Cutting off Tian Boguang

In Shazo's memory, the novel describes Tian Boguang going up the mountain at dusk.

However, he did not completely trust the records of this point in time. Since he had traveled through time, there might be changes in the details.

Shazo went to the kitchen to get some dry biscuits as provisions, filled a gourd with boiling water, returned to the dormitory, took his longsword, and went to stake out near the Mountain Gate.

Although the path to the Mount Hua Sect and the path to the Siguo Cliff are not the same, the Mountain Gate is the only way through. Shazo must stay here to prevent Tian Boguang from turning back and going to the sect halfway.

The disciples of the Mount Hua Sect were not only Yue Buqun's disciples. In addition to Yue Lingshan, there were also female disciples taken in by their master's wife, Ning Zezhong. They did not live or practice martial arts with the male disciples.

If Tian Boguang were to break into the Mount Hua Sect, given his scoundrel reputation, the reputations of all eight young women from the Mount Hua Sect would be completely ruined.

Apart from Yue Lingshan, who intended to marry Linghu Chong, Ning Zezhong's seven female disciples will likely meet a tragic end.

For the sake of the Mount Hua Sect and its members, Shazo must first ensure that Tian Boguang does not enter the Mount Hua Sect.

The whole day has passed, and there are many people coming and going at the Mount Hua Mountain Gate: Daoist priests on the mountain, pilgrims who come to offer incense and fulfill their vows, and porters who carry grain, rice, oil, salt, fruits and vegetables.

As the sun began to set, a porter caught Shazo's attention.

The carrying pole he was carrying had two large bamboo baskets tied to both ends. Shazo's sharp eyes peered through the gaps in the bamboo baskets and saw dark brown jars. Whether they contained oil or wine, the load weighed around 150 jin (approximately 75 kg).

Although many porters can carry heavier loads, their steps would never be so light and quick, as if they were empty-handed.

Most importantly, no porter would wear leather boots; they don't have that much money to waste, and boots aren't suitable for climbing mountains.

With so many suspicious points, Shazo, through careful observation and comparison of physiques, confirmed that this guy was indeed the master of Qinggong skills who had been spying on the training ground that morning.

He is Tian Boguang.

So Shazo followed far behind, and when he saw Tian Boguang turn off halfway and head towards the Siguo Cliff, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Tian Boguang's Qinggong was too good. He didn't have absolute confidence in killing him in complex terrain, but it was a different story in the typical Mount Hua Mountain environment of Siguo Cliff, where there Ancient One path since ancient times.

Tian Boguang had to choose between being killed by Shazo or jumping off a cliff and dying.

Shazo didn't rush to catch up. Instead, he stopped and slowly ate his dry rations and drank his fill of cool boiled water.

It's only early spring, and there's still a thick layer of snow on Mount Hua, so eating a bellyful of cold food can be a bit uncomfortable.

After eating his fill, Shazo slowly circulated his True Qi, using the heat of the Lava Style to gradually warm his entire body, bringing him to his peak physical condition.

He placed the extra cakes and gourds on the stones by the roadside, swiped his longsword from behind his back to his waist, and, with renewed vigor, charged five steps at a time toward the Siguo Cliff.

Not long after, Shazo heard laughter coming from the Siguo Cliff.

That was his long-lost Eldest Senior Brother, Linghu Chong, exclaiming loudly, "What excellent wine!"

A moment later, Linghu Chong exclaimed even louder, "A wine of unparalleled quality, rarely seen in the world!"

A completely unfamiliar laugh followed, "I once heard someone say that among the world's famous wines, Fenjiu is in the north and Shaoxing Wine is in the south."

"The best Fenjiu is not in Shanxi but in Chang'an, and among the fine wines of Chang'an, the 'Zhexianlou' (Exiled Immortal Tower), where Li Bai often got drunk, is considered the best."

"In this world, besides these two large jars of wine, there is no third jar."

Linghu Chong asked in surprise, "Could it be that only these two jars remain in the cellar of ' The Exiled Immortal Tower '?"

The stranger laughed loudly, "After taking these two jars of wine, I saw that there were still more than two hundred jars in the cellar. I thought to myself, in Chang'an, whether you're a high-ranking official or an ordinary person, as long as you have money in your pocket, you can go to the ' Exiled Immortal Tower ' to drink such fine wine. How can that make Linghu Chong, the great hero of the Mount Hua Sect, seem so extraordinary and different from others?"

So I used a carrying pole to play ping-pong for a while, making a loud splash and laughing, which filled the cellar with the aroma of wine, and the wine even reached my waist.

Linghu Chong, both surprised and amused, said, "Brother Tian actually smashed over two hundred jars of fine wine to pieces?"

Shazo raised an eyebrow, completely confirming Tian Boguang's identity.

A murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart. He drew the long sword from his waist with his right hand, removed the scabbard from his left hand, and began to run at full speed, rushing towards the cliff.

Shazo then heard Tian Boguang burst into laughter, saying, "There are only two such jars in the world, this gift is truly valuable! Haha, haha!"

Linghu Chong said, "Thank you, thank you!"

After a moment, he continued, "Actually, Brother Tian, carrying these two large jars of wine from Chang'an to Mount Hua must have been incredibly difficult and troublesome. Let alone a famous wine, even if it were just two jars of plain water, Linghu Chong would appreciate your kindness."

Tian Boguang raised his right thumb and shouted, "A true man! A real hero!"

Just as he finished speaking, Tian Boguang's ears twitched. He heard a series of light footsteps and the sound of clothes rustling in the wind.

Suddenly turning his head, Tian Boguang saw a robust figure on the Mountain Path transform into a Qing Ying, rushing up at an incredible speed.

The figure held a long sword in his right hand and a scabbard in his left, his murderous aura firmly locked onto Tian Boguang, clearly indicating that he was coming for him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tian Boguang drew his Fast Blade with a clang, turned around, and transformed into a whirlwind, launching a counterattack against the attackers.

As a lone Flower-Picking Thief wandering the world, hiding and running away whenever possible is the survival rule for a thief like Tian Boguang.

But when he was cornered on Mount Hua, with no way to escape, he understood the principle that the brave prevail when paths cross.

Linghu Chong drank two large bowls of Fenjiu, and the alcohol made him react a few beats slower.

Before he could do anything, Qing Ying and Kuangfeng collided violently, their sword and blade flashes intertwining, yet not a single crisp metallic clang was produced.

Only Tian Boguang's unpleasant voice kept shouting, and the fighting spirit in his roars quickly faded, eventually turning into a feeling of fear and shrinking back.

Linghu Chong was overjoyed, thinking: I wonder which master came to Mount Hua and happened to run into Tian Boguang. It's a good opportunity to drive him away and save the Mount Hua Sect from a disaster.

When he looked closely, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The flickering sword light was actually the Mount Hua Basic Swordplay, and the person who came was actually from the Mount Hua Sect!

But where else in the Mount Hua Sect besides its leader Yue Buqun could one find such a master?

Tian Boguang's roar suddenly turned into a scream, the blade shadow vanished instantly, and the sword light was stained with blood.

The next moment, Tian Boguang's right hand, which was holding the knife, was severed in two.

He roared in agony, leaping desperately backward.