Chapter Thirty-Six: Sword in the Sound of the Lute, a Sword Hidden in the Lute

  Ling Jing smiled slightly and said: "Is Master Fei planning to use the sword technique from just now to kill me? That might be a bit difficult."

  But at this moment, although he spoke lightly, his heart was slightly tight. Since the Songshan School could seize the position of the Five Mountains Sword Sect Alliance, their martial arts must have been extraordinary. Moreover, just now, he was able to force Fei Bin into such a sorry state, firstly because he cleverly took advantage of an opportunity and seized the initiative, secondly because this "Hundred Changes Thousand Fantasies Mount Heng Clouds and Mist Thirteen Styles" had its own subtleties, and now that he had mastered it, he was able to use it with ease.

  But now Fei Bin has clearly stabilized his mind, and the two have opened up a distance again. If Fei Bin really deploys the Songshan swordsmanship, with his own strength already among the top masters, he is afraid that he will still be unable to hold on for too long.

  On the other hand, Fei Bin let out a cold and ruthless laugh, saying: "You little brat doesn't know life or death, then I'll take care of you first, and then finish off these evil demons."

  He let out a loud roar, and the large sword in his hand had already stabbed out, the sword light flashing, bringing with it an ear-piercing tearing sound as it attacked Ling Jing.

  Ling Jing saw Fei Bin's sword move, the momentum was vast and majestic, how could he dare to be careless? He stomped his feet, using the force to leap backwards, the long sword in his hand didn't stop, slashing towards Fei Bin's great sword.

  "Clang!"

  Two swords intersect, and Ling Jing ultimately has insufficient internal strength compared to his opponent's depth. This sword was forced to retreat two steps, but he was not panicked in his heart, relying on the unpredictable "Bai Bian Qian Huan Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Styles" to fight with Fei Bin for several rounds, retreating while fighting.

  At this time, Fei Bin had the upper hand, but the more he fought, the more anxious and confused he became. The young man had humiliated him several times earlier, and he himself had indeed suffered a loss at the hands of this kid. In his heart, he really wanted to kill this kid immediately. However, the young man's Hengshan swordsmanship was exquisite, not only were the moves between real and fake, but even the flaws on his body were subtle, making it impossible for people to grasp whether these flaws were intentionally revealed or not. For a moment, he couldn't do anything about this kid.

  In the blink of an eye, the two had chased and retreated to the edge of the pine forest. Ling Jing's eyes flashed as he made a false move, forcing Fei Bin to retreat a step. He then leapt forward five or six zhang, his body in mid-air, before landing on the nearby pine tree with his right foot. With a flip of his body, he had already jumped into the forest.

  Fei Bin suddenly became enraged. Although this young man's swordsmanship was impressive, his internal energy was far inferior to his own. He thought to himself that as long as he could drag things out for a while, he would naturally be able to exhaust the young man's internal energy. At that time, it would be easy to capture him and finish him off with one stroke of the sword.

  But in the blink of an eye, this kid suddenly jumped into the pine forest. He was originally a vengeful person, and now he had been teased by this kid several times, and he was already furious. He secretly thought that Liu Qu and others were already useless, and they would not be able to escape either. But this kid must be eliminated first, so he jumped into the pine forest and chased after Ling Jing's figure going deeper.

  Ling Jing heard the sound of breaking air coming from behind, and his heart was certain. Now he was afraid that Fei Bin would not pursue himself, and if he turned back to kill Liu Qu and others first, then he would have no merit in returning.

  But at this time, Fei Bin had already fallen into the trap. Next, he was very determined in his heart and brought his own movements to the extreme. After more than a dozen leaps, he gradually approached Mr. Mo's location.

  He ran another 7 or 8 zhangs away, and Fei Bin had already slowly approached his back. At this time, an old figure suddenly jumped down from the tree beside him, laughing: "Xian nephew, retreat for now, I'll take care of Fei Shidi."

  Ling Jing's heart and spirit relaxed a bit, but just now Fei Bin was chasing him so tightly that he had run this distance, his internal energy had already been greatly depleted. If Mr. Mo Da didn't appear soon, he feared that he would really be caught by Fei Bin.

  He suddenly bent his body and jumped to the side, and had already landed behind Mr. Mo Da.

  Fei Bin followed closely behind Ling Jing, seeing that he was about to catch up with him. But suddenly, an old man jumped down from the tree beside him, and his heart skipped a beat as he immediately understood what was happening. This little scoundrel is full of tricks, it seems like I've fallen into his trap again! His heart chilled, he held his long sword in front of him, gazing intently at the old man.

  He merely took a glance and his face immediately showed a look of shock, saying: "Mr. Mo Da?"

  He really didn't expect that this hunchbacked old man would be the famous master of Mount Heng, "Xiao Xiang Ye Yu" Mo Da. He had also received him at the Fengchan Platform on Mount Song during the Five Mountains Alliance meeting and naturally knew how formidable he was.

  But isn't it rumored that this person and Liu Zhengfeng have never gotten along, so how can he be waiting here for himself now?

  Mr. Mo smiled slightly, looking at Fei Bin, and suddenly shook his head: "The killing aura on the body of Master Fei is very heavy, but it is not beneficial to the body and mind. Why don't you listen to an old man playing a tune to calm down?"

  As he spoke, he took down the huqin from his body and a faint sound of the huqin came out. The sound of the qin was bleak, like a sigh, and also like crying. Following the sound of the qin, it trembled and produced a discontinuous sound, like small raindrops falling on leaves.

  Fei Bin heard the sound of the guqin and his face suddenly changed. In the Jianghu, it was well-known that Mo Da, the leader of Hengshan, had the reputation of "hiding a sword in the guqin, with the sword emerging from the sound of the guqin". Now that the sound of the guqin had started, this person's killing move would surely follow closely. At this moment, he didn't dare to be slightly careless. This Mo Da was an expert at the level of the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and was even more formidable than him. He naturally didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

  Mo Da's figure fluttered and moved forward, as if he had taken three or four steps, but also seemed to have walked seven or eight steps. In the blink of an eye, he was already close to Fei Bin. Ling Jing and Fei Bin were right in front of him, yet they couldn't grasp his movements, and their shock was palpable.

  The sound of the qin lingered by his ear, but Fei Bin could no longer hold back, feeling an immense pressure from Mo Da, a sensation he had only experienced with Left Cold Mountain's master. Knowing that Mo Da was a formidable opponent, he immediately unleashed the "Songshan Sword Technique", striking towards Mo Da's trembling body.

  However, Mo Da only slightly shook his body and had already moved to Fei Bin's side. It was as if he were a ghostly apparition. Fei Bin's heart was greatly shocked, and he hastily withdrew his sword and struck out with his elbow.

  Mo Da stood still on the spot, his right elbow slightly raised, colliding with Fei Bin's elbow, and actually knocking Fei Bin back a step.

  Mo Da smiled slightly and said, "How can Fellow Disciple Fei be so impatient? I haven't even finished playing this tune, yet you're already itching to take action." He sighed and said, "Well, since Fellow Disciple Fei has abandoned our past friendship, then this old man will have no choice but to offend you."

  He only saw his right hand lightly plucking the bottom of the huqin, his wrist trembling continuously, and suddenly his wrist twisted towards Fei Bin's direction.

  "Hah!"

  A distorted flash of silver light, Fei Bin suddenly let out a loud cry and retreated with his hand on his chest. Ling Jing's eyes widened as he realized that Fei Bin's left chest had been injured, and fresh blood was now flowing from between his fingers.

  He was greatly shocked, just now Mr. Mo Da's sword had come out at what time, he hadn't even seen a glimpse of it, not even the shadow of the blade he used, but Fei Bin had already been injured, this Mr. Mo Da's swordsmanship had truly reached the realm of ghostly mystery.

  Mo Da struck with a single blow, and then his sword moves were continuous, forcing Fei Bin to cry out in distress. A small amount of blood splashed out from between the two long swords. Fei Bin dodged and weaved, using all his strength to defend himself, but he couldn't escape Mo Da's encircling sword light. The blood gradually formed a red circle around the two men.

  Fierce and sudden, Fei Bin let out a long and mournful cry, leaping high into the air. Mr. Mo Da took two steps back, inserted his long sword into the huqin, turned around and walked away, as the tune "Xiao Xiang Ye Yu" began to play from behind the pine trees, gradually fading into the distance.

  Fei Bin jumped up and immediately fell down, a blood arrow shot out from his chest like a gushing spring, just now in the intense battle, he had used the internal force of Songshan School, after being stabbed in the chest, the internal force hadn't dissipated, forcing the fresh blood to spurt out rapidly from the wound, both eerie and terrifying.

  Ling Jing was dazzled, the move Mr. Mo Da had just used was indeed "Hengshan Clouds and Mist Thirteen Styles of a Hundred Changes and a Thousand Transformations", but as for its power, it wasn't something he could reach at this time, making him look like he was in a trance.

  At this time, a mighty voice suddenly came from the forest: "Xian nephew, if someone asks you about the origin of your Hengshan swordsmanship in the future, just say that I taught it to you. It's unlikely that anyone will make things difficult for you because of this."

  The faint sound of the huqin gradually rose again, and then slowly faded away. Ling Jing knew that the old man had already walked far away. He let out a slight sigh in his heart. In fact, he still had many unclear parts about this Hengshan swordsmanship. Although he had just seen Mr. Mo demonstrate it personally once, he still hadn't fully grasped it. He wanted to ask for further guidance, but didn't expect the old man to leave so hastily.

  He cast a cold glance at Fei Bin's corpse, and immediately furrowed his brow again. This was because Mr. Mo Da's swordsmanship was truly too unique, and the wounds left on Fei Bin's body were both fine and narrow. A discerning person would likely be able to tell who had struck the blow at a single glance.

  He smiled wryly, not thinking that he would still have to do this for the old man. He didn't delay any longer and picked up his long sword to slash Fei Bin's corpse into a mess, so no one could see through it.

  But in the end, he still couldn't put his mind at ease, and using his sword as a shovel, dug a large pit, buried Fei Bin's body inside, only then did he stop to rest for a moment.

  PS: The second update is done, the third one I can only say it's still being coded... If you're not in a hurry, just check tomorrow when you wake up, I also can't guarantee if it'll be finished tonight.