Chapter 169: Jianmen Mountain Closure
Only then did he realize that he was not wearing a mask in this small town and had turned into Bian Jiu.
Wang Yao smiled gently, tossed out a five-liang ingot of silver, and said, "I'll give you five liang. Kill this fox for me. Take the skin to a tailor to make me some gloves, and take the meat to the best restaurant here to be braised. It'd be better if it's spiritual, because I like to eat spiritual things. Hurry up."
"You decide. I'll make it for you right away." Facing five taels of white silver, the bit of pity in the pig butcher's eyes disappeared, replaced by greed. Money makes things easier, so how could he not make five taels of silver for a fox that had nothing to do with him.
Just as the pig butcher took the silver and prepared to slaughter the fox, something strange happened. The street ended in an alley, flanked by the shabby, moss-covered walls of Lin'an's residential buildings. Some of these walls were covered in dense, lush green creepers. Their narrow, long shadows seemed to dispel some of the oppressive summer heat in Luoyang, bringing a touch of coolness.
There are shops on both sides of the street, and the twilight afterglow is lightly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored eaves of the buildings, adding a bit of haziness and poetry to the evening scene of this prosperous town.
But all this beauty disappeared under the butcher's knife, replaced by mountain roads, forests, and thick fog among the mountains.
These scenes did not disappear completely. The fox that should have died under the butcher's knife survived, and its fiery red fur was very conspicuous on a bluestone.
"Haha, I think, shouldn't this guy return to his original state? The show is very good and very realistic." Wang Yao smiled indifferently and said to the fox on the bluestone in front of him. Outsiders would definitely wonder why Wang Yao was talking to a fox.
But in fact, this fox was indeed a human. After Wang Yao spoke, its red tail lightly swept the bluestone slabs, and with a light leap, it transformed into a sword-wielding knight. His tone was sharp, no longer the fox's previous weakness. He said: "Should I say you are the Wind Whisperer, or the Divine Fist? But no matter who you are, you are so ruthless!"
The person who came was the swordsman who had killed the leader of the Demon Sect before. The sword in his arms was extremely sharp, and a sword energy rose into the sky.
"Is this the world in your sword? The domain is quite good, worthy of being a swordsman. The mental power is really strong, and you can actually build a world alive." Wang Yao did not answer the swordsman's question, but instead recalled the small town before.
"What's the difference between Wind Whisperer and Sword Holder. I'd better call you by your name, Tang Anjian!" Wang Yao blurted out the Sword Holder's real name. This was something that outsiders didn't know. Just like Wind Whisperer, Sword Holder was also a nickname.
This is also Wang Yao's counterattack. You know my secret, but you have no secrets in front of me.
In Bai Xiaosheng's files, various analyses of Tang Anjian and news files filled a dark room.
"It's up to you. I just have a few questions for you." Tang Anjian didn't seem to mind being called out by name. Instead, he was at ease and spoke calmly.
After a quick glance and repeated detection with his mental power, he knew that he had not really met the Sword Master of Jianmen, but that Tang Anjian had planted a mental seed here in advance, which in turn triggered his world in the sword.
Practically speaking, as long as we know the criteria that Windtalker uses to find a sect, and then calculate his next target based on the location of the incident, it is not too difficult to block him.
Wang Yao was ready to have a big fight with the old immortal in the court and finally make the Wind Whisperer famous, but he didn't expect that Tang Anjian, who had repaid the favor of the court, would come to him first, and he didn't come to fight, but just to chat?
"This fox is so pitiful and full of spirituality. I remember that you also believe that all things have spirits. Then why did you skin it and eat its meat, doing such a wicked thing?" Tang Anjian looked deeply at Wang Yao who was exploring everywhere and asked.
"Survival of the fittest, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and people eat meat. These are the laws of nature. Why do you say that I am doing evil?" Wang Yao stated his own reasoning and asked in return.
"I thought Shen Quan was a reckless man, but I didn't expect him to have such a point. However, I didn't come here just to argue with you about the principles of the reproduction of all things." Tang Anjian did not argue, but said lightly.
Then Tang Anjian suddenly spoke, his tone stern: "Originally, the Wu Ancestor suppressed the alien races and saved the Divine Land. This was the destiny of the Wu Dynasty. Therefore, the Wu Dynasty inherited the destiny and was able to enjoy hundreds of years of peace and prosperity. However, the court relied on the Wubusi and that old man to forcibly suppress the world. This is contrary to the destiny..."
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Jianmen is a current super power, but it is very low-key. The entire sect is composed of people who are devoted to practicing swordsmanship, so its reputation in the martial arts world is not as high as some large forces.
In front of the mountain gate, leaves were falling and a cool breeze was blowing. A large stone wall was covered with poems, and there were children singing beside it.
"How the boat floats, the sky and the water are both vast and boundless.
Dark clouds rise from the distant mountains, and the sun's rays flow back.
The chirping of cicadas makes the forest even quieter, and the singing of birds makes the mountain even more secluded.
This place makes me yearn to return home, I am tired and sad after years of wandering."
I leisurely cruised the Ruoye River in my small boat, the sky reflected in the water, the water and sky in harmony, swaying together. The sunset glow rose from the distant, sun-shaded hilltops, and the sun shone on the winding stream.
The cicadas were singing, but the woods seemed unusually quiet; the birds were chirping, and the deep mountains were even more peaceful than usual. This place made me want to retire, but I was sad because I had been tired of my official career for many years but had not yet retired.
As if afraid that others would not understand, one boy sang the original poem while another boy recited the meaning of the poem beside him.
Wang Yao never expected that a sect famous for its swordsmanship would be hidden in such a deep and deserted place, without even a trace of sword spirit.
On the contrary, they are very non-aggressive. Even the most basic swordsmanship seedlings are cultivated from a cultural perspective. To be honest, it is a bit difficult to understand the routine of this sword school.
"Where is the Sword Bearer of Jianmen? The Wind Whisperer is invited to come and pay homage to the mountain!" Wang Yao's voice turned into a rolling wave and instantly spread throughout the entire Jianmen.
"Clang clang~", there are various sounds of swords being drawn, as if they are preparing to meet the enemy. It seems that this Jianmen is not so indifferent to the world.
He complained in his heart, and not long after, a white-haired master elder came out with a group of masters, but Tang Anjian was not there.
"We have already known the purpose of your visit, Mr. Wind Whisperer. We were unable to greet you from afar. Please forgive us for our negligence." The white-haired master who took the lead welcomed Wang Yao in very politely. There was no sign of hostility at all, as if the sound of swords being drawn from inside was an illusion.
No way, is there an ambush inside? Otherwise, why are you so polite to me? I'm a little scared. Wang Yao glanced inside the mountain gate and rolled his eyes secretly, feeling like he was punching cotton.
Never mind. I have my clone nearby anyway. Even if they've arranged a few Grandmasters to ambush me, at worst I can just borrow their bodies and revive them. There's nothing to be afraid of. Thinking this through, Wang Yao gestured for them to lead the way and leisurely walked into the mountain gate.
"Grand Master, please forgive us. We have been preparing for Tang Zhijian's funeral. The next Sword Master has not been chosen yet, so we can only prepare to close the mountain." In a quiet guest room, a servant of Jianmen served the best hot tea, and then the white-haired grandmaster told a shocking news.
The organizational structure of Jianmen is different from that of ordinary sects. The Sword Wielder is the most powerful person in the sect, above everyone else, and only then comes the Sect Master.
The white-haired master is the second-in-command who has been the sect leader for decades, but he has never taken it seriously because Tang Anjian is the grand master and they are all convinced and have nothing to say.
"What? The Sword Wielder, Tang Anjian, is dead? That's not right. We communicated a few days ago. This old guy even built an illusion to test me!" Wang Yao couldn't believe it, because he had just walked out of Tang Anjian's spiritual world a few days ago, and he was full of energy.
"Before Zhijian died, he did say that he would talk to you, but that was just the spiritual seed left by Zhijian. He also said that if you come to him, he will take you to a place." Seeing Wang Yao's surprise, the white-haired leader hurriedly explained, fearing that the Wind Whisperer would not believe him and cause a big commotion at the mountain gate, which would be meaningless.
Wang Yao is not such an unreasonable person. From some previous clues and what Tang Anjian said to him, he can judge that this is true.
"In that case, please accept our condolences, and please take me to the place Tang Anjian mentioned." Wang Yao pretended to understand and comforted the old master very considerately.
"Pa pa, Jian Twelve, take the guests to the cliff cave in the back mountain. Don't worry about anything else." The white-haired sect leader stood up, clapped his hands, called a disciple, and asked him to take Wang Yao to the back mountain.
"Yes, Sect Master." Jian Twelve pushed the door open and came in, bowing to receive the order. He was wearing a dark blue Guangling jacket, a moon-white silk ribbon with cloud patterns tied around his waist, flowing hair, a pair of deep starry eyes, and a tall figure. He was truly gentle, handsome and elegant.
Wang Yao nodded and followed behind Jian Twelve, feeling the sharp sword energy coming from the other party. It was truly extraordinary. A mere second realm could actually make him feel a bit of oppression. Soon, under his leadership, he walked into the depths of Jianmen.
As we passed through many palaces and squares, the security became increasingly strict, so the relaxed and comfortable appearance on the outside was all fake. If anyone really wanted to test the strength of Jianmen, they would definitely suffer a bloody defeat.
Of course, even if Jianmen is loose on the outside but tight on the inside, it doesn't matter to him as a grandmaster. This is the overwhelming gap brought about by strength.
On the back mountain, the area is sparsely populated and covered with thick fog. Even the disciples of Jianmen stay away from here, as if there is some danger here.
"This back mountain is the forbidden area of our Jianmen. There is a cliff cave at the top. It is the place where our masters of all generations and even the sword masters have sat in meditation. There is the supreme treasure of our Jianmen, the "Sword Sutra." Jian Twelve is very elegant. He is not nervous or on guard at all because Wang Yao is a grandmaster. This is his open-mindedness.
Listening to Jian Twelve's eloquent talk, Wang Yao couldn't help but feel that Jianmen would have successors in the future and would definitely not decline.
"It seems that your arrangement as the Sword Master is quite comprehensive. I am very satisfied. Whether I can comprehend the Sword Sutra is my business, don't worry." Wang Yao made the promise with great certainty, but if he really gained nothing, it was unknown what he would do.
"I don't know how long you will stay here. If you have completed your understanding, you can leave on your own. After you go into seclusion, we will really close the mountain gate and have no contact with the outside world." Jian Twelve took Wang Yao to the top, and a dark cliff cave appeared at their feet.
Wang Yao nodded in response to Jian Twelve's words, and jumped into the cliff cave very naturally, without any fear at all. In this world, is there any place that a grandmaster cannot go?
When he entered, Wang Yao was also thinking that the core of a force is still the person with the strongest power.
Take the Jianmen Gate for example, it looks like a hollow carrot. Once Tang Anjian dies, the Grandmaster’s lineage will be cut off. Is it possible not to close the gate?
Even though Jianmen usually keeps a low profile and focuses on practicing sword skills, as long as they are in the martial arts world, there will definitely be disputes, and they may offend a grandmaster at any time.
It was okay when Tang Anjian was around, you didn't have to worry about it, and the Grand Master wouldn't be able to get angry with you for such a small matter, but now Tang Anjian is gone.
Closing the mountain, withdrawing external forces, and actively reducing the territory, this initiative means admitting defeat, so you should not take advantage of the situation.
This is also an unwritten rule in the martial arts world. In the martial arts world, as long as your force announces the closure of the mountain, you generally cannot come to retaliate. This is also for the sake of future generations and the survival of the sect.
Things change, and no force will remain forever powerful, but it is still possible to exist for a long time. That is, as long as you know what is good for you and give up the benefits you have gained, others will not cause you trouble.
All kinds of thoughts flooded Wang Yao's mind.
As soon as we entered the cliff cave, it was pitch black and we couldn't see our fingers when we stretched out our hands. However, Wang Yao, with his level of cultivation, could naturally see things in the dark.
Wang Yao was surrounded by statues as tall as a person, with all kinds of strange postures. Wang Yao suddenly felt a chill, because he seemed to have thought of something, that is, Jian Twelve had said before that the masters and sword bearers of the Jianmen Sect of all generations had all passed away here.
Why then did these people not decay but become statues instead?
Wang Yao carefully observed a statue. It was a grayish-white stone color. Its eyes seemed confused and filled with pain, as if it couldn't understand something...
These statues are all facing the same direction, facing a stone wall that is engraved with scriptures and sword-wielding postures.
Wang Yao observed these statues, trying to find out the secrets contained in them, but he never found anything and ended up wasting a day.
It's not that I can't see anything, the only thing is that the postures of these statues seem to be using the same sword moves, but the sword moves used by each statue are different.
Since the statue couldn't reveal anything, Wang Yao could only directly comprehend what was written on the stone wall. Concentrating his mind, achieving unity between man and nature! After adjusting his own state, he began to try to comprehend.
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