Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 60 The greater the risk, the greater the reward! (First order please!)

Seeing that Shen Qingshan was still puzzled, Qu Feiyan held her chin with both hands and said, "When two forces fight, it usually attracts a lot of people. These people will hide in the dark and wait for the two sides to fight. Once someone is injured or left alone, these people will rush out and attack, either knocking them unconscious and kidnapping them, or killing them directly."

Shen Qingshan asked in confusion: "Killing people is fine, but why kidnap them?"

Qu Feiyan rolled her eyes and said, "What else could he want? Of course it's the martial arts secret manual."

"After knocking the person unconscious and taking him away, find a place to lock him up and torture him to extract the martial arts secrets, and then practice on him yourself."

Shen Qingshan was surprised: "Just for this?"

Qu Feiyan looked at Shen Qingshan strangely and said, "Isn't that enough? Do you think everyone in the martial arts world is as easy as you, creating high-level martial arts for your family members to practice?"

As he spoke, Qu Feiyan suddenly looked at Shen Pingan.

Seeing that Shen Pingan was just drinking tea leisurely and had no intention of interrupting her, Qu Feiyan spoke again.

"Ordinary warriors cannot enter the sect, and it is impossible for them to get in touch with high-level martial arts. If they want to master high-level martial arts and improve their strength, they can only try every possible way."

"Take this time for example. The Ming Cult is a first-tier faction, while Wudang and Northern Shaolin are top-tier factions. The level and quantity of martial arts included in these three factions alone are incomparable to those of third-tier and fourth-tier factions."

"If we can capture a wounded and isolated Mingjiao disciple or Northern Shaolin disciple and torture him severely, at the very least we can obtain a few low-grade Xuan-level martial arts."

"If you're lucky, you might run into someone like the Seven Heroes of Wudang, the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, or the Five Wandering Free Spirits, who are seriously injured and alone. If you capture them and torture them, you might be able to obtain an Earth-level martial art."

"For most ordinary warriors, this may be an opportunity to change their destiny."

After pondering for a moment, Shen Qingshan asked, "Aren't they afraid of being hunted down by Wudang and the Ming Cult?"

Qu Feiyan said in a somewhat casual tone, "There's nothing you can do about it. The greater the risk, the greater the reward! Human ambition is like that. Sometimes it's big enough to drive people crazy."

What Qu Feiyan said today contained too much information.

It also revealed the truest side of the world to Shen Qingshan.

For a moment, Shen Qingshan didn't know how to respond.

Taking Shen Qingshan's reaction into consideration, Shen Ping'an shook his head secretly.

Shen Tiannan is a good patriarch and a good father.

Therefore, Shen Qingshan and even Shen Pingan were protected too well by the Shen family and Shen Tiannan in the past.

It is so good that even though Shen Qingshan is a few years older than Qu Feiyan, his understanding of the martial arts world is not as thorough as Qu Feiyan's.

Shen Qingshan has always known that the martial arts world is dangerous, but he has no idea how dangerous it is.

The real world of martial arts is never about galloping horses and fine clothes, but more about using any means necessary to achieve fame, fortune and strength.

It would be beneficial for Shen Qingshan to know more while he is out.

After a while, Shen Qingshan, who had recovered, looked at Qu Feiyan and asked, "How do you know so much?"

Qu Feiyan responded, "I've been following my grandfather around since I was little. I've seen a lot, so I naturally understand a lot."

Qu Feiyan said it lightly, but looking at Qu Feiyan's sudden indifferent expression, Shen Qingshan suddenly felt a little distressed.

I also understand why Shen Pingan dotes on Qu Feiyan so much on weekdays.

After dinner, Qu Feiyan looked at Shen Pingan and asked, "Master, are we going directly to Guangmingding next?"

Shen Pingan thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "There are still a few days before the six major sects besiege Guangmingding. There's no rush to go up the mountain. Let's see if we can find Qingfeng first."

The war between sects is no joke.

Guangmingding is so large, and Shen Ping'an is not clear about the route that Wudang Sect will take to attack Guangmingding. If Shen Ping'an still cannot find Shen Qingfeng when the two sides go to war, it will be difficult to guarantee his safety.

Shen Qingshan suggested: "Wudang is in the north, how about we go to the north of the city to guard it?"

Shen Pingan rejected the idea, saying, "Qingfeng didn't even return at the end of the year. I think the Wudang Sect must have kept it a secret. Plus, Tai'an City is under the sphere of influence of the Ming Cult, and they have many spies. The six major sects wouldn't be stupid enough to enter Tai'an City openly."

"If I'm not mistaken, the six major sects will also choose some secluded places to set up camp after arriving."

Shen Qingshan thought about it and nodded, "That's right! I wouldn't go to the enemy's territory to rest and recuperate if it were me."

After confirming the next itinerary, Shen Pingan and his companions set off again.

The third grade.

Twenty miles south of Guangmingding.

Outside the forest, which was rarely visited in the past, there is now curling smoke from cooking fires.

Nearly a hundred women gathered in the forest, adding a hint of rouge fragrance to the decaying smell of the forest.

They would either look excited while whispering to each other, or they would hold their swords tightly and look around vigilantly.

If there were other people from the martial arts world here, they would be able to recognize the identities of these women as Emei disciples at the first sight by looking at the patterns sewn on their clothes.

Inside the tent, Miejue was sitting on a cushion with a topographic map in front of him.

Today, Miejue was still wearing a white crescent-shaped monk's robe. His graying hair was pressed down by his monk's hat. There were three deep vertical lines on his forehead, as deep as knife cuts. His whole body gave people an old-fashioned and stern aura.

Even more eye-catching was the golden longsword that Miejue had placed on the table. Although the longsword was unsheathed, wisps of cold air emanated from it.

This made the tent, which should have been a bit stuffy in May, feel cool instead.

And inside the tent, there were several women waiting.

They all have pretty faces, and the oldest is only in his early thirties.

One of the women was 29 years old and had a beautiful and elegant appearance, and a temperament as graceful as orchid.

An elegant green dress makes her skin look as white as frost.

Compared with her, the other women around her immediately paled in comparison.

Looking at the entire Emei, the only one who can have such appearance and temperament is Zhou Zhiruo, who was on the Hundred Flowers List two years ago.

However, at this moment, an Emei disciple suddenly entered the tent.

"Master, there are two carriages approaching us from two miles away."

As the words came out, Miejue, who was looking at the map in his hand, frowned slightly.

Her eyebrows were already slightly long, and when she frowned, they drooped diagonally, making her face look somewhat sinister.

A woman in the tent, barely over thirty and with a hint of hostility between her brows, said coldly, "This place is rarely visited and far from the official roads. How could there be carriages coming and going for no reason? In my opinion, it must be a demon from the Demon Cult."

However, just as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo's voice rang out.

"Sister Ding, although this place is remote, it is close to Tai'an City. Perhaps they are just passers-by. It's better to ask clearly to avoid harming innocent lives."

Hearing Zhou Zhiruo's words, Ding Minjun raised her brows and scolded, "Nonsense! The six major sects are about to besiege Bright Summit. How can we be soft-hearted at this critical moment? If word gets out, and the demons from the Demon Sect know we're here, what will happen if our whereabouts are exposed? At this critical moment, it's better to kill the wrong person than to let him go."

Being stared at like this by Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo could not help but lower her head, and her voice became a little weaker.

"But we, Emei, are a reputable and upright sect. How could we do such a thing as killing innocent people? If this gets out, it will inevitably affect the reputation of Emei."

"If Senior Sister is really worried, the worst that can happen is that we can detain the people in those two carriages first and then release them when we attack Bright Summit in a few days."

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo dared to continue speaking, Ding Minjun glared at her.

"How dare you talk back? Do you have the right to speak here?"

At this moment, the low and dissatisfied voice of Extinction suddenly sounded.

"okay!"

Hearing Miejue's voice, Ding Minjun, who had been insisting on not giving in just now, suddenly shut up, lowered his head and stood aside quietly.

Glancing at Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun, Miejue thought for a moment and then said, "Zhiruo is right. We, Emei, are a reputable and upright sect. If we kill innocent people indiscriminately, what's the difference between us and those evil cultists?"

"Have someone keep an eye on those two carriages. If they get too close to our camp, have them stop and question them. If they're innocent, have them temporarily detained. We'll release them after we've destroyed the Demon Cult."

Seeing that Miejue actually sided with Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun agreed with him, but there was a hint of anger in her eyes.

There was a hint of jealousy and hatred in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

However, at this moment, another Emei disciple entered the tent.

"Master, those two carriages are heading straight for our camp, less than a mile away."

Seeing this, Ding Minjun on the side spoke again: "Master, it looks like the other party is coming for us."

Miejue's face darkened at this moment. After pondering for a few breaths, Miejue said coldly, "Go out and take a look."

After saying that, without waiting for others to react, he grabbed the sword and strode out of the tent.

Ding Minjun glanced at Zhou Zhiruo proudly and quickly followed.

When Miejue and his companions walked out of the tent, they immediately saw the two carriages that the Emei disciples had just mentioned.

It was less than thirty feet away from their camp.

Looking at the two carriages that were still moving fast without slowing down at all, Miejue narrowed his eyes slightly.

Some of the Emei disciples behind him had already placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, with a look of vigilance on their faces.

Just as the carriage approached and was less than ten feet away from the camp, the originally speeding carriage gradually slowed down.

At the same time, Miejue and other people from the Emei Sect also saw clearly Qu Feiyan pulling the reins of the first carriage.

When the carriage came to a complete stop, Qu Feiyan jumped down from the carriage, used his lightness skills to move in front of the Miejue people in a few steps.

After scanning Miejue and the emblems representing Emei on the bodies of the other Emei disciples, Qu Feiyan smiled.

However, before Qu Feiyan could speak, Nun Miejue, who had been frowning and silent, suddenly said in a low voice, "Capture him."

The next second, Ding Minjun behind him took the lead, immediately drew out his sword and leaped towards Qu Feiyan.

(End of this chapter)