Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 44 Lingjian Peak, Taiyi Temple

Sun Yanwan put away the Lingxi Sword, ran over happily, searched each corpse one by one, and left these seven or eight big men on the side of the road.

Early martial arts novels would always add a line like "digging a pit on the side of the road and burying it" at this point, and even include a small detail about using a long sword to dig the soil...

When Sun Yanwan was at Taiyi Temple, he had dug a hole and buried this thing before. He knew how tiring it was. Every time he dug a hole, he would keep thinking: "Digging a hole without burying it is the best way!"

As for digging the soil with a long sword, is this something a human could come up with?
Especially since his spiritual resonance was a soft sword, Sun Yanwan even wanted to complain: "Why don't you use chopsticks to dig the pit?"

Anyway, in this era, the government detectives have neither a crime-solving rate nor a KPI, so throwing things on the roadside is considered a public morality.

Zhang Qingxi did not go to help, but instead used his Qinggong to patrol the area to make sure no one saw him. After Sun Yanwan finished the dirty work, he said to his second apprentice brother, "Remember to protect yourself next time."

Sun Yanwan nodded and accepted the advice. If his senior brother had not been by his side this time, he would have been injured to some extent, and there was even a high probability that he would have capsized in the ditch.

This world is too dangerous.

The two brothers set off again. Without the Sun family's grandparents and grandchildren, they let go of the horses' legs and galloped for half a day, passing by another village.

Zhang Qingxi's spirits suddenly lifted when he saw the manor, and he said, "Second Junior Brother, we have a good place tonight."

Sun Yanwan asked in surprise, "Big Brother, do you have any acquaintances here?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "I'm not too familiar with it, but there are several wealthy families in this village. They are disciples of our sect who came from Songyang and have settled down here."

Sun Yanwan thought to himself, "The good thing about a big sect is that you can eat at the rich man's house anytime and anywhere."

The closer Zhang Qingxi got to Songyang Mountain, the more relaxed he felt. After all, this was where he had learned martial arts and practiced since childhood. Before following his master, Zhang Yuanqiao, down the mountain, he had already walked hundreds of miles around Songyang Mountain. He knew every village, every familiar face, every bustling market, every sect's property, and every disciple's home.

Zhang Qingxi went to the largest family in the village. He didn't even use the name Liang. The servants of the village saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe and immediately arranged two sunny rooms for him and quickly served him food.

This assembly line was obviously trained in daily life. Unless someone gave their name and was indeed an extraordinary person, they would be received in this way.

Zhang Qingxi had no intention of revealing his identity. He would only stay for one night and leave the next day, so there was no need for such a grand ceremony.

That night, when Sun Yanwan was meditating, he suddenly had an epiphany in his mind. He forgot all the distracting thoughts before and after the time travel. His true energy flowed naturally according to the Ziwu Sutra. Unconsciously, he forgot about everything and when it was dawn, his whole body shook slightly, and the sixth meridian was opened up.

With this meridian connected, he could use two more moves of the Hunyuan Sword Technique. Although he could still use the three moves of the Hunyuan Sword Technique in its entirety, his true energy was more powerful and his swordsmanship was more powerful.

Sun Yanwan was overjoyed, but also slightly puzzled. This time, his progress was a little faster than before. According to common sense, wouldn't martial arts become more difficult as time goes on?

He pondered it for a while, but couldn't figure it out. After all, it was a small matter, so he didn't ask his senior brother. In the morning, the two brothers continued on their journey as usual. After a few days, they arrived at the foot of Mount Songyang.

Mount Songyang is one of the five famous mountains of the Dalang Dynasty and one of the seventy-two scenic peaks.

These five famous mountains were not conferred by the Dalang Dynasty, but rather by successive emperors from previous dynasties, gradually forming a tradition of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth. Sixteen emperors came to Songyang Mountain to worship heaven and earth. Of the seventy-two peaks in the world, Songyang Mountain boasts six, making it a world-renowned destination.

It is also a mountain area bestowed by three dynasties of emperors to the Xuanhuang Dao lineage. Back then, Patriarch Feng founded the Songyang School and borrowed the name of the Xuanhuang Dao. Otherwise, even if it was the best mountain in the world, it would not be able to occupy this world-famous mountain.

The Martial Arts Competition of the Seven Clans of the Songyang Sect is an annual event. As the leader of the ten major sword sects in the world and one of the three major martial arts holy places, in addition to the disciples of the Songyang sect, there are also many people from various families and sects. The seventeen villages at the foot of Songyang Mountain are bustling with people coming and going every day, and it is extremely lively.

Sun Yanwan originally thought that holding such a grand event must be very expensive. However, after asking his eldest senior brother, he learned that Patriarch Feng had set a rule in his early years that only one hundred invitations would be sent out, and those who received the invitations were allowed to transfer them at will, but the rest of the people who came to participate in the event had to pay for it themselves, and the Songyang Sect did not provide free food and accommodation.

After hearing these details, Sun Yanwan immediately admired Old Ancestor Feng. He was truly an outstanding business talent!

Those who come to the Songyang Sect's Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition each year are all from various factions. As the saying goes, "the poor are the scholars, the rich are the martial artists." Even if a martial artist is originally poor, they can become wealthy by doing business. Money comes easily, and spending it is like sprinkling golden toads. Every year, the Songyang Sect can make a profit of 50,000 to 60,000 strings of cash from the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition. This alone can cover the sect's expenses for several years.

Seeing his second apprentice brother so shocked, Zhang Qingxi patiently explained to him, "Our Songyang Sect is a reputable and upright sect. We absolutely do not allow people to rob wealthy families when they are short of money."

"Even if someone is rich and unkind and robs people out of righteousness, the money they get can only be distributed to the poor people, and they are not allowed to take a single cent for themselves."

"Otherwise, breaking the sect's rules is a minor matter. However, if you break the rules in your heart and act without a bottom line, the sect's atmosphere will sooner or later become corrupted and turn into a den of filth and corruption."

"So, Patriarch Feng managed the sect so that every penny of the Songyang Sect's money came from legitimate sources."

"When you travel the world in the future, you must remember this. Don't let a moment of financial hardship ruin your moral character. If you do it once, you'll do it again, and sooner or later you'll be reckless."

This was the first time since Sun Yanwan traveled through time that she felt what a truly reputable and upright family was.

The Songyang Feng Patriarch was not merely a martial arts expert; he was also a man of foresight and great generosity. He had heard many stories about the Patriarch before, but he hadn't thought much of them, simply admiring their strength. But after hearing the eldest brother say that breaking the sect's rules was a minor matter, but not breaking the rules in one's heart was the most important thing in life, he immediately felt sincere admiration.

Zhang Qingxi is the legitimate successor of the Songyang Sect, so naturally he would not stay in the manor at the foot of the mountain. Those seventeen manors were specially used to entertain guests from other sects. He took his second junior brother and headed straight to Lingjian Peak deep in the Songyang Mountain!
Lingjian Peak is one of the six main peaks in the Songyang Mountains and is also one of the 72 most scenic peaks in the world. It is known as: "Lingjian sits alone and overlooks the vast wilderness, clouds rise from its feet and mist is vast."

The cloud waterfall, sea of ​​clouds and waves of clouds at Lingjian Peak are all world-famous beautiful sights.

There is a Taoist temple at the top, with dozens of strong men repairing the lintel. There are two plaques on the ground, one is very old and weathered, and the other is very new. The black plaque has green characters, which looks majestic and has three big characters "Taiyi Temple" written on it.

...Wandering Toad: Oh, oh, I was typing while eating with Yue Guan. He came to Changchun, so I should be the host. In order to finish this manuscript, I couldn't even get him to pay for it. Isn't this chapter worth hundreds of monthly tickets?

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