That day, Zhang Ping had just arrived in Yangzhou and was planning to have some fun here first. So, Zhang Ping rode Xiao Hei aimlessly wandering around the streets of Yangzhou City.

  At noon, I had a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice in a restaurant that looked quite authentic. It was crispy but not dry, sweet and salty, and refreshing. Suddenly, a group of Snow Mountain Sect members flashed by at the street corner next door. Thanks to the white robes of the Snow Mountain Sect, it was too easy to distinguish them.

  Zhang Ping followed quietly and quickly, without making a sound. Those Snow Mountain Sect disciples were in a hurry, seemingly rushing to somewhere with great urgency.

  Perhaps the Snowy Mountain Sect had discovered his sworn brother's movements. Thinking of this, Zhang Ping rode Little Black quietly behind them. At this time, Zhang Ping's internal strength was deeper than that of Mr. Wei De, the master of the Snowy Mountain Sect, Bai Ziyin, and following a few Snowy Mountain Sect disciples was more than enough.

  Only to see those Snow Mountain disciples going upstream, hurrying towards Zhenjiang. Before long, they stopped to rest and reorganize at a small yellow-walled temple more than twenty miles south of Zhenjiang. Zhang Ping used his lightness skill to sneak up to the top of the temple to investigate, only to discover that his sworn brother had somehow become the leader of the Chang Le Gang. The Snow Mountain Sect had already sent Bai Wanjian leading a team to capture his sworn brother, and this group of people from the Snow Mountain Sect were here to provide support. Unfortunately, it was daytime, otherwise he could have easily obtained information by sneaking out in spirit form.

  But upon receiving this news, Zhang Ping's heart was actually relieved a lot. He thought that the Chang Le Gang was also a newly risen gang in the Jianghu in recent years, with many masters in the gang, and Zhenjiang was also the old nest of the Chang Le Gang. No matter how his sworn brother became the leader of the Chang Le Gang, at least it was impossible for the Snow Mountain Sect to take his sworn brother away from the Chang Le Gang with just a few people. Therefore, he would continue to monitor here and wait until nightfall when his soul would sneak out to investigate the detailed situation before making plans.

  Then, Zhang Ping sat on a big tree three miles away to cultivate his internal strength. It is worth noting that although Zhang Ping's internal strength had many strange encounters and his soul body was opened, he had the ability to use one heart for two purposes. However, his uninterrupted cultivation habit cultivated in the mysterious space also laid a solid foundation for his internal strength, which was unique in the Central Plains martial arts world.

  About an hour later, Zhang Ping suddenly heard a long whistle. Knowing that the situation had changed, he immediately withdrew and went to the small temple.

  Only a white-robed man was seen standing at the bow of the boat, shouting loudly. Immediately, the Snow Mountain Sect disciples in the temple also shouted loudly. After hearing the echo, the white-robed man at the bow of the boat lifted someone and jumped towards the small temple. Zhang Ping could now be certain that the person being lifted was likely his sworn brother, and since there was only one person from the Snow Mountain Sect left, the others had probably been captured or killed by the Chang Le Gang. Without time to think carefully, Zhang Ping took advantage of the chaos when the Snow Mountain Sect disciples came out to welcome him and snuck onto the temple roof.

  Move a small crack from the temple to observe. Only see many Snow Mountain Sect disciples entering the temple one after another, and then two Snow Mountain Sect disciples holding a brocade-robed youth followed in. Zhang Ping looked at the youth who was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a few similarities between his eyebrows and his sworn brother he saw when he was young. He had already determined that this person was his sworn brother Shi Zhongyu.

  When he was thinking, he only heard the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect say: "We need to take this kid back to Ling Xiu City as soon as possible and let the sect master deal with him..." By this time, Zhang Ping had already confirmed that this person was his sworn brother Shi Zhongyu. And it was likely that the one who captured him was Bai Wanjian of the northwest, who must have threatened the lives of the Long Le Guild members to get them to surrender.

  Therefore, I must find an appropriate opportunity to rescue my sworn brother first and then consider other things. My sworn parents only have this one flesh and blood, I absolutely cannot act rashly and harm him.

  Before long, the Snow Mountain Sect people actually abandoned their sworn brother and started eating. This situation is truly a heaven-sent opportunity, if not taken, disaster will follow. Taking advantage of Bai Wanjian's momentary distraction while biting into a pancake, Zhang Ping concentrated his internal energy to strike the roof of the dilapidated temple. Under the surge of internal energy, pieces of broken tiles mixed with mud and grass flew towards the Snow Mountain Sect people, followed by a loud "kill" shout filled with internal energy.

  The Xueshan Sect members suffered this sudden change, and under instinctive reaction, they all made a move to protect their vital points with internal force. They drew closer together, holding up their swords in vigilance, lest the enemy suddenly emerge from the dust. Seeing his fellow disciples' performance, Bai Wanjian suddenly let out a loud shout: "Not good, we've fallen into a trap! Quickly go capture that little beast!"

  However, after Zhang Ping made his move, he rushed straight to Shi Zhongyu and left, without helping him get out of the trap. He picked him up and with one palm strike, shattered the temple's earthen wall, then carried him flying out.

  Immediately afterwards, many disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect also chased out. It was seen that Bai Wanjian was shameless, all the way using hidden weapons to attack Shi Zhongyu, his sworn brother in his hand, making it impossible for him to shake him off. This made Zhang Ping extremely angry in his heart, thinking that although he spared the Snow Mountain Sect and did not kill you, he would eventually give you an unforgettable lesson.

  Just as Zhang Ping was struggling to shake off Bai Wanjian and the Snow Mountain Sect crowd for half a day, he suddenly saw two fast horses, one black and one white, rushing towards him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that his adoptive father and mother were arriving. Overjoyed, Zhang Ping threw his adoptive brother Shi Zhongyu to his adoptive parents and shouted: "Adoptive father and mother, catch my adoptive brother! The Snow Mountain Sect is despicable and cowardly, they don't dare to fight me head-on, but instead use hidden weapons to attack my adoptive brother, making me worried about him. You must be careful not to let them secretly harm my adoptive brother."

  Upon hearing Zhang Ping's loud shout, the Snow Mountain Sect members were all furious. If you hadn't kept running non-stop, would we have used hidden weapons to attack Shi Zhongyu? However, regarding this person's martial arts skills, the Snow Mountain Sect was also secretly shocked.

  In the past, Snow Mountain Sect disciples were arrogant in Ling Xiao City, thinking that their sect's internal and external skills were unmatched in the world. But today, they encountered this person who could walk with the wind while carrying someone, and under the attack of over a dozen hidden weapons from their own side, he was still able to protect the jade unscathed and not be caught up by them. His lightness skill and internal power are truly terrifying.

  After throwing the jade to his sworn parents, Zhang Ping drew out his twin swords and turned around to face the Snowy Mountain Sect crowd, saying: "Want to capture my sworn brother? First ask the swords in my hands."

  Listening to Zhang Ping's arrogant words, the Snow Mountain Sect was stirred up, and many disciples couldn't help but want to rush over and behead Zhang Ping with their swords. However, they were stopped by Bai Wanjian.

  At this time, Bai Wanjian finally stopped and carefully observed his opponent. It was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a regular appearance, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with a black belt around his waist. The young man held a short sword about three feet long in his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand was more than four feet long. After rushing to this point, Bai Wanjian's internal breath was still somewhat unstable, while the young man's breath was extremely stable, obviously with an inner strength far superior to his own.

  Moreover, his father had once told him that those who wielded the extraordinary weapons of Jianghu were either the lowest of the low or the highest of the high. Today, encountering this young man, it was clear he wasn't any ordinary low-hand. Therefore, if they rashly charged forward with their skills as disciples, they might end up losing their lives for nothing. Plus, with Shi Qing and his wife present, there was no chance of winning in a hard fight.

  So, Bai Wanjian said in a loud voice: "I've long heard that Shi Qing couple has a righteous son who is a senior disciple of Tianxu Daozhang of Shangqing Temple. Today, I see that he is indeed extraordinary. I don't know how to address him, nor do I know if Tianxu Daozhang has any business with the Snow Mountain Sect today?"

  You think you can use your sect to bully me, White Wan Jian? You'll be disappointed. Zhang Ping replied, "Respected Elder White, your reputation shakes the martial world, and I've admired you for a long time. As for myself, my Daoist name is Xiang Li, and I grew up in the Xuansu Manor since childhood. Recently, I secretly left the manor to travel the world, so I don't know anything about what's happening inside."

  Bai Wanjian saw Zhang Ping, and with just a few words, he had completely cleared himself of any responsibility for today's events and the Upper Clear Observation. He also made it clear that he was deeply indebted to Shi Qingfu and his wife, and that today's matter was unavoidable, which gave him a severe headache.

  Then, Bai Wanjian turned to Shi Qing and said: "I've long heard that the master of the Shi Manor, Mr. and Mrs. Shi, are heroic figures admired by many in the martial arts world. In the great hall of the Xuan Su Manor, there is a plaque with four large characters that read 'Hei Bai Fen Ming' (Black and White Distinction). I suppose it refers to the master's ability to distinguish right from wrong and uphold justice. It's not just referring to the heroic exploits of the Black and White Twin Swords roaming the Jianghu."

  Shi Qingdao said, "Not bad. The four words 'chivalrous and righteous' are ashamed to be worthy of. But I think we martial artists should not be ambiguous about right and wrong at this juncture. But I don't know where the wooden sign with the four words 'black and white distinction' is now?" Bai Wanjian was taken aback, then calmly said, "It's been burned by me!"

  "Very well! The child is under the Snow Mountain Sect, if he has committed an offense against your sect's rules, it is only right that your sect's superiors should punish him, either by beating or killing him. As his parents, we have no say in this matter, for this is the rule of the martial arts world. On that day at Hou Guan Village, my wife and I handed over the Black and White Twin Swords to your sect, explicitly stating that we would bring the child to Ling Xiang City to exchange him for the swords. Is this not true?"

  "Not bad, the sword is not here, I will definitely offer it to you in person later." Bai Wanjian replied helplessly. It turned out that after meeting with Geng Wanzhong and Ke Wanjun, Bai Wanjian had already learned about this matter. On that day, when Geng Wanzhong's twin swords were stolen, he initially suspected that Shi Qing and his wife were behind it, but soon encountered a group of officials and sedan chair bearers who had escaped in disarray. After questioning them, they learned that the people in the sedan chair were an old man and a young boy, whose appearance and attire suggested that they were carrying the little beggar Mo Tianju Shiyanke. Bai Wanjian had long heard that Xie Yankes' martial arts skills were extremely high and his movements unpredictable, making it very difficult to retrieve the black and white twin swords. At this moment, when Shi Qing mentioned it, he couldn't help but blush slightly.

  Six years ago, when Zhang Ping took back the black and white twin swords, Shi Qing and his wife had already made plans. They decided to bury the twin swords underground at Qingyuan Temple, so that in the future, they could use this as leverage when dealing with their own child, Shi Zhongyu, and gain an advantage. They thought that Xie Yanyu would rather die than tell anyone that he had been defeated by a twelve or thirteen year old boy and lost the black and white twin swords, so as long as they didn't say anything, the fate of the twin swords would remain a mystery forever.

  Shi Qing is a straightforward person, and he and his wife regard the Black and White Twin Swords as their lives. It's a pity that parents in the world are all like this.