No other way - Shu Long Yin (2)

Author: Hu Yan
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Publish Date: 2006-10-01
Features: Changtian Zero Geese, Remnant Sunset Grass Color, Striking the Balcony Rails Endlessly to View the Wu Hook; Jiangnan Wanderer, Raising Wine to the Wind, Pleading in Vain for Heroes to Be Free in the End of Times. The tragic fate of heroes moves ghosts to tears, the ups and downs of destiny are heartbreaking, the historical appeal is earth-shaking, and the spirit is classical and majestic. The "Xuanmu Manor," a sacred place in the martial world, falls overnight, but the carefree third son of the Wei family, Wei Que, miraculously survives. Carrying the martial arts manual "Fangyuan Jue," under the protection of the Tianmen sentinels, he embarks on a bizarre, perilous, and life-threatening revenge journey. However, by chance, he uncovers a huge secret hidden in the martial world— the pinnacle work eagerly awaited by martial arts enthusiasts, a major breakthrough in traditional martial arts writing, combining the erudition of Jin Yong, the suspense of Gu Long, and the rhythm of Huang Yi. With a grand epic scene and delicate, empathetic modern brushwork, it opens a new realm in the creation of martial arts works.
Wei Xuan, who emerged from the Valley of No One, is a master of the sword. The Tianmen sentinels, who are terrified of being killed, cannot understand where this young man, who is possessed by a demonic sword, comes from. Xu Hong, the "Hanging Corner Lord," sets up a vicious plot, and three deadly scenarios are simultaneously unleashed! On the vast chessboard of the Hanging Head Sword Valley, Wei Que first encounters one of the legendary "Eight Winds Sword Sons," Shi Yisheng, known as "Wind, Fire, Sickness, and Lightning." Before one scenario is completed, Wei Que not only helps Shi Yisheng suppress his killing intent and see through the illusions but also unexpectedly discovers an extraordinary ability to discern sword techniques from everything in heaven and earth— sword vision.
The "Three Friends Collection," a renowned martial arts sect in Jiangnan, thrives on mysterious huge donations every year, breeding luxury and conspiracy beneath the splendor. Wei Que, who is caught in the struggle for the of "The Legend of the Famous Sword," unexpectedly discovers the secret of Tianmen here!
Chapter 19: Refusing the Sword, Returning the Affection When Ningcui saw Wei Que, she almost froze her heart. On a cool morning with the first rays of the sun half-revealed, she was picking flowers in the forest by the shore. The gentle sunlight seeped into the dense green treetops of the willow forest, casting the tips of the leaves in sparkling dew like a precious sea. Such morning light should be enjoyed with all the precious and beautiful things in the world, but Ningcui never imagined she would see "that kind of thing"—her legs went weak, and she sat down with a thud. Unbeknownst to her, her hands were even weaker, and with a "" sound, the basket full of flowers fell to the ground. Could this be an omen of misfortune? Last night, another sailor died, and Miss's obsession with daydreaming hasn't improved. Even the usually calm Xuanyu Taoist priest, who had suddenly rushed out early, now bumped into her while she was picking flowers ashore. She had thought she would faint.
If she had fainted, it would have been better. She wouldn't know anything, just like the maid Ziyin, who would faint at the mere mention of "mice" or "snakes" in the house, leaving all the trouble to others. She had never seen mice or snakes before, and her eyes were always clear of such things. But today, she was the one who had seen a ghost, yet it wasn't quite like that. She was clearly scared, her hands and feet icy cold, but her mind was sharp as ever. Ningcui couldn't find a brick to knock herself out with, and could only stare blankly at the tall figure walking slowly toward her, finally stopping in front of her.
Ningcui's face turned green, and she was furious. "So the storyteller was lying! 'That kind of thing' clearly has legs—how could it float around? Next time someone blows smoke, this girl will teach them a lesson!" Thinking of punishing someone, her courage seemed to return slightly. Ignoring the clacking of her upper and lower teeth, she clasped her hands and silently prayed: "You were kind in life, may you remain so in death. Don't go astray in your later years and turn into a vengeful ghost." Suddenly, a heavy weight fell on her shoulder, and a hand gently patted her a few times.
Ningcui cried out "Wow!" and her reason completely collapsed, her body crumbling like mud, sobbing: "Wei Gongzi! You're so kind, I've been burning incense and praying for you every day in my life, offering paper money and silk. You do this for me because I used to bathe and wash you. Please, don't come looking for me." The owner of the hand laughed: "It's precisely because of your kindness to your sister that I came to find you!"
His voice was clear with a hint of laughter, and one could imagine his lips slightly raised, a playful look on his face. Ningcui, terrified and losing her senses, closed her eyes and shook her head, sobbing: "Woo, you're looking for a little girl to serve in the underworld, why did you come to me? Everyone knows Ziyin is a hundred times better than me. You really won't open your eyes even when you're dead! Woo" She and Ziyin were as close as sisters, and out of pride, she would never admit in front of others that Ziyin was more considerate and meticulous. Now, she felt both wronged and aggrieved, encountering a foolish ghost who couldn't tell right from wrong. As she thought more, her sorrow overcame her fear, and she wept sadly, lamenting her own fate.
The visitor laughed loudly: "Ziyin sister has her own merits, and you're no worse either! This is called 'spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excelling in their own way'