Wu Yuguang and Yang Wushuang practiced martial arts and talked about love in the village, and their days were quite happy and carefree.
At this time, at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, in a secret Taoist temple, Qingxuanzi was telling his master Wudaozi about his tragic experience.
Qing Xuanzi said to his master, "That day, my junior fellow Qing Jizi and I performed a ritual to pray for rain in a mountain village to collect alms. Unexpectedly, a young man in this village used the excuse that our ritual was not effective and attacked and injured my junior fellow Qing Jizi."
Wu Daozi glanced around at the disciples in the room. At this time, Qing Jizi was dragging his injured arm and groaning. Wu Yugang's silver needle pierced Qing Jizi's arm and came out from behind his shoulder. The injury was not light.
"Those who dare to touch my disciples are courting death. Can you please find out which sect they are from?" Wudaozi said indignantly.
Qing Yunzi said at the side: "The people who beat us are from Taiji Sect."
Wu Daozi said angrily: "Are you serious about what you said!?"
The disciples in the room said at once: "It's all true! How dare we deceive you! We are not lying at all!"
"Alright! Go and heal your wounds and rest first! I will avenge you and make up for the humiliation I have suffered!" Wudaozi said gritting his teeth.
"Master! I want to go with you too!" The disciples of Qingwei School said bravely.
Wu Daozi said to his disciples, "You guys should rest for a few days first, and then those who are good at martial arts can follow me!"
Time flies, and the Spring Festival is coming soon. Yangjiayu, a Taiji village hidden deep in the mountains, is filled with a peaceful atmosphere. Villagers buy New Year goods, post Spring Festival couplets, hang hanging money on the eaves, and hang lanterns at the door, full of joy.
On New Year’s Eve, every household decorates with lights and makes dumplings.
The moon was dark and the stars were dim, but the lights were on in the Yang family's large courtyard. The family was sitting around the table making dumplings, while Yang Chenguang was playing with his one-year-old nephew.
"Ah!" A scream came from outside the door.
"What's wrong!" The Yang family, who were originally happy, became alert.
Yang Chenguang said at the side: "Someone was hit by the hidden arrow I planted on the wall!"
"Who is shouting here!" Wu Yugang jumped into the yard.
"Go and call for help!" Yang Wushuang instructed her clever brother.
Wu Daozi and several of his disciples blocked the gate and stopped Yang Chenguang: "Where are you going!?" Yang Chenguang looked at this scary old Taoist and retreated to Wu Yuguang.
"What do you want to do!" Wu Yuguang asked loudly.
At this time, each member of the Yang family stood guard at the entrance of the hall with a long sword. Mrs. Yang hugged her one-year-old grandson tightly behind her.
"We won't do anything! As long as you hand over the people who beat my apprentice, we will let you go!" Wudaozi said gritting his teeth.
"Master! It's him!" A disciple behind Wu Daozi pointed at Wu Yuguang.
When Wu Yugang saw that he had come to his door, he did not answer. He rushed towards the Qingwei elder and his disciples who were holding long swords with his bare hands.
The four Qingwei disciples surrounded Wu Yugang, and their sharp swords flew around Wu Yugang, all wanting to kill this hateful boy instantly. The Qingwei sect's swordsmanship was unique and its moves were exquisite. These Qingwei disciples were the best at swordsmanship.
Wu Yugang's Tiangang Qi surged, and he dodged and moved in the agile sword energy siege, looking for the direction to attack. This was definitely not a martial arts contest in the mortal world. The several Qingwei Sect disciples were carefully selected and taught by Wudaozi. They had already formed sword embryos. If they formed sword hearts and nurtured Nascent Souls, they would be close to becoming immortals.
In an instant, Wu Yugang's violent aura of the Wandering Dragon was permeating the sword energy. What was there to fear? The silver needle flew out and knocked down two people.
The Yang family stood by anxiously, unable to help. Wu Daozi underestimated the enemy, and one of his five disciples was killed by a hidden crossbow, leaving only these four disciples.
Wu Yugang was fighting with his two remaining disciples. Wu Daozi, who was watching the battle from the side, saw his two disciples die in front of him, and he could not help but get angry and casually used the Five Thunders Heart Piercing Rope.
Wu Yugang was facing away from Wu Daozi at this time, and he didn't notice the arrival of the hidden weapon. The Five Thunders Piercing the Heart Rope hit Wu Yugang's back directly.
It happened in a flash. Before the Five Thunders Piercing the Heart Rope could hit him, Yang Chenguang rushed behind Wu Yuguang and said, "Brother! Pay attention!" The Five Thunders Piercing the Heart Rope had already pierced Yang Chenguang's heart. This once smart, naughty, clever and cute little boy vomited blood and fell in front of Wu Yuguang.
When Wu Yuguang saw this, he was furious. He pierced the throats of the two Qingwei disciples with a row of silver needles, instantly killing these hateful people.
At this time, the Yang family had already rushed over. Yang Wushuang hugged this lovely brother and burst into tears. Wu Yugang and Yang Mingyu rushed towards Wu Daozi.
Wu Daozi was not a pushover either. He casually offered two magic talismans, and in an instant, wind and thunder blew violently. Lei Gong and Dragon King appeared in the air. Wu Daozi wanted to use the thunder and flood to destroy Taiji Sect into dust.
Wu Yugang was surprised to see the thunder and lightning. But suddenly he saw the old Dragon King flying in the air and couldn't help but shouting, "Daddy, save me!"
The old dragon king was awakened from his talisman by the sudden voice, and turned around and said a few words to Lei Gong, who turned and left. How could the old dragon king forgive someone who was controlled and bullied his son! He was spitting out clouds and mist, and was furious. The dragon claws directly grabbed Wudaozi.
Wu Daozi was the head of the Qingwei Sect. He was proficient in all kinds of spells and incantations. He could command the gods and call the wind and rain. But today he miscalculated. When he saw the Dragon King attacking him, he was so scared that he fled on the wind, and the old Dragon King chased him relentlessly.
At this time, the villagers were all alarmed, and the Taiji disciples quickly came to the Yang family compound. For a time, the Yang family compound was crowded with people. Under the instruction of Yang Mingjian, the Taiji disciples cleaned up the front and back of the Yang family compound.
Yang Wushuang carried her brother, covered in blood, into the hall. She sat aside with a dull look in her eyes, tightly hugging this smart and clever brother who had once made her angry and happy.
"It's all because of you that I lost my son!" Mrs. Yang scolded Wu Yugang in agony. Wu Yugang bowed his head and said nothing.
Yang Mingyu was also crying, "It's you. Once you come here, there will be no peace here!" Yang Mingyu slammed the table in pain.
Yang Mingjian's family and villagers tried to persuade them helplessly. Yang Chenxiao pulled Wu Yugang's arm and shouted at him, "Go away! Leave here. If it weren't for you, we would still be able to live well. Go away. You are not welcome here!"
On New Year's Eve, Wu Yugang walked out of the Yang family's door in tears.
"Is this all my fault?" Wu Yugang looked at the mountains in the night, "You will be more at peace if I leave!" Thinking of this, Wu Yugang jumped up and jumped down the Heartbreak Valley. (To be continued)