The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 193 Dali Sea King
"Don't be sad, Miss Zhong. Brother Duan will come to visit you again in a few days."

Zhong Ling stopped crying, looked up at him, and seemed a little puzzled.

"I'm sad because Sister Mu is leaving. Although I'm a little reluctant to let you go, you're nowhere near as sad as Sister Mu!"

Duan Yu felt embarrassed and touched his nose, speechless for a moment.

Mu Nianci couldn't help laughing. She gently touched Zhong Ling's head and said with a smile, "If you don't cry, we will come back to play with you when we have the chance in the future. How about that?"

"A word is settled!"

Zhong Ling was the easiest to coax. When she heard this, she immediately burst into laughter.

"A word is settled!"

Mu Nianci touched her palms together as if to make an agreement, and then the three of them said goodbye to her.

Before he could even leave the valley, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. It turned out to be Mu Wanqing catching up.

She seemed to have come in a hurry, her hair was messy from the wind, and her eyes were a little red.

"Miss Mu, why are you here? Is your master here?"

Mu Wanqing couldn't hide her guilt, "Miss Mu, Master Gu, this happened suddenly, my master..."

"It's okay," Gu Ping'an waved his hand. "Everything has its reasons. Your master's behavior is probably related to her experiences when she was young. You can talk to her more."

"Thank you very much! Wanqing will remember your kindness and will repay you generously in the future."

This was a strange thing to say. Mu Wanqing had never learned how to understand it, so it was quite difficult for her to rack her brains to come up with this sentence.

Everyone said goodbye and left the valley. Duan Yu was reluctant to leave these two beautiful "sisters". Even after walking three or five miles away, he looked back from time to time, feeling lost.

This time when he returned, he had guessed that he would be forced to learn martial arts, but he had already promised to treat the two of them well. According to the principle that a gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold, he should not break his promise and gain wealth.

He was a man of his word, but he couldn't help feeling worried, and he felt very uncomfortable while riding on his horse.

After walking slowly for more than ten miles, Gu Ping'an saw that he was uneasy and couldn't help but laugh: "Master Duan, is it possible that your injury hasn't healed yet? Why is your horse riding so awkwardly?"

"When I return home, my uncle and father will definitely lock me up and force me to learn martial arts."

Duan Yu's face turned bitter, and he sighed deeply, pouring out all his thoughts.

"What's so good about practicing martial arts? It's all about fighting and killing. People like Wuliang Sword and Shennong Gang take people's lives at the drop of a hat. They're so cruel."

"What you said is not right." Gu Pingan shook his head. "Practicing martial arts is practicing martial arts, killing is killing. The one who kills is a human being, so what's wrong with martial arts?"

These words were so confusing that Duan Yu didn't understand them for a moment.

"It's like, if you took a dagger and killed someone, you killed the person, how can you blame the dagger?"

"This"

Duan Yu had previously resisted the thought of practicing martial arts, but he had never considered this aspect.

Gu Pingan added, "Practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body and self-defense, so as not to be killed by others. Of course, it is a good thing."

"No, no! Martial arts are a way to beat and kill people, how can it be a good thing?"

"Nonsense! You study Buddhism and Confucianism, but if you debate with others, they will hate it the most and, unable to win the argument, will be so angry that they will slam their head against a pillar and die. Doesn't that mean your Buddhism and Confucianism are wrong?"

Although Duan Yu was well versed in countless theories and could argue for three days straight, leaving Duan Zhengchun speechless, he was choked at this moment.

In fact, what Gu Ping'an said was pure sophistry, and it only took Duan Yu a moment to sort it out and he would find that it was untenable.

But he didn't give her a chance, and then continued.

"The art of martial arts is good when used righteously, and evil when used wickedly. If you harbor evil thoughts like Yun Zhonghe, you are on the wrong path." Gu Ping'an spoke in rapid succession, "If you are wholeheartedly good and learn martial arts only to protect your family and friends, then you are on the right path." "If you use it righteously, you are righteous; if you use it wickedly, you are evil."

Duan Yu muttered this sentence several times, and the more he read it, the more it seemed to make sense.

"Just like that day on the mountain, when Yun Zhonghe tried to do something inappropriate to Miss Mu, if you possessed peerless martial arts skills, you could have chased him away right then and there. Why would you have waited for us to rescue you?"

After Gu Ping'an finished speaking, he took out a half-scroll of silk book with "Northern Sea Divine Art" written on it and stuffed it into his arms.

"What your fairy sister left behind is the world's most unique martial art. It's up to you to learn it or not."

The silk scroll was neatly folded on the ground. Duan Yu looked down at it for a long while, then silently put it in his arms.

The three of them ran for dozens of miles, and suddenly they heard the sound of horse hooves on the road ahead. The people coming were all dressed in yellow clothes and red hats, dressed like military officers, and each of them had a weapon hanging on his horse.

The fishing rod, the axe, the stick at the height of the eyebrows and the judge's pen are exactly the four major guards in the palace: Zhu, Gu, Fu and Zhu.

"Look, is that man the young master?"

The person who spoke was Zhu Danchen, who wielded the Judge's Pen. If he had changed his yellow shirt into a Confucian robe, he would have looked about five to six percent like Zhu Ziliu, the "scholar" under Master Yideng.

"Fourth Brother Zhu?"

Duan Yu heard the voice and looked over, immediately recognizing him.

"Really, Master!"

The four of them dismounted from their horses and bowed.

Although Duan Yu hadn't figured it out yet, he was delighted to see acquaintances. He quickly dismounted to return the greeting and exchanged pleasantries with them.

"What brings you here? What a coincidence."

"It's no coincidence that the four of us brothers were ordered to come and take the young master back."

Zhu Danchen's words seemed to be blaming, but he couldn't hide his deep concern.

"My Lord, you are so brave, venturing into the martial arts world alone. If anything were to happen to you, what would the prince do?"

Duan Yu was also a little embarrassed: "Uncle and father are very angry, aren't they?"

"Of course I'm very unhappy, but after losing my temper, I'm still worried about you."

Chu Wanli, who was using the fishing rod, said, "It's good that we've found the young master. You guys take your time. I'll go and tell Marquis Shanchan to rest assured."

Hearing the words "Shan Chan Hou", Duan Yu's face was filled with even more shame: "Why is Uncle Gao here too?"

Zhu Danchen explained, "Marquis Shanchan heard that the four evil men had come to Dali together, and he was afraid that the young master would run into them, so he personally drove them out."

"The Four Evils? What do you mean by 'doing all kinds of evil' and 'extremely vicious'?" Duan Yu's expression changed. "I actually ran into one of them!"

The three guards gasped in surprise, "These four evil men are killing people without mercy. How can the young master escape if he encounters them?"

"Ouch! I forgot to introduce them to you!" Duan Yu slapped his forehead. "My life is safe thanks to this Brother Gu and his wife, Miss Mu!"

When everyone heard that the two were Duan Yu's saviors, they felt rude and thanked them repeatedly.

Some polite exchanges were inevitable, and after a while, we finally continued on our way.

After walking for another half a day, we turned a hill and came across a straight road.

Amidst the green willows to the west, a corner of a yellow wall is visible beside a small lake. This is the Yuxu Temple where Duan Yu’s mother, Dao Baifeng, lives in seclusion.

Chu Wanli rode back at full speed to report that there were already people waiting on the road. The leader was dressed in luxurious clothes, had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was none other than the Dali Sea King - Duan Zhengchun.

(End of this chapter)