Chapter 177: Tian Boguang is gone, but Huang Boliu is still there
After Lu Dayou accompanied Linghu Chong for dinner, he packed up the dishes and went down the mountain.

Master clearly told me before he left that if there was any problem within the sect, I should contact my eldest brother.

But Lu Dayou had talked with his senior brother several times, and it seemed that his senior brother always handled the situation in the same way:
Restrain the fellow students and wait for the master to come back and take charge.

As more and more people gave these answers, Lu Dayou began to feel that "I can do it, too."

But even though he thought this in his heart, he still respected his senior brother very much. After all, half of his Kung Fu was taught by his senior brother, and one should not forget his roots.

Linghu Chong closed his eyes and rested for a while. Feeling bored, he lit a torch and went to the back cave to look at the sword moves on the stone wall.

As he watched further, he found that the sword moves became more and more exquisite, and the last dozens of moves were even more unpredictable and wonderful.

But no matter how powerful the sword moves are, the opponent's stick must have a more powerful way to restrain it.

At the end of the Huashan School's swordplay diagram, it was engraved that the swordsman threw away his sword, bowed his head and knelt in front of the stick wielder.

Linghu Chong felt frustrated. All those exquisite sword techniques that he had never seen before were broken one by one by the opponent. Even though the stick wielder was arrogant and mean in the picture, it was absolutely true that the Huashan School's sword techniques were completely broken by him and there was no way they could compete with him.

That night, he walked back and forth in the cave for countless times, and the more he looked, the sadder he became.

He felt that he had never suffered such a huge blow in his life:
"There are at least a hundred sword moves on the stone wall that even Master and Master's Wife don't know. But even if you master the highest sword technique of our sect, what's the use?"

"As long as the other party knows how to crack it, the strongest master of our sect will have to give up his sword and surrender. If he refuses to admit defeat, he will have no choice but to commit suicide."

Linghu Chong was wandering back and forth, feeling anxious and distressed. Looking at the figure kneeling on the ground in surrender, he became even more anxious. He raised his sword and started to cut at the stone wall. When the tip of the sword was about to touch the stone wall, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart:
"A real man is upright and aboveboard. Losing is losing, winning is winning. My Huashan skills are inferior to others, so what can I say?"

When looking at the other figures on the stone wall, I saw that the sword moves of the four schools of Songshan, Hengshan, Taishan and Hengshan were all broken by their opponents. Their situation was beyond redemption and they finally knelt down in surrender.

Linghu Chong had been in the sect for many years and had a wide range of knowledge. Although he could not understand the profoundness of the sword moves of the other four sects, he knew the general gist of them. He saw the sword moves of the four sects engraved on the stone wall. Every move was extremely brilliant and awe-inspiring, but every move was eventually broken by the opponent.

"Brother Ou, what would you do if you saw that our lost martial arts were also destroyed here?"

"Junior Brother Mi once said that in terms of swordsmanship alone, Senior Brother Ou's understanding is even better than Uncle Liu's."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but think of that man. He was the third smartest person in the world. When he suddenly saw these murals, he would also be shocked, right?

and then?
How will Brother Ou react?

Can I still be at ease?
Suddenly, Linghu Chong remembered the scene where Ou Zanghua killed Tian Boguang.

He stood up suddenly, looking at the method of breaking the stone wall, and in his mind he was still simulating Ou Zanghua's strategy to deal with the enemy.

"With Senior Brother Ou's inner strength, he doesn't even need to fight these people head-on. He can just keep a distance and defeat them with his sonic power, right?"

"But if that's the case, isn't it a bit unfair?"

Linghu Chong felt his mind was in a mess. He came out of the cave, stumbled to the stone bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the following days, as long as no one came to the Cliff of Repentance, Linghu Chong would stay in the cave, trying to study how to improve his Huashan swordsmanship.

But after studying it over and over again, not only did the original sword moves change, but he failed to come up with any new tricks, which made him even more frustrated.

One day, after practicing internal skills, he was about to enter the cave again when he suddenly heard someone coming up the cliff in the distance. His footsteps were swift, and it was obvious that the person was quite skilled in martial arts. He was startled: "This person is not from our sect. What is he doing up the cliff? Could it be the masked man in green robe?"

He quickly ran into the cave, picked up a long sword of his own sect, hung it around his waist, and then returned to the front cave.

A moment later, the man had already climbed up the cliff and shouted, "Young Master Linghu, an old friend is here to visit! Why don't you come out and meet him?"

When Linghu Chong took a look, he saw that the person coming was Huang Boliu, the leader of the Tianhe Gang, whom even his master was afraid of, and was known as the Silver Bearded Dragon in the martial arts world.

He actually carried a wine barrel in one hand and climbed up the extremely steep Siguo Cliff as if he were walking on flat ground.

"Boss Huang?!"

"Hahaha come on!"

Huang Boliu threw the wine barrel towards Linghu Chong, "This is the 200-year-old wine from the Chang'an Dixian Restaurant. It tastes amazing!"

Linghu Chong's eyes lit up after hearing this. The last time he drank, it was when his junior sister secretly brought a pot of wine with her, and he finished it in a few gulps. Now, smelling the aroma of the wine, he felt that it was mellow and delicious.

Before he even touched his lips to the wine, his appetite was aroused. He did not care why Huang Boliu came up the mountain. He immediately lifted the wine barrel and took several gulps: "Ah! What a good wine! It is indeed a world-famous wine."

As he said this, he threw the wine barrel to Huang Boliu.

Huang Gang Leader caught it with one hand, raised his head and took a sip, then said: "I have heard people say that the most famous wines in the world are Fenjiu in the north and Shaojiu in the south. But the best Fenjiu is not in Shanxi but in Chang'an, and the best Chang'an wine is the 'Exiled Immortal Tower' where Li Bai often went to get drunk."

After hearing this, Linghu Chong smiled and said, "The world is so big, how can there not be so much? This wine is indeed delicious, but there are many wines in the world that are not inferior to it."

Speaking of this, he recalled the two kinds of wine he drank in Hengshan that day. It was the day when Senior Brother Ou got married, and he drank so happily!

"Young Master Linghu is right!"

The two chatted about all sorts of things and soon finished the barrel of wine.

Linghu Chong wiped his mouth, leaned against the cliff, and said in a carefree manner: "Boss Huang came a long way to bring me wine, I guess you have something to tell me? Boss, why don't you just say it!"

"Young Master Linghu is a man of quick words. If I continue to be fussy, I will seem less of a hero!"

Huang Boliu looked a little more serious and said, "I have something to ask Young Master Linghu to come down the mountain and help me. After the matter is done, Young Master Linghu will not be deprived of any benefits."

"this."

Linghu Chong sighed and said with an embarrassed look: "I am now being punished to face the wall and reflect on my mistakes for a year, but I cannot leave the mountain. I can only say sorry to Gang Leader Huang."

"Why is Young Master Linghu so old-fashioned?"

Huang Boliu said with a smile: "Your master, mistress and sister-in-law are living a simple life in Jiangxi. When have they ever thought of you? If Young Hero Linghu feels it is difficult to explain, you can rest assured."

"My Tianhe Gang has members all over the Central Plains. When your master, mistress, and sisters come back, I will definitely receive the news. Then I will send Young Hero Linghu back in advance."

When Linghu Chong heard this, he felt a pain in his heart. Is his junior sister extremely happy with Senior Brother Ou at this moment?
But he quickly shook his head and said, "Boss Huang, although I am lazy, I also know that I cannot disobey my master's orders. Please don't say such things again."

Huang Boliu was a little angry when he saw this, but he didn't want to offend the boy because he was favored by the Saint Lady. So he said, "How about this? We are both martial artists, so let's decide based on our martial arts skills! If I win, Young Master Linghu will come with me. How about that?"

"No, no,"

Linghu Chong shook his head decisively and said, "Boss Huang's martial arts are far superior to mine. Even if I practice for another ten years, I will never be able to defeat Boss Huang."

"you!."

Huang Boliu stood up suddenly, and forced a smile, saying, "Well, I'll lower my standards. If Young Master Linghu can hold out for thirty moves without losing, you'll win."

Seeing that Linghu Chong was still trying to argue, Huang Boliu deliberately provoked him:

"Could it be that Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of Huashan Sect and the second of the new generation of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, doesn't even have this much ability? Thirty moves! If you can't even take this, then I advise you to retire from the martial arts world as soon as possible and leave. It doesn't matter if you lose face for Huashan Sect, but don't lose face for the Five Mountains Sword Sect."

"Don't call me Young Master Linghu anymore. Call me Linghu Turtle instead! Mr. Junzi Jianyue has really taught a bad disciple. I guess he will never be able to hold his head up in front of his fellow martial artists for the rest of his life."

"By the way, would Lord Ou Zanghua, the number one of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, feel ashamed? The so-called new generation's number two is so lame. In the eyes of the world's heroes, his number one position is probably not much better."

"From this perspective, Young Master Linghu's retirement from the martial arts world is actually a good thing for our Divine Cult!"

"Young Master Linghu, rest assured. My Tianhe Gang sails all over the world. It will only take a month or so for us to help you spread your deeds throughout the martial arts world."

After a series of verbal attacks, Linghu Chong was stunned.

He only knew that he couldn't hide, otherwise the entire Five Mountains Sword Sect would be humiliated.

Thinking of the wonderful sword moves in the cave behind him, Linghu Chong felt that he should be able to hold out for thirty moves.

So, he cupped his hands and said, "Okay, then the winner will be decided in thirty moves!"

(End of this chapter)