After dinner on this day, Yue Buqun was about to go down the mountain to consolidate the name of "Gentleman Sword". As usual, he reminded his disciples to pay attention to it.

Shen Yuanjing was not a sensational person, but suddenly spoke: "Master, this time I went down the mountain to get rid of the thieves Zhang Yuanwai mentioned by Fengling Du?"

"That's right. Mr. Zhang wrote to him and threw a bunch of property, saying that these thieves had committed many evil deeds. He made great contributions to this sect. Now he sent someone to invite him, so he had to go."

"Master thinks how good are these thieves' martial arts?"

"You have to go down the mountain to ask carefully before you can know. However, the martial arts of Zhang Yuanwai's servants who protect property were mediocre, but they could escape safely. I think the thief is not a powerful character." Although Yue Buqun did not quite understand Shen Yuanjing's purpose, he also told all the news he knew: "At most ten days, this matter can be settled."

"Since that's the case, why do you need Master to take action? I can go!"

"What? No!" Yue Buqun's face immediately darkened: "You are still young and have no experience in the martial arts world. Let's talk about it when you grow up!"

"After the end of the year, I am eighteen, not small." Shen Yuanjing said kindly: "Besides, I have the experience in the martial arts world."

Yue Buqun knew that Shen Yuanjing was talking about what happened before going up the mountain. A child lurked for several years to kill his enemies and went north to learn art. These experiences are indeed considered as experience in the martial arts world.

He was supposed to refuse, but he thought that Yuan Jing has always been the most obedient and attentive child. He has not caused any trouble in three years. This time he wanted to go down the mountain, he should be Jingji and moved or simply young and energetic: "Well, I will take you and Chong'er down the mountain this time."

"Why do you need this? My junior brother and I can solve it? Where can we use the master to take action? Wouldn't it be that the power of the Huashan Sect have fallen!" Before Shen Yuanjing said anything, Linghu Chong could hardly hold back and jumped up. Master followed him down the mountain. Where did he get the opportunity to steal wine?

Linghu Chong has followed Yue Buqun or the manager to visit the town at the foot of the mountain several times in the past two years. He has some experience in the market, and Shen Yuanjing has always been stable, so this is feasible.

"What do you think of junior sister?" Yue Buqun thought for a while and looked at Ning Zhongze. There were no other brothers on the mountain, and only his wife could discuss it. They were married to each other and were used to calling each other when they were young. After getting married, they were still called by brothers and sisters.

Ning Zhongze was relieved that Shen Yuanjing was looking at Linghu Chong on the other side, with a smile on his face, and said, "Senior Brother, Chong'er and Yuanjing are both old, and it's time for them to go out for some experience."

"But they..." Yue Buqun said halfway, and saw Ning Zhongze give him a look. He immediately understood, then stopped talking and turned to face his disciples: "Yuan Jing, since you have the intention, then fulfill your wish and go down the mountain with Chong'er to get rid of the thieves."

After saying that, he looked at Linghu Chong who was overjoyed and said in a stern tone: "Chong'er, although you are a senior brother, you have shallow experience in the world. After going down the mountain, you have to discuss with Yuan Jing more, especially if you can't drink, do you know?"

Hearing that he could go down the mountain, Linghu Chong was so happy that he couldn't find North. He listened to his master's words, he naturally be timid and did not dare to refute it.

After breakfast the next day, Shen Yuanjing and Linghu Chong carried their luggage and went down the mountain with their envious eyes of their junior brothers and sisters.

Shortly after the two left, Yue Buqun followed quietly.

...

Fenglingdu is located at the junction of Shanxi, Shaanxi and Henan provinces. The Yellow River, Wei River and Luo River meet here and face each other across Tongguan. Fenghou, a famous official during the Yellow Emperor period, was buried here, hence the name.

For Shen Yuanjing, the more famous legend of Fenglingdu was that Guo Xiang, the founder of Emei Sect, first met the magical eagle hero Yang Guo here.

When he saw Yang Guo, he missed his life, so that the second-generation ancestors of Emei were called Master Fengling. However, in the world of Swordsmanship, the heads and disciples of the Emei Sect have become men. The deeds of the predecessors and famous heroes have disappeared into the long river of history.

Huashan is only sixty or seventy miles away. Shen Yuanjing and Linghu Chong rode a horse in the morning and arrived outside Zhang Yuanwai's village in the afternoon.

When he heard that the people from the Huashan Sect came, Mr. Zhang hurriedly came out to greet him. Although the Huashan Sect declined, the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun was still a well-known figure in the world. With him one day, the Huashan Sect was a first-class sect, and it was no problem to shock the surrounding silence to protect the safety of the surrounding area.

A young man in front of him had a long face, sword-browed eyebrows, thin lips, but his hair was a little messy, his clothes were open, and his face was lazy. When he saw his master come out, he bowed and said, "Linghu Chong in Huashan, I have met Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Yuanwai, the first disciple of Huashan, naturally heard the name of Zhang Yuanwai. The disappointment in his heart just now disappeared immediately and he bowed enthusiastically to the ceremony: "Young Master Linghu is really energetic. How good is Mr. Yue and Mrs.?"

"Master and Master are in good health. Thank you for your care!" Linghu Chong's face turned solemn and he bowed back. Then he took a step to the side and asked Shen Yuanjing who was behind him to introduce, "This is my second junior brother Shen Yuanjing."

Zhang Yuanwai's eyes lit up. The man in front of him had a sharp eyebrows, a handsome face, and an extraordinary appearance. Although he looked a little cold on his face, it was rare that there was no arrogance between his eyebrows that would keep people from thousands of miles away, but instead had a kind of literary spirit of a scholar.

After leading the two into the main hall to serve refreshments, Mr. Zhang hurriedly asked someone to arrange a banquet and asked his son to come out to accompany him.

Shen Yuanjing was just cold-hearted and didn't like to deal with many people, but he was just like ordinary people and did not refuse the banquet. He just took advantage of the preparations to ask Mr. Zhang to ask the escaped shopkeepers.

"Is it a Lone Peak Mountain?"

"It must be them. This group of people came to the north, but they were not very fierce. They have done several major cases in more than a month. I heard that a small village in the west is gone."

"Okay." Shen Yuanjing asked the location of the thief clearly, and saw a few shopkeepers with frivolous steps, so he stopped talking and allowed Linghu Chong to deal with Zhang Yuanwai's flattery.

There was indeed wine at the dinner table, and Shen Yuanjing did not advise Linghu Chong not to drink it, but just expressed his thoughts that he would set off for Gufeng Mountain after the meal.

Seeing that his junior brother insisted on leaving today, Linghu Chong did not dare to drink too much, so he could only taste it and satisfy his cravings. However, the full pot of wine offered by Mr. Zhang later made him overjoyed.

After drinking and eating, Shen Yuanjing, Linghu Chong and two farmers set off. After traveling for about fifty or sixty miles, the sky was getting darker and the horses were exhausted. So he found a small river to stop and prepared to rest for a night.

One of the two shopkeepers went to pick up some dry firewood and the other took care of the horses. Linghu Chong was also happy and drank a sip of wine. When he turned around, he saw Shen Yuanjing meditating on a large stone by the river.

At this time, the setting sun sets, setting off the golden clouds in the sky. The breeze blows up a dead leaf and falls into the river, leaving with the flowing water.

"My junior brother always works so hard. He either reads books or practices swordsmanship on weekdays, and he doesn't take a break when he comes out."

“The foundation is unstable.”

"Cough cough", Linghu Chong choked when he heard Shen Yuanjing's words. If Shen Yuanjing's foundation is unstable, then do other second-generation disciples in Huashan practice cotton playback on weekdays?

"You are joking. Master is so strict that he can't find any problem with you. Although I have never seen you take action on weekdays, I think I, the senior brother, are not your opponent. If your foundation is unstable, I will not be able to find a piece of tofu to kill you?"

"The foundation of the Huashan School is unstable." Shen Yuanjing didn't say much. With the understanding of this senior brother, he would definitely understand the meaning of this sentence.
Chapter completed!