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"What did you do?" He Guqiong had already prepared himself since he had handed the book to Mu Zixuan. Even if Mu Zixuan had summoned another Prince Ziwei from the book, he could have ignored it. However, Mu Zixuan had destroyed the book without even looking at it. He Guqiong narrowed his eyes and said warily, "You spent so much effort to find this book, why did you destroy it? Mu Zixuan, what are you planning? "
"I should say that I spent so much effort to find it just to destroy it with my own hands." Mu Zixuan turned her hand and scattered the ashes in her hand with the wind. "See, the Taiyi Mystic Scripture that bore the weight of thousands of lives is no different from the ashes that were burned. They are also so light that they will scatter with a breeze."
"You Ning actually sacrificed her life for this book. Ha, is it worth it? Since she wants it, then I must get this book and burn it as a sacrifice to her. " Mu Zixuan stretched out his hand, wanting to grab something from the drifting ash, but his hand was empty, unable to grab anything.
He Guqiong sighed, "You Ning has been dead for so many years, but you still can't forget her. You really have deep feelings for her." As He Guqiong said this, he glanced at Ji Yaoyu intentionally or unintentionally. Ji Yaoyu's expression was the same as usual.
With the ashes gone, the desolate and sorrowful expression on Mu Zixuan's face also disappeared. She returned to her usual calmness and sincerely thanked him, "The knot in my heart of so many years is finally resolved. Thank you, Uncle-Master."
He Guqiong stood up and said, "Don't thank me. I'm just fulfilling my promise. You should be glad that you burned the book in time. Otherwise, I might have already started killing people for the book." He Guqiong was not being alarmist. He only said that he would hand over the Taiyi Mysterious Scripture to Mu Zixuan, but he did not say that she could not take it back.
"A man of his word, a man of his word. Martial Uncle may be the only true person in Ling Xiao Sword School. No wonder he is not accepted by his peers."
He Guqiong said, "Alright, don't waste your breath on sowing discord. I'll lend you this' disciple 'of mine for a period of time. You must return him to me in good condition. I'm not used to staying in Luoyang, so I'll be leaving first. "
He Guqiong turned around and was about to leave when he patted Ying Feiyang. At this moment, a voice as soft as a mosquito's whisper reached Ying Feiyang's ears, "Keep an eye on him. If he does anything dangerous, you can find me at Bamboo Will Pavilion, which is ten miles east of Luoyang."
After saying that, he left on his own without caring if Ying Feiyang agreed or not.
After a few steps, Mu Zixuan suddenly said, "Uncle-Master, you helped me fulfill my wish. I should return the favor. I wonder if Uncle-Master is still interested in the Sword Incantation of All Daos Leading to Heaven?"
Hearing this, He Guqiong's body froze and he stopped walking. When he was plagued by murderous thoughts in the past, he had always hoped to be freed by the Sword Incantation of All Daos Leading to Heaven. He had schemed for this book, so his actions became more and more extreme. Now that he had regained his Taoist heart, the Sword Incantation of All Daos Leading to Heaven did not mean much to him anymore. However, the obsession of many years had become a knot in his heart. How could he let it go so easily?
"What do you mean?" He Guqiong turned around. Although his voice was still calm, his flickering eyes could not hide the excitement in his heart.
"I happen to have a copy of the Sword Incantation of All Daos Leading to Heaven. Although I can only copy 30% of the essence of the original version, it also reduces the risk of forgetting the swordsmanship that I have practiced. It can fulfill Uncle-Master's long-cherished wish."
He Guqiong was slightly moved. The reason why most of the superior swordsmanship was that it was extremely difficult to copy these swordsmanship. These swordsmanship manuals were often a complete whole. Words, images, every stroke of a word, every line of an image, and even the inconspicuous fine lines on the book might hide a different kind of swordsmanship. The copyist needed a profound cultivation and a thorough grasp of swordsmanship to copy the swordsmanship.
In each generation of Ling Xiao Sword School, there were many people who had been possessed by the devil due to forcibly copying swordsmanship. Moreover, there had never been a person who could copy the top swordsmanship of All Daos Leading to Heaven.
Mu Zixuan said that he had copied 30% of the essence of the copy, which was already shocking.
Although He Guqiong was shocked in his heart, he looked alert and said, "What condition do you have?"
However, Mu Zixuan took out a scroll from her arms and threw it to He Guqiong. She said, "No condition. I just want to help you. I don't know why, but when I first saw Uncle-Master, I felt a sense of familiarity, as if I had been saved by Uncle-Master a long time ago."
Although he still had some doubts, He Guqiong could not hide his excitement when the thing he had been seeking for so many years fell into his hands so easily. He slowly opened the scroll, but before he could even open it, He Guqiong suddenly closed the scroll and resumed his usual indifference. He said, "If I'm not wrong, this scroll was copied by your master, my good Senior Apprentice-Brother!"
"Yes."
"If it was someone else, it would be impressive if they could copy 30% of the essence. But for my Senior Apprentice-Brother, it should not be difficult to copy 100% of the essence, right?"
Mu Zixuan nodded and said, "It is indeed not difficult. But master said at that time, only 30% of the 'Dao Leads to Heaven Sword Formula' was pleasing to his eyes, the remaining 70% were not to his taste."
Hearing this, He Guqiong was stunned. In an instant, countless expressions changed on his face. In the end, he actually lowered his head and chuckled. His laughter was low and depressed, as if he was mocking himself. There was a hint of madness in it, and the tone of his voice was as ear-piercing and unpleasant as a steel needle scraping the ground. Ying Feiyang felt as if his heart was grabbed by an invisible hand and fiercely squeezed a few times. He could not help but feel his blood flow in the opposite direction, and he almost vomited blood.
But after a moment, He Guqiong's head gradually rose, and the deep laughter with his head lowered turned into laughter at the sky. His laughter became louder and louder, like a goshawk soaring into the sky. The ear-piercing tone also became high-pitched and heroic, as if he was looking down at the world from a bird's eye view of the sky.
After the laughter stopped, He Guqiong's face showed a different expression. Even his usual gloomy temperament had dissipated a little. He said, "Gu Jiansheng abandoned something as if it was nothing, but I actually regarded it as a treasure. Ridiculous, ridiculous. Since I have already walked out of my own swordsmanship, why should I still pick up other people's wisdom?" As he said this, he casually threw the scroll back, turned it into a long sword, and flew away, his figure hidden in the moonlight.
"Old He's cultivation has improved greatly, which is beyond our expectations. He is already difficult to deal with, but you helped him to untie the knot in his heart. What is your purpose?" Ji Yaoyu saw that he had gone far away and asked faintly.
"I've already said, I just feel close to him. It's not like everything must have a purpose."
Ji Yaoyu frowned slightly and said no more. Mu Zixuan waved the scroll in her hand again, and said to Ying Feiyang as if she was showing off a product, "If Uncle-Master doesn't want it, do you want it?"
Ying Feiyang dug his fingers into his forehead and said, "Here you go again. How much do you like to force sword moves on me?"
"You don't know what's good for you. Other people don't even have the chance to learn the Instant Change of Wind and Cloud that I created myself, and you have an opinion." Mu Zixuan sat cross-legged in front of Ying Feiyang. Although it was only the second time they met, Ying Feiyang did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or reserved. It was as if he and this Senior Brother in front of him had been learning together since childhood. Their conversation was natural and casual, and they felt like old friends at first sight.
"Alright, since Uncle-Master has sold me to you, I will listen to Senior Brother's orders. I wonder if Senior Brother has any instructions?" Ying Feiyang patted his chest heroically and said.
"No, go back to where you came from." Mu Zixuan said casually.
"Ah?" Ying Feiyang was shocked, "Although it's a good thing to be free from worries, I still feel like you're looking down on me."
"I want you to kill Sima Chengzhen. Are you going to do it or not?"
"What?" Ying Feiyang was shocked again and said cautiously, "You want to kill Master Sima?"
Mu Zixuan said angrily, "It's just an example. I'm not Uncle-Master He, that killer. Why would I provoke Sima Chengzhen, the emperor of Taoists? My original purpose was to take advantage of the fact that Sima Chengzhen was looking for a successor in swordsmanship to send Ming Ye, who has a first-class aptitude and aptitude, to him as his disciple. If my luck was good, I might be able to push Ming Ye to the position of the next Sect Master of the Shang Qing Sect. At the very least, I could leave a spy in the Shang Qing Sect. Who would have thought that Martial Uncle would actually send a guy like you to me? Bringing you here is equivalent to pulling out two of my chess pieces in the Shang Qing Sect and High Heaven Sword Sect at the same time.
Looking at Mu Zixuan's disgusted expression, Ying Feiyang couldn't help but be annoyed, "What do you mean by a guy like you? I won against Ming Ye in the Sword Trial Assembly! "
Mu Zixuan said seriously, "It's not a matter of strength, but temperament. Ming Ye is a simple person. He has always repaid kindness and enmity. Coincidentally, I've done him a favor. If it was Ming Ye, he would have already started thinking about how to kill Sima Chengzhen for me. But you are different. You have more thoughts than Ming Ye. Plus, you're always on guard against me. Asking you to do things for me, hmph. Just now, Uncle-Master asked you to monitor me and report to him if there's anything. Did you really think I didn't hear him? "
Ying Feiyang's heart tightened, but in a short moment, he made a judgment. "He's tricking me!" Thinking of this, Ying Feiyang slammed the table and said righteously, "You and I are fellow apprentices. Although we didn't have the experience of learning from the same sect, I've heard of your deeds a few days ago. I've always admired you. But now that we've met, I can't see any sincerity in you. It really makes me feel bitterly disappointed."
As soon as Ying Feiyang finished speaking, Ji Yaoyue suddenly stood up and walked straight out the door. "Yue 'er? Where are you going? "Ji Yaoyu asked.
"These two are too fond of acting. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going out for a walk." Saying this, Ji Yaoyue quickly left the hall.
Ying Feiyang and Mu Zixuan looked at each other and smiled. Ying Feiyang said, "Alright, since you don't need my help, I won't stay any longer. I'll take my leave now."
Mu Zixuan smiled and said, "Today, we're fated to meet. Only now do I know that in the past year, Junior Apprentice Brother's cultivation, knowledge, and temperament have all improved tremendously. Seeing this, Senior Apprentice Brother is quite gratified. But before I leave, I still have something to tell you."
Ying Feiyang also raised his eyebrows and said, "Coincidentally, I have something to tell you as well."
Mu Zixuan and Ying Feiyang said, "Master is not a good person/Master is not a bad person." Almost at the same time, the two said in unison.
Ying Feiyang said, "It seems that we don't have a tacit understanding."
"Occasionally disagreeing with each other, that's more like brothers."
"You're right, Senior Apprentice Brother. We'll meet again someday." Ying Feiyang chuckled and left.
— — — —
Leaping over the wall and back to Shang Qing Monastery, the sky had just brightened. Without the cover of the night, the four lines of poem He Guqiong left on the courtyard wall appeared particularly glaring. Ying Feiyang heaved a long sigh and pondered, "Master Sima has always been an early riser. Before anyone finds out, I'll first tell him about this letter so that the other disciples don't make a big deal out of it. After that, it's time to bid farewell to Zhenren and the Princess."
After staying here for a month, although there were many troublesome things, he still felt quite sad when he was about to leave. Ying Feiyang stepped into Sima Chengzhen's residence, Yangxin Hall. The hall door was already wide open, but there was no light inside. He called out a few times, but there was no attendant to receive him. Ying Feiyang's heart suddenly skipped a beat and there was a vague sense of foreboding. He did not care about being rude and entered the room by himself.
When he entered the room, he saw that the dark room was densely covered with sword marks. It was a scene of devastation. Bottles, cups, and plates were shattered on the floor. "Master Sima, are you there?" Ying Feiyang called out softly.
A drop of viscous liquid dripped onto the bridge of Ying Feiyang's nose and a bloody smell arose. Ying Feiyang looked up and saw the most shocking scene.
'Supreme Righteous Path'. These four words on the plaque were written by the current Emperor himself to show his respect to Sima Chengzhen. But now, these four gilded words were dyed a glaring blood red.
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