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Although it was nonsense, under Ning Youyou's coaxing and pestering, Mu Zixuan finally agreed to let Ning Youyou accompany them. He also wanted to take this opportunity to clarify the matter between him and Ning Youyou. The two traveled day and night and finally arrived at Ling Xiao Sword School. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk → Net
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"Sigh, we're back here again …" Mu Zixuan seemed to be quite unwilling to leave as she stepped on the long stairs to Ling Xiao Sword School. However, she saw that Ning Youyou, who was heading to Ling Xiao Sword School, was also frowning and absent-minded. She couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You look listless. I haven't heard you talk much along the way."
Ning Youyou suddenly came back to her senses and forced a smile, "You still have the nerve to say that? I don't know who forgot the time of their sect's inauguration ceremony, but we were in such a hurry. I'm probably tired."
Mu Zixuan was also embarrassed and said, "Aren't we finally in time? I'll arrange for you to rest in the guest room today. I'll take you to see Master tomorrow."
"See your Master, Sword Crown …" Ning Youyou couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
"Nonsense, do I have two Masters? Don't be nervous, an ugly daughter-in-law will have to see her in-laws. Only when you, an outsider, become an insider can I properly take you to the inauguration ceremony. "
"You're the ugly daughter-in-law!" Ning Youyou punched him on the shoulder angrily and bit her lip, "If you want to see her, then so be it. Why do you have to wait until tomorrow …"
"My good sister, it's almost dark. Do you think it's appropriate for me to take a girl to see Master in the dark? Besides, you've been on the road for so many days. If you don't freshen up, how can you be presentable? "
"How can I not be presentable … This young lady was born with a natural beauty …" At first, she was speaking boldly and confidently, but the more she spoke, the softer her voice became. She hadn't taken a bath for several days, and she could even smell the rancid smell of sweat on her body. Naturally, she was too embarrassed to continue.
"You're still considered lucky. At least you can rest for a while tonight. I'm miserable. This time, I came back late. Master will definitely punish me harshly. If you dress up prettily, he'll be satisfied. Then, he'll know that although I came late, I didn't wander around outside for nothing. Not only will this matter succeed, he might even be able to exempt me from punishment."
"Is Senior Sword Crown very strict with you?"
Mu Zixuan frowned and said, "He's quite strict and unreasonable. All he does is make me practice my swordsmanship all day long. The rest of the brothers have already left the mountain to travel. But he says that my swordsmanship isn't good enough and I'm not allowed to be distracted. Because of this, I can't even tell him my name when I travel. Frankly speaking, I'm really afraid that he won't agree to our arrangement tomorrow and will chase you down the mountain …"
Ning Youyou lowered her head and asked, "If he really wants to drive me down the mountain, what will you do?"
Mu Zixuan put on a serious expression and said, "What will I do? Then I'll go with you. What's done can't be undone. After three to five years, when his anger has cooled down, he'll bring a fat boy to visit him. He'll have to agree even if he doesn't want to. That's how it's written in the stories. "
Ning Youyou blushed and said, "What fat boy! Shameless. Besides, it's only because the girl's family doesn't agree that he can do this! " Then, she said in a low voice that only she could hear, "I'm just afraid that you won't do this when the time comes …"
Mu Zixuan didn't mind. Instead, she looked in the direction of the mountain gate and cursed, "Hey, why is there a disciple from Sumo Peak guarding the mountain gate? How troublesome. We're almost at the mountain gate. Don't talk nonsense and just cooperate with me."
There were two people guarding the mountain gate. One of them was only fourteen or fifteen years old and was Daoist Master Qing Yue's disciple, Fu Qingming. The other was a disciple of Sumo Peak's Lu Zhenwu.
Mu Zixuan strode forward, but only greeted Fu Qingming. She said, "Yo, Junior Martial Brother Fu, you've worked hard. Since when did it become your turn to guard the mountain gate?"
Fu Qingming smiled and said, "The inauguration ceremony is approaching. Everything needs to be prepared. The sect doesn't have enough manpower, so I naturally can't be idle." Then, he looked at Ning Youyou and asked, "And this is?"
"She's one of us. Junior Martial Brother Fu, go prepare a guest room for her." Without waiting for Fu Qingming to reply, Mu Zixuan led Ning Youyou inside.
"Wait! During the inauguration ceremony, outsiders are not allowed to enter! "Sure enough, the Sumo Peak disciple blocked the way with his sword.
Fu Qingming smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Martial Brother Mu, you have to explain why she's here."
"As you all know, I'm here to visit Daoist Master Sima Chengzhen on my master's orders. This is Master Sima's disciple, and courtesy demands reciprocity. I'm here on Master Sima's orders to visit Master." Mu Zixuan spoke nonsense, then added in a low voice, "Her status is very noble! I can't afford to neglect her. "
Fu Qingming and Lu Zhenwu knew that Sima Chengzhen had taken in quite a number of members of the royal family as nominal disciples, so they naturally thought highly of Ning Youyou. However, the Sumo Peak disciple still said, "So what if she's Master Sima's disciple? During times of emergency, outsiders are not allowed to enter. This is the rule."
Mu Zixuan put her arm around his shoulder and said earnestly, "Why are you so stubborn? I naturally understand what you're saying, but it's already dark. You're driving a little girl down the mountain by herself. Where do you want her to stay? If something happens, we won't be able to bear the consequences. Besides, the inauguration ceremony will only begin the day after tomorrow. Let her stay here tonight, and I'll bring her to see Master tomorrow. Then, I'll send her away with kind words. This won't be considered breaking the rule. This is how our Ling Xiao Sword School treats our guests. "
The man swung his hand and said, "Even so, wait until I inform Ancient Master Lu first."
"Hmph, Martial Uncle Lu, he's not the one in charge of Ling Xiao Sword School. How can Martial Uncle Lu not drive away my Master's guest? Besides, who do you think cares about these small things now?"
The man was speechless for a moment. The inauguration ceremony was just around the corner, but it was also the time when power was transferred. The current Sect Master Xuan Ning was no longer in charge, and the new Sect Master hadn't been elected yet. Lu Zhenwu's name couldn't suppress the world-famous Sword Crown, so he really didn't know who to report to.
However, Mu Zixuan's eyes turned cold again, and she said, "Or, you're using a chicken feather as a token of authority to deliberately make things difficult for me. That's simple. If you can take one sword from me, I'll listen to you. If you can't, then listen to me! "
The disciple couldn't help but take a step back, and said, "You! Hmph! How dare you! " Then, he turned his head and ignored Mu Zixuan, hiding his fear. Mu Zixuan smiled and waved her hand, calling Ning Youyou to swagger in.
After arranging the guest room, Fu Qingming said, "Senior Martial Brother Mu, why do you have to oppose Su Mofeng?"
"Hmph, everyone can see that Old Lu wants to be the Sect Master himself. But this time, he didn't have a place in the Sect Master Election, so he's always been displeased with us. We're both straightforward people, not as tolerant as Martial Uncle Qingyue. Su Mofeng doesn't give me a good attitude, so why should I care about them?"
Fu Qingming smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Martial Brother Mu, as disciples, we can't rashly discuss the succession of the Sect Master …"
Mu Zixuan smiled and said, "Why can't I? Everyone knows that the position of Sect Master belongs to no one but Martial Uncle Qingyue. Although my Master's swordsmanship is high, his handling of affairs and connections in the sect are far inferior to Martial Uncle Qingyue's. This time, he's just accompanying Martial Uncle Qingyue to go through the motions. In a few days, I'll be calling you the Sect Master's direct disciple. Junior Martial Brother Fu, don't forget to support me at that time."
"Senior Martial Brother Mu, please don't joke around. I still have to guard the gate, so I'll take my leave first." Fu Qingming didn't have any taboos like him, so he said goodbye and left as if he was fleeing.
After he left, Ning Youyou said, "I didn't expect that there were also undercurrents lurking in Ling Xiao Sword School."
Mu Zixuan smiled and said, "But where there are more mortals, they can all be divided into factions. Why make a fuss about nothing? You rest here tonight, I have to pay my respects to Master first. I'll come find you tomorrow."
Seeing Ning Youyou's strange expression, he said, "What's wrong? You can't bear for me to leave, do you want me to stay and accompany you?"
"Go to hell!" Ning Youyou kicked him, and Mu Zixuan took advantage of the situation to escape. Ning Youyou watched his figure disappear into the distance, and the smile on her face gradually froze. She muttered, "Ling Xiao Sword School … I've finally arrived, but Ah Niang, Brother Xuan, what should I do!"
Ning Youyou's face revealed a pained expression that made it difficult for her to make a decision. However, she gritted her teeth, took out three copper coins, and threw them on the ground. Looking at the divination, she sat down on the ground as if she had lost all her strength. However, she had already made up her mind. "This is Ah Niang's last wish. Brother Xuan, I'm sorry. After doing this, I'll be with you forever. You said that you wouldn't blame me …"
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After leaving the guest room, Mu Zixuan headed straight for Gu Jiansheng's residence, the Yu Li Peak. His master, Gu Jiansheng, had always loved to live alone, and had only accepted him as a direct disciple. Therefore, this peak had always been sparsely populated.
Walking to the peak, he saw a bamboo house, it was decorated elegantly, it was the place where he and Gu Jian Sheng lived. At this moment, there was a young girl standing outside the door with a sword in her hand. The young girl was tall and straight, she stood proudly, her eyes were beautiful but didn't lose the heroic spirit. It was Ji Mingxia, the disciple of Reverend Shang Ying.
"Junior Sister Ji? Why are you here? "Mu Zixuan couldn't help but ask.
When Ji Mingxia saw Mu Zixuan arrive, her eyes lit up with hidden joy. She said, "My master is currently discussing matters with Martial Uncle Gu. Senior Brother Mu, you've finally returned. Seeing that you haven't returned for so long, Martial Uncle Gu has been suppressing his anger for the past few days."
Mu Zixuan's expression instantly became tense. He said, "He's really angry. Is it convenient for me to go in now?"
Ji Mingxia nodded and said, "En, I advise you to quickly go in. While my master is here, she might be able to help you. Otherwise, there won't be anyone to speak for you."
"That's reasonable. Junior Sister Ji, thank you for your reminder. I'll go first." Then, he hurriedly went into the house.
"Sigh …" Ji Mingxia wanted to ask him to say something, but seeing that Mu Zixuan had already entered the house, her expression darkened. She sighed and said, "Forget it, there will be a long time in the future …"
When Mu Zixuan entered the house, he saw two people sitting inside. One was a Daoist Nun. Although she couldn't be considered beautiful, she had a gentle and amiable appearance.
The other person had a handsome figure and a face that looked like it was carved from white jade. His facial features were distinct and angular. If one were to look at his appearance, he would only be in his early thirties. His hair was currently tied up by a silver crown. Under his sword-like eyebrows was a pair of peach blossom eyes. However, there seemed to be no extra warmth in his eyes. Instead, there was a cold and sharp sword light that flashed from time to time. This was his master, the world famous "Sword Crown" Gu Jian Sheng.
Mu Zixuan hurriedly bowed and said, "Disciple Mu Zixuan greets Master and Martial Uncle Shang."
Gu Jian Sheng and Shang Ying were originally discussing something. Seeing him arrive, they stopped the topic and coldly snorted. In an instant, the air in the room seemed to become sharp. Mu Zixuan felt the pressure of a sword hanging over his head.
Gu Jian Sheng said coldly, "I asked you to deliver a letter to Master Sima. How is it going?"
Mu Zixuan forced a smile and said, "It's just a small matter. Of course, I didn't disappoint you."
"Didn't disappoint you? Do you really not know my intention or are you just pretending? Does my Ling Xiao Sword School lack a messenger? Do I need you to deliver a letter from a thousand miles away? Daoist Master Sima has a sword technique called 'Heavenly Hidden Sword World', which was created by my inspiration. It is unique and can be said to be a lost art, but there is no successor to inherit it. I originally wanted to give you this opportunity to meet Daoist Master Sima and learn the 'Heavenly Hidden Sword World' from him, but you threw the letter into the hands of the gatekeeper and left without even seeing Daoist Master Sima's face.
"Master didn't say it clearly. How would I know your good intentions …" Mu Zixuan pretended to be stupid.
"Now, it seems that my efforts were in vain from the beginning. The essence of the Heavenly Hidden Sword Realm lies in the word 'hidden'. It stresses on sitting and forgetting about the world, forgetting about the world, hiding everything from the heavens, and not fighting for anything. However, your heart is too impetuous. Even if I let you learn it, you won't be able to learn it. Tell me, where have you been to seek fame these days?"
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