Beichen Sword Sect's Headmaster's Secret Records

Chapter 2 Guangxia Mountain

A road, fifty steps wide, with trees every three feet, thickly built outside, covered with golden spikes and lined with green pines. Running from north to south, along a stream, along the mountain, it looks like a scroll of green dragon, like a stroke of red, across a painting, dividing the forest on the mountain into two sides.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves echoed from the fog.

In the blink of an eye, a carriage and a horse, taking advantage of the blue brick road, came from the north, riding fast, against the wind and rain, over the mountains and across the ridges.

The carriage and horses crossed many mountains and reached the pass. Just as they were leaving the pass, the wind suddenly blew.

I saw a thin mist curling all over the mountain. When the breeze blew, the clouds rolled up and down, like a scroll being rolled up, revealing a large area of ​​red maples on Shanyang.

It had just rained all night, and the dew on the maple leaves had not yet dried. When the morning light shone on the horizon, it was as if the red leaves on the mountain were covered with gold foil. The brooks beside the road reflected each other, showing that the whole mountain and the sky were golden and red, as if they were burning.

The knight in the lead, riding a white horse in a light robe, saw this magnificent sight and could not help but pull the reins and stop his horse.

Lifting up the garden hat that was covering his head, he turned out to be a handsome young man with clear mind, eyes as bright as shooting stars, mouth as red as red, with the posture of a dragon and phoenix, jade-like and golden figure. He looked at the mountains in the distance and praised softly,

"The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the water is cold, the blue water is blue, the maple leaves are red. The mist and rain are like a weave, and the mountains and rivers are like a painting..."

The carriage behind also stopped for a while, and the driver lifted up his raincoat, revealing a young girl in her prime, with beautiful eyebrows, cherry-like lips, and apricot-like face and peach-like cheeks. She was three times more beautiful than Li Ji, and her eyes were full of radiance. Even though she was still young and her face had not yet fully developed, she was a budding beauty.

"Don't worry, young marquis. After crossing Juelong Ridge, you will reach the territory of Kun Country. After crossing this maple forest, you will reach Guangxia Mountain Yanzi Peak, the dojo of the sword immortal!
"My great grandfather studied martial arts at the foot of Jiuyin Mountain. He and Chen Jianxian here are fellow practitioners. They are sworn brothers. So, isn't Guangxia Mountain just like our mother's home? It will definitely protect us!"

The young marquis came to his senses and looked behind him, but not at the girl, but at the mountain path behind him.

The morning light has not yet shone, and the bluestone road on the other side of the mountain is still hidden in heavy fog.

"I've heard that the Demon Sect's Sword Immortal is ruthless and cruel, but he's also famous for keeping his promises. I'm not worried about that, but I wonder if my mother and aunt have escaped from Wangjing..."

The girl was very open-minded, patting her chest and saying,

"It's okay. My mother has been traveling around the world for many years, and my aunt has the magic weapon of the Marquis' Mansion to protect her. Those bandits can't catch them."

Seeing that the young man still frowned and looked worried, the girl thought for a moment, took out a purse from her belt, hesitated for a moment, and handed the purse to him with red ears, comforting him,
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Before my mother left, she went to see a Taoist priest in Louguan to ask about her future.

The Taoist said, from Dui to Kun, with the lake above and the earth below, it is a collection.

As the saying goes, fish swimming in the water are startled by the net, jump over the Dragon Gate and turn into dragons, three-foot willows hang down money, and thousands of peach blossoms reveal heroes.

Young Lord, you have escaped death and survived a great disaster, so you will surely have good fortune in the future. This is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate and soaring into the sky!"

"Jianjia, you are quite good at saying auspicious things..."

The young marquis also laughed when he heard this. He took the purse embroidered with mandarin ducks that looked like wild ducks, looked at the divination, and his brows relaxed a little. He muttered slowly,
"Cui means gathering. The king has a temple to offer filial respects. It is beneficial to see great men and to be prosperous. Gathering is for the right reasons.

It is auspicious to use large animals, and it is beneficial to go somewhere, and it is in accordance with the will of heaven. Observe what is gathered, and the feelings of heaven, earth and all things can be seen.

It is indeed a good omen... Strange, why did you keep silent about this all the way?"

Jianjia laughed happily and said,
"My mother specifically told me that when it comes to fortune-telling, if you believe it, it will work, but if you don't, it won't work. If you say it too early, it won't work.

Now that I have finally escaped from the royal palace, I am relieved and think of this."

The young marquis smiled bitterly, looked at the divination, shook his head, and casually returned the purse.

“Mystical arts are not the right path after all. The Emperor believed in the slander of the art of magic and supernatural powers, which led to the disaster of witchcraft.

Nowadays, the Sanyuan is favored by villains who speak nonsense, and the Jianghu is superstitious about the evil Taoists who speak wildly. I see the world becoming increasingly turbulent, unable to serve my king and father, unable to kill my enemies, and can only escape to the mountains and forests to live in seclusion. How can this be a good omen? Alas..."

The girl was also speechless. She took the purse and put it back in her arms. Her mouth was wrinkled like the duck on the purse. She didn't want to pay any attention to this guy who was spoiling her fun for a moment.

For a moment, each of them had their own thoughts, and they drove their carriages down the mountain road and into the maple forest.

What a coincidence, I saw the sword fairy just after entering the forest and before I reached the top of Guangxia Mountain.

A group of eight people also came from the north, but they did not take the official road. Instead, they took the trail along Juelong Ridge.

These eight people all looked young. The two leaders, one in front and one behind, were both older, about eighteen or nineteen years old, or in their early twenties. They all wore green robes and straw raincoats, walked in hemp clothes, and had short shirts tied around their wrists, dressed like swordsmen from the martial arts world.

One of them was the last one to leave, wearing a sword and carrying a saber on his back, standing at the intersection, his eyes narrowed into slits, looking towards the chariot and horses from afar, with full vigilance.

The other one was squatting on the branch of a maple tree. His appearance was blocked by the red maple tree, so he could not be seen clearly. He was only seen holding a wooden sword in his arms. He did not seem to be moving, but he stepped on the branch, causing it to shake like an earthquake and sway like a strong wind. All the dew on the branch was poured down like raindrops, but not a single red maple leaf fell.

The other six were just teenagers, about fourteen or fifteen years old, not much older than the young marquis, but they looked completely different. They were all ragged, unkempt, some were a little better, with coarse linen clothes to wear, some were barefoot, without even shoes, looking like beggars, their clothes were torn and dirty, and they were sweating profusely, and they all looked like they had just crawled out of the ravine using their hands and feet.

At this moment, the eight young men were obviously unable to walk anymore. They sprawled out under the big maple tree, gasping for breath, beating their legs, tilting their heads back, opening their mouths, and struggling to catch the dewdrops that had been shaken off the maple leaves by their internal energy.

The two young swordsmen who led the team just held their knives and swords, looking coldly at the uninvited guests who were riding horses and driving carriages.

When she said she was going back to her parents' home, Jianjia was just talking, after all, she had never been there before. At this moment, she carefully held her hat and grasped the dagger in her arms.

The young marquis rode forward, holding up his sword, clasped his fists and bowed from a distance, then took out a jade pendant from his waist.
"My name is Lu Yue. My father is the Marquis of Wu. I have come with a small gift to pay my respects to Master Chen of Yanzi Peak in Guangxia Mountain."

The two green-robed swordsmen remained silent, as if they had not heard each other's calls.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, the young marquis hesitated for a moment and turned back to look at the girl.

"Jianjia, does your aunt have any other instructions?"

Jianjia was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and then seemed to remember something. She turned over and looked in the car, and took out a stone box, which was flat and about the size of an inkstone. She held it in her hand and said,

"Here is the sword of Shen Junyou, the disciple of Beichen Sword Sect! Please come and have a look, brothers!"

When she shouted, it was as if the wind in the maple forest valley had died down, and the young men opposite all turned their heads to look at her.

Seeing this, the narrow-eyed swordsman who was left behind loosened his right hand holding the sword. At the top of the tree, the young man holding the wooden sword also stepped over the branch and poked his head out.

This guy's appearance was not that good, with premature graying of hair, uneven eyes, his left eye open and his right eye squinted. He touched the sparse stubble on his chin and waved from a distance.

Seeing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and rode forward.

However, it happened in a flash, the squinting swordsman suddenly raised his left arm.

Suddenly, "clang!" a flash of lightning!
The sword on his back was unsheathed! A streak of white light was drawn in the air! It slashed straight towards Lu Yue's face!

Suddenly, there was a clang! A golden sound!
The white light hit Lu Yue's throat! Suddenly, a golden light burst out! It knocked the white light back! Lu Yue was also caught off guard! He was knocked off his horse by this flying blow!
The white silk fell back to the palm of the narrow-eyed swordsman, revealing a shadow. But it was a three-foot-long precious sword, and the narrow-eyed swordsman's left hand, which was holding the sword formula, was three feet away, and it actually flew in the air, shaking off the dew on the blade.

The art of wielding a sword!

Lu Yue also rolled twice on the plank road and fell to the side of the road. "Young Marquis!"

Jianjia was shocked and jumped off the car, drew the dagger from her waist and rushed to the young man.

"I, I'm fine..."

Although he fell, Lu Yue was not seriously injured. Although he was a little dusty, his brocade robe was shining and not even stained with mud or water. But when he looked down, he saw that the golden lock hanging on his neck had been cut into two pieces by the sword!
"you!"

Jian Jia was furious and was about to explode.

"Wow!" Suddenly, blood rained down all over the sky!
I saw the white horse's head slipping off its neck and falling to the ground dead!

All of a sudden, blood gushed out like a fountain, covering the boy and girl's head and face, making them feel cold all over. Any words that came to their lips were swallowed back because of the taste of blood.

The narrow-eyed swordsman also looked coldly at the gap in the blade, flicked his fingers, pinched his fingers, and the flying sword turned into white silk and returned to the sheath. Then his voice, colder than the mountain wind, pierced his ears like a cold needle.

"Enter the mountain and dismount."

In the blink of an eye, the scenery on the mountain road changed, and the bloody smell filled the air, which shocked the couple. For a moment, they squatted on the side of the road, staring at the corpse of the white horse, watching the blood flowing like a fountain, along the cracks of the bluestone road, and down the mountain along the road. Their mouths, noses, lungs, and intestines were almost filled with icy breath, and they could not move for a while.

At this time, the narrow-eyed swordsman on the treetop smiled, hugged his sword and jumped down from the treetop.
"You finally caught up."

Only then did the two of them come to their senses and turned their heads to look, only to see a skinny child crawling down from the path on the other side.

Yes, crawl. The child crawled on the ground like a dog, almost like doing push-ups, with his whole body pressed to the ground and hidden in the grass. Silently, his body and face were covered in mud, with only a pair of dark eyes showing. If he had not moved suddenly, one would have hardly noticed his presence.

When I got closer and took a closer look, I realized that the child was really chained like a dog, with shackles still on his wrists, ankles and neck. The chain was as thick as a thumb, and the broken end was smooth, clearly cut by a sword.

"Come here, Goudan, once you pass this mountain gate, you will be a member of my Sword Sect.

From now on, no one in this world can bully you anymore."

(End of this chapter)