Mount Tai Disciples
The group of five emerged from the mountains and forests.
Finally, they stepped onto the main road, and after walking along it for a short while, a city came into view.
"I wonder where my master has gone..."
Her delicate face was filled with worry.
Yilin, somewhat restless, peeked out and looked at both sides of the road.
For this naive young girl, encountering Tian Boguang was extremely dangerous.
"Don't worry, Abbess Dingyi will definitely pass through Hengyang City. A group of monks walking on the street will always attract attention. Now that Third Master Liu Washing Hands in a Golden Basin, countless martial arts figures have come. Someone will definitely see you."
Ji Boying offered a few words of comfort and then led the four of them into the city.
The light rain started to fall again.
Sure enough, the streets were filled with many martial arts practitioners carrying knives and swords, each with a different demeanor—some hurrying along, others carefree and unrestrained. Some sat by the roadside engaging in lively discussions, while others sat in front of taverns drinking heartily.
Seeing five people enter through the city gate—four nuns and one man—they were naturally surprised by this combination.
There were also those with ulterior motives, exchanging winks and smirks, calling out to their friends, and watching with amusement.
The words that come out of his mouth are never clean.
This caused the four young nuns to huddle together more cautiously, forming a tight huddle.
Ji Boying frowned slightly and scanned the street with his eyes.
His swordsmanship was superb, his internal strength was profound, and his eyes were bright and piercing.
After scanning the area, the martial arts practitioners from all directions felt a sudden brightness in their eyes amidst the drizzling rain.
When I met Ji Boying's eyes, my eyes felt sore and strained.
Before their eyes could even sting and shed tears, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look any further. They were all in awe, wondering where such a master with profound inner strength had come from.
Only the bold ones would sneakily peek out of the corner of their eye.
Ji Boying wore a bamboo hat, his face shrouded in shadow, but it couldn't completely conceal his features.
He was tall and walked down the street. Many people in the martial arts world were sitting by the roadside or under the eaves to avoid the rain, or were directly enjoying the drizzling rain. Therefore, they all looked up at him from below.
Looking at Ji Boying, he had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome appearance, and was very young.
I was even more astonished.
Ji Boying ignored these people and strode inside. He only vaguely remembered that there was a Return Goose Inn in this city. He figured that the people in the restaurant must have been well-informed and had met the nun from the Hengshan Sect.
After walking for only a short while, before even finishing half the street, I heard chaotic footsteps coming from all directions.
A group of martial arts practitioners, dressed in oilcloths and wearing bamboo hats, of similar age, approached this area.
The puddles on the bluestone street were scattered by their footsteps, and they were wearing sandals.
Surprisingly, it was a group of Daoist priests who arrived.
Ji Boying was wary, but he had a suspicion: could they be from the Mount Tai Sect?
"Could they be the junior sisters from the Hengshan Sect?"
A man carrying a sword stepped forward, looking at Ji Boying warily.
This person was straightforward, making no attempt to hide the wariness in his eyes.
Before the young nuns of the Hengshan Sect could answer, they picked up their swords and questioned Ji Boying.
"Brother, who are you? Why are you with the Hengshan Sect sisters we're looking for? What are you up to?"
Just as Ji Boying and the four young nuns were about to speak, they heard a loud cracking sound.
The man who was talking suddenly leaned forward, and his straw hat was knocked off.
"You good-for-nothing brat! Don't you even recognize your senior brothers from the Mount Hua Sect?"
Ji Boying looked around, a white-bearded Daoist priest stood up from behind and just withdrew his hand.
The man from before was seen with his head down, looking embarrassed.
He smiled ingratiatingly.
"Uncle-Master Tiansong, I'm just worried about my fellow disciples from the Hengshan Sect. How did you know that this gentleman in front of me is a senior disciple from the Mount Hua Sect?"
The man gave Ji Boying an embarrassed look, then bent over and stood beside Tiansong with his head down.
Upon hearing this Tiansong glared and raised his hand to slap the man on the back of the head, making him twitch.
Ji Boying and the four nuns all thought that the old Daoist priest in front of them was a grumpy old man.
Then I heard him swear.
"Idiot, can't you see the long sword at your senior brother's waist?"
Upon hearing this, Chi Baicheng realized what was going on, and the Mount Tai Sect disciples all looked over.
Ji Boying's long sword at his waist was adorned with a blue silk tassel.
Looking at the style of that longsword, it is clearly a sword used by the Mount Hua Sect.
Chi Baicheng bowed to Ji Boying with great embarrassment.
"I apologize for my rudeness, senior brother. I am Chi Baicheng, a disciple of the Mount Tai Sect. I met Uncle Dingyi in this city and he told me about my junior sister's disappearance. Since we are Five Great Mountains Sword Sects, the disciples of the Mount Tai Sect will naturally search for her together."
"I only heard from someone that four junior sisters and a tall man with profound internal strength had arrived outside the city. I was worried about the safety of the four junior sisters, so I brought my fellow senior brothers and junior brothers to surround them. Please forgive me, please forgive me."
No wonder Daoist Tiansong was angry. It's one thing for outsiders, but they are from the Five Great Mountains Sword Sects, and they have always been of one mind with each other. How could they not even recognize each other's weapons and swords?
Chi Baicheng said that, Ji Boying generously let the matter drop. Everyone chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was pleasant and harmonious for a while.
However, the many disciples of the Mount Tai Sect were still surprised.
Especially Daoist Tiansong and Chi Baicheng.
The majority of the disciples of the Mount Tai Sect are naturally from Shandong.
Shandong has always been known for producing Han Dynasty, and Chi Baicheng and Daoist Tiansong were not short either, they were still not as tall as Ji Boying.
In particular, he vaguely remembered that when someone came to report, they said that the person who came had extremely profound internal strength. Just by looking into his eyes, he felt his eyes ache. He was clearly full of energy and had profound internal strength.
That is why Chi Baicheng were worried and felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
They thought some powerful figure had come and kidnapped Yilin and the others, which is why they rushed over.
Daoist Tiansong remained calm and recognized Ji Boying's sword, thus clearing up the misunderstanding.
But they were only thinking about the disciple in front of them. He was too young. How could he have such profound internal strength?
That is why Tiansong made Chi Baicheng address Ji Boying as his senior brother.
"Could it be him?"
Daoist Tiansong and Chi Baicheng exchanged a silent glance, their eyes wide with shock.
Clearly, they were thinking the same thing.
Before they could recover from their shock, they heard a strong, clear female voice.
Where is Yilin?
There was a mix of tension, worry, and anger.
Before the person arrived, their voice preceded them, strong and resonant.