Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 58: Some famous and upright sects are still quite upright
Li Si was walking on the road, but he was far from the only one walking on the road in the world of martial arts. It should be said that most people in the world of martial arts were walking on the road. This could be considered a lifestyle for people in the world of martial arts who were on the move all year round.
Some people walk fast, some walk leisurely, some ride at full speed, and some walk neither fast nor slow.
But since you are on the road, you are bound to encounter some unexpected events.
At the foot of Mount Tai, a middle-aged Taoist in a Taoist robe was preparing to return to the mountain. He was holding a sword in his hand, and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, giving him the appearance of a Taoist immortal.
His name is Zhong Nanji. He is the sword-wielding elder of Taishan Sect and one of the only two famous masters of Taishan Sect.
Moreover, he will not abdicate until Taishan Sect trains the next famous master.
However, it is so difficult to find a famous master. It requires not only talent, opportunity, but also hard work. If one of these three is missing, he will probably only be able to reach the first-rate level.
Usually, for a sect, it is considered good if one or two famous masters emerge every three or four hundred years.
Therefore, by the time the next sword-wielding elder takes over, he probably won't have many years left to live.
Well, it is really hard to have a leisurely life in this world.
Zhong Nanji thought so and shook his head at Mount Tai in the distance.
Although Mount Tai can be seen from this road, it is still some distance away. Occasionally, you can meet villagers passing by, merchants driving carts, or wanderers on the road.
Today was the same, he saw from afar a destitute old man asking a passerby for directions.
The passers-by were kind and listened to his questions patiently.
But the question the old man asked was strange. He asked passers-by, "Do you know where Jiang Lian'er is?"
Jiang Lian'er.
Zhong Nanji frowned slightly, a little puzzled. He knew Jiang Lian'er, a rising star in the martial arts world. She became famous at a young age and was known as the two great geniuses in the martial arts world, one after the other, together with the young master of the Iron Sword Sect. She was once very famous.
However, he has a calm personality and gradually disappeared from the world after becoming famous.
But why did this old man ask where Jiang Lian'er was?
Zhong Nanji was a little concerned, so he slowed down his pace a little and continued to listen to the conversation between the two.
The passerby scratched his hair, obviously unable to answer the old man's question.
So the next moment, the old man stretched out a palm and stabbed the passerby in the chest.
The power in his hand was enormous, his palm was like a knife, his arm was like a pillar. If he stabbed the passerby effectively, he would definitely not survive.
Zhong Nanji's eyes narrowed and the sword in his hand was unsheathed.
The sword moves like clouds, graceful yet sharp.
"Dang!" The sound of metal colliding was so loud that it made people's ears hurt.
The passerby fell to the ground with a pale face. In front of him, there was a long sword blocking the old man's palm.
Zhong Nanji held the sword, turned around and shouted at the passers-by.
"Hurry up and go to Mount Tai. There will be people there to protect you."
He asked the passerby to go to Mount Tai because he was not sure he could completely stop the old man in front of him, let alone save the passerby's life.
The reason was the sword just now.
When his sword touched the old man's palm, the old man's hand did not move at all, but his hand became numb.
This old man practiced external skills, and he was very good at it.
After hearing what Zhong Nanji said, the passers-by hurriedly got up from the ground and ran towards Taishan for their lives.
Zhong Nanji turned around, looked at the old man in front of him, frowned, and spoke sternly.
"He was kind enough to answer your question, why did you want to kill him?"
The old man lowered his head, seeming a little surprised that his hand was stopped. He raised his eyes with interest and met Zhong Nanji's gaze.
"If he can't answer my question, then he is useless. There is no need for useless people to live."
This person... must have already entered the path of evil.
Zhong Nanji's frown deepened.
Because he knew that if that were the case, the next fight would probably be a matter of life or death.
Taishan Sect has always been a famous and upright sect, doing things in a proper and upright manner. Such evil and unorthodox practices must not be allowed to cause harm.
"Ziz!" The long sword dragged across the palm, making a sharp sound.
Zhong Nanji stepped back, holding his sword horizontally, ready to attack.
"Who are you?"
He asked out loud because he felt that the man in front of him looked familiar.
"Haha." The old man laughed twice grimly and put down his hand: "It seems that I haven't been out for so long that no one recognizes me."
As he spoke, he used his hands to push away the hair in front of his face, revealing a ghost-like face and a hideous smile underneath.
Zhong Nanji's eyes suddenly widened , as if he had seen something unbelievable.
The powerful external skills combined with such a face could only remind him of one person, a person from more than 20 years ago.
"Yin Wuli..."
Zhong Nanji said in a low voice.
"Yeah." Yin Wuli put down his hair with satisfaction: "It seems that someone still remembers me. In return, I will give you a quick death later."
"You actually escaped ." Zhong Nanji's face looked ugly.
"Then I have to thank someone." Yin Wuli smiled and put his hands behind his back, looking like an ordinary old man.
"Although I don't know who he is, he is really good at picking locks."
Although Yin Wuli's external skills were strong, he was unable to break the chains specially made for him in the Heavenly Prison, which caused him to be locked up in that dark prison for more than twenty years.
If a man hadn't escaped from prison a few days ago and accidentally dropped the key in front of his cell door when he knocked out the jailer, he really wouldn't have been able to get out.
However, Yin Wuli did not really know Li Si. After all, when he was imprisoned, Li Si was still living in the valley.
"Hu." Zhong Nanji let out a deep breath, holding the sword in his hand, motionless.
"Then it seems that I have to send you in again."
"Okay." Yin Wuli opened his mouth and said with a smile, "If you can do it."
As soon as the words fell, two figures approached rapidly.
One of them leaped into the air like a breeze and flew with a sword. Another of them stepped with great force and the ground shook slightly.
In mid-air, the long sword fell with a cold light, like a falling star.
Behind the long sword, Zhong Nanji's expression was grim. He knew that he was probably no match for Yin Wuli, and he also knew that a single mistake could lead to his death here today.
But if you are a decent person, you should do what you should do and not do what you shouldn’t do.
No matter what, he would not let Yin Wuli kill people in front of him.
He, Taishan, has never been afraid of demons or evil. With a sword in hand, he should eliminate demons and defend the way, without fearing death or the disappearance of his way.
