Chapter 58 Going in the wrong direction The bloody battle between Quan Xing and San Yi concerned all the sects, and their leaders and disciples arrived at Mount Longhu one after another late at example, Huode Sect, Wudang Mountain, Liuyun Sword, etc. The rest of the sects are still on the way because they are far away or started late. Zhang Jingqing and several disciples welcomed them and arranged dormitories for them to rest. A group of young elite disciples were greeting each other; Affected by the war, many disciples of Mount Longhu went down the mountain. The once bustling Tianshi Mansion became deserted and quiet. It was not until today when a guest visited that it regained some vitality. In the turbulent times, a large number of backbone forces of each sect were thrown into the battlefield, resulting in decline. This was not only the case with Longhu Mountain, but other strange sects also experienced similar situations. In the courtyard, several masters, sect leaders and Zhang Jingqing sat at a stone table, discussing how to deal with the demon Quan Xing. Zhang Zhiwei politely poured tea for his master and several seniors. The head of Wudang Mountain was over seventy years old, with a ruddy complexion and naturally drooping eyebrows and beard as white as snow. He held the teacup lightly, sniffed the fragrance, took a sip, and then asked the Heavenly Master: "Friends of Trinity, have you arrived yet?" "Since the death of Zuo Men Changxian, the people who are in charge of the sect now should be Mr. Kuang Ya, Wei Xuanzi and others, right?" "No." Zhang Jingqing shook his head slightly and told the news he knew:

"I ordered my disciples to go down the mountain to gather information. The current leader in charge of the Trinity Bureau is a fellow Trinity Taoist who has never revealed his identity." "He is the junior fellow of the Zuo Menzhang, and was one of the group that went down the mountain to travel in the early years;" "Now I am taking my disciple Lu Jin down the mountain and heading to Quan Xing's base to look for Wu Gensheng. I don't know what the situation is." Hearing this, the leader of the Huode Sect, a middle-aged man with a smooth head and a rough face, couldn't help but be curious: "Can we contact them?" "It's hard to say." Zhang Jingqing was not sure either, and said frankly: "The Sanyi Mountain is completely closed, and only these two are out fighting demons. I have entrusted the Lu family and Jianghu Inn to look for them. I hope to find their whereabouts as soon as possible." The head of Liuyun Sword looked like a knight, with a long sword on his back and his white hair tied up, making him look more handsome. He suggested: "That's fine. We'll just wait until tomorrow when he reaches Longhu Mountain and we'll intercept him. If he wants to leave, he'll have to ask us for permission." "Yeah." Zhang Jingqing agreed, but couldn't help but sigh: "I wonder if this devil has any more plans, or if there are other demons secretly helping him?" "If it's as the letter says, then it's fine, but we should still make some preparations. After all, Quan Xing has never had a bottom line." The head of Wudang had some doubts. As a leader of a sect with rich experience, he had seen many storms and was well aware of Quan Xing's despicable nature. "We are here to support this time. All the factions have come. If there are really monsters causing trouble, we can just kill them all. They can't cause any trouble." The head of Liuyun Sword put down his teacup and spoke in a cold tone. "Everyone, you have come a long way and must have worked hard. Take a rest early and get enough rest to wait for the appointment with the demon tomorrow." Zhang Jingqing offered tea to several people, exchanged greetings for a while, and then everyone left. The night sky is dotted with stars, but the atmosphere is particularly solemn and depressing. Be it the Heavenly Master and disciples of Mount Longhu, or the heads and followers of various sects, everyone knows that there will be a bloody battle tomorrow, and all they have to do is to go all out and suppress all unfavorable factors. In a thatched hut in the wilderness, dark clouds covered the sky and heavy rain poured down. The candlelight illuminated the dim environment in the house. Wu Gensheng had already recovered. He was eating coarse grains with big mouthfuls, looking very energetic. He was drinking Du Kang tea with Old Man Duan.

"Come, come, Master, walk one more time and see me off!" Wu Gensheng's dirty face turned red because he was drunk. "Hey, Master, you are joking. I believe you can retire after achieving your goal and turn danger into safety." "Come, drink—!" "Let's go!" The two men clinked their wine bowls together and drank happily, not worrying about the appointment tomorrow at all. But Li Muxuan was out of place. He squatted at the door, looking up at the endless darkness outside the house and the heavy rain, and gradually became lost in thought. In front of the vast universe, his uneasy and anxious mood gradually calmed down, and he held the bottle of medicine given by Mrs. Liu. After careful consideration and driven by curiosity, he gently pulled out the old wooden cork and peeked inside. What came into his sight was a blood-colored pill that exuded a faint fragrance. "Is it really useful to rely on this kind of thing?" At this moment, he felt sad and confused, with regret following him like a shadow. He held the medicine bottle tightly in his pocket, and his eyes were misty. One wrong step leads to another. The experiences over the years have gone in the opposite direction and seem ridiculous. At this point, he had to admit that he was completely regretful and helpless when he knelt in the courtyard of Trinity Gate that day and watched Zuo Rutong float in the air. If he had been more patient when being tested; If there were no out-of-control emotions and retorts in the woods; If there is no impulse when welcoming the crane tower; If there were no disguised disciples entering the mountain; The current situation would not have occurred. Li Muxuan clenched his fists, the medicine bottle was almost shattered, he lowered his head, and salty tears rolled down his face. Everything seemed so close, but in the end it was all in vain. "Boom!" Silver-white lightning tore through the darkness, and the deafening sound still could not cover up the voice in the heart. If I hadn’t made the wrong choice, if I could continue acting, if I could go back. The night is endless and the candlelight is getting dim. Wu Gensheng and Master Duan fell into deep sleep one after another, leaving Li Muxuan alone, squatting at the door and weeping silently, like a lost dog with no way home. Even though he was in good health and not far from thirty, he still cried like a baby that night. A long-lost feeling of unfamiliarity rose from the bottom of his heart. Li Muxuan recalled the first time he got into trouble and was taken by his father to a neighbor's house to apologize. Is it fear? Are you nervous? Are you regretting it? He couldn't explain it, he just knew it was too late. When the Ghost Hand King passed away, he was too hesitant to call out "Master". It might be said that he was afraid that his wish would be fulfilled and he would just leave. It was just that there was always some grudge in his heart that he couldn't call out.

When Zuo Ruotong was dying, he was too hesitant to utter a word. He clearly wanted to step forward and do something, but the ferocious looks of those Trinity disciples frightened him so much that his steps froze, and even his last words of farewell and apology died in his throat. Li Muxuan was extremely tired and couldn't fall asleep at all. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. This is the case with a lost lamb. Late at night, mountain stream. After a day of meditation, Lu Jin's injuries and physical strength had almost recovered. Especially under Jiang Mo's guidance, the understanding and operation of the three levels of reverse life have been improved, and some minor flaws have been repaired, making it smoother and more natural. His eyes were clear and his spirit was full, with blue and white Qi lingering around his body. He was stronger than ever before, and nearly one-sixth of his body could maintain the Qi state. "Uncle Master, I'm ready." Just like many years ago, when he stood under the tree and was taught by his master how to enter a state of meditation and cultivate Qi, his attitude was serious and his tone was respectful. Jiang Mo had white hair draped over his shoulders, and had only activated the first level of Reincarnation. He said softly, "Okay, I'll practice with you a bit." "Starting from the entry-level Cloud-holding Hand, I will go through all kinds of fighting techniques, and then feel the shortcomings and omissions when fighting against the charm demon and the horizontal training master of the mountain village, and strive to do my best." "Okay, Uncle Master, thank you for your help." Lu Jin said sincerely. "If you see Li Muxuan tomorrow, kill him." "Well, I dare not disappoint my uncle's expectations." In the quiet forest, two people practiced martial arts under the moon. Jiang Mo patiently taught this junior all the skills that his senior brothers had taught him in the past. "When fighting, you need to give it your all, stay highly alert, and don't be careless. Often, victory or defeat is determined by a moment's mistake." "All methods performed by Qi have a certain construction time. The difference lies in speed. And the one thing you always have to do is to be faster than your opponent." "In theory, as long as your life cultivation is high enough, you can do whatever you want, whether to strike first or to win later. Even without the blessing of special skills, they can't do anything to you." "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sounds of fists and feet colliding echoed in the mountains and forests. Lu Jin was fully focused. Under Jiang Mo's guidance, he slowly resolved the moves and vaguely touched the bottleneck. He cherished this period of time especially, and the mere thought of his enemies being so close at hand made him even more motivated. As the speed of his punches and palms became faster and faster, he was unaware that he was undergoing some kind of transformation. (End of this chapter)