Cyber Daming

Since the snow melted in spring, the mountain path in front of the Wudang Mountain Gate Archway has never been clean again.

The layer of bright red blood hadn't dried yet, but it was immediately covered with a new layer.

All kinds of broken Taoist weapons were discarded by the disciples of Wudang Mountain who hurriedly returned to the mountain, and they were piled up under the green pines planted by the roadside to form tombs with unknown meanings.

The bells on Tianzhu Peak keep ringing all day long, and the air is filled with incense smoke from various temples.

The atmosphere of the entire sect was solemn and depressing, like the dark clouds lingering in mid-air, and everything looked gloomy and gloomy.

Even the black and white world in Chen Qisheng's eyes became darker and darker, and it seemed that it would soon return to darkness.

"Those grandsons from Zixiao Palace are really petty. We didn't kill them. Why are they taking it out on us?"

Zhao Yanlong was squatting on the mountain road at the moment, immersed in wiping the blood that had penetrated into the gaps between the bricks and stones, and kept cursing in a low voice.

After being transferred to Tianmen Hall, cleaning the mountain roads became his and Chen Qisheng's main daily job.

Originally, such chores did not require them to do it themselves, and were handled by specialized yellow scarf warriors.

But for some unknown reason, the saying that the two brothers were transferred from the Demon-Conquering Hall to the Tianmen Hall because they were greedy for life and afraid of death and avoided the war spread like wildfire among the mountain gates.

The various palaces in Wudang Mountain became increasingly hostile to them, and all kinds of overt and covert sarcasm and ridicule were common.

And as the fighting at the foot of the mountain became increasingly fierce, it gradually evolved into a deliberate attack to vent anger.

Zixiao Palace, who is responsible for the internal affairs of the entire Wudang Mountain, directly issued an order. On the one hand, it required Tianmen Palace to sweep the Zongmen Mountain Road day and night to ensure that it was spotless. On the one hand, they took away all the yellow scarf warriors and sasou Taoist weapons in Tianmen Hall.

The meaning is self-evident, which is to humiliate the two "cowards" Chen Qisheng and Zhao Yanlong.

"Damn it, we used to be affectionate with each other, but now that Master Tao has lost his power, all of them have turned their backs on each other and used all kinds of tricks to humiliate Master Tao. The world is really cold and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

The corner of the rag was wrapped around his finger, and he finally wiped away the blood that dripped into the cracks in the masonry.

Zhao Yanlong wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned over and sat down on the mountain path, threw the rag at his feet angrily, and turned to look at Chen Qisheng who was cleaning up the remains of Taoist weapons under a tree.

"Junior brother, you should also take a rest. If you clean it up now, it won't be long before it is full again."

Looking at the remains of Taoist weapons scattered everywhere, Zhao Yanlong pursed his lips in distress.

"I don't know what the elders of the sect are thinking now. Can't they survive this day? Although these Taoist weapons have been smashed, they still have the value of being recycled. How can they be lost like this?! Even if there are those new sects The supply of doors shouldn’t be wasted like this.”

Zhao Yanlong complained and slapped his sore waist.

Since being transferred to Tianmen Hall, he feels that his Taoist body is getting worse day by day, and the true energy contained in the Taoist foundation is also getting thinner and thinner. In just a few months, he was about to fall to the level of Xu Jiu.

Zhao Yanlong vaguely guessed the reason, but he never mentioned it to Chen Qisheng.

"Junior brother, can you stop acting like a dull gourd? At least talk to me about your senior brother."

"Go away."

Before Zhao Yanlong finished speaking, an angry roar suddenly came from down the mountain.

A group of Wudang Mountain Taoists, covered in the strong smell of blood, ran wildly on the mountain road, with a breathtaking ferocity and murderous look still on their faces.

They are from the Demon-Conquering Hall!

Zhao Yanlong saw the decorations on the other party's Taoist robe at a glance, and his heart suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly moved aside.

The figures passed by in a hurry, and these people didn't bother to take a second look at Zhao Yanlong who was saluting by the roadside.

When they left, the green bricks of the mountain road that had just been wiped were sprinkled with eye-catching blood spots.

Zhao Yanlong sighed quietly, but the eyes he had just raised suddenly tightened, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of his junior brother.

"Do you know who the person who was sent up the mountain just now is?"

He Zhu stared intently at Chen Qisheng, his stubble-covered lips tightening extremely tightly.

"It's Wu Yin! The Wu Yin who once stood side by side with you and faced the Black Flag Society's Wu Xu in Suzhou Mansion! He is dead. He died in the hands of the Black Flag Society. His body died and his Taoism disappeared. He will never survive again. !”

He Zhu took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anger, and looked at the remains of the Taoist weapon held in Chen Qisheng's hand.

"Look what you are doing now? Do you still know how to sacrifice the flying sword and how to activate the talisman? Chen Qisheng, why on earth have you become so afraid of death?"

"Senior brother, don't be angry. Junior brother can understand your current mood. But each palace on this mountain has its own responsibilities. The responsibility of our Tianmen Palace is not to resist the enemies of the outer order. If we can manage and protect the mountain gate, we are also serving the sect. Make a contribution to the door.”

Zhao Yanlong bowed and clasped his fists to apologize, then hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Is there a place for you to talk here?!"

He Zhu glanced over, and a cold light suddenly shot out from his waving sleeves, going straight to Zhao Yanlong's eyebrows.

Phew!

Zhao Yanlong's figure stood frozen on the spot, a line of blood flowing down from between his eyebrows.

The sharp tip of the sword was positioned just a hair's breadth between his eyebrows, and was caught by Chen Qisheng's bare hands as he dodged.

Buzz.

The sword body trembled continuously in the five fingers, and the sharp edge cut open the flesh and blood of the palm, and dripping blood continued to drip along the fingers.

"you"

Zhao Yanlong, who had been through the gate of hell, was shocked and angry, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed back the curse he was about to blurt out.

"Senior brother, our fellow disciples are no longer members of the Demon Subduing Palace. If you have any dissatisfaction in your heart, you can complain to Zixiao Palace. But don't forget, we are still disciples of Wudang Mountain. We are good at killing fellow sects. This is a sect. capital offense!"

He Zhu turned a deaf ear to Zhao Yanlong's threats, and still looked at the silent Chen Qisheng.

"You are not Chen Qisheng."

He Zhu shook his head and said to himself: "You can hide here well. Here, the blood at the foot of the mountain cannot stain you."

After saying that, the Taoist turned around and walked towards the mountain road. There were dried blood stains everywhere on his green robe. His back was lonely, but his back was straight and straight, as proud as a sword.

Clang.

The flying sword with its tail flame extinguished fell to the ground, and the scarlet blood on the sword slowly seeped into the gaps in the blue bricks.

The blood on Wudang Mountain Road still cannot be dried and wiped away.

Boom.

The bell on Tianzhu Peak rings day and night.

On the threshold in front of Tianmen Hall, Zhao Yanlong was drinking wine with his head down.

Ever since he broke his drinking habit on the day Chen Qisheng returned to the mountain gate, Zhao Yanlong was out of control and drank and had fun all day long.

Especially today, he felt that the wine was particularly sweet and intoxicating.

"Lu Xinzhi of Nanyan Palace died in Shu. Ning Shan of Fuzhen Temple died in Liaodong. Even Li Xiangzhao of Yuxu Palace, who was usually the most cunning bastard, I heard that he was hacked to death in Fuzhou. At the beach, even the body has not been found yet.”

Zhao Yanlong murmured in his mouth: "You fools who can't tell how much you weigh, and you are not from the Demon-Conquering Palace, why do you have to go play with others? Can't you just stay on the mountain? You're good now Damn, all the smiling faces I can still see on this mountain are dead."

Zhao Yanlong raised his blurry and drunken eyes, raised the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the black night above his head where the sky and moon were missing.

"Lu Xinzhi, Ning Shan, Li Xiangzhao, if your souls haven't been reincarnated yet, get out of here and have a drink with me again!"

Wind brushed past his shoulders and blew into the shadow of the Taoist temple behind him.

Under the mottled statue of the god, several spiritual tablets made of carved talismans and seals were enshrined on the altar.

On the surface of the seal that had been smoothed with bare hands, the names that Zhao Yanlong had read were written neatly on it.

The incense burner in front of the tomb was filled with burned out incense stems.

"Are you here?"

With the breeze blowing on his face, Zhao Yanlong raised the wine bottle and laughed: "Why are you in a hurry? Drink this cup first, and then the Taoist Master will light the incense for you. All of them, all of them!"

Without the bustle of the past, the peach blossoms on Wudang Mountain are blooming exceptionally well this year.

Zhao Yanlong was hungover all night and couldn't get up, leaving Chen Qisheng alone to sweep the mountain.

The bells of Tianzhu Peak finally stopped in the early morning, and the endless mountain road seemed particularly quiet.

Chen Qisheng unexpectedly saw a familiar figure on the mountain road.

It's He Zhu.

After not seeing him for a month, the stubble on He Zhu's mouth had grown into a messy beard, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

Chen Qisheng frowned, his solemn gaze focused on his left and right sleeves.

The place was empty at this time.

"coming?"

He Zhu seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and there was still dew on his clothes and shoulders.

This time, he didn't have the sharp edge of the past, and for the first time, he showed a smile towards Chen Qisheng.

"your hands?"

Chen Qisheng spoke slowly, but his voice was particularly hoarse.

"I lost it in Daming Mansion a few days ago."

He Zhu lowered his head and glanced at the two empty sleeves, then raised his head and smiled calmly: "But it's not a loss if I exchange two Wu Xu's lives."

"The mountain road was swept well."

He Zhu leaned over and turned his shoulders, his sleeves sweeping across the steps.

"Let's sit down and talk."

The two sat side by side, looking at the reddening sky in the distance, and fell into silence at the same time.

"During this period, so many corpses were sent up the mountain. It must be very hard for you, right?"

After a while, He Zhu broke the dullness and said softly: "You don't have to go to such trouble in the future. I told Zixiao Palace and they will send a group of yellow scarf warriors to clean up."

Chen Qisheng's heart began to stir and he asked, "Is the matter at the foot of the mountain over?"

"Yeah, it's finally over."

He Zhu nodded, "Four hours ago, news came from Liaodong that Zhenlu Court had been breached. In the past, all ten Martial Arts Sects have been destroyed. Although some people are still on the run, the overall situation has been decided. This The world divides its forces, and we win.”

"It's just that from now on, I'm afraid there will no longer be a Demon-Conquering Palace on Tianzhu Peak."

He Zhu said in a sad tone: "The brothers and sisters who once fought with me side by side, now you are the only one left."

A few words, but enough to describe the tragedy.

The bell of Tianzhu Peak has been ringing for several months, and every sound is the death of a disciple of Wudang Mountain.

Is it worth it?

Chen Qisheng had no answer.

If we look back from the perspective of future generations, the sacrifice of Wudang Mountain is certainly not worth it. Everything they did was a wedding dress for the new sect, and their own ending was the same as that of the destroyed Wuxu sect.

But if it’s not worth it, why does Wudang Mountain insist on participating in it?

Is the false name of the 'Tao Sect Ancestral Court' worthy of being exchanged for the lives of so many sect members?

"I used to think that your choice was wrong. You abandoned the sect and you were greedy for life and afraid of death. But now that I have seen so many brothers die tragically at the foot of the mountain, I suddenly understand."

He Zhu looked at the rising sun that was about to break through the barrier of the distant mountains, and said softly: "Taoists of my generation have been favored by God. We have awakened sequence genes in the confusion of reincarnation, cultivated our bodies, refined our true energy, and cultivated our Taoist foundation. We have gone through countless difficulties. He was finally able to enter the Tao, but this was only the first step in a journey of thousands of miles."

"Fighting for the sect is certainly commendable, but surviving tenaciously sometimes requires more courage than dying. And as long as there are people alive, the true martial arts will not be cut off, and they will also contribute to the sect."

He Zhu turned to look at Chen Qisheng and said with a smile, "I want to apologize for what happened that day."

"No."

Chen Qisheng shook his head, but heard He Zhu laugh and scold: "No need, I asked you to tell Zhao Yanlong. As for you kid, your senior brother, it's fine if I don't beat you to death. Do you still want to hear me apologize to you? Do you? What a spring and autumn dream!”

"When he sobered up, if he had known that this was going to happen, he would probably have regretted it, slapped himself hard a few times. That day you stabbed him with a flying sword, and he scolded him a lot after he came back. Half a month’s time.”

"Zhao Yanlong is a good man. Although I don't agree with his behavior and actions, it is your blessing to have such a senior brother."

He Zhuxiang suddenly remembered something and joked: "A person like him shouldn't go to Wudang Mountain. If he joins the new Taoist order, I guess he must be at least a master of the fifth order."

"Remember, I will persuade him to switch to Shanmen later."

He Zhu looked over sideways and sneered, "You can try it."

Chen Qisheng smiled slightly, and moved his left hand that was originally on his knee to the steps without leaving a trace, and gently lifted up the other person's sleeve that had fallen on the steps.

"Now that the division of military power in the world has ended, there will probably be no more fights within the empire in the next few decades."

He Zhu said: "Don't stay in Tianmen Palace. Change your place. You were born to be a true martial artist. Don't delay yourself."

"Yeah, remember."

Chen Qisheng responded softly.

"I'm going down the mountain"

Perhaps sensing Chen Qisheng's suddenly gloomy expression, He Zhu smiled and explained: "Don't think so bad about the sect. This is Wudang Mountain, and there are no such bloody things."

"The sect gave me a position as the master of the branch temple. I set a precedent for the sect by going down the mountain to observe with a mutilated body."

He Zhu moved his shoulders slightly, as if he wanted to pat Chen Qisheng's shoulder, but his sleeves were in vain.

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, and said with a smile: "The place is not bad, it is in Suzhou Prefecture, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, which is suitable for people to provide care for the elderly. If you have a chance in the future, remember to come and see me."

"But let me say it first. If you are still sweeping the mountain roads in the sect, then don't blame your senior brother, I will kick you out."

After finishing speaking, He Zhu seemed to have let go of the last concern in his heart, stood up gracefully, and walked down the mountain.

In the distance, the morning sun has risen, spreading red light across the sky and earth.

Chen Qisheng cupped his hands and clasped his fists towards the retreating figure, but suddenly, a chill eroded his heart.

The red light all over the place faded away in an instant, and the black light of night occupied the sky. Looking at the densely packed stars made one's heart feel chilly.

"Brother!"

"Um?"

He Zhu turned around blankly when he heard the shouting from behind, and his eyes reflected the figure of Chen Qisheng flying towards him.

The world is turned upside down, and murderous intent emerges.

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck Chen Qisheng's fingertips and fell, completely engulfing He Zhu's figure.

The aftermath of the explosion blew Chen Qisheng away and fell onto the mountain road.

Boom!

The silent bell on Tianzhu Peak rang again, but was instantly covered up by even louder thunder.

"Zhang Xiji, how dare you betray your trust and violate my Wudang?"

The sky thundered and there were few voices.

The empty Taoist palaces were blown to pieces in the rain of thunder.

"I won't let you, a despicable villain, die today. You will have no face to face the ancestors of Wudang!"

A voice like a bell echoed between heaven and earth, and an extremely thick sword light rose from the top of Tianzhu Peak and went straight towards the bullfighting.

The stars in the sky exploded in the sword light, turning into streaks of fire and quickly disappearing in the sky.

It was like a magnificent scene of gods fighting, but Chen Qisheng, who was standing on the mountain road, had no time to look at it at the moment.

He Zhu's body had turned into ashes and dissipated, leaving only a deep pit in place.

Further down the mountain road, as far as the eye can see, the Maoshan Yellow Turban warriors are already rolling up like a tide.

"Junior brother, what are you doing standing still? Run away!"

Zhao Yanlong, who was awakened by the thunder, staggered over from the direction of Tianmen Hall, shouting anxiously.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened, the killing intent that filled the world made his whole body weak and it was very difficult to move his hands and feet.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Zhao Yanlong rushed to Chen Qisheng's side with all his strength and reached out to grab his sleeve.

"Brother, I won't run away this time."

Chen Qisheng grabbed Zhao Yanlong's wrist with his backhand and gently shook it away.

"What are you crazy about?"

Zhao Yanlong roared in disbelief: "This is Wudang Mountain. No matter how powerful these intruders are, the palace masters and elders on the mountain will let them come and go without any return. There is no need for you to show off your strength."

"Brother, I'm not trying to be brave."

Chen Qisheng looked at the enemies surging all over the mountains and plains, and the true energy in his Dao base was surging, and a faint white mist rose from his body.

"It's just that some people and things are really more important than life."

More important than life.

This sentence echoed in his mind like thunder. Zhao Yanlong stared at Chen Qisheng's background, and his expression kept changing between shame, anger, and confusion.

For no reason, he suddenly remembered the few spirit tablets he secretly worshipped in the temple.

Lu Xinzhi, Ningshan, Li Xiangzhao

Remembered the breeze that night, the incense that night, and the wine.

At this moment, the emotions surging in his heart were too calm.

"I didn't expect that one day, you would come to teach me the Dao."

Zhao Yanlong raised his hand and rubbed his face, revealing a free and easy smile as if relieved.

"You're right. Behind us is Wudang Mountain. Where can we escape?"

He walked side by side with Chen Qisheng, raised his hand and pointed at the densely packed yellow-turbaned warriors in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Junior brother, do you think there will be a few words in the history of our Wudang in the future, writing my name, Zhao Yanlong, and what I did today?"

"Yes."

Chen Qisheng turned his head and looked at him, his tone firm.

At this moment, in his eyes, the world was no longer just a desolate black and white, but a magnificent color.

He finally saw the face of the person in front of him and the mountain behind him.

"It's enough to leave a name."

Zhao Yanlong's smile disappeared, bloodshot eyes, looking down at the mountain, roaring!

"Those who offend Wudang will die!"