Ask Wudang Chapter 215

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“What kind of palm technique is this?”

After taking this palm, Zhang Zhuo was shocked beyond measure. He quickly scurried to the mechanism hub, pulled down the mechanism without hesitation, blocking the scripture buyer, and then used all his skills to quickly escape from White Ape Mountain.

The scripture buyer was blocked by the mechanism and could no longer catch up with Zhang Zhuo, so he could only retreat in disappointment.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Zhang Zhuo, as a famous thief in the martial arts world, naturally had more than one lair besides White Ape Mountain. At the moment, he was poisoned by cold, and White Ape Mountain was no longer safe, so he had to go to another lair to hide.

This lair of his was on Mount Hua.

It is said that Ye Qingfeng traveled the world, and one day he revisited his old haunts and arrived at Mount Hua.

As soon as he reached the summit of Mount Hua, he suddenly heard a clamor from behind the mountain. Following the sound, he moved over and saw three or forty monks and lay people gathered on a stone platform, all holding weapons, seemingly engaged in a martial arts competition.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng arrive, everyone’s eyes lit up, secretly praising, “Is this person perhaps a banished immortal?”

In terms of actual age, Ye Qingfeng was already over fifty years old.

It was only because his cultivation had deepened over the years, and he had meticulously studied the North Profound Divine Art, that his appearance had remained unchanged.

This group of monks and lay people only thought he was a tourist on Mount Hua. After glancing at him, they no longer paid him any attention.

A giant man, like a black tower, stepped out and said loudly, “Everyone, today we gather here to compete in martial arts and swordplay to contend for the title of the world’s greatest martial artist. It’s not something that can be achieved by mere clamoring. Since everyone is gathered here, why don’t we decide the victor with true skill? As long as someone can remain undefeated, everyone will be convinced and publicly acclaim him as the world’s greatest martial artist.”

As soon as these words fell, a long-bearded Taoist echoed, “That’s right, in the past, there was the elegant event of the Mount Hua Sword Conference in the martial arts world. Today, let’s have our own discussion and see who among the heroes of today can take the top spot?”

Hearing their words, everyone cheered in agreement.

Ye Qingfeng, however, looked bewildered, secretly thinking, “Mount Hua Sword Conference? What’s going on?”

If it was about the Mount Hua Sword Conference, Ye Qingfeng knew about it. In the first Mount Hua Sword Conference, East Heretic, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and Central Divine were all renowned. To contend for a copy of the Nine Yin Manual, the five agreed to compete on the summit of Mount Hua, with the most skilled winning. As a result, Wang Chongyang overpowered the Four Absolutes and won the title of the world’s greatest martial artist.

Twenty-five years later, the second Mount Hua Sword Conference began. By then, Wang Chongyang had already passed away. In addition to the East Heretic, West Poison, South Emperor, and North Beggar, Zhou Botong, Qiu Qianren, and Guo Jing also participated. Each of them had profound cultivation and their own strengths, but if it came to the world’s greatest, it seemed that the (crazy Ouyang Feng) was the strongest.

However, in these two Mount Hua Sword Conferences, the participants were all top experts of their time, all of them grandmasters of martial arts. It was precisely because of this that these two Mount Hua Sword Conferences became a beautiful story in the martial arts world, an enduring legend in the Jianghu.

And now, this group of crooked melons and cracked dates, without even a second-rate expert among them, were actually here competing in martial arts and swordplay, and even contending for the title of the world’s greatest martial artist. This was truly absurd, no wonder Ye Qingfeng looked bewildered.

“These people must have been invited by monkeys…”

Muttering to himself, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but laugh.

Hearing his laughter, these monks and lay people became displeased.

The black tower-like man shouted, “Hey, you brat, we are competing in martial arts and swordplay here, which is so sacred and solemn, yet you are laughing there. You are simply blaspheming us! Quickly kowtow three hundred times to us lords, and then we might spare your life.”

Hearing this, Ye Qingfeng was first stunned, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He laughed more and more wildly, shaking the valley with resounding echoes, like a strong wind sweeping the earth, clouds gathering, and boundless power. Under this wild laughter, these monks and lay people all turned pale, then trembled all over, unable to hold their weapons steady, which fell to the ground one after another.

“A bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, still trying to mimic the Mount Hua Sword Conference, all of you scram!”

As soon as the shout came out, these monks and lay people first turned pale, then cried out, desperately fleeing down the mountain, not even daring to pick up their weapons. In an instant, they were all gone.

“This Mount Hua was originally a place of tranquility, but I didn’t expect there to be a group of imposters here.”

“However, seeking fame and fortune is human nature, so we can’t blame them.”

After muttering a few words, Ye Qingfeng moved again, heading towards Jade Maiden Peak.

Upon reaching the peak, he saw a small temple in the distance, with a lifelike stone horse standing beside it.

This temple was the famous Jade Maiden Shrine.

Entering the main hall of the Jade Maiden Shrine, he saw that the statue of the Jade Maiden had a graceful and charming appearance.

After glancing at the statue, Ye Qingfeng muttered, “This statue doesn’t look like a celestial maiden, but rather like someone from the martial arts world.” At this point, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind, and he continued, “Could it be that this statue is Lin Chaoying? In her younger years, she traveled the world, performing acts of chivalry and bestowing kindness, benefiting the common people. Perhaps someone, remembering her benevolence, erected this shrine to worship her.”

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“That’s right, when I came in, I saw a stone horse carved beside the temple. If it were an ordinary immortal maiden, it wouldn’t be like this. That stone horse must be in memory of Lin Chaoying’s mount. So, this Jade Maiden Peak is also named after her. Interesting, interesting…”

Although he didn’t know if the statue was indeed Lin Chaoying, recalling the process of the statue leaving its mark in history, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. At that moment, as mist rose and clouds gathered in the mountains, a set of sword techniques spontaneously appeared in Ye Qingfeng’s mind.

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This set of sword techniques, totaling nineteen forms, was created based on the terrain of Jade Maiden Peak. Some were grand and majestic, some gentle and graceful, and some heroic and unyielding, deeply embodying the essence of the words “Jade Maiden.” The variations in the forms could be considered the ultimate in swordplay. Once the sword technique was perfected, Ye Qingfeng did not hesitate, directly using his finger as a sword to leave the essence and secrets of the sword technique on the western wall of the temple.

Later, Hao Datong came to Mount Hua and founded the Mount Hua School, discovering these nineteen forms of swordplay. He then named them the Jade Maiden Nineteen Swords, which were passed down through generations and became one of the most profound sword techniques of the Mount Hua School.

However, these are all later stories, which will be put aside for now.

After leaving the sword technique, Ye Qingfeng had no further attachments and slowly descended the peak.

As he reached the mountainside, his heart suddenly stirred, and he muttered, “Hmm? Someone’s climbing up over there.”

His eyesight was extraordinary, and he looked up, seeing two people climbing up the hillside, one after the other.

The person in front moved agilely and flexibly, like an ape, moving through the rocks and vegetation without hindrance. The person behind seemed to be in pursuit, but his lightness skill was slightly inferior, always remaining twenty to thirty zhang behind the person in front.

“It’s him?”

Ye Qingfeng recognized the person behind at a glance.

That person was none other than Xuanming Zi, who had jointly attacked Ye Qingfeng during the Battle of Xiangyang.

And the person in front was Zhang Zhuo, the Thousand-Handed White Ape, who had stolen the Lankavatara Sutra.

That’s right, Xuanming Zi was the scripture buyer.

Why did Xuanming Zi know that the Nine Yang Manual was hidden in the Lankavatara Sutra?

All of this goes back to after the Battle of Xiangyang ended.

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