Mr. Mo Da made his first appearance before Liu Zheng Feng's retirement ceremony.
Rumors swirled in the tavern about his strained relationship with his junior brother, Liu Zheng Feng. Some even whispered that he was envious of Liu Zheng Feng's fame. His sudden arrival, accompanied by the move "Sword Hidden in the Qin, Sword Sound from the Qin," instantly severed the mouth of a wine cup. Not a single person in the tavern noticed. He simply said, "You're talking nonsense," and then vanished effortlessly.
The strength of his swordsmanship was evident.
In one word, cool!
Mr. Mo Da's second appearance was when Fei Bin, the Great Sun Yang Hand, killed the little girl Qu Fei Yan.
He appeared without a word and, without any unnecessary chatter, passed by Fei Bin. It was the same move, "Sword Hidden in the Qin, Sword Sound from the Qin," instantly ending Fei Bin's life.
He left with another simple sentence, "He deserved to die," and again vanished effortlessly.
Again, in one word, cool!
Although Mr. Mo Da faced many difficulties, such as being powerless when his junior brother's family was wiped out by the Songshan Sect, or being forced to accept defeat when the Hengshan Sect was absorbed, he was the most clear-headed person in the entire martial arts world!
When he had the ability, he acted decisively for his sense of justice!
When he was powerless, he did his best to protect himself!
What were the conflicts of the martial arts world but fleeting clouds, none of which mattered to him!
This also made him the only surviving head of the Five Peaks Sword Sect. He remained the same, still playing sad and mournful tunes on his broken erhu, still navigating the martial arts world in his own way.
Was this not another form of laughing at the world?
Perhaps it could be said that Mr. Mo Da was the philosophy of how an ordinary person lived!
Lian Cheng's thoughts returned. He felt a sudden urge to see Mr. Mo Da, but since his injury, his mother had forbidden him from leaving the mountain without permission.
And with Mr. Mo Da's personality, it was uncertain whether he would come to Huashan.
It would happen if it were meant to be. He could always look for the scruffy old man when he traveled the martial arts world.
So Lian Cheng said, "Master Uncle Mo must have come for the secret letter. Given the current situation of the Hengshan Sect, it's highly likely Master Uncle would seek cooperation. You should discuss with Mother and Master Aunt Ding Yi, perhaps it's time to go to Huayin County to see Master Uncle Mo."
Linghu Chong nodded, not wanting to bother Lian Cheng any further, and turned to leave the mountain.
Lian Cheng also put aside his worldly concerns and started to comprehend the poem "The Hero's Journey" as he pasted the sheets of paper on the cliff face.
Unbeknownst to Lian Cheng, a wise and old man with a heavenly aura was watching him.
Feng Qing Yang leisurely observed Lian Cheng and muttered to himself, "This kid is studying Tang poetry again. Is he trying to learn a new sword technique based on Tang poetry? But why is he fixated on this poem 'The Hero's Journey'? He's been writing it a hundred times a day, using different styles of calligraphy. What is he thinking?"
As Feng Qing Yang was pondering, he heard a "slap" sound.
Lian Cheng had slapped himself!
What is wrong with him! Slapping himself?
He heard Lian Cheng shout, "What poem are you thinking about! You can't read now, can you! You're an illiterate! You're like Pigsy wearing glasses, trying to pretend to be a scholar! You don't even know what 'one' is when a carrying pole falls down! You don't know how to read! You don't know how to read, do you?!"
Feng Qing Yang was completely dumbfounded.
What is going on?
Has this kid gone crazy? Not only is he hitting himself, but he's also cursing himself. He insists that he can't read. Is this some new method of comprehension?
Then, in the next instant, he heard another "slap" as Lian Cheng slapped himself again. He emphasized that he couldn't read, even cursing himself more harshly than before.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
For the next few days, Lian Cheng continued to slap himself.
His face was swollen, but he didn't stop.
He kept staring at the verses on the wall. His eyes were dull, and his gaze at the text was confused, as if he had truly become illiterate.
He would eat dry food when hungry and drink water when thirsty, but his eyes never left the poems.
Sometimes, when he realized he could read again, he would slap himself and curse himself for being able to read.
He was like a possessed person.
After several days, Lian Cheng's eyes focused on the first line written in seal script "赵客缦胡缨" (Zhao guest with long tassels), The characters seemed to transform into little people holding swords. Five characters became five figures with swords, striking poses. Together, they formed a set of sword movements.
Suddenly, Lian Cheng felt his acupoints in his arms twitch uncontrollably.
His inner strength began to flow automatically through the veins of his right arm.
His right hand unconsciously drew the Cold Light Sword, and then, guided by the sword moves of the five figures, he began to practice.
When the complete set of swordsmanship was performed, it was incredibly exquisite and unrestrained, as if it had broken free from all the rules of swordsmanship, every move and posture flowing effortlessly.
Moreover, the sword qi ravaged the surroundings, shattering the surrounding rocks.
Hiss!!!
Feng Qing Yang pulled out a tuft of his beard in surprise. His eyes widened. He considered himself a master swordsman, but he had never seen such exquisite and powerful swordsmanship!
"This... this..."
"This kid is a monster! He actually learned a new sword technique from this poem!"
"And if I'm not mistaken, this swordsmanship is definitely not inferior to the Dugu Nine Swords. If this kid's internal strength were stronger, I fear my Dugu Nine Swords wouldn't be able to defeat him!"
Feng Qing Yang's expression kept changing, a mix of joy and dejection.
Undeniably, Lian Cheng's talent was exceptional, making him an ideal heir to the Dugu Nine Swords. However, it seemed Lian Cheng no longer needed the Dugu Nine Swords.
"Forget it. He's so talented, even without the Dugu Nine Swords, he'll definitely reach the highest peak. I can only settle for second best and pass the Dugu Nine Swords to that little fellow Linghu Chong. Besides, once Linghu Chong learns the Dugu Nine Swords, he'll inevitably spar with Lian Cheng. It'll be interesting to see which is stronger, the Dugu Nine Swords or this new Tang poetry swordsmanship!"
At this moment, after finishing his sword moves, Lian Cheng had a pleasant smile on his lips.
[You have exceptional talent and have successfully comprehended the first move of the Tai Xuan Sword Art, 'Zhao Guest with Long Tassels,' by observing the seal script poem!]
As expected, his thinking was right!
As long as the characters were written correctly, as long as he pretended to be illiterate, his exceptional talent could comprehend the Tai Xuan Sutra!
The path to invincible immortal martial arts was not far off!
Time rewound a few days, to Huayin County.
The scruffy old man with the erhu was strolling casually. As he passed a middle-aged man who was inquiring about the whereabouts of Huashan disciples, there was a sharp "twang," like the sound of a string instrument or a sword being drawn.
The middle-aged man glanced at the old man curiously, but didn't pay much attention.
However, a few steps later, the middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Blood spattered from his wound, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.
Sword Hidden in the Qin, Sword Sound from the Qin!
The Night Rain in Xiangxi, Mr. Mo Da!