"Thank you, Third Master, for going up the mountain!"
"Thank you, Third Master, for going up the mountain!"
"Thank you, Third Master, for going up the mountain!"
It was still early morning, and loud shouts rang out among the mountains and forests, startling the birds and beasts in the forests, and causing the masters of various factions who were hiding at the foot of the mountain to rush out of their tents in panic.
"Xie San actually dared to go up the mountain!"
"How dare he go up the mountain!"
"But he went up the mountain after all, before you and me."
A young man in red with a cold face ignored the loud shouts and walked slowly up the mountain step by step along the stone steps. He was neither hurried nor slow and was very polite. But in the eyes of bystanders, each of these steps was a heavy step on the back of the entire martial arts world.
On another misty mountain in the distance, a Taoist child gently wiped his eyes.
"What's wrong?" The tall Taoist standing next to him scratched his head.
"The Third Young Master's back looks very lonely." The Taoist boy's voice was dim.
"Yes, all his friends are dead, how can he not be lonely. So I am also very curious, is Xie San going up the mountain this time for revenge or to seek death?" Taoist Gao said slowly while looking at the young man walking on the mountain path.
Third Master Xie walked silently, sometimes stopping to drink a sip of water, sometimes looking up at the sky in a daze, just like a mountaineer. After an hour, he stopped.
"The third son of the Xie family has arrived... at the top of the mountain!" The messenger shouted loudly before he even reached the foot of the mountain.
With the messenger's pace, it only takes the time of a stick of incense to go up and down the mountain, but the third son of the Xie family has excellent lightness skills and he walked this distance for a whole hour. He just wanted to tell the whole world that it is not that I, Xie San, am trying to steal the credit and get ahead of everyone else, but that I, Xie San, am the only one in the world who dares to go up the mountain!
The young man stood at the top of the mountain, raised his head and looked at the huge villa in front of him.
The door was closed and no one came to greet us.
"What a pity." At the foot of the mountain, an old man in a gray robe poured the wine in the wine pot onto the ground. "Xie San is indeed very brave, braver than the rest of us, but that's all. The courage of a common man will eventually turn into dust."
"Hahahahahahaha, Xie San! Did you hear that? You are just a cowardly man!" Suddenly, a voice as loud as thunder sounded. More than half of the disciples from various sects at the foot of the mountain covered their ears and knelt on the ground after hearing the loud laughter, while the remaining masters from various sects all frowned.
Even Xie San, who was standing on the top of the mountain, trembled all over.
"Who is it!" the gray-robed old man shouted angrily, "Playing tricks!"
"Playing tricks? No, I am the ghost. An evil ghost that crawled out from the ground!" An extremely huge long sword fell from the sky in the middle of the camp. A powerful sword energy razed the entire camp to the ground in an instant. Then a burly man landed on the hilt of the sword, holding his hands in front of his chest, looking down at the people below with arrogance.
"It's you? You're still alive!" The old man in gray robe took three steps back.
"It's me. I'm still alive!" The burly man raised his lips slightly, his eyes full of contempt, "I won't die, because I still have to go up the mountain."
Standing on the top of the mountain, Mr. Xie turned his head and looked down the mountain.
The burly man raised his head and looked at the mountain.
The two were very far apart, but they both knew that they were looking at each other.
Mr. Xie San suddenly burst into tears. He lowered his head, wiped his tears with his hands, and his shoulders twitched slightly.
"I never thought I'd see you cry again in this life. It's worth dying for." The burly man jumped down from the hilt of the knife, stretched out his hand to grab the hilt, and pulled out the big knife, "You, get out of the way!"
No one dared to speak, even the grey-robed old man gritted his teeth and made way. They had seen this man's swordsmanship before. Compared to those people on Ying Mountain, this man was a decent disciple, but his behavior was even more rude and unreasonable!
The burly man swung the giant knife, spun it three times on the spot, and threw it directly to the top of the mountain. Then he took three quick steps forward, jumped up, grasped the hilt of the knife, and flew straight to the top of the mountain with the giant knife.
Wherever the sword passes, not a blade of grass is left!
“You’re still doing this in such a mess.” On the misty mountain in the distance, the tall Taoist smiled.
The little Taoist boy jumped up happily: "Brother is really not dead! I knew he wouldn't die like this!"
"Yes, you will feel that some people will not die so easily. If they really die, it will only be in an extraordinary place." Taoist Gao paused slightly, "Such as this Yingshan Mountain."
In just a few breaths, the burly man landed beside Mr. Xie San. He held the big knife on his shoulder and pressed Mr. Xie San's head with one hand: "Don't cry."
Third Master Xie raised his head and glanced at him: "How did you survive?"
"I still remember our agreement. I will not die before it is fulfilled." The burly man looked at the closed door in front of him. "The people at the foot of the mountain said that you went up the mountain alone, which was a brave act. Today, I will tell them."
"This is it."
"Gentlemanly spirit!"
The sound echoed throughout the mountains, and everyone at the foot of the mountain was moved.
"Do you really think the gate of Ying Mountain is so easy to break? What's the difference between one person and two people?" said the gray-robed old man viciously.
"Master Chen," a middle-aged swordsman sighed softly, "The gate of Yingshan may be unbreakable today, but the martial arts world of the next few decades will only remember these two young men, not us. As they said, this is the spirit of a gentleman, worthy of respect from every martial arts person!"
"Since the door won't open, let us break it open ourselves." The burly man raised his sword and pointed at the tightly closed door.
"It seems to be like this every time." Young Master Xie drew out the long sword from his waist.
"I think at this moment, we are all thinking about one thing." The burly man glanced at Mr. Xie San.
The two people said at the same time: "It would be nice if he were here too."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce and domineering sword energy suddenly surged in the villa, and the gate was instantly shattered by the sword energy and fell to the ground. The villa was ablaze, and there was a man standing at the door. His white robe was torn to pieces, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with dust. He looked very embarrassed, but he was grinning arrogantly. He put the sword on his shoulder, looked at the two people outside the villa, and said with a smile: "The person you are talking about."
"But me?"
On that day, someone said that they saw a long dragon roaring and flying among the clouds on top of Ying Mountain.
The Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain, who was considered the best in the world in the art of observing qi, wrote in his travelogue.
This is the spirit of a gentleman, the lofty ambition, breaking through the clouds to become a dragon, the best in the world.