Chapter 77 Deviation Chapter 77 Deviation...
Chapter Seventy-Seven Deviation
Whether it was Zuo Youzheng or Ximen Qian, they were both masters of the martial arts world. Their tragic deaths naturally made Zhui Ming's expression grim. However, having weathered so many storms in the martial arts world over the years, he wouldn't lose his composure so easily.
His pale face was because of Jamukha. Jamukha was the king of the desert, and his territory had various connections with the kingdoms of the Western Regions. Now that he was dead here, it might not be related to any conspiracy within the martial arts world. If it were just a simple conspiracy, Zhui Ming wouldn't be afraid.
What he fears now is the various problems that Jamukha's death will trigger, which is making it difficult for him to have a good expression. And then there's the woman who appears to be a disciple of the Divine Water Palace; if she truly is, then the Divine Water Palace certainly won't let the matter rest.
Considering the potential problems these two corpses might bring, it would be strange if Zhui Ming's expression remained pleasant.
Chu Liuxiang was familiar with Zhui Ming, so he leaned over and told him everything he knew. Zhui Ming clearly trusted him and didn't mind him getting close.
Ling Hao, however, learned something from Gongzi Mingyue: there was no monk named Wuhua at Shaolin Temple. There was indeed a Master Tianfeng, but Wuhua was not among his disciples. The supposedly beautiful and exceptionally talented monk Wuhua, renowned for his poetry, calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony, and martial arts skills, and considered the most skilled among his peers at Shaolin, simply did not exist.
This discrepancy made Ling Hao's eyes widen in disbelief. What happened? Where was Wu Hua? There wasn't a single person like that throughout the entire story? Was this butterfly effect a bit too powerful?
Gongzi Mingyue was also puzzled, "Ah Hao, where did you hear about this person?"
The two of them spoke in a corner of the boat, keeping their voices down so that no one else could hear what they were saying. Of course, this was also because no one dared to approach, despite their great curiosity about the two.
"I can't say." Linghao had promised not to lie to him, so he couldn't say. "Is there really no such person?"
“No.” Gongzi Mingyue shook his head. “If there really were a Shaolin disciple who was exceptionally skilled in poetry, calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony, and so on, there would be no way that the news wouldn’t spread in the martial arts world.” He paused and then said, “Shaolin Temple actually likes to be in the limelight. They would never hide such a good disciple in secret.”
In reality, Young Master Mingyue didn't particularly like Shaolin Temple. Or to be more precise, he disliked Buddhist icons like Shaolin Temple. They occupied a lot of fertile land without paying taxes, and they were always chanting Amitabha Buddha's name, as if they could save people from the mundane world.
He felt that apart from a few genuine monks, everyone else at Shaolin Temple was a hypocrite. Furthermore, information that Gongzi Mingyue had learned from Gongzi Yu's men only fueled his disgust for the so-called pure Buddhist sanctuary. A pure Buddhist sanctuary? It was more like a den of iniquity and depravity.
That is why Gongzi Mingyue remembers the Shaolin Temple very clearly; there really is no one named Wuhua there.
Ling Hao was wondering whether Wu Hua hadn't actually become Master Tianfeng's disciple, didn't even have the Dharma name Wu Hua, and was just an insignificant novice monk; or whether he wasn't a Shaolin Temple disciple at all, but had encountered other circumstances. If there was no such person as the venerable monk Wu Hua, then who killed Zhamuhe and the others? It couldn't have been that they killed each other, could it?
"Is there someone named Nangong Ling in the Beggars' Sect?" Ling Hao asked, remembering Nangong Ling. The martial world was simply too vast and complex; even after descending the mountain and inquiring about many things, there was still much she didn't know.
Fortunately, Young Master Mingyue knew everything, so it was safer for her to ask him. Because he wouldn't press her for details; as long as she didn't lie to him, he could accept it.
“Yes.” Gongzi Mingyue nodded. “Nangong Ling is the adopted son of Ren Ci, an elder of the Beggars’ Sect, and holds a fairly high position in the sect. Some Beggars’ Sect disciples once thought that Nangong Ling should be the leader of the sect, but as Hong Qigong did more and more, no one brought it up again.”
These disciples even felt that their previous thoughts were too narrow-minded, yet they still couldn't face Nangong Ling directly, feeling very awkward, so they pretended not to see him. Over time, they all began to get used to ignoring Nangong Ling's existence, and some even felt that it would be better for Nangong Ling to leave the Beggars' Sect.
Young Master Mingyue found this strange. Most people are like this; they'd rather blame others than reflect on themselves, because it makes them feel better. The Beggars' Sect disciples were like that; they didn't see anything wrong with switching their support from Nangong Ling to Hong Qigong, but they did see Nangong Ling's existence as a problem.
Well, all I can say is that human nature is so ugly. Gongzi Mingyue scoffed at this, but immediately thought to himself that his Ahao was an exception, completely different from those vulgar people.
There's Nangong Ling, but no Wuhua? Ling Hao looked up at the place where the corpses were laid out, thinking that she couldn't rely solely on her memories anymore. This world was different from the world she knew; if she applied everything from the book, she would suffer greatly.
At this moment, Linghao suddenly felt fortunate that she had realized this before she fell and suffered a loss.
"Who?!" The moment she uttered the words, Ling Hao flew out like an arrow. The Snow Shard in her hand was drawn, and the light before her eyes seemed to be shattered.
The people on the ship and around were immediately drawn to Ling Hao's commotion, and at the same time, they all saw that amazing sword strike.
With just one sword strike, Ling Hao had already subdued the person who had been secretly spying on him.
"Impressive movement technique!" The first thing Chu Liuxiang noticed was Ling Hao's swift and graceful movements, and he wondered what the outcome would be if he were to have a match with her.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" Zhui Ming's eyes gleamed with admiration. "Is this the Dugu Nine Swords?" He had already learned Ling Hao's name and thus knew his background. The Divine Marquis's Mansion always paid close attention to matters of the martial world; it would be strange if he didn't know.
"No, that was just a very ordinary sword strike." Gongzi Mingyue slightly raised his chin and glanced at Zhuiming, his eyes filled with pride for Linghao. He understood Ah Hao best; others only knew about the Dugu Nine Swords, but they didn't know that she didn't use the Dugu Nine Swords every time she made a move.
Zhui Ming said, "Your swordsmanship is truly superb; even an ordinary sword strike can have such power."
"Of course." Young Master Mingyue was even more proud.
"A disciple of the Divine Water Palace?" Ling Hao looked at the woman who was being spied on by Sui Xue, whose vitals were being pointed at her. The clothes on the woman's body were exactly the same as those on the corpse of that woman.
Could she be Gong Nanyan? Based on Wuhua's situation, Linghao was unsure.
A note from the author:
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Ah Hao: This is a big problem! There's no Wu Hua?
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