Chapter 59 I went to Hantian Cliff to find him
Although it was a bit late, fortunately we made it in time.
Wiping off the non-existent sweat from his forehead, Lin Zhusheng breathed a sigh of relief that at least he was not late. He sheathed his sword and quickly nodded and greeted all the disciples, and gave a brief self-introduction almost at the speed of light.
As soon as the lid of his mouth touched, a word came out of his mouth, so fast that the disciples who had not yet reacted could not hear a single word clearly. They just remembered that his voice was surprisingly nice, and there was a comforting feeling like fresh rain in an empty mountain.
The disciples were a little slow to realize that he had finished the introduction. Before their brains could react, their mouths moved first and they all shouted "Hello, Brother".
“…”
Such an imposing voice, Senior Brother Lin was so frightened that he paused as he hurriedly took out the list of disciples given by the old man, and nodded quickly.
After introducing himself in one second, Lin, who had no spare time due to the time limit, nodded and quickly counted the heads. He was relieved when he found that there was no one missing and he could skip the roll call process.
Emergency skipping of a number of links, just saying hello means knowing each other, and you can directly move on to the sword practice link. He took two steps back and measured the distance between himself and his disciples. He found that it was still too close, so he took two more steps back.
They were almost at the edge of the training ground and there was no way to retreat, so he asked all the disciples to step back a few steps, and then a few more steps, until there was enough space in the middle for another group of disciples to stand.
To retreat further would mean retreating two miles. Although the other disciples did not know why they had to retreat so far, they did as they were told and stopped far away.
Then they finally understood why they had to retreat so far. Just like the Great Elder's usual method, this person did the same. Before teaching the sword moves step by step, he would first demonstrate the complete set so that they could see the form.
They originally thought that although it was a complete set, their strength was limited after all, and they should not need as large a venue as the Great Elder. Judging from the length of practice time, although this person was a direct disciple, he had just entered the inner sect not long ago. He was even a few years younger than some of the people present, so the difference in strength should not be too big. However, he soon realized that something was wrong.
There was something amiss from the beginning. The long sword was unsheathed and turned half a circle in the hand. A figure in the distance swung the sword, and the bright dust mist floated with the air flow, and then suddenly dispersed.
The sword emerged from the morning sun as the long sleeves and hem of the clothes were entangled. The bright sword body reflected the magnificent sunrise, dazzling and scorching. The sound of the sword echoed in the distant mountains, and the cleansing sword energy rushed straight to the face.
The moment the sword was swung, only a flash of sword light was seen. The disciples who were almost two miles away, especially the disciples in the front row, had their clothes lifted up and their long hair flew backwards in an instant. They were blown back half a step unconsciously by the overly fierce sword wind, and they closed their eyes and got goose bumps all over their bodies.
In this situation, no one can open their eyes, as opening their eyes would be instantly cut by the dust and mist brought by the wind. The only sound they can hear is the rustling of clothes in the air caused by the whistling wind, which keeps hitting their eardrums.
“…”
When the sword wind swept away and the sound in the ears disappeared, someone finally opened his eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a clear view without any obstruction, the mountain fog that had cleared away, the distant mountains that were roaring, and the person standing on the edge of the training ground with his dazzling white hair falling from mid-air and his ice-blue sword hanging on his side.
...No wonder I have to stand so far away. It’s hard to imagine where they would have been blown away if they had just stood there.
It turns out that this is his direct disciple. No wonder the Great Elder trusted this person to come and teach alone.
Just as their understanding of their disciples was refreshed, the people in the distance took the initiative to jog towards them and asked, "Did you see it clearly just now?"
The disciples who had basically closed their eyes the entire time just now: "..."
The expectation in those eyes was too blinding, and the disciples could not bear to tell the truth, so they chose to remain quiet and practice blindly.
It was a very busy morning. Teaching others was more tiring than practicing by oneself. Lin Zhusheng had been busy for half a day. During the routine intermission, he was the first one to sit on the ground.
He looks completely different when he holds the sword and when he doesn't. When he holds the sword, there is no expression on his face and he naturally feels distant. When he puts down the sword and sits on the ground, his temperament is similar to that of an elderly old man that can be seen everywhere, which is completely different from the first impression.
They looked even more like this when they were naturally sharing tea and snacks, with smiles on their faces, which made people feel inexplicably better.
Such a face and such temperament are quite interesting. A bunch of disciples around him sat down cross-legged and chatted enthusiastically.
After telling the story of Thousand-faced Grass and Silver Snow Grass again, Lin Zhusheng ate a dumpling while listening to other people talking, and one side of his cheek bulged from chewing.
The fruit snacks spread out, and the sound of the favorability increasing could be heard.
After finishing the snacks, I opened my eyes and started practicing again.
Adhering to the principle that everyone must learn how to practice, he personally corrected two disciples who had obvious problems with their power. As a result, when he turned around after he was done, a bunch of disciples suddenly appeared with red faces and said that they also had problems and needed personal guidance.
“…”
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be many people among these faces who had already learned it from the previous practices.
I don’t know what the final results of these studious disciples were, but in any case, Senior Brother Lin did his best.
At the end of a busy morning, he realized that teaching others was such a high-intensity job. After finishing, he went back to the courtyard and rubbed the cat for a long time before he recovered.
He practices swordplay in the morning, and picks up trash in the mountains like a savage in the afternoon. Along the way, he also gives the things he picks up from the mountains to his friends. In the evening, he goes back to water his vegetable garden. His life these days is as fulfilling as usual.
Although the eldest senior brother was not here, the important people were still here, so he could also stop by the Sect Master's Peak to deliver the Lanjun flower that had never been delivered.
It seems that the other party's trip to Guiyu City this time was not commissioned by the sect like before, but he wanted to go there on his own. Even the great elder didn't know where he went. One day during dinner, he asked, "Why haven't I seen Ling Xujun in the past few days?"
"He went to Guiyu City," Lin Zhusheng said as he put a piece of food into his mouth, "He seems to have something to do."
"Return to Jade City?"
There were no special people or things in Guiyu City. The only person worth seeing was the Lord of Guiyu City. The Great Elder took a sip of tea and asked, "Is he going to see the Lord of Guiyu City?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he denied it himself and said, "The city lord hasn't been in the city recently."
Lin Zhusheng raised his eyes slightly after catching some information. "Not in the city?"
"The Lord of Guiyu City is having his birthday soon," said the Great Elder. "Every year when his birthday is approaching, the Lord of Guiyu City will go back to where his people live, not in the city."
Those tribesmen are secretive and never appear in public. No one knows where they live, but they are definitely not in the city. The city lord is always away for half a month, so he should be quite far away.
It’s the city lord’s birthday, and the tribesmen don’t show up.
Lin Zhusheng didn't catch what flashed through his mind and just blinked slowly.
Putting down the teacup in his hand, the elder raised his head and thought for a while, then said, "Speaking of which, the city lord is also a person who has lived for a long time in that cultivation level."
Lifespan is directly proportional to one's cultivation level. The city lord with that level of cultivation died a long time ago, so he is still in office and is still the city lord.
But living too long is not a good thing either. Occupying a position for too long, many people secretly hope that the person will die soon so that they can take his place.
Lin Zhusheng responded and drank a sip of tea as well. The kitten chewing some dried meat beside the nest glanced at him.
After dinner, the elder who went to bed at a fixed time went back to his room to pack up and get ready for bed. Lin, who habitually stayed up until midnight, went back to his room to tidy up his kitchen table.
He saw nothing wrong, but the kitten that had been following him noticed it easily. When he was tidying up the kitchen counter, it jumped onto the desk and asked, "Are you thinking about something?"
Lin Zhusheng was indeed thinking about something. Closing the half-lit menu, he rubbed his white hair and said, "I feel like I've heard about the birthday of the Lord of Guiyu City somewhere."
As expected, he must have caught a glimpse of it when playing the game before, but because of the unique characteristic of players who don't remember any plot at all, he has no impression of it at all.
I always feel like I remember something, but I just can't remember it. It's like there's a layer of window paper between me and the place I want to go.
After tinkering with the kitchen counter, he was still thinking about this as he lay on his bed preparing to fall asleep, and finally fell asleep with a frown on his brow.
Happiness is always conserved. He slept with a frown on his brow, and the kitten rolled back and forth on the bed with laughter, laughing every time he saw it.
——Maybe the kitten shouldn’t laugh.
The retribution for its laughter was that when you were sleeping soundly in the second half of the night, you were pushed around by an invisible force and woken up from the quilt.
In the middle of the night, when it was the quietest before dawn and everyone was asleep, Lin Zhusheng woke up like a zombie. As soon as he opened his eyes, he started to pull the kitten and said, "I remember it!"
The kitten was forced to stand up crookedly, unable to open his eyes no matter what. He wiped his face and said in despair, "Master, what did you remember?"
Lin Zhusheng remembered what he almost remembered before. He said: "The Lord of Guiyu City was killed on his birthday, and his entire clan was wiped out."
This short sentence contained a huge amount of information, and the kitten finally opened his eyes slightly.
Thinking back to the past, Lin Zhusheng finally let out the anger he had been holding back. He pulled at his clothes that had been loosened when he was sleeping, and said, "It seems that the one who killed him was an elder from the eldest brother's clan."
After all, he had worked hard for half a year, and he still remembered some of the plot related to the eldest senior brother.
When he entered Tianzong as an external elder, the rare genius of Jianmen in a thousand years eventually became the leader of the sect without any surprise, but he was a tainted leader. The stain came from a relative elder who killed the Lord of Guiyu City and all his clansmen many years ago, and then committed suicide by slashing his throat with a sword. Some people said that he was a relative of the murderer and was unworthy of being the leader of the righteous path.
Of course, these words were only spoken in private, and no one dared to speak in public.
The crime scene had been burned clean by a fire at the time, and the specific circumstances could no longer be verified. All that could be found out was that the other party's relatives and elders had indeed killed the entire family of the city lord. Even the player's perspective did not know the reason behind it.
He thought about something in the middle of the night, and it turned out that he remembered a murder case. He lost his sleepiness, so he climbed out of bed and stretched out his hand to try to reach the lamp on the small table beside the bed, at least to illuminate it.
“Wow——”
His fingers were trembling and just about to reach the handle of the lamp, when in the distance outside the house there was the sound of a door opening and footsteps, followed by the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
There were only two people on the top of the peak. He was on the bed, and the only one who could make any noise here was the Great Elder.
He paused in reaching for the lamp, looked out the window, and saw a bright light quickly disappear from the night and fly towards the direction of the sect master's peak.
There was also a faint light on other peaks, and the sound of the long sword breaking through the air could be heard even here.
Okay, now I can’t sleep at all.
Lin Zhusheng fumbled out of bed and lit the lamp. He put on his outer robe, held the lamp in his hand, pushed the door open and walked out of the room, feeling the night breeze blowing on his face.
The Great Elder did not come out from the bedroom, but came out from the room where he usually eats. Walking along the cobblestone path, he pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
The light in the room was on and not turned off, illuminating a piece of written white paper on the low table in the center of the room.
The paper was left for him to read, with only a few brief words written on it.
The two sword-fighting sessions in the morning were cancelled, and he only needed to practice sword-fighting on his own on the peak.
It can be seen that it was written in a hurry. The ink has not dried yet, and the end of the last word is floating.
Obviously something had happened. With such a coincidental timing, Lin Zhusheng's first reaction was that the elder relative of his senior brother had taken action, but he quickly denied it.
When something happens to a family elder, the one that is most concerned should be the Jianmen family themselves. There is some connection with the Tianzong, but not much, so there is no need to wake up several elders in the middle of the night. When we were chatting using the jade token yesterday, the senior brother also said that he would be back soon. Obviously, this has nothing to do with him, so it must be something else.
There's no point in being curious. We'll never know what happened until the Great Elder comes back. He had nothing to do when he woke up, so even though it was still early, he put on his own clothes and went to water the flowers.
If he didn't practice swordplay for one day, the old man would notice it. In order to avoid being scolded in the future, he practiced swordplay honestly in the morning. After finishing, he sat in the swordplay field waiting, hoping that someone would come back and tell him the first-hand news. However, he waited until the afternoon when he had to go to the academy, but no one came back.
It seems to be a serious matter. If he waited any longer he would be late, so he had no choice but to take out his big sword and go to the academy first.
The academy is busier than usual today. As soon as I landed, I could hear endless noises, as if they were discussing something very intensely.
He just wanted to listen a little longer, but a group of friends seemed to be waiting for him. As soon as he landed, they carried him away and took him straight to a place with fewer people.
Not understanding what was going on, he made a puzzled sound: "What…"
"Why would Ling Xujun kill someone?"
As soon as the voice came out, a suddenly louder voice in the distance completely drowned out his voice and successfully stopped him from speaking.
The expressions of Zhang Jing and others nearby suddenly changed, and they didn't dare to look at the expression of the person holding the crossbow.
Ling Xujun killed someone, and he killed the lord of the world's number one city, including all his clansmen, across a major rank. This was the news leaked by someone while I was practicing sword this morning.
The situation was too bizarre for both parties involved. They originally thought it was fake news and did not believe it. However, the disciples on the Sect Master's Peak saw with their own eyes that a group of elders were constantly coming in and out of the Sect Master's Hall. In addition, many people came to the Sect Master's Peak today, including the Wen family, a Jianmen family where Ling Xujun was from. It was very lively with people coming in and out.
The death of the city lord was a fact, and the several sects closest to Guiyu City sent people to garrison Guiyu City urgently to avoid chaos. On the other hand, according to eyewitness disciples, Ling Xujun had been sent to Hantian Cliff, which was where those who committed serious crimes in the sect were detained.
Hantian Cliff is not within the sect, and no one knows where it is. All they know is that it is an extremely cold place, and no one who was imprisoned there was able to get out in the end, and they all died inside. Being sent in is almost equivalent to being close to death, and it also proves that the murder is a fact.
They didn't dare tell this person who obviously had a good relationship with the other party, nor did they dare let anyone know. They thought they could at least try to hide it first, but it turned out that they couldn't hide it. It can no longer be concealed. Instead of letting others inquire, it is better to tell them proactively. In the end, it was Zhang Jing who organized the language and told them in simple words.
After briefly describing the incident, he did not dare to look at the expression of the person in front of him, and then said: "There must be some mistake here..."
“Wow——”
Before he could finish his words, a sword flashed, a wave of air swept in, and the person who was originally in front of him had already stepped on the huge sword, and his back disappeared into the clouds in an instant.
Lin Zhusheng went directly to the Sect Master Peak and took out the Heart-Shaped Jade to take a look at it on the way.
Instead of going to the sect master's hall to find the sect master and the elders, he went directly to the familiar courtyard.
There was an unexpected person at the gate of the courtyard. It was the boss whom I hadn't seen for some time. The boss stood by and looked around. When he saw him, he finally perked up and waved, "Little friend Lin...is that you?"
When he was about to land, he quickly put away his sword and said as he walked quickly into the yard, "Yes."
"I guessed you would come here."
The change was so great that he didn't recognize him at all. After getting a positive answer, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward quickly, and said, "You've heard the news, Brother Wen is not that kind of person. I will go over there with the elders later to check the matter clearly. The person he least wants to be misunderstood is you..."
The incident happened suddenly and he was leaving soon. Before leaving, the person who came to do ideological work had to at least preserve the image of Han Tianya in this person's heart. He couldn't come back and find that his sweetheart's favor with him had plummeted to the bottom.
"I know who he is."
He talked too much, so Lin Zhusheng didn't finish listening. After entering the yard, he found the window and climbed in accurately. After entering the bedroom, he excused himself and opened the closet where his clothes were kept. Thankfully, he finally found a crane cloak that looked like it could keep him out of the cold. After putting the crane cloak into his backpack, he said, "He must have a reason for doing this. I'll leave the investigation to you. I'm going to Hantian Cliff to find him."
Climbing out of the window again, he stretched out his hand and asked, "Is there anything that can generate heat? The more the better."
He climbed through the window so naturally, and his attitude of trust was so natural that the boss was stunned. Before his brain could react, his hands moved first, and he took out a bunch of fire crystals used for refining equipment, and said, "This can keep generating heat if you inject some spiritual power into it."
After he finished taking it out, he finally reacted, opened his eyes, and asked in disbelief: "You want to go to Hantian Cliff?"
Then he waved his hands and said, "No, it's a bitter and cold place over there. You won't be able to find a place there, and even if you find a place, there will be people guarding it."
"If the eldest brother had explained the cause of the incident, he would not have gone to Hantian Cliff. If he had gone there, it means he was unable to explain it, which means his condition was too bad to speak, and he might not be able to wait until you finish your investigation."
Putting the fire crystal into his backpack, Lin Zhusheng climbed onto the big sword, tucked his white hair behind his ears, smiled, and said, "I can find the place and I will go there by force. He will be fine, you don't have to worry, just check carefully."
It was a completely soothing smile. He didn't expect to be comforted in the opposite way, and he was really comforted. The boss was stunned for a moment, and the huge sword shadow had quickly flown away. When he looked up, he could only see a little white hair vaguely, quickly breaking through the clouds.
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