I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 100 Face
It is April in the world, and the weather is hazy and misty.

"Da da da……"

The sound of horse hooves drifted over, and several white horses galloped past on the official road where willow branches drooped.

The rain curtain, as fine as an ox hair, fell on the knight. He did not look elegant at all, but only had wet messy hair sticking to his face and wet clothes that were sticky and uncomfortable.

Liu Qingtan wiped the rainwater accumulated on her face and turned to look at Mr. Lu.

But Mr. Lu was standing in the rain, with an invisible umbrella seemingly holding up his head, which kept the rain away and kept him dry.

The Dongyuan Sect was urging Liu Qingtan to leave in a hurry, so he took all the disciples with him. Except for his personal belongings and spare clothes, he left nothing else.

So when the drizzle came, there was not even a hat or raincoat to protect them.

However, compared to the rain he encountered on the way, he was more concerned about the entanglement and hatred between Dongyuan and Wudang.

He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why did Great Elder Dongyuan want to destroy the Wudang Sect?"

Upon hearing this, the other disciples of Lao Lu Temple quickly pricked up their ears.

"Who else can explain the affairs of the Jianghu clearly except the parties involved?"

"So is Zhao Wuji a good person?"

"Only children distinguish between good and bad people, adults look at the pros and cons."

"Do you think Zhao Wuji is a good person?"

Lu Wujiu shook his head in his heart. Liu Qingtan was still a child after all. He usually acted like an adult and did things in an orderly manner, but his childish nature would reveal itself inadvertently.

How should he answer this?

Lu Wujiu asked back: "Do you think I'm a good person?"

"Of course!"

"What if I kill someone?"

“That’s a good guy too.”

"why?"

"That man must have been killed for a reason."

"What if I killed an innocent person?"

Liu Qingtan was speechless and couldn't say anything.

"Once you figure this out, you'll know whether Zhao Wuji is a good person or not."

Lu Wujiu said casually, with a complicated look in his eyes as he looked at Liu Qingtan.

……

The Dongyuan School is located at Wanxiu Peak in Shannan Road, separated from the Laolu Temple by a Guannei Road, which is quite far away.

Logically speaking, Lao Luguan should not be recalled this time.

After all, it has been so long since the sect branched out that even the Dongyuan Sect may not know that there is a branch of Nanyang Dao.

However, the Laolu Temple was not well-known, but it had recruited a guest official of some little reputation - Lu Wujiu, so he had to be recalled.

The group walked and stopped along the way, and it took them half a month to reach Shannan Road.

As we reached this area, we noticed a noticeable increase in the number of monks on the road. The official road was filled with the sound of horse hooves, and the dust was billowing. Looking at the knights, most of them were highly skilled, and some had an obscure aura.

After walking for more than half a day, the people from Lao Lu Temple caught up with a group of wandering cultivators who were traveling together.

There were about a dozen wandering cultivators in this group, all dressed differently. Some held knives, some carried swords, some were as delicate as scholars, and some were as burly as bandits. Judging from their attire, they did not look like a group, but rather a group of wandering cultivators who had temporarily traveled together.

Lu Wujiu rode forward, bowed and asked loudly:

"May I ask, fellow Daoists, what has happened in Shannan Dao? Why are there so many cultivators now, who are rarely seen on ordinary days?"

Everyone calmed down and looked back.

Seeing that Lu Wujiu only had four or five years of cultivation, yet was surrounded by three or four boys, he immediately let down his guard.

An old Taoist priest, riding a donkey backward, looked up at the dusty group and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

Lu Wujiu smiled and threw a wine gourd over. The old Taoist took it, pulled out the cork, sniffed it, and then gulped it down in one gulp, praising it highly:
"Great wine! It's clear, mellow, and refreshing. It can only be brewed from the sweet springs of Nanyang Dao... Are you all from Nanyang Dao?"

Lu Wujiu said with a smile: "You can tell a person's character by his wine. Daoist friend, you are really good at it!"

"Haha!" The old Taoist priest laughed heartily, then answered the previous question: "Daoyou, do you know about the Wudang extermination?"

"Have heard a little bit."

"Then do you know that the one who wiped out the Wudang clan was the Great Elder Dongyuan?"

“I’ve heard of it before.”

"Hey, you big-nosed guy, you know this and that, why are you asking me?"

"Does it matter?"

"How is it not related? Right now, Zhao Wuji is wantonly attacking and killing Dongyuan disciples. If he can't kill the main sect, then he will kill the side branches. The killing is so severe that heads are rolling and everyone is in danger. The Dongyuan sect can't find him, so they issued a killing order in the martial arts world! Whoever kills Zhao Wuji will get a viewing place, the inheritance of Dongyuan, and countless gold and silver magic tools as rewards. If I'm not mistaken, the few people from Nanyang who ran to Shannan Road at this time should also come for the Dongyuan reward, right?"

The old Taoist priest spoke eloquently, as if he had already seen through your intentions.

Lu Wujiu smiled and thought to himself, Pang Chen is quite clever. This move is clearly a pretense of repairing the plank road while secretly attacking Chencang.

With the protection of these wandering cultivators, the real disciples of the Dongyuan branch can suffer fewer casualties.

Liu Qingtan, who had been silent the whole time, asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you also going there for the reward from Dongyuan?"

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "Of course, such a grand event, how can I miss it?"

Liu Qingtan deliberately said: "I heard that Zhao Wuji has a fourth-class cultivation level and can be called a land immortal. Isn't he afraid?"

The old Taoist glared and spat out a large mouthful of thick phlegm:
"Bah! What do you mean by a 4th-rank cultivation level? If he really had 4th-rank cultivation level, would Wudang be destroyed? He would have attacked the Dongyuan Mountain Gate long ago. In my opinion, he's nothing but a traitor! I heard that during the Wudang battle, the Great Elder Dongyuan had already destroyed his cultivation level. This so-called Zhao Wuji is most likely just someone trying to take advantage of the situation."

These words made the surrounding cultivators burst into laughter.

Someone even asked, "Is this true?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Of course! I have a close friend in Shannan Road who has a lot of business dealings with the Dongyuan Sect. He's well-informed and can't be wrong."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Everyone was overjoyed.

"call out--"

Just at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly exploded in the crowd. The old Taoist priest riding the donkey upside down subconsciously looked back and his scalp immediately went numb.

But then a sword light, as sharp as a rainbow, instantly pierced through several wandering cultivators who were blocking the way and attacked him from behind!

"Pure Yang Sword Qi?!"

He screamed and drew his sword to block, but the sword light was already close to his neck. It only passed by lightly, and a huge head flew up.

"It's Zhao Wuji!"

The wandering cultivators were so frightened that their souls were about to die, and they were in a panic.

Some people turned around and tried to escape, some drew their swords to block, and some activated their magic weapons to find the attacker. For a moment, the scene was in chaos.

However, the flying sword seemed to enter an uninhabited area. The sword light swept past, and some heads fell off, and some chests burst out. It was not until it encountered a yellow-robed Taoist priest that it suddenly stopped its attack.

But the Taoist priest made a hand gesture, and countless runes lit up from his robes, suddenly transforming into a large cloth talisman, blocking the magic sword that kept moving back and forth!

At the same time, talismans spurted out from his sleeves and floated around. Whenever a sword flashed, they would fly into the flying sword like moths to a flame, blocking its attack.

Although he seemed to be holding his own, the Taoist priest in yellow robe was actually sweating profusely.

There are limited talismans but endless flying swords. If this continues, you will surely die!
He glanced across the field and saw that most of the wandering cultivators who had just gathered were killed or injured. Only Lu Wujiu and others who had caught up at the end were still intact.

"Fellow Daoist, save me!" he shouted subconsciously and ran forward.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu glanced at Liu Qingtan and others beside him, sighed in his heart, and suddenly drew his sword. A pure yang sword energy whizzed out from the sword tip.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest's face turned pale!
The next second, the pure Yang sword energy passed across his cheek and hit the flying sword behind him.

The flying sword suddenly stopped.

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "I am Lu Wujiu, a guest of the Liuren Sect. Could you please give me some face and stop the war?"

"Om-"

The flying sword hovered in the air and trembled for a long time. Then, with a "whoosh", it disappeared into the mountains and forests.

It can be said that they come and go in a hurry!
"Huchi! Huchi!"

The Taoist priest in yellow robe looked at Lu Wujiu breathlessly, his face full of disbelief.

Lu Wujiu sheathed his sword, bowed, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you a disciple of Dongyuan?"

The yellow-robed Taoist priest was in a state of confusion and doubt, but he bowed and said, "That's right!"

Lu Wujiu looked at Liu Qingtan and took the initiative to introduce him, "What a coincidence! This person is also a disciple of Dongyuan, the old Lu Temple Master Liu Qingtan!"

The Taoist priest in yellow robe looked at Liu Qingtan with some suspicion.

Seeing this, Liu Qingtan raised his hand to the air and wrote a talisman to verify his identity: "I am Liu Qingtan, a poor Taoist priest, and I am honored to meet you, Taoist friend!"

"I am Liang Xuan, a disciple of Moxiang Temple."

When the yellow-robed Taoist Liang Xuan saw the talisman that Liu Qingtan had written, he heaved a sigh of relief. After bowing, he looked at Lu Wujiu and asked suspiciously, "May I ask, fellow Taoist, was the sword energy you just used Pure Yang Sword Energy?"

Lu Wujiu said: "That's right."

Liang Xuan's lips moved, wanting to ask further questions, but he felt that this topic was too dangerous, so he didn't dare to speak. He changed the subject and asked:
"Daoyou are also going to Dongyuan Sect?"

"Exactly."

"Why don't we go together?"

"Right on my mind!"

"Okay, okay, we can't stay here for long. We'd better leave quickly."

As Liang Xuan spoke, he glanced at the official road littered with corpses, looked at the donkey still standing there, turned over and rode on it.

"No, no, no!"

Unexpectedly, the donkey suddenly opened its mouth and screamed loudly.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the donkey's belly suddenly burst open with a "pop" sound, and an old Taoist priest fell out with a "thump".

——It was the Taoist priest riding a donkey upside down who had just spoken so arrogantly!
"Suggest friendly means!"

Lu Wujiu praised, looking at the corpse of the old Taoist priest beside the donkey, but saw that the corpse was still there, rolling on the head beside him, with his eyes wide open and a face full of unwillingness - it didn't look like a puppet at all.

"You're joking, my friend. It's just a side path."

The old Taoist priest bowed with an apologetic smile on his face, and there was no trace of the arrogant look he had shown before.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The old Taoist said: "It's just a minor sect, I dare not make fun of you."

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu stopped forcing him.

At this moment, Liang Xuan threw out a paper-cut horse, blowing it up. In the astonished eyes of the old Taoist priest, he said sarcastically, "I wanted to save some mana, but I didn't expect to break your spell."

The old Taoist priest said quickly: "This is because fellow Taoist has great magical powers..."

Before he could finish his words, Liang Xuan had already called out to Lu Wujiu and galloped away on his horse.

Lu Wujiu did not stay any longer and rode away on his horse.

The disciples of Lao Lu Temple followed closely and chased after him.

In the blink of an eye, the official road became quiet.

The old Taoist priest looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and rubbed his hands excitedly, saying, "I've made a fortune, I've made a fortune."

As he said this, he began to touch the corpse all over, and after taking away all the valuables, he chased after the man without stopping.

However, after running for a long time, he still couldn't catch up with Lu Wuji and others. He was so anxious that he was furious, fearing that he would be targeted by Zhao Wuji again.

Little did he know that he was afraid of Zhao Wuji, and Liang Xuan was even more afraid.

Halfway through the journey, after asking Lu Wujiu for advice, he turned onto a small path to avoid the crowds.

After running like this for a whole day, they finally arrived at Wanxiu Peak, the gate of Dongyuan Sect.

Under the hunting order of Dongyuan Jianghu, Wanxiu Peak now seems like it is a festival. The county town at the foot of the mountain is crowded with people, and monks are coming and going on the mountain road.

After a little inquiry, I found out that in order to attract independent cultivators, the Dongyuan Sect not only issued a killing order in the martial arts world, but also sold the talismans they engraved at a low price, which attracted countless speculators.

When the group reached the mountain and knocked on the gate of Dongyuan Mountain, the guard boy heard that they were from Lao Lushan and, as if he had been warned beforehand, quickly led them into the backyard, arranged a small courtyard with a private entrance, and said respectfully:
"Recently, I've been sending my sect leader to invite heroes from all over the world. The guest rooms are extremely crowded, and I'm afraid I've been neglectful. I hope Senior Lu will forgive me!"

Lu Wujiu cupped his hands: "No problem!"

The boy on duty then said goodbye and left.

The disciples of Lao Lu Temple, who had finally settled down, breathed a sigh of relief and gradually became excited, chattering about what they had seen and heard along the way.

After all, this is the Dongyuan Sect, one of the nine major sects, and now it has the power to destroy the Wudang Sect. Although I am a disciple of a side branch, I am also proud of it.

If you are lucky, you may be able to join the main sect.

In fact, not to mention them, even Liu Qingtan showed some excitement inadvertently.

No matter what, he is a disciple of Dongyuan after all. If he can seize the opportunity when returning to the main sect this time, he may be able to obtain the ordination certificate again and revive the Lao Lu Temple.

As the disciples were inexplicably excited, a boy came to pay a visit to Lu Wujiu. It was the great elder of Dongyuan, Guangxuan, also known as Pang Chen, who invited him.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wujiu stood up and left.

Led by the boy, we walked through corridors and alleys, reached the depths of the cave, and stepped into a quiet bamboo house surrounded by bamboo forest.

Before stepping in, I could see from afar that the bamboo house was full of guests.

More than ten Taoist masters crowded the small room to the brim, and some even had to stand around to listen.

"Old guest Lu, Lu Wujiu is here—"

As the boy sang, everyone turned around and looked towards the door curiously.

Lu Wujiu met everyone's gazes and walked into the house with a calm expression. He saw two middle-aged Taoist priests sitting on the main seat with their horses and golden swords.

One of them was over sixty years old, with a white beard, and was wearing a purple immortal cave robe. He looked like the headmaster of Dongyuan.

The other one was wearing a nine-colored robe, looked middle-aged, and had a black beard. Although it was the first time he saw such a face, Lu Wujiu recognized him at a glance. This person was Pang Chen.

"I, Lu Wujiu, greet the Master and Fellow Daoist Guangxuan!"

Lu Wujiu bowed and met the two senior executives of Dongyuan in turn.

Sect Leader Dong Yuan nodded in satisfaction and praised, "I've long heard that the guest official from the Old Law Temple is a rare talent. Now that I've met him, I see that he is indeed a man of noble bearing and outstanding character."

"Yes, it's like orchids and jade trees growing in the courtyard. There is indeed no false reputation under such a great name. Come, come, please take a seat, fellow Taoist!"

The Great Elder Guangxuan, also known as Pang Chen, made a gesture as if to invite someone to sit down amidst the praise.

However, when Lu Wujiu glanced over, he saw that the place was packed with guests, so where was the empty seat?

In fact, if you look closely, everyone present is a master above the age of 40.

Judging from their robes, they are probably representatives of famous and prestigious families, representing the reputation of their respective factions. So why would they give up their seats?
Are you trying to make things difficult for him?
Lu Wujiu frowned inwardly... With a powerful enemy at hand, what did Dong Yuan mean by this?
　Two in one
　　
　
(End of this chapter)