As the date of the life and death agreement drew closer, Mount Fu Yu began to monitor the young Registrar more and more carefully. Perhaps it was because Fan Xiaochai was not a registered disciple of the Immortal Coffin Cave, so he did not get involved in this mess. Even Lu Haiya was called back. However, just as everyone on Mount Fu Yu thought that the demoness had been abandoned, the Mountain Lord of the Immortal Coffin Cave, Mi Fengjie, openly ascended the mountain. Although there were no other experts besides his proud disciple Lu Haiya, no one dared to lower their guard. This was because Mi Fengjie was "carrying a sword", like an old horse carrying a heavy load. This was because Mi Fengjie had too many swords on his back, no less than thirty of them.
At that time, Xu Fengnian was squatting on the stone steps of the mountain gate with a few mischievous youths, chatting about the gaudy world outside the mountain in exchange for some red-bellied golden pheasants that they had caught. They were talking about the pros and cons of the courtesans of the two prefectures of Liang and Ling, about whose breasts were so tight that not even a drop of water could leak out, whose buttocks could hold more objects when raised. Five or six of the youths were startled by the conversation and began to compare them to the attractive older sisters and aunts on the mountain. They had a rough idea of who they were and then secretly smiled. The youths of the bandits did not have much of a bad impression of this man who was an official. When he talked dirty and bragged, he was just like the elders on the mountain. Someone advised him to settle down and become a bandit.
When Hsu Fengnian saw Mi Fengjie, the hunchbacked old man who had been carrying a sword for more than forty years was raising his head to wipe his sweat. He stopped walking, shook his back, and reached out to push the ancient swords back to their original positions. The ordinary-looking old man and Hsu Fengnian looked at each other coldly. Lu Haiya whispered something to his master. Only then did Mi Fengjie take another look at Hsu Fengnian, but that was all. He continued to climb the mountain slowly. The youths beside Hsu Fengnian were no strangers to this stern Hidden Sword Cave Master. The braver ones even threatened to buy a few good swords from Mi Fengjie. The old man ignored most of the youths on Mount Fuyao. Instead, he looked at a sturdy youth who was squatting at the edge of the mountain and had not spoken a word. He casually pulled out an ancient sword that was not commonly seen in Jianghu. It was a scabbard and a scabbard. If the two swords were divided into sizes, they would be the mother and son swords. Mi Fengjie threw the sword to the youth and continued to climb the mountain without saying a word. The youth who had given the sword to him for no reason caught the sword and quickly threw it to the side, not daring to look at it. There were rules in the family and the mountain. The youth did not know who his mother was since he was young and his father had died in a military operation to suppress bandits. He had no one to rely on and did not dare to break the rules of Mount Fuyao.
Lu Haiya shook his head slightly. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, yet it had been wasted by this young man. Most people practiced swordsmanship in the Immortal Coffin Cave. How many people had the honor of being personally gifted a sword by their master? The name of the Immortal Coffin Cave came from his master's discovery of a burial ground for ancient swordsmen on the mountain. A cave, a tomb, a corpse, and a sword were used as coffins. Mi Fengjie, who used to roam the world leisurely, received this great fortune and settled down here. He called himself the Lord of the Profound Sword Cave and steadily improved his swordsmanship. Aside from his battle with Zhang Juxian, no one else had seen his master use his sword. Other than going into seclusion to comprehend swordsmanship, every time he came out of seclusion, he would only verbally instruct the younger generation in swordsmanship. Lu Haiya's four senior brothers and sisters had all been bestowed a famed sword by his master. Only he had received three. However, compared to Fan Xiaochai, Lu Haiya was still far behind. Back then, his master had not hesitated to give her half of the ancient swords in the Immortal Coffin Cave just to make this girl call him master. Lu Haiya followed behind this elderly swordsman. Sometimes, he would wonder, if this Lord of the Profound Sword Cave was willing to come out of seclusion, would he be the legendary Sword Immortal of Jianghu? Would he be the Earth Immortal who overlooked the Jianghu?
Mi Fengjie frowned and once again stopped in his tracks. He saw Zhang Juxian, whose aptitude was not worth mentioning, coming down from the mountain to welcome him. The bullshit Immortal Master Wei Jin also came with his companions. Behind them, there were even elites. With such a large force, was Mount Fuyao going to bully him with numbers? Mi Fengjie smiled lightly. Wasn't he also using his sword to bully others? If the experts of Mount Fuyao wanted to come, they would come.
Thinking back to those years when he first came out of Jianghu and traveled around the Martial Emperor City, he happened to meet the genius swordsman of Dongyue Sword Pool, Song Nianqing, who had ascended the city with his sword. Every move he made was one move. How carefree he was. Even though he was defeated by the invincible Wang Xianzhi, it was still a glorious defeat. After that, he made up his mind to walk down Song Nianqing's path of swordsmanship unswervingly. He even wanted to walk further than Great Grandmaster Song. However, Song Nianqing would never have the chance to know that there was a swordsman of the same age far away in Beiliang, who had been chasing after him for decades, but never had the chance to fight to his heart's content. Zhang Juxian, who was well-versed in talismans, had a solemn expression. He slightly cupped his fists towards the Lord of the Profound Sword Cave and said in a low voice, "Cave Lord, please don't misunderstand. This is news that I have just received. A large group of soldiers and horses have already gathered outside Mount Fuyao. This is different from the time when there were less than a hundred patrolmen who entered the mountain to fight on a small scale. This time, there are only about ninety armored elite soldiers. There are also more than twenty elite scouts who have entered the mountain in advance to investigate the terrain step by step. There are also more than four hundred patrolmen from Qingan County and Yanzhi County following closely behind."
Mi Fengjie's expression was as tranquil as an ancient well. He asked indifferently, "It's only five hundred people. Mount Fuyao is so big. Is Mountain Lord Zhang worried that there won't be enough space to bury them?"
Mount Fuyao's beacon had all been built by Gu Jiantang's former military officers in the Wei and Jin Provinces. The old man said bitterly, "If the two sides were competing in ability, we wouldn't need to worry so much. However, since the two provinces' officials were willing to lower themselves to borrow soldiers from a military officer, and were even willing to sacrifice four hundred lives to fill Mount Fuyao, they might fly into a rage out of humiliation if they fail. Even if the entire army is annihilated, perhaps even those military officers in Youzhou who hold real power in Youzhou will covet this fat piece of meat. When that time comes, Mount Fuyao will be restless. Cave Lord, your Heavenly Abode will definitely not have peaceful days to pass. "
The corner of the Sinking Sword Cave Lord's mouth was full of ridicule.
Wei Jin did not show his annoyance towards Mi Fengjie's unbearably ignorant indifference. Naturally, the Sinking Sword Cave Lord's martial attainment was the best in Mount Fuyao, but when it came to the general situation, Wei Jin felt like he was playing the lute to a cow. However, the current situation was dangerous, so he had no choice but to patiently explain, "Cave Lord, you and I both know how powerful Beiliang's armored soldiers are. They aren't something that a few Master Masters can contend against. At the very least, even if Mount Fuyao uses up all of its people to block the next wave of attack from a certain Youzhou lieutenant's thousand armored soldiers, even the Youzhou General, Huangfu Ming, will be alarmed. It is said that this person's temperament is malicious and cruel. For the sake of an official position, he even handed over his own family to the Beiliang Palace, leaving him as the sole survivor. Only then did he slowly climb up to the position of Youzhou General. He himself comes from a wealthy family in the martial arts world, and he also holds the military authority of a province. He is well versed in methods to deal with the gangs of Jianghu. If this poisonous snake sets his eyes on him, Mount Fuyao's Immortal Coffin Cave will be intimately interdependent. Cave Lord, you and I should be facing a common enemy together to overcome this crisis! "
Mi Fengjie sneered, "Since we are in a situation where we can only win one, win two, and lose three, what's the point of forming an alliance? Won't we just throw away our lives in vain? According to your Mount Fuyao's logic, we should all flee as soon as possible."
Wei Jin hesitated for a moment and looked at Mountain Lord Zhang Juxian. The latter nodded lightly. Only then did Wei Jin say, "I have an idea, but I don't know if Cave Lord is willing to listen."
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