Ask Wudang Chapter 139

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Coming out of the forest, Yang Guo and the other two were immediately startled when they saw the Divine Condor beside Ye Qingfeng.

Even the horses pulling the carriage trembled and became restless with fear.

Yang Guo asked, “Master, was that big bird the one fighting in the forest just now?”

As he spoke, he walked forward, curiously examining the Divine Condor, constantly exclaiming in wonder.

Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo were also seeing such a large bird for the first time, and their eyes were filled with curiosity.

Ye Qingfeng said, “What big bird? This is the Divine Condor, said to be a descendant of the Garuda. This old condor before us is a friend of a senior martial artist. In terms of age, it’s old enough to be your grandfather. Moreover, it’s spiritual and can understand human speech, so show some respect.”

“Ah?”

Yang Guo was startled upon hearing this, then immediately bowed repeatedly to the Divine Condor, apologizing, “Senior Divine Condor, I’m sorry. This junior was just curious and spoke without manners. Please, Senior Divine Condor, with your great magnanimity, forgive this junior this time.”

Ye Qingfeng’s forehead was full of black lines as he scolded, “You stinky brat, shut up quickly.”

How could Yang Guo dare to disobey? He immediately fell silent.

Ye Qingfeng continued, “This old condor wishes to invite us as guests. I suspect its dwelling place is the reclusive abode of that senior martial artist. When we arrive, remember to be reserved and not act rashly.”

“Yes, Master (Owner).”

The three responded in unison, all feeling that what they were witnessing was truly an unprecedented marvel.

It was one thing for a condor to grow so large, but to be so deeply human-like and even know how to invite guests, was it not a spirit?

Ye Qingfeng then turned to the Divine Condor and said, “Old condor, please lead the way.”

“Caw-caw!”

The Divine Condor responded, then leaped into the forest, leading the way.

Ye Qingfeng followed closely behind.

The Divine Condor Valley was extremely secluded, and the carriage definitely couldn’t enter, so the task of carrying Lu Wushuang fell to Yang Guo.

Thus, the group followed the Divine Condor through many twists and turns, finally arriving at the Divine Condor Valley as night fell. The first place they reached was naturally the main cave of the Divine Condor Valley, which was also the burial place of Dugu Qiubai.

Soon, a bonfire was lit in the cave, and the few people sat around the fire.

The Divine Condor was not among them, as it had gone hunting.

Yang Guo had been very curious, but he hadn’t dared to ask along the way. Now that he had a rare moment of leisure, he finally couldn’t help but ask, “Master, you said earlier that this was the reclusive abode of a senior martial artist, but why don’t I see anyone?”

Ye Qingfeng pointed to the pile of scattered rocks nearby and said, “Over there.”

Yang Guo turned to look, first startled, then exclaimed, “That… that senior is already dead?”

Ye Qingfeng nodded and said, “Indeed, that senior was a figure from over a hundred years ago and has long since passed away. If he were still alive, what Central Plains Five Absolutes, what Western Regions Grandmasters, all of them would be nothing. In fact, even I might not be his match.”

“Ah!”

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo and the other two were greatly astonished. While they hadn’t truly seen how powerful the Central Plains Five Absolutes were, they had witnessed Ye Qingfeng’s prowess firsthand. If even Ye Qingfeng admitted he might not be a match, just how formidable was this senior?

After a moment of astonishment, Yang Guo asked again, “Then, who exactly is this senior?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “See for yourselves.”

As his voice fell, he raised his hand and swept it, and an invisible surge of energy immediately shot out, shaking off the moss on the western stone wall of the cave. Immediately after, several lines of sharply written large characters appeared on the stone wall.

“Having roamed the martial world for over thirty years, slaying all foes and defeating all heroes, there is no longer any opponent in the world. Helpless, I can only live in seclusion in this deep valley, making friends with condors. Alas, throughout my life, I sought but could not find a single opponent, truly lonely and unbearable.”

The signature below was: “Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai.”

After reading these large characters, the three were all shaken, repeating them several times in their minds, and actually began to comprehend the profound loneliness and unbearable feeling within. Each thought to themselves: This senior, because he had no equal in the world, had to live in seclusion in a deep valley. The depth and subtlety of his martial arts were truly unfathomable. This person was known as the “Sword Demon,” surely wielding his sword like a god, and his name was “Qiubai” (Seeking Defeat), likely meaning he traveled the world seeking someone who could defeat him, but never succeeded, and finally died here in melancholy. Thinking of this, the three couldn’t help but be lost in admiration.

Beyond their admiration, Yang Guo and the other two finally understood why Ye Qingfeng would admit he wasn’t a match.

Unlike Yang Guo and the others, Ye Qingfeng wasn’t looking at the text content, but rather the sword intent remaining on the stone wall. It was precisely because he felt the residual sword intent on the stone wall that he instantly found the location of the text.

“What a Sword Demon, what a Dugu Qiubai.”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but praise.

Dugu Qiubai had clearly been dead for a hundred years, but the text he left behind, his sword intent, still lingered. This showed that he had at least reached the realm of “Fa You Yuan Ling” (Law Possesses Original Spirit), which was Ye Qingfeng’s current realm.

The higher one’s martial arts, the deeper one’s understanding of principles, the more one feels lonely.

There’s no way around it. When one’s martial arts are high, one is unmatched in the world, unable to even find an opponent.

When one understands deep principles, what one says cannot be understood by ordinary people, and there’s no one to even communicate with.

How then can one not be lonely?

Dugu Qiubai had precisely such a state of mind.

For over a hundred years, only Ye Qingfeng could deeply understand this. Feeling this, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but sigh, “~It’s just a pity that I wasn’t born in the same era as you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been so lonely.”

“Caw-caw!”

Just then, the sound of the Divine Condor came from outside the cave, and the few people gradually came back to their senses.

Following the sound, they saw the Divine Condor enter the cave, carrying a small wild boar in its mouth.

Ye Qingfeng was the first to stand up and say, “Old condor, you’ve worked hard.” Then he instructed Yang Guo, “Disciple, go clean up this game. It’s a rare treat from the old condor; tonight we’ll have a good meal.”

“Alright!”

Yang Guo responded and immediately set to work.

Before long, the small wild boar was on the grill, roasted golden and dripping with oil, its aroma wafting everywhere.

Ye Qingfeng then ordered Yang Guo to fetch wine. The four people and one condor ate meat and drank wine, truly enjoying themselves.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, the four awoke one after another. The Divine Condor had already prepared wild fruits and snake gallbladders to entertain them.

After a simple breakfast, except for Lu Wushuang, whose legs were still inconvenient, the other three split up. Yang Guo went to buy daily necessities, Hong Lingbo handled all the food, and Ye Qingfeng was responsible for cutting wood to build houses.

As for the Divine Condor, it helped catch some wild game or gather some wild fruits. It had been lonely for a long time, and suddenly having so many people accompany it, it was naturally very happy, so it quickly became familiar with the few people.

In this manner, the three people and one condor cooperated with each other. A few days later, several simple thatched huts were built.

From then on, the four settled down in the Divine Condor Valley.

One day, seeing Yang Guo practicing his sword, the Divine Condor suddenly cried out excitedly. Then, it led the few people to a cliff, signaling them to climb up the cliff. Ye Qingfeng already knew that the top was the Sword Mound, so he didn’t hesitate at all. He immediately used his Qinggong (lightness skill) and leaped up. Yang Guo followed closely behind, also using his Qinggong to catch up. Although Hong Lingbo was curious, her Qinggong was not good enough, so she could only sigh in admiration. As for Lu Wushuang, there was even less to say; her legs hadn’t healed, so she couldn’t climb up at all.

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