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The night was deep, and the heavy snow had just stopped. The sky was as black as ink, and the air seemed to have been washed clean by the snow, appearing extremely fresh. The valley was quiet and peaceful, which made the snowy night even more beautiful. Not long after that, a ray of light lit up the horizon. The crescent moon was about to reveal itself behind the black clouds, creating a beautiful snow-capped valley.

"Go!" "Giddy up!" A few shouts from the horses broke the silence of the valley. The sound of horse hooves could be heard. It was as if they were running in the snowy night. After a while, two figures appeared at the bend of the valley. Two riders were riding over. It was unknown if the horses were strong or if it was better for the two of them to control their horses. In addition, it was likely that the two horses were quite brave and the speed of the horses in the snow did not decrease. The two of them were both dressed in white, and under the moonlight, they looked like pure white snow. If it weren't for the two riding on horses, it would be hard to tell them apart in this snowy night.

After a short while, the two riders arrived at the center of the valley. The mountain road became narrower, and only one person could cross at the narrowest place. The two had no choice but to slow down their pace as they passed by. However, after passing through the gorge, the gorge in front of them suddenly opened up, and the mountain path expanded by quite a bit. Nature had managed to create such a wondrous situation. Both of them were shocked as they didn't expect the valley to be so large. They walked closer and closer to the valley but didn't expect the valley to be so spacious. However, the horses were naturally not as emotional as the humans. The two horses were even faster in the mountain road, which was several times more spacious than before. They were like arrows that had left their bowstrings, and could hear the sound of hooves. Although the two riders had shattered the original silence in the valley, at this moment, it was as if the snow in the valley had been added with a hint of liveliness. What a great picture of a snowy night and mountain journey!

The two riders were able to move side by side again. One of them said, "Master, I remember there is a teahouse ahead. You and I will go have a rest. The owner of the teahouse is my uncle Song, and we are very close. North of the valley from the tea house is not far from my house. In the past, Uncle Song would usually visit us every year during the new year, so after we rest, we can get on this BMW and arrive home tomorrow at noon. The other person said, "That's good too. We've been travelling for a few days in a row. Even if a man can take it, he won't be able to. Moreover, we have to be careful on this snowy night when we travel. You and I will go to the teahouse and play with each other. We can restrain our minds and feed them to the horses to rest! "

After the two of them finished speaking, they stopped talking and focused their attention on riding the horses again. After all, even if a horse galloped at such a high speed through the snow, it would still be dangerous. If the horse accidentally flipped its hooves, it would injure even the lightest rider. The two rode on their horses and soon arrived at another valley entrance. It was a narrow valley that was formed by a series of valleys. Once out of one valley, it would be another valley.

Suddenly, the two horses stopped at the entrance of the valley. For some reason, the Master and disciple wanted to ride the horses again. However, no matter how he urged them, the two horses refused to move forward. The young man seemed to be a bit impatient and he scolded, "Bastard, hurry up and leave!" The leading master, however, was an old man with a calm heart. He said, "This horse is a big horse of the Western Regions, and it is very intelligent and sensitive to the smell of blood, and it also has a natural ability to recognize poison. I'm afraid that something in the valley might alert these two horses."

The young disciple said, "With Master's power, how can this horse detect any strange movements? Even if it is as strong and vigorous as it is, it can't compare to the decades of cultivation Master has gone through!" Unexpectedly, when the old man finished listening, he said, "Hahahaha ?" Laughing loudly, he said, "My good disciple, you have stayed too long on Mount Kunlun after all. There are many strange things in this world that you don't know about!"

It turned out that these two people were nothing more than Sect Leader Yun of the Kunlun Sect and his first disciple, Zhu Liang. The well-informed master laughed out loud and asked, "Master, is there something wrong with your disciple's consideration? What's wrong with it?" Sect Master Yun said, "It's not that you're wrong, it's just that you don't understand the nature of this horse well enough. Let me ask you for example, could we have sensed this before the earth moved?" Without hesitation, he replied, "No, but we martial artists can rely on our qinggong to escape, but it will only hurt the innocent!"

Sect Master Yun lightly said: "You are a kind-hearted person, killing chickens since you were young would make you uncomfortable, but you do have this kind heart that considers the lives of others, I am very pleased. However, every time the ground began to move, there would be many strange occurrences. The commoners would still be able to escape calamity. For example, the rats could move, the horses could become restless, the well water could become turbid, and so on. Although it might not always happen, there is a certain amount of truth to it. " Gongfu Liang replied, "Yes. A lot of sheep ran off like crazy during the earthquake at the foot of Mount Kunlun." Sect Leader Yun then said, "That's right, if we can do anything in this world, then the heavens will not create so many creatures to accompany us. Therefore, you must remember that the heavens have the virtue to live a good life; in the future, when you travel in the martial world, you must show mercy and let others live." "Yes, Master!" Sect Master Yun leisurely said: "You should enlarge your knowledge and learn to use everything around you to help yourself. Remember, in this world, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests. You are kind and compassionate, so you won't hurt others. However, you must pay attention to your enemies ? In the future, just pay more attention to what you are saying. You know how dangerous the martial arts world is. Alright, let's go and take a look at this valley to see if there is anything strange. The two of them dismounted from their horses and slowly walked towards the valley, leaving the two horses outside.

It turned out that Sect Leader Yun and Sect Leader Gongliang had met up near the Ten Li Pavilion since the day they left the Northern Martial Mountain. Sect Head Gongliang saw that his Master had personally gone there to worry about his family's matters and felt grateful. At that time, he was about to kneel on the ground and kowtow. Sect Master Yun quickly stopped him, and said: "Child, you don't like outsiders either. You have studied under my Sect for many years, and are now my, Yun Wanli's, most treasured disciple. In the future, you have the most hope of inheriting the position of Sect Master. He never thought that his Master would think this far, even considering the successor to the Sect Leader. However, when he thought about whether he could survive this ordeal, he suddenly felt a bit depressed, and thought to himself, "If I die, how can I repay Master's kindness? This calamity is my own family's business, and I can no longer involve Master and the Kunlun Sect." He had repeatedly prevented his master Yun Wanli from accompanying him on this trip to the muddy water. However, Yun Wanli seemed to have made up his mind. No matter how he tried to persuade her, she would not do so. Since she had no other choice, they came side by side.

Just like this, he continued to do what Feng Lin Xiang told him to Yun Wanli. How the sect had provoked the government this time, how Feng Lin Xiang had obtained the news, and how he had told him everything was explained in detail. It turned out that the quadrennial competition of the Five Sword Sects would be held on the Northern Martial Mountain. On that day, Feng Lin Xiang, in order to hold the competition of the Five Sword Sects on the Northern Martial Mountain as scheduled, was ordered by his senior, Yun Wanli, to deliver a letter to the Penglai Sword Pavilion, which was under the same branch of the Sword Sect. However, when he arrived at the Penglai Sword Pavilion, he was informed that it was no longer there. After some investigation, he found out that not long ago, the Peng Lai Sword Pavilion had been kicked into a corner. The eight elders had suffered a crushing defeat and had immediately disbanded the Sword Pavilion. After Feng Lin Xiang learned of this matter, he rushed back day and night to inform Daoist Tianyun and Yun Wanli, who were already at the Northern Martial Mountain at the time. After the three of them discussed it, they decided to temporarily put this matter aside and waited for the opportunity to speak of it.

At that time, the five great sword sects had already arrived at Beiwu Dang, Kunlun, and Dian Cang. Aside from the Penglai Sword Pavilion and the Moon Sword Villa, Feng Lin Xiang did not arrive as scheduled, so he immediately went back to the Moon Sword Villa, which was close to Yu Yang. When he thought about how Feng Lin Xiang was already a famous person in Wu Lin's world, and how he had been so courteous to him this time, he felt extremely frustrated in his heart. The next moment, they headed back through the night. Unexpectedly, the snow rustled, the river was frozen, and the cold air assaulted them. Although Feng Lin Xiang had strong internal energy, he still felt a chill that could send chills down his spine. After a day and a night of travelling, he was already completely exhausted, and there was nothing he could do to stop the cold. Seeing that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, he decided to find an inn to rest for the time being, and then buy some clothes to protect himself from the cold.

After arriving at a restaurant in Beihai City, he flew up the stairs and sat in an elegant pavilion, ordering a few signature dishes and warming a pot of Old Bai Gan's wine before drinking it himself. After drinking for a while and having had three rounds of tea, he heard someone coming upstairs. He actually sat in the pavilion next to his. Feng Lin Xiang's inner strength was deep, and he was sensitive to hearing. He only heard those people next to him say the usual polite words and didn't care at all. After about an hour, just as Feng Lin Xiang was about to leave, he suddenly heard another person coming to the third floor. This person went straight to the elegant pavilion, and there was a moment of silence between the two pavilions. Not long after, he heard a strange voice saying, "All the brothers that were invited today are here because I have a request for you." This must have been said by the person who had just come up. He then heard a few people say, "Brother Long is so polite!" "With Elder Brother Long's order, I will immediately carry it out!" "That's right!

When Feng Lin Xiang heard that there was something he needed to discuss, he decided to come back later and listen to a few more words. The voice of the person who had just arrived rang out from inside the pavilion and said, "My identity is known to all brothers. This time, I am here on the orders of my master to retrieve an item. This item was passed down from the Battle Country, and right now, it is a priceless treasure. If my master wants it, I have to do it. But I alone am too weak to accomplish anything, which is why I got all my brothers to help me. " The others then said, "Brother Long is too modest. Is there anything you can't do once you make a move?"

As Feng Lin Xiang heard this, he became confused. There was such a person surnamed Long in the martial arts world, but he couldn't remember where he had come from. Just as he was thinking about it, the man's voice came from the pavilion next door, "I have something to do this time. It's inconvenient for me to go to that house to retrieve it. I have to count on the brothers!" When Feng Lin Xiang heard the two words "clan", his heart shook and he immediately focused his attention to listen. However, that person seemed to have said the most important thing and actually lowered his voice, making it so that Feng Lin Xiang couldn't hear him anymore. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the man and the others finished their discussion and said, "The success or failure depends on you all. I will make my move in three days, and the brothers can make their move in ten days. After saying this, he went downstairs alone, and the people in the pavilion next to him said a few words that were neither too painful nor too itchy, before dispersing. Feng Lin Xiang couldn't bear to hear the details of their conversation, but after hearing the date of action, he thought for a moment and decided that he should first return to the North Mountain, where Wu Dang Mountain was located, and ask his senior brother to make the decision. Without thinking too much, he performed his Qing Gong and sprinted towards the Wu Dang Mountain at full speed, day and night.

It was indeed difficult for an ordinary person to travel a thousand miles in three days, but Feng Lin Xiang's famous flying skill was the 'flying over a wall without leaving a trace', and he had actually only used two days' time to reach this thousand miles away North Wu Dang Mountain. At that time, the martial arts competition just ended, so he flew into the hall and said to his Senior Brother Yun Wanli: "Senior Brother, I've heard the news that Master's nephew's family may be in trouble, and his opponent could be from the government or the martial artists. Their time of action is set to be eight days from now!" Yun Wanli looked at him and said, "Wait for me at the pavilion at the bottom of the mountain. I'll send Gongliang down the mountain right now. Tell him everything more clearly." At last, Yun Wanli wanted to lead the Kunlun disciples down the mountain, but he suddenly thought, "If the opponent is the official, then it would be very difficult to deal with it. We can't involve the Karakorum sect in this, so we just have to see a group of people coming up the mountain." With a quick thought, Yun Wanli jumped off the mountain, and when he reached the ten-mile pavilion, he caught up to the Kunlun disciples.