Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Master Xinshu frowned and asked, "What have they all done?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "Xin Jian pretended to be kind yesterday and offered to bring me meat, but she actually poisoned it."

Master Xinmei sighed, "Before Xinjian became a monk, he was already a master of poisons in the martial arts world. After he joined the sect, the sect leader repeatedly forbade him from using despicable hidden weapons and poisons. I never expected him to become like this... Alas..."

Master Xinshu carefully examined Jiang Fengyue and Li Xunhuan, and said, "Since you saw through his plot, you shouldn't have been poisoned?"

Jiang Fengyue nodded and said, "But when he saw me today, he knew that the poisoning attempt had failed, so he asked me to come to him tonight. However, I'm afraid there might be an ambush at the place he wants me to go."

Master Xinmei asked, "Where did he invite you to meet?"

Jiang Fengyue said, word by word, "The first room upon entering the West Courtyard."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Xinmei and Master Xinshu's expressions changed, and their eyes widened.

Master Xinmei asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what kind of place that is?"

Jiang Fengyue shook her head.

Master Xinmei said, "That is the room of the sect leader."

Li Xunhuan asked, puzzled, "He invited you there, wasn't he afraid that things would be exposed in front of Master Xinhu?"

Jiang Fengyue pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "He must have another purpose in doing this."

Master Xinmei asked, "What is your purpose?"

Jiang Fengyue remembered that the three precious scriptures that remained in Shaolin Temple were placed in the rooms of Master Xinhu, Master Xinmei, and Master Xinshu respectively.

The scriptures in Master Xinmei's room had been stolen, and Master Xinshu was an old friend of Li Xunhuan. Therefore, Xinjian's purpose in sending him to the sect leader was self-evident.

Jiang Fengyue said, word by word, "Framed."

Master Xinshu exclaimed in surprise, "The scriptures in the Sect Leader's room!"

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "If I go to the appointment tonight, the scriptures will definitely not be there, and then I will naturally bear the crime of being the Plum Blossom Thief."

Master Xinmei frowned and asked, "What should we do?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "I'll keep my appointment."

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Night falls, a night without stars or moon.

The West Courtyard was deserted. It was unclear whether Master Xinjian had sent them away beforehand or whether this was because it was Master Xinhu's residence, which was why no disciples were out and about.

Jiang Fengyue stood quietly in the courtyard, but Master Xinjian did not appear at the appointed time.

Not long after, a loud commotion came from outside the courtyard, as if a lot of people were walking towards the courtyard.

Jiang Fengyue stared at the entrance of the courtyard, and sure enough, people arrived soon. Dozens of Shaolin disciples, holding torches, surrounded the West Courtyard. Even the world's number one thief would have no chance of escape if he fell into such a situation.

Although there were many Shaolin monks surrounding the courtyard, only four people actually entered.

Master Xinhu, Master Xinjian, Baixiaosheng, and a young monk who looks to be of very low seniority.

The young monk pointed at Jiang Fengyue and said, "Sect Leader, just now this disciple saw this patron sneaking in here."

Master Xinjian shouted, "Jiang Tanyue, why are you here instead of having your dinner?"

Jiang Fengyue then realized that it was because the Shaolin disciples had just finished their meal, which was why there was no one in the courtyard. He never went to the Shaolin Temple for dinner on weekdays; he would always drink and eat with Li Xunhuan in their room.

He smiled and looked at Master Xinjian, saying, "Didn't you invite me to this place, Master? You said that the good things that were available yesterday are available today as well."

Master Xinjian said, "When did I make an appointment with you? How come I don't know anything about it? What did I give you?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "The roast chicken that Master sent yesterday tasted pretty good, but the poison was a bit too strong. I felt a little dizzy after eating it."

He knew that Master Xinjian would definitely not admit to these things, and those roast chickens could not have been brought back by his disciple when he went to buy food, because that would leave evidence.

Perhaps Master Xinjian secretly slipped out to buy it. Given his status within the Shaolin Temple, apart from his senior brothers, no one else could control him.

Master Xinjian's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Stop talking nonsense! Quickly tell me what you came to our sect leader's place to do."

Master Xinhu then bypassed Jiang Fengyue and rushed into his room, as if he had something urgent to do.

After a long while, Master Xinhu walked out of the room with a sullen face.

He stared coldly at Jiang Fengyue: "You'd better return what you shouldn't have taken."

He had obviously discovered that the scriptures in his room had been stolen.

Jiang Fengyue smiled slightly and said, "Then I would like to ask you, Master, what is there in Shaolin Temple that I would covet?"

Master Xinhu said in a deep voice, "The Marrow Washing Classic."

Master Xinjian feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Even the Marrow Washing Classic is lost?"

Bai Xiaosheng then stepped forward, pointing at Jiang Fengyue's nose and cursing, "I told you long ago that this person is inextricably linked to the infamous Plum Blossom Thief. Not only the Marrow Cleansing Classic, but I'm afraid that the scriptures that were stolen from the temple earlier were also stolen by this person."

Master Xinhu stared intently at Jiang Fengyue and said in a deep voice, "If you return all the scriptures, I can only cripple your martial arts without harming your life."

Jiang Fengyue looked at Bai Xiaosheng and sneered, "It's a pity the scriptures aren't on me. I'd love to conjure up a copy of the Marrow Cleansing Classic out of thin air."

Master Xinhu asked, "Are you truly certain that the scriptures are not with you?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "He's not here."

Master Xinhu focused his palm power and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Jiang Fengyue shook her head.

Master Xinhu struck out with a palm, and as the head of Shaolin Temple, the power of his palm was greater than that of two or three Master Xinmei combined.

Bai Xiaosheng could hardly contain his smile; his face was full of smugness, as if he was certain that Jiang Fengyue would die at the hands of Master Xinhu.

However, Jiang Fengyue was about to disappoint him.

Jiang Fengyue reached out and took the blow, seemingly without much difficulty.

Palm to palm, two immense internal forces confronted each other.

Master Xinjian exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible!"

The Shaolin monks who peeked out from behind the walls of the courtyard, hoping to join in the fun, were also stunned into silence by the scene.

This young-looking person was able to exchange blows with their sect leader, who had decades of internal strength.

Unfortunately, the fight between Jiang Fengyue and Master Xinhu was not a simple exchange of blows. From the moment Master Xinhu went all out, it became a duel that had to be decided.

An unprecedented showdown.

Jiang Fengyue and Master Xinhu's internal energy was being continuously depleted.

Jiang Fengyue can afford to wait, but Master Xinhu cannot wait for too long.

His internal energy accumulated over decades was quickly depleted.

In an instant, he was forced to retreat more than ten meters by Jiang Fengyue's palm strike.