Inside the mountain temple, wind and rain raged outside, while a bonfire roared within.
The leaking rain tinkled in this enclosed space. Two brothers sat across the fire, drinking and eating meat and burning.
No words were spoken.
In a moment, the wine, the meat, and the fire were gone. With no more wood to add to the fire, it was about to die out.
Yue Pingshan calmly held down the hilt of his sword and looked at Ning Huaiyuan in front of him: "If you believe that I won't poison the food and wine, then our journey as brothers will not be in vain."
"I just want to ask you one question. My Huashan Sect has treated you well. Why did you do such a beastly thing?"
Ning Huaiyuan smiled: "Is this why you came all the way here to hunt me down, brother?"
"I just want to ask me why?"
He played with the empty wine cup in his hand: "You act like a gentleman, so I don't have to worry that you will poison the food and wine. Even if you really poisoned the food and wine, I have a way to deal with it."
"For your next question." He looked up at Yue Pingshan, looked at his square head and wide eyes, and smiled calmly: "Do you know a saying, when you are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself."
Yue Pingshan said coldly: "What can't you help yourself? My Huashan Sect is a famous sect in the world. If you don't do these dirty things, even if it gets exposed, my teachers and I can protect you."
"So you're a gentleman," Ning Huaiyuan said with a smile. "So I'm forced to kill you now."
As he spoke calmly, he swung his right hand forward. A blade shot out from his wrist, extending continuously. In an instant, it transformed into a gleaming streak, swirling towards Yue Pingshan's head. A typical swordsman's sword strike involves at least a drawing motion, just as Yue Pingshan had previously severed the arm of the mountain god statue. Although the move was incredibly fast, the two movements of drawing and retracting the sword were still necessary.
But for Ning Huaiyuan, killing with a single flick of the wrist was not only unpredictable but also impossible to defend against.
Yue Pingshan was already prepared. The moment Ning Huaiyuan launched his sword, he had already drawn it and held it horizontally in front of him to block it. It was as if the two had rehearsed countless sword moves. Although Ning Huaiyuan's first move was a pure sneak attack, Yue Pingshan still managed to block it.
However, Yue Pingshan had made all sorts of calculations, but he had never expected that the sword in Ning Huaiyuan's hand was actually a soft sword.
The sharp soft sword was blocked by the sword in his hand, but then the sword tip wrapped around the sword like a spirit snake, and cut down all the way. If he didn't withdraw his hand, his five fingers and palm would be cut off by the soft sword.
No matter how powerful Yue Pingshan was, he didn't seem to have the indestructible magic power. Faced with this situation, he could only retreat and drop the sword, and leap back a dozen feet.
Ning Huaiyuan was not in a hurry to chase him. He calmly lifted Yue Pingshan's sword into the sky with the soft sword in his hand, then dropped it to the ground and held it in his hand. He looked at Yue Pingshan in front of him and said: "Most of the Huashan School's martial arts are based on the sword. Now that Brother Yue has lost his sword, is there anything else you want to teach me?"
Yue Pingshan looked at his junior brother in front of him, his heart was filled with despair.
Originally, he thought that his martial arts skills were definitely better than his junior brother's, so he dared to come here alone to hunt down this traitor. However, he did not expect that he actually had such exquisite and vicious weapons and sword moves, and it seemed that they were the result of diligent training in daily life.
Now he has his own Mars long sword in his left hand, and his own sharp and strange soft sword in his right hand. With the combination of hardness and softness, his moves must be even more unpredictable and strange. Moreover, the mountain temple is now a closed terrain, and he may not be able to escape even if he wants to.
From the initial full confidence to the current confrontation, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed in an instant. He really underestimated this junior brother, or rather, this junior brother really hid too deeply.
Never mind, I'm afraid I will die here today.
Yue Pingshan thought so, and almost lost the desire to resist.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
At this moment, three untimely knocks sounded outside the tightly closed Mountain God Temple door.
A hoarse male voice asked, "Excuse me, could you please stay overnight?"
The atmosphere inside the Mountain God Temple was tense and serious. Yue Pingshan knew he could be killed on the spot, and Ning Huaiyuan would certainly show no mercy. But the knocks at the door left both of them feeling a bit amused and helpless.
Ning Huaiyuan, however, was calmer than Yue Pingshan. After all, he was confident of victory. He turned around and spoke as usual, "Something's going on here, so I can't open the door for now."
As he spoke, the tightly closed temple door creaked open from the outside, and a disheveled little beggar poked his head through the crack. "I smell alcohol and meat from outside. Could you please give me some leftovers, sir?"
He spoke fluently, but upon closer inspection, he saw two people standing by the temple's bonfire. One of them held a sword in both hands, while the other had retreated to the edge of the temple.
Neither looked like they were joking.
"I think I've walked into the wrong set," the little beggar muttered to himself, then closed the door.
As he did so, both inside the temple heard the little beggar's cries from outside.
"Help! Someone's killing me!"
Yue Pingshan sighed—just a moment ago, he had even imagined someone outside could come in and save him.
But how could that be possible?
Speaking of the horizon, it's nothing more than the words "my life is over.
" Ning Huaiyuan approached, swords in hand. "To be honest, Senior Brother Yue, I was really startled just now."
Neither of them paid much attention to the beggar's cry of help or murder.
Out here in the wilderness, if crying for help would have helped, Yue Pingshan would have done it long ago, not this little beggar's.
"But it's getting late, so let's stop here," Ning Huaiyuan said with a smile, reaching out to strike with his sword.
At that moment, the gates of the mountain temple were suddenly pushed open. As the gates swung open, a cold wind and rain rushed in, rustling the curtains of the temple.
The little beggar stood in the middle of the gate, watching the two people inside. For a moment, it felt like a stage for a play, with him as the sole audience member.
"This scene is truly embarrassing," he whispered, looking at the two people before him.
"I suddenly remembered what my mother always told me."
"A good child should be brave enough to help others, not stand by and watch others die."
"What's going on? Why don't we just sit down and talk? Why do we have to fight and kill?"
With these words, he walked dripping wet into the mountain temple, his footprints leaving a trail of mud with every step.
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