bridge between heaven and earth before you are thirty..."

"Before the age of thirty?" Mu Lier sneered and slowly stood up, holding the white sword in the white sheath in her hand, her momentum rising steadily.

Boom————

There was a loud thunder and suddenly it was daytime.

Tear————

The tulle on the terrace suddenly tore into pieces, turning into countless ribbons, but they did not blow away with the wind. Instead, they lingered around Mu Lier along with flying raindrops.

Mu Bugui looked at Mu Lier calmly, and suddenly realized that she was already on the edge of the bridge connecting heaven and earth... When did she enter the Sky-Watching World?

About three months ago.

Turga, the Rong people's greatest genius, was stuck at the stage of unity between heaven and man for two years...but at this hurdle, a person is often stuck for a lifetime.

Mu Bugui said nothing and raised his sword calmly.

Boom————

There was another thunder.

Choke————

Another flash of sword light.

The sword light suddenly pierced out from the flying silk ribbons. Mu Bugui's eyes condensed slightly, trying to sense the flaw of the sword... but he can use this sword, and so can Mu Lier.

Pfft————

The sword light spanned a distance of ten steps across the house and suddenly pierced into Mu Bugui's heart at a tricky angle, nailing him to the wall behind him. Then the sword light was retracted at once, leaving a trace of blood, and the sword was sheathed cleanly and neatly!

The raindrops and flying silk ribbons in the sky suddenly stopped, then lost their strength and fell to the ground.

Stopped abruptly.

Plop————

Mu Bugui slid down the wall and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Mu Lier's rising momentum finally subsided...

The bridge connecting heaven and earth, Wu Kui!
Mu Lier held the sword in her hand, looking down at Mu Bugui from above. Seeing his pupils gradually dilating, she said calmly, "You will get what you ask for..."

After she finished speaking, she flew out of the terrace with her sword in hand without even looking at Mu Bugui.

Mu Bugui lay on the ground, looking at the beautiful figure in white flying out of the terrace, the rain curtain all over the city, listening to the roar of fighting coming from time to time. Vaguely, he seemed to see the scene of the destruction of Tianjian Pavilion again.

It was also a rainy day, and my ears were filled with the roar of fighting, but there was also a big fire that night... There was also a fire just now, but it's out.

Mu Bugui is also a member of the Mu family, an adopted son, and the master of the sword here.

Mu Lier is also a member of the Mu family, an adopted daughter, and the master of the sword here.

Dying at the hands of Mu Lier's sword was truly what he sought.

Since that night, Mu Bugui has lived in seclusion in the mountains. When he turned 100, he entered the world of martial arts again... but he didn't want to.

He was tired, exhausted, he had done enough.

He protected Jiange until the last moment, doing his best to live up to the disciples who had followed him.

He also protected the green jade pendant until the last moment, and repaid the kindness of the Chen Kingdom for his recognition.

He also tried his best to kill Zhao Wumian to repay Ding Jingcheng for saving his life.

Now that he had retired from society for a long time, Ding Jingcheng reminded him that... the matter between Jian and the Mu family seemed to be unresolved.

Then let's write a letter to Mu Lier, she happens to be in Shu too.

Ding Jingcheng was right. Once you enter the underworld, it is not easy to escape...

Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.

I never wanted to return, I never wanted to return...

There is no return to the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)