It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even in southern Zhejiang, there are occasional cool breezes.
Shuiyue Nunnery in the west of Longquan County in southern Zhejiang is densely populated with pines and cypresses, and camphors stand tall. In a quiet room, the nunnery master Qingxiao and Yi Qing sit aside, while Zheng Gui looks at the five long swords on the table and smiles.
, Liang Qi and other disciples stood behind the three of them. Next to the six lay disciples of the Hengshan Sect, there were seven or eight nuns in their twenties.
Shuiyue An has its own martial arts inheritance and is also part of the martial arts lineage. Although the owner of the nunnery, Master Qingxiao, is not a disciple of the Hengshan sect, he has close ties with the Hengshan sect. Although he is called a friend of Buddhism, he can actually be regarded as the master of the lower court of Hengshan.
After Zheng Gui, Yi Qing and his entourage arrived at Shuiyue Temple last night, Master Qingxiao immediately arranged a private room for everyone to rest, and also sent disciples to serve them, preparing medicinal materials, meals and water, etc.
When she learned that the Haisha Gang dared to attack Zheng Gui and Yi Qing, Master Qingxiao was furious. She immediately sent a letter to Yaoshi Liuli'an in Jiaxing to notify Dingyi.
On the third day, Zheng Gui, Yi Qing and other good people were all radiant after taking a rest. After dinner in the morning, Zheng Gui proposed the idea of begging for a Longquan sword to Master Qingxiao.
The master of the upper court asked, Master Qingxiao naturally did not dare to neglect, and immediately sent his disciples to fetch the five Longquan swords hidden in the nunnery.
Seeing Zheng Gui couldn't help but look at the sword on the table, Master Qingxiao smiled and said: "Uncle Ding, please see, this is my collection of Shuiyue Temple for hundreds of years. All five Longquan swords are as sharp as iron.
Mud treasure."
Zheng Gui reluctantly withdrew his eyes, turned to the thirty-year-old nephew Qingxiao and said, "Thank you, nephew Qingxiao."
As he spoke, Zheng Gui reached out and picked up a sword. Looking at the ancient scabbard, there was still some dust on it, and he knew that it had indeed been a long time ago.
After pulling out the sword blade, a white light flashed in the room. Master Qingxiao, Yi Qing and others all felt a sudden chill in the room, making them want to tighten their clothes.
"It is indeed a good sword!"
Yi Qing also stood up and picked up one. He drew his sword and saw the cold light piercing his bones and the sword's blade like frost. He couldn't help but admire it again and again.
Master Qingxiao stood up with a smile and said: "As long as Uncle Ding and Senior Sister Yiqing like it, it's not in vain that we have been collecting it for decades. Today the sword is no longer covered in dust, which is just right."
Zheng Gui pulled out the sword completely and flicked the sword spine. The sound of "buzzing" could not be heard. He put the sword into its sheath and said: "We have obtained Shuiyue'an's sword. Let's go to the Haisha Gang to seek revenge."
I no longer have any worries, thank you."
Yiqing also put away his swords and gave the other three to the three lay disciples with the worst martial arts skills, saying: "It's just that I took the treasure from your nunnery and surrendered to Senior Sister Qingxiao."
"Uncle Master, you're welcome. Shuiyue'an and Hengshan have the same spirit and are friends of the same religion. In addition, my master once listened to Buddhism under Master Cixin. Even though their martial arts are different, they are disciples of the same sect.
"Rise and fall, honor and disgrace are the top priority, how can a poor nun care about mere external things?"
Master Qingxiao waved his hands repeatedly, and Zheng Gui remembered that his group of seven people, carrying Xu Mengqing's ashes, encountered three groups of pursuers one after another on the way south, and fought five times. Fortunately, he took medicine one after another and rested for two days in Shuiyue An.
Finally, the remaining poison was eliminated and everything was back to normal. The hatred in my heart towards the Haisha Gang and Yunwu Chao could no longer be suppressed.
He didn't take his seat anymore. Zheng Gui looked at Yi Qing and others and said, "It's getting late. We have to go back to Hangzhou City to ask for an explanation. So we won't disturb Master Qingxiao and the others while they are practicing, right?"
Yi Qing, Liang Qi and other six women had long regarded Zheng Gui, who was determined to kill, as their backbone for many days, and they all agreed in unison when they heard the words.
After exchanging a few words of greetings, Zheng Gui, Yi Qing and the others left Shuiyue Temple neatly dressed, took dry food, and headed north with great fanfare.
Three days later, Zheng Gui, Yi Qing, Liang Qi and other disciples, whose robes were already stained with dried purple-black blood, walked to the south bank of the Qiantang River. Looking around, they could vaguely see the West Lake mountains on the north bank, as well as several mountains on the river.
Ten ships, large and small, came through the waves.
At this time, there were dozens of Haisha Gang disciples standing on each ship with sharp blades in their hands. In the three days since Zheng Gui and his party obtained the Longquan Sword and headed north, they had killed more than thirty masters of the Haisha Gang, and they were clearly let go.
The plan was to pick up the Haisha Gang and kill Yun Wuchao to avenge Xu Mengqing.
Relying on the power of the seven-man sword formation and the extremely sharp Longquan sword in his hand, Zheng Gui and his party were blocked by people and killed without any obstacles. This also made the Haisha Gang panic, and they actually struggled with thousands of gang members trying to kill them.
Seven people were surrounded and killed in front of the Qiantang River.
When Zheng Gui went down the mountain this time, he still had the mentality of traveling and gaining knowledge, and he did not expect to encounter poisoning and interception by the Haisha Gang. However, because he was the master of the matter, he ate a vegetarian meal in the market and everyone was poisoned.
Poisoned, the disciples of the Haisha Gang chased them, and almost all of them died on the banks of the Qiantang River. If he hadn't been involved, maybe Yiqing could have made the decision on his own and wouldn't have eaten in that market, so the poisoning wouldn't have happened.
What happens next.
Zheng Gui has always felt guilty about Xu Mengqing, thinking that he indirectly killed her, so he eagerly wanted to avenge her by killing people, and also to frighten and retaliate against the Haisha Gang.
Looking at the mighty Haisha Gang on the river, Zheng Gui was filled with excitement. He asked in a deep voice: "Yiqing, Liang Qi, are you six afraid?"
After many days of getting along, the girls have become more determined. Yi Qing remained silent, while Liang Qi and others said loudly: "Don't be afraid!"
Zheng Gui laughed and said: "Form up the sword formation, let's kill hard today!"
Yi Qing's face was sad. She wanted to dissuade her uncle, but when she thought of the way he killed people, she felt inexplicably afraid. She didn't dare to say anything anymore, so she could only obey silently.
Zheng Gui looked at the mighty fleet and reached the shore in an instant. Hundreds of gangsters with sharp knives surrounded the seven of him but did not take action. He grinned and said: "What? Are you afraid of the poor monk? I called you.
The leader of the gang is allowed to come in person. This matter is between us and him. He doesn’t dare to come in person, but wants you to risk your life in vain. How can you be worthy of being the leader of a gang?"
Although Zheng Gui's skill was not profound, the riverside was silent at this time, and these words were clearly heard by everyone with the blessing of his inner strength.
Sure enough, after listening to Zheng Gui's words, everyone in the Haisha Gang looked around. Apparently they had been frightened by Zheng Gui's ruthless methods and did not dare to charge forward.
At this time, the hearts of the disciples of the Haisha Gang were in a state of flux. If no heavyweight came forward to take command, their fighting spirit would be broken by Zheng Gui.
Yun Wuchao, who was hiding behind his disciples, secretly scolded Zheng Gui for his shrewdness. He could only sneer and jump out of the crowd, saying: "Monk Qing, how can you be a monk? You killed more than 50 members of my Haisha Gang for no reason in seven days. I am...
If you want to go to your family leader and the leader of the Left Alliance for comment, why do you want to go to me to commit harm?"
Zheng Gui sneered and said: "You ghost in the tide, don't be so messy. Don't you know how my nephew Xu Mengqing died? You sent people to plot against us with poisonous salt, and also sent people to intercept and kill us all the way.
You should have thought that today, since you dare to show up, you should be beheaded!"
As Zheng Gui spoke, he stopped talking about the rules of the world. He took a step forward and swung his sword, using a rare killing move in Hengshan swordsmanship.
"The Golden Needle saves the tribulation!"
The tip of the sword stabbed out flatly while beating, and in an instant it reached Yun Wuchao's chest.