Mu Qingxiao rode on his sword and followed the winding path. At the end of the path was a steep cliff that was over a hundred meters tall. There were a few places where Mu Qingxiao could use as leverage. Those who were smart and had a good foundation in Qinggong would be able to climb up.
Putting away his soul sword, Mu Qingxiao arrived at the top of the cliff in a flash. There was a wide plain on top of the cliff and a small hill a few thousand meters away. Without a doubt, Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb was here.
A few seconds later, Mu Qingxiao was standing in front of the small hill. There was a huge cave right in front of him.
After entering the cave, it was extremely spacious. There were only some rocks piled up in the middle. According to the plot, this must be where Dugu Qiubai was buried.
Mu Qingxiao did not see the giant eagle in the cave. It must have gone out to look for food.
Otherwise, it would have chased him away. However, Dugu Qiubai's life was too lonely. He was so invincible that he did not have any friends.
Mu Qingxiao did not stop to pray. He did not even kneel to the heavens. How could he kneel to Dugu Qiubai?
Instead, he followed the path in the cave and arrived at the back of the mountain. There were lush trees in his sight and the mountain air was refreshing. He walked over to enjoy the scenery. After a short while, he arrived at a cliff that was about a hundred meters away.
The cliff was like a huge screen that soared into the sky. About twenty meters above the ground in the middle of the cliff, there was a huge rock that was about thirty to forty meters wide. It looked like a platform and there were some words carved on the rock.
Mu Qingxiao's gaze landed on the cliff. There were two ancient words carved on it: "Sword Tomb." When he arrived at the bottom of the sword tomb, he noticed that there was another sentence carved on the left side of the cliff.
"I have been roaming the Jianghu for more than thirty years. I have killed all my enemies and defeated all my heroes. There is no one in the world who can stand up to me. I have no choice but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and treat the eagle as my friend. Alas, I have never found a worthy opponent in my life.
These words were naturally left behind by Dugu Qiubai. Just these simple words were enough to reveal the might of this peerless swordsman who looked down upon the world, and it also revealed the loneliness and bleakness in his heart.
Moving her gaze away, Mu Qingxiao focused on the moss-covered sword platform. She jumped onto the platform and found the swords that Dugu Qiubai had used in his life.
Mu Qingxiao picked up the first sword on her right, and saw two lines of small characters engraved on the rock below the sword: 'Swift and fierce, invincible, weak and strong, able to contend against the heroes of Heshuo.
The sword was about four feet long and shone with a green light. It was indeed a rare weapon, but Mu Qingxiao was not interested in it, so she put it back where it was.
The second sword was originally the Crape Myrtle Flexible Sword, but it was abandoned by Dugu Qiubai. Naturally, it would not appear here.
The third sword was the target of her mission, the Black Iron Heavy Sword. The heavy sword was edgeless, and it was very delicate. Before the age of 40, Dugu Qiubai had used it to dominate the world.
The sword was black and looked normal, but it was extremely heavy. The sword was about three feet long, but it weighed no less than forty kilograms. It was several times heavier than the heaviest golden sabers and halberds on the battlefield.
When Mu Qingxiao picked up the Black Iron Heavy Sword, a system notification sounded in his mind: 'Ding! Mission completed. Reward points: 500.'
Immediately, the soul sword flew out from the Yin Yang Jade and brought the Black Iron Heavy Sword back, starting to fuse and refine it.
Mu Qingxiao focused on the fourth sword.
It was a wooden sword that had already decayed. The reason was that after Dugu Qiubai turned 40, he no longer focused on objects. Grass, trees, bamboo, and stones could all be used as swords. Since then, he had refined his cultivation and gradually surpassed the realm of having a sword without a sword.
Using grass, trees, bamboo, and stones as swords was the proof of entering the realm of Great Guru. Mu Qingxiao couldn't help but exclaim that he was a genius!
Now that he had the Black Iron Heavy Sword and completed the mission, there was no need for Mu Qingxiao to stay. However, without the lively and cheerful figure, he felt empty in his heart.
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An hour later, Mu Qingxiao was already standing outside Xiangyang City. He slowly stepped into the quaint city. He had nowhere to go during this period of time, so he might as well settle down here so that he could carry out his plan when the time came.
The mission of the Wulin Chief must be completed. As for leading the army against the Mongols, both the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties had strict supervision of military power.
Mu Qingxiao had not reached the point where he was so bored that he planned to rebel.
In the plot, Guo Jing did defend Xiangyang to the death. However, in reality, he was only a righteous man in Xiangyang City. He led the young men to help defend the city. He wasn't even a militia. No wonder he died in battle.
Of course, Mu Qingxiao couldn't do that. The imperial court didn't have soldiers, but he could create one himself. There were countless heroes in Jianghu.
As long as he became the Wulin Chief, he could suppress them with force. He believed that there would be plenty of people who would rush to him for fame or benefits.
Moreover, he had not forgotten about the Quan Zhen Sect. If he could defeat the Mongols, then Qiu Chuji, who was a heroic and unrestrained hero for the country and its people, would definitely participate in the battle if he was given a chance!
There were still 20 years before the Mongols invaded the Central Plains. He had a lot of time to prepare.
At this time, Xiangyang City was very lively. Merchants were shouting on the streets, working hard for a living. There were many heroes among the bustling crowd.
Mu Qingxiao was a little hungry as he walked on the streets. Thus, he found a hotel with better business. The first floor was already full, so he went straight to the second floor. There was an old man telling a story in the middle of the second floor.
Mu Qingxiao had nothing to do, so he found a seat by the window. Before he sat down, The Waiter came up with a tablecloth and wiped the table for him. He didn't forget to ask, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"
Mu Qingxiao took out some silver and said, "Bring out your restaurant's signature dishes and give me two pots of good wine."
"Alright, Young Master, please wait for a moment and drink a cup of water to quench your thirst." As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter filled Mu Qingxiao's cup with water and turned to leave.
Mu Qingxiao picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. He listened to the old storyteller talk about the history of Hero Guo Jing's growth and the Five Unique Skills.
After a while, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes came to Mu Qingxiao with good wine and dishes.
From his clothes, he seemed to be the owner of this restaurant. The Waiter carried two pots of wine and walked behind him respectfully.
"Sir, I'm really fated to meet you here. I didn't expect to see you here."
Mu Qingxiao put down the teacup and looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was confused. He didn't understand what he meant.
They didn't know each other. How could they be fated to meet?
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