Most of the famous elders in the world have the hobby of seclusion, which can last for months or years. They stay in seclusion and do their own thing. A very small number of them go into seclusion to practice peerless martial arts, and most of the rest have other pursuits. They are either hiding away from the harassment of ordinary people, or they are just pretending and telling stories. If they don't go into seclusion, wouldn't they look like they are doing something else? Aren’t you that smart? Where does my authority lie? Where is the majesty of this sect?
For "Bronze Dragon" Jiang Boqu, seclusion is just a cover to hide from others. He just wants to take this opportunity to avoid the leader Song Dian and sneak down the mountain to relax from time to time. He knew the ins and outs of the Qixia Sect better than anyone else. With those mediocre country fighters, they could chop wood and grow vegetables, but they were far behind in sword practice. But Song Dian was ambitious and wanted to make the Qixia Sect among the five major sects in the Central Plains. He selected Min Zhongchun from among thousands of people and trained him carefully.
Jiang Boqu was used to being lazy, giving random instructions on a set of swordsmanship, hiding in seclusion, and leaving the Qixia Sect's secular affairs to Song Dian. He privately believed that Min Zhongchun had an impetuous temperament and was a posturing person, and at best he was just a conservative. If his junior brother passed the position of leader to him a hundred years later, the Qixia Sect would at most maintain the status quo. As for flourishing in his hands, he would not even think about it. think.
Even though Min Zhongchun had various shortcomings, he was already the best disciple Song Dian could find. Puyu, who was truly calm and talented, had long been recruited by the famous sect, and had no chance to turn to the Qixia sect.
However, Jiang Boqu never expected that his junior brother would be so impatient and intervene in the civil strife of the Tianlong Gang. At the invitation of Xingchuan branch helmsman Zhao Yanzhi, they jointly attacked Jinkou Medicine Refining Hall. By the time he got the news, both Song Dian and Min Zhongchun had died tragically under Yang Hu's sword. Their bodies were lying in coffins and were parked in Puji Yizhuang, waiting to be buried.
There was a deacon named Guo under Zhao Yanzhi who accompanied Qixia disciples back to the mountain to report the bad news. The deacon was originally a woodcutter at the foot of the mountain. His surname was Guo and his surname was Du. He had a loyal face and had been visiting Qixia Mountain for many years. After Jiang Boqu interrogated him again and again, he found out that his nephew Min had joined the Tianlong Gang and became the incense master through meritorious deeds. The Qixia Sect had long been tied to Zhao Yanzhi's broken ship. Now the ship sank and people died, leaving a mess for Jiang Boqu to clean up.
Jiang Boqu sighed and couldn't sleep at night. He was the only one left in Qixia Sect to support the end of the game. Could it be that when the founder established the sect, all his hard work was wasted? Although he was unwilling to do so, he really didn't have the strength to turn the tide. The top priority is to bury the dead. As for seeking justice, hehe, gangs are engaged in vendettas and rebellions. If people don't come to the door, it's already signed.
Jiang Boqu knew the swordsmanship of his junior brother and nephew, and the murderer would definitely not be an ordinary person. Guo Du was a fool, and he scoffed at the suggestion that the other party used sorcery. He saw a camel and said that a horse's back was swollen. There are countless martial arts masters in the world. There is nothing these frogs in a well can imagine.
After sending Guo Du away, Jiang Boqu sat alone in the ancestral hall for a whole night, looking at the tablets one by one, silent. At dawn, he took out a long sword wrapped in black cloth from behind the portrait of his ancestor, shook his head melancholy, and walked out of the ancestral hall slowly. Through the thick black cloth and the hard scabbard, Jiang Boqu suddenly felt the heat in his palm. The sword in the scabbard seemed to be a living thing, waking up from its deep sleep, eager for something.
The ancestor's instructions are still in my ears. Unless there is a big disaster in Qixia, this sword must not be used as a last resort. Is it now the time of "last resort"? Jiang Boqu stopped, hesitating in his heart. Then he thought about it. His disciples were stupid and there were few people who could support them. He was the only one left in the Qixia sect. It could be considered that a disaster was imminent. It didn't seem too much to ask for revenge with this sword. . He sighed, feeling his throat itchy, and coughed several times.
Age is not forgiving, I am getting old! The sword in the sheath seemed to sense his thoughts, and the heat surged, urging him to quickly pull out the divine sword and drink the blood from the enemy's neck. Jiang Boqu subconsciously stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling, but he finally did not hold it. Instead, he quickly retracted it into his sleeve as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, with lingering fear in his heart.
eccentric! This sword is really weird! Jiang Boqu had lived for more than seventy years and had never encountered such a strange thing. Just when he was hesitating, a disciple called "Amu" rushed into the ancestral hall and shouted: "Master...Uncle!" He ran I was out of breath, holding my knees with my hands, my whole body was steaming with heat, and my clothes were soaked with sweat.
Jiang Bo channel: "Don't be anxious, don't be hasty, speak slowly if you have something to say!"
A Mu's mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of fishy-sweet saliva and said intermittently: "The murderer who killed Master... I... I... saw them..."
"Did you read that correctly?" Jiang Boqu frowned. Amu's real name was Amu, which was changed by Song Dian when he became a disciple. He was originally a nearby villager. He was physically strong, as strong as an ox, but not very smart. Jiang Boqu never believed what he said.
"It's true... it's true! I can clearly see the murderer who killed Master, under the mountain stream where I usually fetch water!"
Before leaving, Guo Du hinted to him that the rebellion in Xingchuan was under the instructions of the Han army. It was not surprising that the people did not fight against the officials, so Xia Yun and others fled into Qixia Mountain. The sky net was vast and sparse, Jiang Boqu made up his mind and said with a straight face: "You stay here, keep your mouth shut, and don't tell others about it. Do you understand?"
Amu nodded, but didn't understand why he couldn't tell his brothers.
Jiang Boqu hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and touched his sleeping point, raised his foot to support A Mu's back, and gently lowered him to the ground. "This is for your own good..." He muttered in a low voice, strode out of the ancestral hall, and ran as fast as flying along the steep mountain road.
The rising sun was rising in the east, and Sanmao Peak was bathed in thousands of rays of light, solemn and solemn. Jiang Boqu squinted his eyes and searched carefully, and saw the figures of a group of people in the mountain col, trudging through the forest. They were too far apart and couldn't see their faces clearly. Judging from his appearance and skills, he must be a man of martial arts.
After Wangshan ran to death, Jiang Boqu did not act rashly. He thought to himself for a while. Xia Yun and others fled into Qixia Mountain. It was obviously not to seek revenge. Judging from the direction in which they climbed the mountain, they must have been guided by someone familiar with the matter. The infrequently traveled animal trail on the mountain leads to the villages and towns at the foot of the eastern foothills of the mountain. It was once a post station of the previous dynasty, and you can go directly to the canal along the post road.
"It seems that they are planning to abandon the Tongling chief and flee by water... Going north to Yangzhou will be intercepted by the Han Army's Jiangdu Camp. Going south to Xiangjun, Guilin is a way to survive..." Jiang Boqu sneered and murmured to himself: "Enter Qixia Mountain, don’t even think about escaping easily, you have to leave some skin behind even if you don’t die, otherwise, how can you be worthy of the word ‘Bronze Dragon’!”
Without disturbing his disciples, he took a breath of energy, rose and fell between the ridges, and moved in front of the opponent along the mountain road. He wanted to intercept Xia Yun in Qixia Mountain with only his sword.
