Flying Sword

After running quickly, Su Ziyang fell to the ground. Looking back, he saw that the area around the crater had been completely destroyed, with dust flying everywhere and the surrounding bamboo forest all broken.

"Is... is this a bomb...?"

Su Ziyang looked at the shattered scene with trepidation.

"This is Flying Sword."

Master Zhenze helped Su Ziyang up, and the others who had been waiting by the bamboo house all ran over when they heard the noise.

"Are you alright, Ziyang? Are you alright?"

Mr. Mengfei ran to Su Ziyang's side and touched him up and down. Only when he saw that Su Ziyang was alright did Mr. Mengfei feel relieved.

At this moment, Mr. Mengfei, who often joked with Su Ziyang, appeared even more nervous than Fairy Li.

Although Fairy Li usually seemed very decisive, seeing Su Ziyang covered in dirt, her hands trembled slightly. She held Su Ziyang's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

"It's alright, he's already arranged everything. Oh no, hurry, let's go back!"

Zhenze's master also felt a sense of relief, Zhenze just as he caught his breath, he cried out that something was wrong.

Zhenze's master led the group back to the bamboo house. Upon entering, they discovered that their grandmaster, who was still sitting cross-legged, was already lifeless.

Moreover, the strong smell of blood in the room had dissipated, replaced by a faint scent of grass.

"This..." Mr. Mengfei looked at his grandmaster uncle, somewhat bewildered.

"It's alright. He wanted to pass on his skills to you, his youngest apprentice. Whether he succeeds or not, he doesn't have much time left. The burial site has already been chosen; he'll be buried in the bamboo grove behind here!"

Master Zhenze didn't seem too sad. He quietly packed his things. In his grandmaster's bamboo house, besides the Daoist robe he was wearing, there was only a lantern on the table and a bowl for eating and drinking.

After quickly collecting their grandmaster's belongings, everyone worked together to bury him, and the matter was finally concluded.

"Master, what is Flying Sword?"

Su Ziyang had recovered somewhat, but was still leaning weakly against the back of the chair as he talked to Mr. Mengfei.

"Flying Sword, it's just Flying Sword. It's a weapon that comes out of the mouth. It's called a sword, but it's not really a sword. It's white silk, a manifestation of Qi."

Mr. Mengfei did not speak, and Master Zhenze explained to Su Ziyang from the side.

After Zhenze's master explained it to him, Su Ziyang, who was completely confused, finally understood what was going on.

"Grandmaster Uncle" is a respectful title Mr. Mengfei uses for this elderly man.

This person belongs to the Zhenze lineage, but Zhenze's master doesn't know where this ancestor came from, what his specific identity is, or how old he is.

However, when Zhenze's master was a child, this old man was already in this Daoist temple.

The story goes like this: Back then, my grandmaster was traveling around seeking knowledge and enlightenment. In a small, unremarkable mountain, he encountered a master.

The man was covered in blood and sitting cross-legged on a rock. His grandmaster thought he was an injured hunter from the mountains, so he took out his medicine for bruises and sprains and was about to go and treat him. But when he got closer, he realized that the man's blood was seeping from his pores.

This state is almost identical to the appearance of the grandmaster that Su Ziyang just saw.

When this person saw his grandmaster come to treat him, he stopped his grandmaster and did not take the hemostatic medicine that his grandmaster handed him.

But seeing his grandmaster's worried expression, the man said he would pass on Flying Sword to his grandmaster. Then he took a broken bowl and spat out a mouthful of bloody water into it.

At that time, people were simple and honest. The grandmaster knew that this person was probably a hermit and would not harm him, so he swallowed the blood without thinking.

The man watched as his grandmaster swallowed the blood he had vomited without showing any discomfort, and closed his eyes contentedly.

Thus, the Flying Sword fell into the hands of the grandmaster, who never knew the name, origin, or source of the master who passed on the Flying Sword to him until his death.

After finding an auspicious burial site for the man, the grandmaster uncle resumed his travels.

Thus, the grandmaster's uncle had another task on his travels: to search for someone who could Flying Sword. After searching in vain, he finally settled down at this Daoist temple.

Zhenze's master said that he became a monk at the age of ten and followed his master to cultivate. At that time, his master said that this old man could Flying Sword, but no one had ever seen it. He was young at the time and did not understand any rules or regulations.

He kept pestering his grandmaster to perform for him, and as time went on, the grandmaster couldn't resist the little guy's persistence and found him really cute.

They were taken to the back mountain by Zhenze's master.

At that moment, Master Zhenze pointed to a large tree in the distance, gently exhaled through his mouth, and a flash of white light appeared. The tree, as thick as a thigh, immediately fell down.

And Zhenze's master seems to be the only person in this Daoist temple who has ever seen this grandmaster-uncle Flying Sword.

In recent months, this grandmaster uncle seems to be in poor health, and blood has started to seep from his body.

At this time, the grandmaster asked Zhenze's master to build a small bamboo house on the back mountain. Then he prescribed a lot of Chinese medicine for himself and asked Zhenze's master to serve him and decoct the medicine. After that, he locked himself in that small house without windows.

The grandmaster said he was waiting for someone. Zhenze's master knew that he was waiting for someone who could take over the Flying Sword, so Zhenze's master asked Zhenze to secretly go out and find some virtuous fellow practitioners.

After many fellow practitioners and friends came into the room, none of them could get this grandmaster uncle to speak. Everyone came with high hopes, but left disappointed.

Zhenze's master was decocting the medicine, looking troubled. Seeing that this was not a solution, he simply stopped caring and let nature take its course.

Today at the Daoist temple, Zhenze secretly whispered in Mr. Mengfei's ear that his grandmaster was looking for a successor, which prompted Mr. Mengfei to drag Su Ziyang along to do this.

Coincidentally, Su Ziyang was the only person in the past few months who managed to get his grandmaster to speak, but in the end, the inheritance still failed.

Su Ziyang felt a little regretful about this matter afterward, but Mr. Mengfei had no complaints. Mr. Mengfei simply said, "As long as you are safe and healthy, that's all that matters."

Fairy Li's motto is simple: Your happiness is my happiness. Your well-being is my well-being.

These two sentences brought tears to Su Ziyang's eyes.

They were originally scheduled to return the next day, but the trip was delayed because Su Ziyang was still nauseous and vomiting.

The group settled down in the Daoist temple, where Su Ziyang learned a set of Demon-Subduing Fist from Zhenze.

"Uncle-Master, I heard from my master that you practice Thunder Arts."

Su Ziyang sat on a small stool, chatting with Zhenze while basking in the sun.

"Yes. Hahaha." Zhenze nodded, Zhenze laughter made everything around him buzz.

"Uncle-Master, could you please lower your voice a bit? You've been making my ears ring these past few days, and my hearing has deteriorated."

"Okay. Hahaha!"

Su Ziyang was speechless.

After a while, Su Ziyang covered his ears with a cheeky grin and looked at Zhenze.

"Uncle-Master, could you let me experience this? I've never seen anything like it before. How can a person generate electricity?"

Upon hearing Su Ziyang's words, Zhenze secretly glanced back at his master, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"It's alright, let's go out, let's go out. Uncle-Master, can I take a peek secretly? As long as Master doesn't know, it'll be fine."

Su Ziyang, holding Zhenze's arm, asked with a grin,

"What's so interesting about this? Oh dear, didn't you see that sword aura the other day? It blew up half the bamboo forest!"

Zhenze seemed reluctant to reveal it, his expression quite troubled.

"Uncle-Master, is your lightning magic really that powerful? It's so amazing! Let me see it! I've heard about lightning magic since I was little, that it's incredibly powerful, but I've never had the chance to see it."

Su Ziyang used the art of flattery to his advantage, making Zhenze overjoyed.

"Let me show you?" Zhenze stroked his spiky beard.

"Yeah, yeah, let's take a look. Hehe."

Su Ziyang nodded happily and pulled Zhenze outside.

"Let's go. Don't pull me!" Zhenze flicked his sleeves, then secretly glanced back at his master who was resting with his eyes closed, before leaving the gate with Su Ziyang.

After walking to the back of the Daoist temple, Zhenze had Su Ziyang stand next to a wall, while he raised his palm and pointed it at the wall.

Upon seeing Zhenze's posture, Su Ziyang dashed away, shouting, "Uncle-Master, stop fooling around! You're not going to slap me, are you? With my small frame, one slap would kill me!"

Su Ziyang ran a long way and shouted to Zhenze. Zhenze was amused by Su Ziyang and laughed and scolded, "You brat, come back here right now. If I hit you, your master will beat me to death. Come here, or my master will scold me again."

Su Ziyang then cautiously walked to the wall again.

"Okay. Touch that wall."

Zhenze told Su Ziyang to touch the wall. Su Ziyang gently touched the wall, and instantly a jolt of electricity coursed through his body, making his hair almost stand on end.

"Ouch..."

Su Ziyang was startled by the electric shock, but still touched the wall again, and then got shocked again.

"Uncle-Master, please stop your supernatural powers."

Su Ziyang clasped his hands in a fist salute to his martial uncle, Zhenze withdrew his hand. Sure enough, when Su Ziyang touched the wall again, he no longer felt the electric shock.

"Satisfied now, you brat?"

Zhenze stroked his steel-needle-like beard and patted Su Ziyang on the back. Su Ziyang then showered Zhenze with compliments.

"Well, you haven't improved in anything else, but you've certainly learned how to flatter."

Fairy Li appeared beside Su Ziyang at some point, twisted Su Ziyang's ear, and asked with her hands on her hips.

"Tsk." Su Ziyang clicked his tongue and frowned. "What kind of talk is that? How can you call this 'flattery'?"

"Hey." Fairy Li glared at him and tightened her grip, causing Su Ziyang to quickly beg for mercy.

Zhenze's two young apprentices secretly laughed behind a pillar in the main hall, covering their mouths as they watched Su Ziyang being pulled by the ear by Fairy Li.

"You two! Come here!"

When Zhenze saw the two boys snickering to themselves, he frowned and called out to them.

Upon realizing they had been discovered by their master, the two lowered their heads and ran over dejectedly.

"Have you memorized yesterday's scripture?"

"Master, we've memorized it!" the two said in unison.

"Okay. Recite it once, let me hear it."

Upon hearing that he had memorized it, Zhenze's face instantly lit up with a smile.

"Master, I'm not quite proficient yet. Can I recite it to you tonight? Yesterday I was practicing the Fuwa Gong that my senior sister taught me. Senior sister, there are a few parts of that Fuwa Gong that I'm not yet proficient in. Could you teach us again?"

These two young Daoist priests, one seventeen and the other eighteen, are named Yingwen Yingwu respectively. They are brothers, but not blood brothers; they are cousins.

The two were incredibly mischievous, getting punished frequently, yet they remained incredibly naughty. During the two days Su Ziyang stayed, Su Ziyang and Zhenze learned the Demon-Subduing Fist, while Fairy Li, having nothing else to do, taught the two children the Fuwa Gong.

"No. I have to go down the mountain today, I have some things to take care of. You two practice on your own some more. Bye, Su Ziyang."

Fairy Li grabbed Su Ziyang and started walking outside. Su Ziyang didn't know what to do, but he still followed Fairy Li outside.

"Senior sister, don't go!"

"Senior sister..."

"Ouch!!! Master, Master, ah! Master, look! Master is hitting someone again!"

The two ran towards the clerk.

"You two need to be taught a lesson."

Zhenze's master put his hands behind his back and left.

"Where are you going? Why are you dragging me along?"

Su Ziyang was pulled down the mountain by Fairy Li.

"The gentleman said that there lives a particularly skilled doctor at the foot of this mountain who can cure people without medicine."

"Zhuyou Technique?"

If we're talking about treating illnesses without medicine, Su Ziyang really can't think of any other methods besides Zhuyou Technique.

"It doesn't seem like it." Fairy Li shook her head. "She was chatting with a patient, it was quite strange anyway. You've been feeling weak these past few days, so the doctor didn't ask me to call you. I see you're alright today, come with me to see her."

Su Ziyang became interested after hearing what Fairy Li said, and followed Fairy Li to a village at the foot of the mountain.

The doctor that Fairy Li mentioned lived at the entrance of the village. After entering the house, the doctor, whom Fairy Li mentioned, was sitting on a small chair in the courtyard, treating patients.

From a distance, this person looked like a very ordinary middle-aged man.

Several people who had come to see a doctor were gathered around him. These onlookers were all very quiet; no one spoke, and they were even afraid to breathe.

A young woman sat opposite the doctor, her head bowed, listening intently to what he was saying.

Su Ziyang only heard their conversation clearly after he got closer.

The doctor spoke softly, "Do you usually talk back to your parents at home, disobey them, and do things the opposite of what they say?"

The young woman lowered her head, closed her eyes, and remained silent.

The doctor's voice was almost hypnotic as he continued to speak, but his words always revolved around the same question: whether the person often talked back to their parents.

The young woman lowered her head, frowned, and closed her eyes, remaining silent.

However, the doctor was not in a hurry. Instead, he patiently and subtly probed the question, asking it repeatedly.

About ten minutes later, the young woman couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears, crying and shouting, "Yes, I talked back to them! Why can't they let me be with that boy? Why are they interfering with my life? Waaah!"