Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 48
"Senior Brother, what did the people from Jin Yiwei want you for?" Lin Pingzhi asked Mo Yuan just as he came over when all the disciples surrounded him.

Mo Yuan just shook his head and said, "Hurry up."

Everyone didn't say anything when they saw him, and they didn't dare to ask more questions. All the disciples walked towards the outside of Hengshan City.

Above the teahouse, Zhang Yong stood by the window and watched Mo Yuan and the others disappear, with a smile on his lips.He came to Hunan this time to secretly investigate King Anhua's conspiracy to rebel, and to deliver an order to Liu Zhengfeng.

He had already left the city yesterday, but he heard that Mo Yuan had killed the four masters of the Songshan School with one enemy and four swords alone, so Xingye rushed back to look for Mo Yuan.

"Liu Jin, Liu Jin, even if you think about it, you can't imagine that your good days are numbered..." Zhang Yong muttered to himself.

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The Huashan disciples left Hengshan City and walked about four or five miles. Suddenly, there was a mournful sound of huqin, and there was also a sound of Yaoqin. Mo Yuan stopped immediately and listened attentively.

"Senior Brother Six, what's the matter?" Yue Lingshan asked with a hint of doubt in her beautiful eyes.

These two zither sounds are about one or two li away from here, and all the disciples of Mount Hua didn't have enough skill to notice it.

Mo Yuandao: "You wait for me here for now, there seems to be something moving around, I'll take a look."

All the disciples looked blank, but Mo Yuan ignored them and moved towards the place where the sound of the zither came from, using his lightness kung fu.

But when he walked halfway, the sounds of Huqin and Yaoqin disappeared, and there was only a sound of 'jingling' metal collisions, as if someone was fighting swords!

Mo Yuan followed the voice, and found an open space outside the forest. Two old men were fighting with swords. One was tall and thin with a haggard face. Very carefree, it was Mr. Mo Da from Xiaoxiang Yeyu who cut off seven teacups with a sword in the teahouse; while the other man had a tall crown and a broad belt, a wide robe with big sleeves, a pale face, and a three-inch white beard. Yuan met Qu Yang, the elder of the Demon Sect with two faces.

Near the two of them, there is a newly built tomb with the inscription "Liu Zhengfeng's Tomb" on the stone tablet, but there is no history or inscription, so it seems that it was erected by Qu Yang.

Mr. Mo Da is nearly seventy years old, and his swordsmanship is even higher than that of Liu Zhengfeng. When a thin sword is swung in his hand, only a flash of blue light can be seen, which is far faster than the sword in the teahouse that day.

Qu Yang's swordsmanship is also good, no matter how unpredictable the Moda sword is, he stopped them one by one, without letting a sword break through the defense.

However, if you defend for a long time, you will lose, and Mo Da still has the upper hand in the scene. Qu Yang is on all possible defenses. Suddenly, Mo Da's figure splits into two, one in front of the other and the other in the back, directly attacking Qu Yang's vital points.

This is exactly the unique move of the Ever-changing and Illusory Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Stances. Hengshan swordsmanship is famous for its unpredictability, and this swordsmanship is the essence of it. It is a means of blinding the eyes in tricks. When it is deployed, it is dazzling.

Even though Qu Yang is an elder of the Demon Cult, with good martial arts skills, he still can't tell who is real and who is fake at this instant. He tried his best to defend, but it is not so easy to block the two swords.

Only the whistling of the sword wind could be heard, and there was already a sword mark on Qu Yang's left shoulder.

A sword succeeded, but Mo Da didn't make another move. Instead, he left the battle group, looked at Mo Yuan, and said, "Come out."

But Mo Yuan's trace has been found.

Mo Yuan was not surprised either, this Mr. Mo Da was poorly dressed, but his martial arts had already reached the top of the world, not much worse than Yue Buqun.

In the original book, he single-handedly killed Fei Bin, one of the thirteen Taibaos of the Songshan School, in a few strokes, and he was unharmed.

Mo Yuan came out from the woods, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Disciple see Master Mo!"

"Chaoyang Sword Mo Yuan, so it's you." Mo Da nodded and smiled at Mo Yuan. Yesterday, Mo Yuan helped Liu Zhengfeng and was against the Songshan faction. Although he was not present, he heard about it afterwards.

But it was just a smile, and Mo Da turned his attention to Qu Yang, who had the sword in his shoulder, and said: "There is no balance between good and evil. Although you and my junior brother have made friends with melody, you have no calculations, but in the end It was you who killed him, so this sword should be returned to my junior brother by you."

Qu Yang smiled miserably, and said: "Even if this old man suffers thousands of swords, Brother Liu Xian will not be able to survive."

"You are the elder of the Demon Sect. I miss your kindness in burying my junior brother. If I don't kill you today, I will take your life when we meet again in the future!" After Mo Da finished speaking, he reached out and took the erhu and long sword that were put aside. Inserting it into the huqin, he turned around and left without looking back, his figure gradually drifted away, and a desolate and melodious night rain in Xiaoxiang rang out.

"Hey, the tune of the erhu is sad, no wonder Liu Xiandi is not on good terms with you, this kind of commonplace music cannot enter the hall of elegance." Qu Yang didn't care about the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder, but started to savor the great sound of the qin.

Mo Yuan was secretly amused, and was about to speak when Na Quyang suddenly slapped himself on the left chest.

This change happened too fast, one second he was still talking about music, and the next second he committed suicide, even with Mo Yuan's kung fu, it was too late to stop it.

Mo Yuan took a closer look, Qu Yang's face was pale, with blood on the corners of his mouth, he was exhaling too much and not inhaling, he could not survive.

"Senior, why bother?" Mo Yuan shook his head and sighed.

Although the positions are different, he has no ill feeling toward Qu Yang.

"High mountains and flowing water, Boya Ziqi, without Liu Xiandi, my life is useless." Qu Yang lay on the ground, his tone was weak, and he said: "My heart is broken, and when I am dying, I have nothing to ask for, only I hope that Xiaoyou will grant me a wish and bury me and Brother Liu Xian together."

"Don't worry senior, I can still help senior with this matter." Mo Yuan nodded.

"That's good, that's good..." Qu Yang managed to force a smile, and said to Mo Yuan: "You must be careful, be careful of the holy lady, she wants...she wants..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man closed his eyes, and he was astonishingly breathless.

Care about the saint? !
Mo Yuan was taken aback for a moment, could it be that Ren Yingying was going to be unfavorable to him?That's right, Mobei Shuangxiong is her subordinate, and it's normal for her to hate herself if she killed someone herself.

But there is nothing to be afraid of. Although the Demon Cult's power is huge, Dongfang Bubai will not make a move. With his current skills, he can run even if he can't beat him.

Mo Yuan shook his head, but he didn't take Ren Yingying to heart, he was not Linghu Chong, no matter how scheming this little girl was, he would not be afraid.

Next to Liu Zhengfeng's tomb, Mo Yuan dug a new pit to bury Qu Yang's body in it, erected a monument, and then gathered a group of brothers and then hurried on...

(End of this chapter)