Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Dark and Windy Night for Murder

  On the second day at dawn, under the leadership of Jin Lao, four outer disciples who were in the middle of the foundation-building stage escorted 108 examinees, abandoning their carriages and horses, and headed north out of Nanyang City.

  Funiu Mountain is a southeastern branch of the Qinling Mountains, and it is the watershed between the Han River and the Huai River. The mountain is steep and has overlapping peaks. Many people walked quickly and entered the mountains at noon.

  In the afternoon, the mountain trend gradually rose, and the road became increasingly difficult to walk. At times, people were walking on the blade-like mountain ridge, when everyone's uniform blue gown was fluttering in the wind, looking quite majestic from a distance.

  By sunset, the group had marched over 200 miles. At a command from Jin Zhanglao, they found a sheltered spot to set up camp.

  Liangshan set up his tent and stood up straight, just in time to see Ma Wencai not far away.

  Early rising at the bottom of Julan Building, Liangshan saw Ma Wencai.

  Liáng Shān was shocked, not just because Mǎ Wén Cái had become a one-eyed dragon, but also because he had actually reached the level of Yǐn Qì Zhōng Jiē.

  It's just that Liangshan doesn't take it to heart, but Ma Wencai happens to see Liangshan and greets him very warmly, hinting that he wants to put aside past grievances and move forward together.

  Ma Wenzai's words also make sense. The path of immortality is vague and obscure. Both are from XinYe County, after all, they have some hometown feelings.

  However, Liangshan was on his guard.

  The dusk was shrouded in mist, and a bonfire was lit in the center of the tent. The hunters who had gone out returned, and soon the camp was filled with the aroma of roasted pheasant and wild rabbit. Some people clapped their hands and jumped up, some hummed the Lotus-picking Song, and others sang the songs of the grasslands, creating a lively and harmonious scene. Liangshan's eyes also grew increasingly eager.

  "Shall we dance a little? How about it?" Cui Yingying said with a big smile as she walked up to Liang Shan.

  Liáng Shān looked around and saw Shi Hu grinning from ear to ear, pointing at him and saying: "It's you!"

  Li Shang's face turned red as he said seriously: "I am a man with a wife and concubine."

  Cui's face lit up with a smile, and she said: "I find your words quite amusing. Come on, let's dance!" Without another word, she grabbed Liang Shan's hand and pulled him to the center of the stage.

  Liáng Shān's heart skipped a beat - were girls from noble families in the Central Plains also so uninhibited?

  The moment his hand was caught, that smooth and tender feeling, Liang Shan felt like he had returned to the first freshman dance in college. The shy and melancholic Liang Shan was asked to dance by the spicy girl from the Art Academy, and at that moment, Liang Shan's passion burst forth.

  Liáng Shān instinctively struck this pose - his left hand raised, his right hand on his waist, but Cuī Yuèyue had already jumped back.

  Liáng Shān nodded and quickly followed up, changing the waltz to disco, got it.

  Liangshan twisted a few times, feeling awkward. It turned out that Cui Yingying was dancing Northern Dance, like the Skylark on the grassland. Liangshan reacted quickly, folk dance, this is also his strong point.

  Cui Yingying was as gentle as if she had no bones, her movements were like a whirlwind, and if she wore more elaborate clothes, she would be even more beautiful. Liang Shan, on the other hand, jumped up like an eagle in flight, his feet barely touching the ground, with a flowing white cloud-like aura around him, as if floating or drifting, yet still having a certain style to it.

  Two people danced together, winning rounds of applause and whistles.

  It was late at night and people were scattered, Liangshan stayed in his tent, opening a seam to look up at the stars.

  He recalled the days of walking in the snowy plateau, also on such a high mountain, under such a starry sky. Liangshan was still savoring the passionate dance just now, with some feeling of returning to the past. Of course, Cui Yingying had "other intentions" for him, but what did that matter? For a man like Liangshan, driving various kinds of women had become a favorite challenging sport.

  His ultimate goal is of course to chase after his wife, stand shoulder to shoulder with her, and laugh at the absurdity of the world, but that doesn't stop him from stopping along the way to admire a couple of wildflowers.

  Hmph, Liangshan thought of Cui Yingying's twisting waist, if he could conquer her, it would be a great comfort. As soon as the idea arose, the image of Cui Yingying lying horizontally in his mind immediately turned into a pile of rotten flesh with seven orifices bleeding profusely.

  "Pfft pfft!" Liang Shan spat out twice. The "Bai Gu Jing" was indeed the ultimate weapon to resist the mistress and prevent infidelity.

  Liangshan stopped his brief daydream, crossed his legs and began to meditate. He thought to himself that when a man's heartstrings are slightly relaxed, he becomes indulgent, it can be seen that beautiful women are always a source of trouble.

  At midnight, it was already the hour of Chou; Liang Shan finished his meditation and did not dare lie down to sleep.

  A cultivator, as long as they have not overcome the demon of sleep, cannot avoid lying down during the hour of xu (23:00-01:00), because this is the time when the body's qi and blood are redistributed. If one misses this opportunity, even doubling their sleep during the day will not make up for it.

  "Hiss!" A strange noise suddenly pierced his ears, and Liangshan sat up with a start.

  Out of the tent, Liangshan found that Tuoba Qiuyong also came out, followed by Liu Mingde and Cui Yuanying.

  The five "seed players" had their tents pitched in a circle, just over ten meters apart from each other.

  The four of them looked at each other and their eyes naturally fell on Shi Hu's tent.

  No need to look, all four of them had already smelled the faint smell of blood, which came from inside Shi Hu's tent. There was no breathing sound inside anymore.

  Shī Hǔ, actually died!

  The third prince Liu Mingde was shocked and his heart was racing, he had said that it might be possible to take away the jade pendant, but absolutely not harm anyone's life, but now...

  "What's going on?" A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, and everyone looked over to see that it was Elder Jin.

  Jin Zhanglao turned around and stared at the stone tiger's tent, his face revealing anger. He thrust out a palm, and in an instant, a hand shape condensed in mid-air, shooting straight towards the top of the tent to grab it.

  The tent flap was flung open with a loud "boom", revealing the golden light shining brightly on the stone tiger, which sat upright. A streak of fresh blood flowed from its forehead and congealed into a single drop of blood on its brow.

  Jin Zhanglao's body moved, and he was already in front of Shi Hu, his hand pointing under Shi Hu's nose, shouting: "You should die!" At this time, Feng Kun also rushed over and said: "Jin Zhanglao, what happened?"

  "The stone tiger is dead, and the jade pendant is gone."

  "Hurry up and follow!" Feng Kun reminded.

  The old man nodded, took out a compass-like object from his pocket, and pointed at the starlight. His fingers tapped on the compass, and suddenly four bright dots appeared on it. Liangshan almost exclaimed: GPS positioning system?

  The four bright spots are the remaining four seed players, and all of them are on the court.

  "Damn, I don't know what means he used to cover himself up," said Feng Kun, "you stay here, I'll go and come back right away." After saying that, Jin Zhanglao jumped out of sight, apparently wanting to patrol the surroundings.

  Cui Yingying's face turned pale, Liu Mingde's handsome face also lost its blood color, Tuoba Qiurong wore a mask and couldn't see her expression.

  Feng Kun bent down to investigate, but the four of them didn't make a sound. The central bonfire had not yet gone out, but Shi Hu was already dead, dying right under their noses!

  A gust of mountain wind blew in, rolling up countless sparks, and Liangshan couldn't help but shiver.

  Liu Mingde's eyes grew colder and colder, the situation was completely beyond expectation.

  "Why kill Shi Hu?" After a long time, Cui Yingying spoke up, seemingly asking herself, yet also inquiring of the crowd.

  "Right." Liangshan seemed to have just reacted, saying: "Brother Liu, didn't you say there was no fear of death?"

  "No matter who it is, they must die!" Taobao Qiurong's long hair fluttered gently, her killing intent filled the air. At this time, noise began to erupt from all directions, apparently as more and more people woke up in shock.

  "Right!" Liu Mingde's eyes lit up and he said: "No matter who he is, once he arrives at the Holy Sword Hall, he will be exposed. The four of us should avenge Shi Hu!"

  It's not that the four of them have a close relationship with Shi Hu, Liu Mingde said this to strengthen their mutual defense alliance. In any case, their jade pendants were issued by the Holy Sword Hall, possessing great righteousness, and if they prioritize self-preservation, they might be defeated one by one.

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