Chapter 3: Blood Splattered on Brahmas Heaven

  Taking advantage of the crowds distraction, Liang Wenjing quietly left with his wife and child. His heart was gloomy and depressed, gazing at the distant mountains and thinking about the long journey ahead, feeling a sense of melancholy. Suddenly, Xiao Yulian whispered: "Stupid, why dont we go north?" Liang Wenjing didnt respond, but Liang Xiao panicked and shouted: "Mom, youre crazy!" Xiao Yulian glared at him and scolded: "Youre the one whos crazy! What did that ghost just say?" Liang Xiao started acting spoiled, hugging her and shaking her back and forth. Xiao Yulian couldnt resist his tantrum and finally said: "Fine, fine, well go north!"

  Liang Xiao was overjoyed, and after a moments thought, he asked again: "Mom! Why does that old man also know our familys Ruyi Fantian Hand?" Xiao Yu Ling looked at her husband with a gloomy expression. Liang Wen Jing felt a pang of sympathy and hugged her, saying: "Dont worry, as long as I have breath in me, I will never let anyone harm you or your mother!" Xiao Yu Lings eyes welled up with tears, and she trembled as she said: "Im not worried about myself, but Im afraid he might be bad for you..." Liang Wen Jing was filled with mixed emotions and let out a long sigh. Liang Xiao looked at the two of them with unusual expressions, but didnt know what was going on, so he anxiously scratched his ears.

  At this time, a strange and eerie voice suddenly said: "What a wonderful pair of dog men and women, embracing and being affectionate in front of people on the main road, really shameless!" Liang Xiao turned his head to look, and five Taoist priests were standing in the distance, two of whom he knew. The one who spoke was the dark-faced Taoist priest, and the white-faced Taoist priest sneered: "Brother, youre not saying anything, this little girl is really beautiful, if it were me, not to mention on this main road, huh, Id be hugging her in the city too!" The group of Taoist priests burst out laughing, their laughter was obscene and unbearable.

  Xiao Yulians face turned white with rage, thinking: "You few bastards have come at the right time, today Ill make you hug the legs of Yan Wangye and get familiar!" She gritted her teeth, about to step forward. Liang Wenjing feared that someone would lose their life, so he pulled her back and sternly said to the Daoist priests: "Gentlemen who cultivate the Way, please keep some decorum in your speech!" Xiao Yulian spat out: "Idiot, whats the point of arguing with them? One knife can kill one person cleanly!" Liang Xiao didnt understand what the Daoist priests were saying, but seeing his mother angry, he knew it wasnt good talk, so he chimed in: "Right, kill them and feed them to the dogs!"

  The black-faced Taoist met his enemy, relying on the crowd, loudly shouting: "You son of a bitch! Today I must strip your skin..." The figure in front of him swayed, his waist tightened, and he was caught by Liang Wenjing. Liang Wenjing shouted loudly, lifted him up over his head, and threw him down heavily. The black-faced Taoists back almost split open, and his buttocks seemed to have been smashed into eight pieces.

  The other four saw Liang Wenjings movements were so fast that they were shocked, and they quickly drew their swords. Four cold lights flashed, stabbing towards Liang Wenjings vital spots from all directions. Liang Wenjing unfolded the "Three-Three Steps", dodged the four incoming swords, and slapped each of the four men with a palm.

  Four Taoists felt the palm wind was like a mountain flood, and they quickly retreated. As soon as they retreated, they joined forces again, advancing and retreating in a defensive battle, with a very orderly law, like a fierce sword array. Liang Wenjings heart was kind and did not want to hurt people too much, so he held back everywhere, but for the time being, he was surrounded by the four men.

  The black-faced Taoist rubbed his back and got up, drew his sword to join the battle group, and the sword arrays power became even stronger. Among them, a long-bearded Taoist had the strongest martial arts skills, and the precious sword in his hand was a sharp weapon. The sword light flashed everywhere, the cold air was dense, forcing Liang Wanjing to come back to his senses, and he flew away quickly.

  Xiao Yulian was about to let her husband get rid of the few shameless Taoists, when she suddenly saw Liang Wanjings palm movements speeding up, and she couldnt help but be shocked. She frowned and took a look, shouting loudly: "Dead stupid, kill them two, see what broken array they can still set up!" After finishing speaking, she saw that Liang Wanjing still didnt make a move to kill, her heart anxious, scolding: "Stupid is just stupid!" With a swift movement, she rushed forward, left palm attacking White Face, right palm hitting Black Face. She hated these two the most, and her moves were ruthless.

  The white-faced Taoist and Xiao Yulian faced each other, hastily waving his sword to block, the black-faced Taoist was slapped on the back, did a somersault, and blood splattered all over the road. When he landed steadily, his internal organs felt like they were being fried in a pot of oil. Just as he was feeling unbearable, he was slapped on the buttocks again, the sound was very loud, he thought Xiao Yulian had caught up, just about to take off running for his life, when suddenly someone behind him burst out laughing, and he immediately knew he had been taken advantage of by Liang Xiao, his heart filled with uncontrollable anger, turned around, glaring fiercely.

  Liang Xiao snapped his fingers and laughed, "Come on, catch me if you can!" The black-faced Taoist took a step forward, but suddenly felt severe pain in his internal organs. He swallowed a mouthful of blood and pounced at Liang Xiao with a ferocious smile. Liang Xiao chuckled and dodged to the side with a nimble movement.

  Xiao Yulians hands fluttered like butterflies in the sky, and a Taoist priest with a mole between his eyebrows was dazzled. She swept her fingertips across his forehead, and suddenly blood flowed all over his face. Xiao Yulian showed no mercy, her hands moved swiftly and ruthlessly, taking advantage of the priests dazed eyes to stab him in the heart with her fingers like swords. Liang Wenjing frowned at the sight, reached out to grab Xiao Yulians wrist, and she couldnt help but scold: "You stupid fool, why are you stopping me?" Liang Wenjing said: "Dont cause unnecessary bloodshed!" Xiao Yulian angrily retorted: "He deserves to die!" The two of them exchanged blows with their opponents while arguing, every time Xiao Yulian landed a hit, Liang Wenjing would intervene, and the four Taoist priests took advantage of the distraction to catch their breath and regroup.

  The black-faced Taoist clenched his teeth in pain, rolling and crawling as he desperately chased after Liang Xiao. He turned three or four corners, exhausting himself to the point of panting heavily, and involuntarily stopped to catch his breath. Suddenly, Liang Xiao turned back around and punched him squarely in the abdomen. The force was immense, and the black-faced Taoist doubled over in agony. Liang Xiao swiftly kicked out with one foot, striking the side of his face and nearly kicking off his jawbone.

  After being hit by a series of heavy blows, the black-faced Taoist had not yet recovered when his long sword was snatched away from him by Liang Xiao and stabbed heavily into his heel. The black-faced Taoist let out a mournful cry and rolled two zhangs on the ground before struggling to get up, but just as he did, he felt a chill on his neck, with a long sword placed against it. He heard Liang Xiao laugh and say, "Still not surrendering?" The black-faced Taoist thought that as a great master, he was humiliated by a young whippersnapper, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest felt stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spurted towards Liang Xiao. Liang Xiao had not anticipated this and was splattered all over his body. This set of clothes had been bought for him by Xiao Yu Ling just two days ago, and Liang Xiao treasured it dearly. For the time being, he was so angry that he wanted to cry, scolding, "Youve dirtied my clothes, you deserve a spanking." He turned the sword blade sideways and used it as a ruler to slap the black-faced Taoists buttocks twice.

  The black-faced Taoists eyes were wide open, motionless. Liang Xiao was puzzled and kicked him lightly: "Hey! Ox nose, why arent you speaking?" The black-faced Taoist fell to the ground as soon as he was kicked, his eyes still staring. Liang Xiao looked at him with a chill in her heart and frowned, saying: "Black face, dont pretend to be a ghost to scare me, I wont fall for it, speak up!"

  Suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind: "Nonsense, can the dead speak?" Liang Xiaos ears were familiar with the sound, and when he turned his head to look, Xiao Qian was standing in the Dao Xin, with the black tiger crouching beside him. Liang Xiao was both shocked and delighted, and exclaimed: "You didnt leave?"

  Xiao Qians expression was cold and unyielding, his gaze fixed on the fighting scene. Liang Xiao had asked an awkward question, so he changed the subject and said: "Old man, how did you know he died?" Xiao Qian heard him call himself old man, felt displeased in his heart, and coldly said: "If he wasnt dead, why didnt he answer your questions?" Liang Xiao laughed and said: "Thats hard to say, you havent answered my questions either!"

  Xiao Qian was furious when he heard him speak strangely, at first he didnt notice, but then suddenly became extremely angry: "This little guy is scolding me as a dead man?" His eyes shot towards Liang Xiao like lightning. The little guy had seen his majesty before, and being glared at by him made him afraid in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be nonchalant.

  Xiao Qian was so angry that he wanted to poison him, but then he thought about his own status and how he couldnt stoop to the same level as a child. He had swallowed this dumb loss, and his anger had nowhere to vent, so he let out a heavy hum.

  Liang Xiao gazed at the black tiger, seeing it narrow its eyes in a feigned sleep. He felt delighted and laughed: "This little black cat is really clever, may I ride on it?" With a childlike heart, he didnt know the danger, seeing that the black tiger was tame, he went to touch its head. The black tiger let out a mighty roar, intimidating all beasts in the mountains, from young to old, it only acknowledged Xiang Qian Yue as its master, how could it be treated so lightly by someone? Before Liang Xiaos hand even touched it, it had already opened its copper bell-like eyes and let out a loud roar.

  Xiao suddenly saw the king of beasts reveal its ferocious face, his small face lost all color, looking at that bloody huge mouth, he felt his legs go weak. Xiao Qian saw him in a sorry state and coldly laughed: "Little kid, why arent you riding? If you have the ability, then ride!"

  Liang Xiao was originally afraid, but when he heard this, his stubborn personality was stirred up, and he shouted: "Ride then ride... who... who dares not?" He pretended to be tough on the surface, but his body was shaking violently. In his heart, he thought it was strange: "Isnt it just a big black cat? What am I afraid of?" As he thought about this, he clenched his small fist and stared at the black tiger, saying loudly: "Black cat, you dare to be fierce with me, be careful or Ill pluck out your whiskers!" His mouth said so, but his legs were like they were filled with vinegar, soft and weak, unable to move a single step.

  The beast most feared being stared at by humans, the black tiger was glared at and provoked by Liang Xiao, its ferocity stirred up, it let out a low growl and scratched the ground with its front paws. It was a naturally extraordinary species, having gone through rigorous training, it was not weaker than a top-notch expert, just one pounce and ten Liang Xiaos would be settled at once, but it was held back by its masters orders, not daring to attack lightly. Liang Xiao saw how ferocious it was and couldnt help but take another step back, thinking that the big black cat was too fierce, a hard approach wouldnt work, so he tried a soft one. He puckered up his small mouth and called out in a coaxing tone: "Good kitty, dont be angry, good kitty, dont be angry..." He mustered up his courage and took another step forward, the black tigers body was like a drawn bow, suddenly full of pent-up energy.

  Liang Xiao steeled himself to tame the "black cat", plucked up his courage, and was about to take another step forward when he suddenly heard Liang Wenjings trembling voice calling out: "Xiaoer, dont...dont move." He turned around to see that his father had somehow appeared not far behind him, his face pale, eyes wide with fear. Liang Xiao refused to show weakness, forcing a laugh as he said: "Dad, the old man bet I wouldnt dare ride this big cat, but Im going to ride it just to show him..."

  Liang Wenjings throat was dry, and he swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said: "You... dont move..." His tone was extremely weak at this point.

  Liang Xiao frowned and pouted, saying "Why?" Liang Wenjings heart was in a panic, he swallowed his saliva, cold sweat streaming down his face. Then he heard Liang Xiao ask again: "Dad, why?" Before he could finish speaking, Hei Hu let out another roar. Xue Yu Ling, who was fighting alone against four Taoist priests, felt her heart shake violently when she heard the tigers roar, her moves became disordered, and she was cut by Bai Lian Daoists long sword, a streak of blood flying from her arm.

  Xiao Qian jue saw the blood light, his eight-character eyebrows drooping down, and he shouted: "You stinky little boy, can you only stand there stupidly?" Liang Wenjing was stunned for a moment. Xiao Qian jue rushed forward, slapped him with a crisp sound, and turned back to hit him again. Liang Wenjings body leaned back, and he slid out of the way by several feet. Xiao Qian jue swung his palm empty-handed, coldly laughing: "This little boy is quite slippery." Seeing Xiao Yu lings heart in disarray, being forced by the crowd of Taoist priests to stumble about, he couldnt help but get angry, and with a wave of his sleeve, he rushed forward. After a few flashes, four Taoist priests let out ear-piercing screams, and their four sword-holding arms were torn off alive by Xiao Qian jue. The pain was beyond imagination. Three Taoist priests fainted on the spot, only the long-bearded Taoist priest had deep skills, rolling on the ground and wailing.

  Liang Wenjing was shocked and bewildered, while Xiao Yulian stood there stupidly, unsure of where she was. Xiao Qianxues eight-shaped eyebrows drooped even lower, and the long-bearded Taoist recognized him, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Xiao... Senior, junior... Junior is a disciple of Huo Zhenren!" Xiao Qianxue rolled his eyes upwards, sneering coldly: "What Huo Zhenren? Shit Zhenren, I dont know him!"

  The long-bearded Taoist was so frightened that he burst into tears, knocking his head like a garlic press: "My master is... is the heart of the fourth prince." Xiao Qianxue coldly smiled and said: "Dont mention the prince, even if the emperor himself provoked me, I would still take off his head." The long-bearded Taoist was speechless, suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran away. Xiao Qianxue swung her sleeve, without seeing her use any martial arts moves, the Taoists head flew three feet high, blood shooting straight out of his neck, his body still running forward, taking five steps before finally falling to the ground.

  Xiao Qian jue glanced at the three paths on the ground, and his sleeve robe moved again. Unexpectedly, Liang Wenjing rushed forward, slapping out two palms like lightning, making a "ka" sound in mid-air, like a muffled thunderclap. Liang Wenjing retreated several feet, his face pale as paper. Xiao Qian jues eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "Good kid! Take another move from me!" He rushed to Liang Wenjings side, his left hand slipping out of his sleeve, his five fingers suddenly extending and retracting, flashing down like lightning.

  Liang Wanjings foot drew a circle, his energy surging through both arms, just as he was about to make his move. Xiao Yulian stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Xiao Qianxues left hand froze in mid-air. The two masters locked eyes for a moment before Xiao Qianxue suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. As he laughed, he turned around and began trampling the unconscious Taoist priests to death with one foot after another.

  Liang Wanjings hair stood on end in anger, and he straightened up, wanting to go forward, but was pulled back by his wife. Xiao Qianxue turned around with a cold smile: "I want to kill someone, can you stop me?" Liang Wanjing gritted his teeth and remained silent. Xiao Yulians knees softened, and she knelt down, tears falling as she said: "Master!"

  Xiao Qianjue gazed up at the sky with a cold smile, saying: "Whats there to cry about? Hmph, Master, its hard for you to still recognize me as your master. Xiao is honored, but not enough."

  Xiao Yuleng didnt say a word and knocked her head on the ground repeatedly.

  Seeing that her forehead was covered in dark bruises, Xiao Qianjues heart softened, and he swept his sleeve, saying: "Forget it, no need for so much drama."

  Xiao Yulian lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears: "Master... a thousand wrongs and ten thousand mistakes are all mine, please dont make things difficult for them, father and son!" Xiao Qianxues eyebrows furrowed, his voice cold as he sneered: "Father and son? Youre certainly close." Xiao Yulians cheeks flushed red, her voice low: "Master, Ive been married for many years, but didnt tell you, truly sorry."

  Xiao Qians eyes slowly closed, his face expressionless. After a while, he spoke slowly: "You keep mentioning them as father and son, why dont you ask your senior brother?" Xiao Yuleng was taken aback, before she could respond, Liang Xiao suddenly asked: "Mom, do you know him?" Xiao Yulengs heart skipped a beat: "Im so scared Ive forgotten about my son." She quickly looked over and saw Liang Xiao standing foolishly in front of Hei Hu, feeling relieved that the child hadnt acted rashly. Hurriedly, she said: "Master, this is my son..."

  Xiao Qianjue let out a soft breath and opened her eyes, saying: "Black-haired beast, get away from here." The black tiger retreated to the side. Xiao Yuleng hastily said: "Xiaoer come over!" Liang Xiao walked over, looked at Xiao Qianjue, and asked: "Mom, why are you kneeling?" He stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Yuleng up, but was instead pressed down by his mother, and immediately let out a loud wail. Then he heard Xiao Yuleng say: "Xiaoer, arent you going to pay respects to your master?" Liang Xiao felt stifled in his heart, and casually asked: "What kind of thing is Master?" Xiao Qianjues face changed slightly, and Xiao Yuleng was furious, slapping Liang Xiao on the face and sternly saying: "Master is Moms master!" Liang Xiao pouted and said: "You didnt tell me, how would I know?"

  Xiao Yulian could only say, "Master, please forgive me. Im not good at teaching, and this child... Ah, is very mischievous." Liang Xiao looked at Xiao Qianxue and laughed, saying, "So youre Moms master? I thought you were secretly learning my moms moves!" Xiao Yulian was momentarily enraged and gave him two slaps, but they were raised high and fell lightly, like scratching an itch.

  Xiao Qian watched the two arguing, thinking of Yu Lingers coquettish appearance when she was with him, and his heart warmed up: "If Linger were to pair up with Lenger, it would be great. As for what happened back then, Lenger was evasive and never willing to clearly explain, even until today, Im still in the dark...". He thought about this and glared at Liang Wenjing, thinking that after the Hezhou campaign, his senior apprentice Xiao Lengs meridians were severely damaged and he could no longer practice his most advanced martial arts. Xiao Leng didnt say anything, but judging from his injuries, it was clear that he was hurt by the "Three Talents Returning to the Origin Palm". Liang Wenjing blocked a move of "Tianwu Blade", and his cultivation wasnt weak either. However, if placed ten years ago, he shouldnt have been Xiao Lengs match.

  Xiao Qianjues face grew increasingly dark and terrifying as a frightening thought arose in his mind. Xiao Yulian, well aware of her masters temperament, had intended to ease the tension with gentle words, but unexpectedly, Master Xiaos expression only grew more ominous. Her heart racing, her hands sweating, she suddenly heard Xiao Qianjue say coldly: "Xiao Fenger, do you know your crime?"

  Xiao Yulians slender body trembled, and she shed tears, saying: "Yulian has betrayed the sect, deserving of death ten thousand times!" Although Xiao Qianxue had already guessed it, hearing her admit it herself still made him feel suffocated with anger, his fists clenched tightly as he burst into loud laughter: "Good! Youre good!" The laughter was eerily loud and startled the birds in the nearby woods to fly away.

  Xiao Qian Yue was a loner with a ruthless and poisonous nature, but he treated this female disciple with utmost care and loved her like a treasure. When she went missing, he was frantic and immediately searched the entire divine realm, wearing out his boots in the process. However, the world is vast and people are numerous, and Xiao Leng was heavily injured, causing him to worry endlessly. Helpless, Xiao Qian Yue had no choice but to return to the mountains. But he refused to give up and later ventured out several times to search for her. Heaven finally pitied him, and he met Xiao Yu Ling at Bai Zhang Ping. Initially overjoyed, he was surprised when Xiao Yu Ling avoided him. Xiao Qian Yue left with a heavy heart, but after walking a distance, he couldnt bear to part with her and returned to ask why she had been avoiding him. Who knew that once he understood the reason, his sorrow only deepened? In an instant, his blood boiled, and with a flick of his wrist, he struck Xiao Yu Lings head.

  Liang Wenjing saw that he was pale and had already taken precautions, seeing his hand move, one step forward, but unexpectedly Xiao Qians hand stopped in mid-air, slightly trembling, and didnt fall for a long time. Liang Wenjing was extremely tense, his heart racing wildly, and his scalp felt numb.

  Xiao Qians heart was filled with a hundred thoughts, but he couldnt bring himself to make a move. His gaze shifted and landed on Liang Wenjings face, and his anger flared up again: "Feier was so obedient in front of me that day. Hmph! She must have been bewitched by this little scoundrel. Feier cant be killed, but this kid seduced Feier first and severely injured Lenger afterwards. Dismembering him into a thousand pieces is not enough to quench the hatred in my heart!" As he thought of this, his eyes blazed with fury, and his feet moved slightly, only to see Liang Wenjings feet also move slightly.

  Xiao Qian was surprised to see that he had reached the point of reacting quickly, and sternly said: "You little brat, did you hurt Xiao Leng?" Liang Wenjing didnt have time to respond, when Xiao Yulian hastily said: "It has nothing to do with him, its my fault for not understanding things, I was the one who hurt Shixiong. If Master wants to kill someone, then kill me!"

  Liang Wanjing shook his head and said, "Yu Ling, a man should dare to take responsibility for his actions. Xiao Leng is my fault, it has nothing to do with you."Xiao Yulings face turned white with anger, saying "Nonsense, it was me..." Suddenly, she heard Xiao Qianxue let out an angry hum and was about to lift her foot, so she hastily pounced on him, hugging his calf.Xiao Qianxue was furious, trying to shake her off, but Xiao Yuling used her sticky skin technique, sticking to his leg as he tried to move. Even though Xiao Qianxue was a proud and powerful figure in the martial arts world, he found himself at a loss when faced with this family matter.

  Liang Xiao listened and saw that the old man was bullying his parents. He picked up a long sword that had been scattered by the Taoist priests, and silently stabbed at Xiang Qianjues leg. He thought to himself, "Ill cripple you, see how you can be so evil?" As soon as he moved his sword, he felt a pain in his tiger mouth, and the sword was already being trampled under Xiang Qianjues foot. When he looked up, the old mans eyes were cold and electric, and he hurriedly smiled and said, "Dead public, I see your shoes are dirty, let me wipe them for you..." He was angry that Xiang Qianjue was bullying his parents, so he called him "dead public". Xiang Qianjue had originally wanted to kick this scoundrel to death with one foot, but the phrase "dead public" made his heart soften a bit. After hesitating for a moment, he asked Liang Wanjun, "Are you Gong Yangyus disciple?"

  Liang Wenjing was taken aback by his furious question, "He taught me a nights worth of kung fu, but I didnt become his disciple!" Xiao Qianxue coldly snorted and said, "With your poor and arrogant attitude, you wouldnt have become his disciple even if he had wanted to. Since he has transmitted his kung fu to you, in his heart, he already considers you a disciple." He gave a slight cold smile, looking up at the sky, "Gong Yangyu is after all a master of a certain sect. If he knew his disciple was hiding under his wifes skirt, who knows what expression he would have?"

  Liang Wenjing, although not a disciple, had great respect for Gong Yangyu. Upon hearing this, he shouted loudly: "Yu Ling, let go!" Xiao Yu Ling glared at him and said: "Stupid kid, are you tired of living?" Still holding onto Xiao Qianxues leg, she refused to release her grip. Xiao Qianxue secretly sneered: "Linger is indeed a clever person, this little brat only has the bravery of an ordinary man." Suddenly, he changed his mind and said: "You stinky kid, if I were to use my full strength, you would undoubtedly die. But that old poor scholar would not be convinced, saying that I am bullying the weak, and Linger would fight to the death to protect you." With a flick of his foot, he grasped the precious sword on the ground with his hand, swung it randomly, and drew a smooth, round circle on the ground. He said: "Ill make a bet with you, how about that?"

  Li Wenjing asked, "What kind of bet?" Xiao Qian said, "Three Talents Return to the Origin Palm never leaves three numbers. Now Im drawing a circle on the ground and standing inside it. Within three moves, you can attack me as you like, but I wont counterattack. If you can force me out of this circle..." He smiled coldly, "Ill leave immediately, and from then on, you and Xiaofeng can roam freely, wherever you want to go."

  Liang Wanjing was taken aback, and Yu Ling also held her breath, looking at the circle, thinking: "This circle is only three feet in diameter, and Dazis martial arts have improved over the years, with significant growth in his internal strength... compared to me, hes even stronger..." As she thought this, she couldnt help but feel a little dazed.

  Xiao Qian gazed at Liang Wenjing, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Are you afraid?" Liang Wenjing shook his head and said, "Its not that Im afraid, but rather that senior might be at a disadvantage."

  "Idiot!" Xiao Yuleng cursed in her heart, wishing she could bite him. Xiao Qianxue also found it strange and looked at Liang Wenjing up and down before coldly saying, "This doesnt concern you." Liang Wenjing gazed at Yuleng, whose heart skipped a beat, face flushed, and ears burning, almost unable to breathe. After a long while, she whispered, "Master, do your words count or not?" Xiao Qianxue was so angry that his chest hurt, and he sternly said, "When have my words ever been unreliable?" Yulengs face turned bright red as she awkwardly released her hands.

  Xiao Qians chest hurt even more, and he gritted his teeth: "Feier, Im warning you in advance, if he cant defeat me, youll have to follow me back to the mountain. Dont try to drag your feet or make excuses to disobey!" Xiao Yu Fei didnt expect it to be so easy, thinking that as long as Jing Lang and Xiao Er were fine, she would gladly sacrifice herself. Following him back was nothing, really. Thinking this way, she suddenly felt that Xiao Qian had been too good to her, and her heart ached. She called out: "Master..." Tears fell like broken pearls down her cheeks.

  Xiao Qianjue let out a cold snort and stepped into the circle, shouting: "You little brat! Come on!" Liang Wanjing gave Yu Ling a deep look, then turned to Xiao Qianjue with a bow, just about to make his move. Suddenly, he heard Liang Xiao call out: "Dad, wait!" Liang Wanjing looked at him with a mischievous and mysterious expression, tugging on his sleeve. He had no choice but to bend down. All he could hear was Liang Xiao whispering in his ear: "We cant take him head-on right now, lets run."

  Liang Wenjing exclaimed, "How can that be?" Liang Xiao said, "Why not? Now hes in the circle, well scatter and run, if he gets out of the circle, he loses, and if he doesnt get out, he cant do anything to us!" He seemed to be biting his earlobe, but his voice was not small. There was a hint of brazenness to it. Xiang Qian heard this and felt a surge of anger: "You cunning little scoundrel! I calculated everything, how did I not see this coming?" For a moment, he regretted it deeply, staring fixedly at Liang Xiao, as if he wanted to swallow him whole with one gulp of water.

  Liang Wenjings heart skipped a beat, and he glanced over to see Xiao Yulian looking distracted and dazed. He knew that even if he was being deceitful, his wife wouldnt dare to deceive their respected teacher. Unconsciously, he let out a sigh and patted Liang Xiao on the head, saying with a bitter smile: "Childish nonsense, stop making a fuss!" Liang Xiao cried out in urgency: "How am I making a fuss?!"

  Liang Wenjing smiled slightly and pulled him aside, saying: "Wait quietly, Dad wont lose." Liang Xiao looked uncertain, pouted his small mouth and retreated. Liang Wenjing gazed into the distance, seeing only a dull sunset, as if it had happened before, and thought to himself: "The color of the sky that day when we were fighting is the same as todays, and the struggle now is no different from back then. In this vast world, many things cant be avoided." Thinking about it made him feel melancholy, at which point a gust of wind came, causing the grass leaves to fly wildly, Liang Wenjing let out a long sigh and said loudly: "Im sorry." His palms parted, and he struck out with a loud clap.

  Xiao Qian finally saw him make his move as scheduled, and heaved a sigh of relief. But seeing Liang Wenjings palm halfway through, he stumbled, waving his hands and feet. This "Human Heart" move has a momentum of falling forward, but its not a chaotic fall, if you fall too early, your opponent will be waiting in ambush, and if you fall too late, your opponents flaw will have passed. The key to this move lies in grasping the timing of the fall.

  Liang Wanjings palms were about to land but hadnt yet, when Xiao Qianxue suddenly curled up his body and retreated with a flaw inward. Liang Wanjing only felt that under his palm was empty, with no place to exert force, just as he was about to urge his energy, he suddenly saw Xiao Qianxues body being soft and flexible in every way, his black robe flying, rising from the ground. Liang Shuo exclaimed: "Lingxu Three Changes, Jiuxiao Chenglong." He couldnt use this light skill, but had seen his mother use it before. But when Xiao Qianxue used it, it was truly like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, golden scales shining in mid-air. Compared to him, Xiao Yufeng was really far inferior.

  Xiao Qian jue transformed into the second variation "White Clouds and Black Dogs", but his black clothes made him look like a dark cloud. Liang Wenjing saw him suspended in mid-air, took a step forward, wanting to occupy the circle and leave Xiao Qian jue with nowhere to land, forcing him to fall outside the circle. However, Xiao Qian jue also descended almost simultaneously, both of them vying for the initiative. Liang Wenjing originally had the upper hand, but Xiao Qian jues descent was extraordinary, like a tornado that made his face sting. Before he could steady himself, his body involuntarily began to spin along with it, and this rotation coincidentally allowed him to execute the move "Heavenly Rotation and Earthly Revolution", which also relied on rotational force to defeat the enemy.

  Xiao Qians figure was like a spinning top, flying and rotating non-stop. As soon as Liang Wenjings palm wind arrived, he was blown off course by the strong gusts. Yu Ling and her son only saw two figures, one in green and one in black, whirling faster and faster, gradually becoming blurred and unclear. The surrounding vines and creepers were pulled up from the ground by the strong winds of the two people, swirling around the two figures like ghosts and demons, dancing wildly across the sky, the scene was truly strange and bizarre.

  Xiao Qianjues spinning pull made Liang Wanjing use this move "Heavenly Spin and Earthly Rotation". As he spun to this point, he was unable to stop. Every time Xiao Qianjue spun a circle, his spinning force would increase by twofold, and the tip of his foot touching the ground seemed like a ruler, slowly drawing an arc on the ground with Xiao Qianjue as the axis, plowing out a four-inch deep trench. Liang Wanjings chest was churning with blood and energy, almost bursting out, and he couldnt help but secretly exclaim: "This is terrible! If it goes on like this, Ill definitely die from exhaustion!" He wanted to steady his body, but how could he?

  After turning three incense sticks, Xiao Qians body shape paused for a moment. Liang Wenjing couldnt stop his momentum and stumbled forward, rushing into Xiao Qians arms. He immediately joined his palms together and responded with the "Three Talents Returning to the Origin" move, but was disrupted by Xiao Qians sudden movement. His dantian was empty, and his meridians were sore and soft. This palm pressed against Xiao Qians chest, already without any strength. Before he could withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt a wisp of cold air creeping into his heart meridian through the meridians, causing Liang Wenjing to shiver. He heard Xiao Qians low growl: "Three moves are over, get out!" With a flash of movement, Liang Wenjing felt a great force surge forth, sending him flying straight out for several feet before heavily crashing to the ground.

  Xiao Yulian helped him up, looking at her husbands exhausted expression, and anxiously asked: "Stupid, how are you?" Liang Wenjing took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said: "Im fine, but..." He glanced at Xiao Qianxue and said miserably: "I... I lost, I..." His eyes welled up with tears, and he choked back words. Xiao Yulian covered his mouth with her slender hand, and sorrowfully smiled: "Dont say it... As long as youre fine, Im very happy."

  Liang Wenjing tightly grasped her arm, with tears welling up in her eyes. Xiao Yulian pouted and stroked his face, forcing a smile as she said: "Stupid, stupid child, dont cry..." Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Qianxue had already become annoyed, grabbing her and saying: "Come here." With a burst of strength, Liang Wenjing, still weak from illness, was dragged three feet away, his hands too feeble to resist, and he fell to the ground with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  "Father!" Liang Xiao rushed up to help him up, glaring at Xiao Qian with anger, and fiercely spat a mouthful of saliva at him. The saliva drew an arc in the air, rapidly flying towards Xiao Qians chest. Xiao Qian was taken aback, thinking that as a master of his generation, he couldnt possibly be moved by a mere spit. If he dodged, it would be making a big deal out of nothing; if he didnt dodge... Before he could finish the thought, the saliva had already landed on his collar.

  Xiao Qians face was not good, nor was it bad. He let his saliva hang from the corner of his mouth and swing back and forth, staring at Liang Xiao with a hint of green on his face. Xiao Yu Feng changed color and shouted: "Xiao Er! Dont be rude to your master!" Liang Xiao had been holding back a mouthful of saliva, but when he heard this, he swallowed it back and said: "If you dont leave, I wont spit at him!" When Xiao Yu Feng heard these words, his body shook, and tears burst out of his eyes.

  Xiao Qians overwhelming victory left him in high spirits, and he set aside the matter of Liang Xiao for the time being. He gazed at Liang Wenjing with a cold smile: "Young man, do you know why you lost?" Liang Wenjing was at a loss for words, and Xiao Qian saw that he looked bewildered, which only added to his own satisfaction. He chuckled twice.

  Liang Xiao retorted, "I know! Youre shameless, old man! You told me to let my dad go first, but you actually took advantage of him." Xiao Qian responded with an "oh" and said, "Tell me more."

  Liang Xiao continued, "Dad said that the Three Talents Returning to the Origin Palm is a technique that relies on counterattacking. But you had him make the first move, so..." He only half-understood what he was saying and didnt know how to continue.

  However, Liang Wenjing suddenly realized his mistake: "Ive wasted ten years practicing palm techniques without understanding this! The Three Talents Returning to the Origin Palm is indeed a counterattacking technique. I should have waited for my opponents move instead of striking first. Alas, Liang Wenjing, you are truly an idiot!"

  Xiang Xiao jumped up and down, pointing at Xiang Qians nose and scolding: "Old rascal... big cheat..." Xiang Yu Ling heard it with a trembling heart, repeatedly calling out: "Xiaoer, Xiaoer..."

  Xiao Qianjue burst out laughing and said, "Little kid, you scolded me quite well. I am indeed the greatest scammer in the world, best at deceiving people. Not to mention your father, even that self-proclaimed clever old poor scholar would not be able to avoid being calculated by me!" He turned around and dragged Xiao Yulian away with him. Liang Xiao shouted loudly, grabbed a precious sword beside him, and desperately chased after them. Xiao Qianjue didnt want to entangle with him, so he carried Hei Hu, stepped on the wind, and instantly threw Liang Xiao off by several meters. Liang Xiao ran anxiously, tripped and fell, and when he looked up, Xiao Qianjue and his mother were already ten meters away.

  Xiao Yulings heart was like a knife cut, she turned around and shouted loudly: "Xiaoer! There are still clean pants in the bag, there is chicken leg wrapped in oil paper that you love to eat, and... dont kick off the quilt at night, dont be picky about food, and... and..." She was crying with tears streaming down her face, her mind was a mess, she didnt know what to say. Liang Xiao looked at her figure getting smaller and smaller, gradually becoming blurry. Finally, he couldnt bear it anymore and burst into tears, crying while chasing after her: "Mom, I dont want pants... I dont want chicken leg... Mom..." Suddenly his body felt light, being held in Liang Wenjings arms, his heart filled with joy, "Dad, hurry! Chase after her!"

  Liang Wenjing didnt say a word, summoning all his strength to sprint forward. But the more he chased, the farther away they seemed to get. As he gazed at the two dark shadows gradually disappearing into the vast twilight, an overwhelming sense of despair surged up in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a chill rising from his heart, spreading throughout his body in an instant, and couldnt help but shiver. "Whats wrong?" he thought, wanting to stop and check himself, but then heard Liang Xiao crying out: "Dad! Youre even slower than a turtle! Mom cant see us anymore..." Liang Wenjing was urged on by his son and wanted to give chase with all his might, but the cold air in his body grew stronger, his head becoming increasingly dizzy. "Right, I mustnt stop, I have to keep chasing...chasing..." He stumbled forward a few more steps, until only the thought of "chase" was left swirling in his mind. He staggered and fell onto a burial mound, finally unable to support himself, and collapsed to the ground, pinning Liang Xiao beneath him, causing the child to wail in pain.

  Liang Xiao easily poked out and pushed Liang Wenjing hard, "Get up quickly, chase...chase..." He touched Liang Wenjings skin and couldnt help but exclaim, "Ah, Dad, your body is so cold!"

  Liang Wanjing only felt the cold tide surging, his whole bodys meridians twitching, suffering to the extreme, but didnt know what was the reason. It turned out that Xiao Qian had been plotting revenge from start to finish, never thinking of sparing his life, but seeing how deep Liang Wanjing and Xiao Yulengs relationship was, if Liang Wanjing died, Xiao Yuleng would surely be heartbroken and seek death, so he set up a poisonous plan, first draining Liang Wanjings internal energy, taking advantage of his empty meridians to send a strand of "Taiyin True Qi" into his heart meridian.

  "Taiyin True Qi" is transformed from "Xuanyin Liheshen Gong", extremely yin and toxic. Once it enters the heart meridian, there will be no visible injury on the surface, but it will be like a poisonous insect lurking in ambush, continuously devouring the hosts yang energy. Within two hours, Liang Wanjun will surely die. But Xiao Yulian didnt see it with her own eyes, so she can also leave safely.

  After a while, the chill in his body subsided slightly, and Liang Wenjing opened his eyes to see Liang Xiaos face vaguely. He forced out a faint smile, wanting to reach out to wipe away the tears and dirt on his sons face, but he couldnt muster up any strength in his fingers. He sighed weakly, "Xiaoer, Dad... wont make it..." His voice was too soft, and Liang Xiao didnt hear clearly, staring at him with wide eyes, confused, "Dad, what did you say?" Liang Wenjings heart ached as he thought to himself that once he left, this child would be like an orphan, unable to know whether he was full or hungry, warm or cold, good or bad... In an instant, he couldnt hold back his tears, which poured down and soaked the yellow earth on his face.

  Liang Xiao shook his father violently, crying: "What are you crying about? Cant you speak?" Liang Wenjing swallowed hard and said: "Xiao... son..." Liang Xiao quickly put his ear close, only to hear Liang Wenjings intermittent words: "Dont... dont... bully... good... people..." He then uttered a few more sentences, but they were as faint as the hum of mosquitoes, and Liang Xiao couldnt make them out. Anxiously, he cried again: "What are you saying?" Liang Wenjing heard his sons cries and felt an indescribable sorrow in his heart. Wanting to say a few words, he tried to catch his breath but couldnt. He saw flashes of white light before his eyes, and a beautiful, ethereal white figure gradually receded into the distance, becoming untouchable. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Before his eyes, everything turned red, like sunlight or river water. It was as if he had returned to that small dock outside Hezhou City, where the sun shone brightly and the Yangtze River flowed with golden light. The loud whistle of a boat pierced through the clouds. As he thought about it, he let out a soft sigh and slowly closed his eyes.

  The evening wind blew in, and Liang Xiao held his fathers stiff body, feeling a sense of confusion. The series of tragic events that had occurred that day made the young child unable to think straight, and he even forgot to cry. He bit his lip tightly, and fresh blood slowly flowed out, dripping onto Liang Wanjings pale face.

  The wind grew stronger, and the moonlight dimmed slightly. Liang Xiao let out a sudden cry, feeling a surge of pain, "Ah" escaped her lips, her chest felt tight and uncomfortable, and she fainted away.

  In a daze, he suddenly felt pain all over his body. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the dark night with flashes of green light, which turned out to be a pack of wild dogs. The pack of dogs was startled by the sudden movement of the corpse and retreated in surprise, then let out a threatening "woof". Liang Xiao touched his arm and found it covered in blood, and when he looked at his fathers body again, it had been torn apart. Enraged, Liang Xiao jumped up, and at that moment, a large black dog with menacing eyes and bristling fur let out a growl, and the pack of dogs rushed forward, barking wildly and competing to get ahead.

  Liang Xiao kicked the big black dog, but was dragged down by a gray-spotted large dog from behind. The other two wild dogs pounced on him from both sides, pinning him to the ground. Several rows of sharp teeth bit towards his neck.

  In desperation, Liang Xiao stretched out his hand and grabbed something hard. Without thinking, he raised it and swung it backhand. The gray-spotted large dog let out a cry as its body was cut in two. Its head and mouth were stuck to Liang Xiaos leg, while its waist and buttocks flew into the air, landing with a thud several feet away.

  The other wild dogs were startled and scattered with a yelp. Liang Xiao felt a warmth on his neck, like liquid flowing. When he looked closely, he saw that he was holding a shining sword - the very same sword belonging to the Taoist priest with the long beard. He had been carrying it with him all along, intending to use it in his final battle with Xiang Qian, but it had fallen aside when Liang Wenjing fell down.

  Liang Xiao, with a sword in hand, bold and daring, jumped up. The long sword flashed by, and a wild dogs head was separated from its body. The sword light flickered, the dog barked wildly, and man and dog fought together in a heap. Liang Xiaos movements were swift and agile, his sword incredibly fast, and the wild dogs either died or were injured, falling down in an instant. The wild dogs, frightened by their own kinds blood, lost their courage, and ran away in all directions. But Liang Xiao was killing with abandon, using his lightness skill to slaughter them everywhere. For a time, the fierce cries and mournful howls echoed through the night sky.

  For a long time, the thick clouds had dispersed, and the moon was already in the middle of the sky, shining brightly on the mountain ridge. Liang Xiao stood at the top of the ridge, using his sword to support his body. The burial mound was quiet, with only the sound of a childs heavy breathing. At this time, a low "woof" sound came from behind him. Liang Xiao turned around and saw a small fluffy dog dragging the corpse of a large dog. Liang Xiao cursed: "Little mongrel!" He took a step forward, his long sword raised high, ready to strike down. But when he saw the little dog lift its head, its eyes shining brightly, Liang Xiao felt a pang in his chest. His sword paused in mid-air, and he looked around blankly, seeing only blood and flesh scattered everywhere, the stench of blood filling his nostrils. Liang Xiaos body went limp, and he lost all his strength. He dropped his sword and picked up the little dog, bursting into loud sobs. He didnt know why he was crying, but he felt as though he had suffered the greatest injustice in the world. His chest was filled with churning blood and energy, and he couldnt calm down unless he cried.

  I dont know how long I cried, but suddenly I felt something soft and fluffy brushing against my face. When I opened my eyes, it was the little dog licking my cheek, and I couldnt help but stroke its disheveled and wet fur. Putting it down, I picked up the treasure sword and followed the funeral customs, digging a hole in the ground and placing Liang Wenjings body inside. Then I chopped off a piece of wood, roughly erected a tombstone, and scribbled my fathers name on it. I can write my own name, but I couldnt get the character "Liang" wrong, and the words were barely passable, except for the character "Jing", which I just couldnt write. After thinking for a long time, I had to leave it blank. I inserted the wooden board in front of the grave, thought for a moment, then dug another big hole and buried the wild dogs body, also erecting a wooden board, but didnt know what to write on it, so I left it blank.

  Liang Xiao stood staring at the grave for a long time, feeling suffocated in his chest, as if he wanted to dig up the grave and pull out his father. He also felt like tearing open his own chest and pulling out his heart. Tears flowed from his eyes, and he tore off half of his outer garment, wrapping it around the long sword on his back, and walked down the mountain slope with a slanting gait.

  After walking dozens of steps, he turned his head again to look at the wooden tablet, and suddenly heard a faint whimpering sound. He glanced sideways and saw that the little dog was following him from a distance. When it saw Liang Xiao turn around, it quickly retreated and hid behind a large rock, staring out with its round eyes.

  Liang Xiao turned his head and walked for over a dozen steps before suddenly turning back again. This time, he saw that the little dog was still following him, but now it was running wildly in all directions, searching for a place to hide.

  Liang Xiao walked a few steps forward, picked it up and said: "Little thing, why are you always following me?" The puppy saw that he had no malice, so it rubbed against him in his arms. Liang Xiao was still a child at heart, and when the puppy rubbed against his ticklish spot, he couldnt help but chuckle: "Alright, alright, Ill take you with me." After saying this, he took one last look at his fathers grave, knelt down, imitated the villagers movements during Qingming Festival, and kowtowed three times. Then, holding the puppy, he walked towards where the sun rises.