Chapter 27: An Unfortunate Coincidence

  "Who is that?" Grey Shadow asked.

  The leader's eyes were filled with icy hatred: "Tiantai Mountain, Dao Jing!"

  "What? He's an immortal, killing him will bring heavenly punishment!"

  The man in black suddenly swung his long knife, and the bun on Gray Shadow's head was cut off by more than half. He immediately fell to the ground in fright, explaining hastily: "Big brother, don't, I'm not disobeying your orders, using, using his illness to restrain Xuan Yi Shangxian, this is the master's order!"

  The leader looked at him indifferently, just like looking at a dead man, and raised his long knife again...

  "Okay okay okay, I'm going I'm going I'll go right now."

  Dao Jing was not a person who liked to be alone, in fact he had many people around him from childhood to adulthood, and the time he spent alone was not long. Therefore, after sitting quietly for half an hour, seeing Lu Jian and two others wandering outside the courtyard, he almost went out without any psychological struggle.

  Lu Jing was originally cheerful and optimistic, Duanmu Yang was lively and talkative. Dao Jing had been worried about his master Xuan Yi's situation all along, but now they were chattering away, disrupting his thoughts.

  "It's better to go and meet Ma Ming Sheng than to stay in this unclear friend or foe Tong Cui Gong!"

  The journey between Xiu and the mountain, and Ming Shui is not short. Dao Jing can ride a sword, and also bring deer arrows together. However, Duanmu Chengyang cannot fly at all, nor does he know any other methods of hurrying on the road. Dao Jing originally intended to leave him behind, in case of an emergency, he couldn't take care of both of them. Who would have thought that Duanmu Chengyang was very insistent, with a tone that if you don't bring me along, you can't go either.

  Dào Jìng was somewhat at a loss, which wasn't surprising. He had grown up in the Dongtian Xianjing and had never seen such a cunning trick from a young whippersnapper like this before. Having no other choice, he saw that the youth had a long sword hanging from his waist, so he could only teach him the incantation for the Yu Jian technique. Duānmù Cháng Yáng was agile and clever, and Dào Jìng was willing to teach him sincerely. However, by the time he managed to get airborne with great difficulty, the sun had already begun to set in the west.

  Out of Ming Shui, Dao Jing did not directly go to Xiuyue Mountain, but first arrived at Dongyue, the former home of Xu Wujing.

  The beams and pillars are in disarray, and the ground is littered with debris. The world outside, which was originally free from worldly disputes, ultimately cannot escape the teasing of right and wrong.

  Behind the house stood several new graves, presumably those of Yu Gong and Xuwu. Dao Jing pulled out a short incense stick from his sleeve, which he had found earlier in Tong Chen Palace, bowed three times, and inserted it into the tombstone of Xuwu Chang.

  Duanmu Yan looked at him strangely, thinking he was being rude. He rushed over to Dao Jing and shouted: "Hey, your senior is the one who saved your life, can't you even give him a bow?"

  Dào Jìng's face turned cold, and he said calmly: "I have a divine register, and I can do as I please with this grand ceremony. But I fear it will disturb the rest of the people here. As for what happened that day, I also hope someone can give me an explanation."

  In his vague memory, there was a stranger's voice, who seemed to have said many things to him. Later, he met Lu Jian and Duanmu Chengyang, but after talking to them, he found that it wasn't either of them. Who was this person? Dao Jing looked at Lu Jian, apparently she still had some things she hadn't said about what happened that day.

  Lu Jing was torn inside. Meng Mu had said not to let them tell Yu Gongzhu, but hadn't said not to tell Dao Jing, nor had he said they could tell Dao Jing...

  She thought for a moment and decided to ask Dao Jing if he knew anything: "That day we weren't there either, and didn't know what happened. Later when I went back to find you, you weren't there either, do you remember where you went?"

  "Dongyue's great disciple Yun Su is my good friend. On that day, he led his men to check the mountain fire and rescued me, bringing me back to Dongyue."

  "Huh??"

  Upon hearing this, Lu Jian and Duanmu Cheng both looked stunned, never expecting a stranger to suddenly appear out of nowhere. Could it be that Meng Mu had really slipped away on his own? Given his style, this wasn't entirely impossible either.

  "Actually..." Lu Jian was at a loss for words, looking at Jing and then at Duanmu Cheng, not knowing how to start speaking.

  Duanmu Chengyang took over: "Actually, you can ask Yun Su about that?"

  "If he had known, he would have told me long ago, why did I need to ask you!" Dao Jing muttered to himself.

  "It's getting late, let's hurry up."

  "Oh."

  They rushed to Xiuyuzhi Mountain, the road was still quiet, but Duankong had already run out of breath. Daojing wanted to ask more about what happened in Xuwu Village, but he had just experienced the skill of these two people interrupting him and knew that asking would only lead to anger, so he returned to his usual cold demeanor and hurried on without saying much.

  Lu Jian pulled and dragged Duanmu Changyang behind him, desperately chasing after. With great difficulty, he finally caught up, but his foot was tripped by something unknown, causing him to fall heavily, and Duanmu Changyang also stumbled along with him.

  Although Dao Jing was always walking ahead, the two people behind him were constantly whispering to each other, making it impossible for him not to notice. This time, he heard them shouting and yelling, so Dao Jing reluctantly stopped, crossed his arms, turned around, and looked back to see what new tricks these two were up to.

  It turned out that he had tripped and was about to help Kuiyue up when he suddenly felt an extremely strong force attacking from the side. He subconsciously dodged backwards, and at the same time, he grabbed Kuiyue and flung him behind him.

  They dodged, and Duanmu Jieyang was completely exposed to the range of this powerful shot. Dao Jing thought of blocking it but it was too late. The strong wind wrapped around a silver light, striking directly at Duanmu Jieyang's left shoulder, sending him flying over a dozen feet away.

  He didn't even know what happened and had already fallen heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, before losing consciousness.

  Dao Jing immediately clasped his hands together in a seal, casting the Guardian Spell to protect Duanmu Cheng. He then looked towards the direction of Li Jin's sneak attack and saw a cliff with dense tree shadows above it. Was there anyone else there?

  "This place is not suitable for a long stay!" He pulled Luoye and immediately prepared to take Du Mu with him back to Ming Shui. Unexpectedly, he heard cries for help coming from the mountain path they had come from, and getting closer and closer, as if someone was fleeing.

  Dao Jing didn't want to get involved in any more trouble, and now was the time to leave quickly. However, this group of people had already run up close. All he saw was a young man being chased by over ten black-clothed men, who were wielding long knives, while the young man was unarmed. Dao Jing feared that his two companions with low magical abilities would get hurt, so he reluctantly drew out his long sword and stood in front of them to protect them.

  That man was in a sorry state, but he ran extremely fast, like a patch of yellow flowers fluttering in the wind. Dao Jing was momentarily stunned. The man also saw them and immediately lit up with hope, as if he had seen his savior.

  "Save me! Hurry up and save me..."

  The long sword was like a rainbow, barely slashing behind the man. Dao Jing stabilized his body, coldly looking at the black-clothed man in front of him with a fierce killing intent. He slightly tilted his head and asked: "Do you recognize me?"

  That person didn't know whether he was crying or what, his voice choked with emotion: "You heartless thing, you've forgotten about me so quickly"

  Dào Jìng reached out and pushed away a few people in front of him. A simple-minded person didn't understand: "What did he say?"

  "Oh dear, never mind, just kill them and be done with it."

  The man also drew out a short knife from his waist and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dao Jing, together confronting the black-clad man who was staring at them fiercely.

  Dao Jing glanced at the man and thought to himself: This person's appearance is extraordinary, his demeanor is calm and composed, he must be a seasoned veteran of the jianghu, perhaps not necessarily an opponent for these black-clad men. Unaware of the grudges between them, he decided to observe from the sidelines first, then wait for an opportunity to make his move.

  Who would have thought that the man suddenly guessed Dao Jing's thoughts, took a step closer and whispered: "These people are the murderers who assassinated the entire family of Virtual Void!"

  "!!!" About the matter of Xū Wú being killed, Dào Jìng had heard bits and pieces from different people's mouths, but didn't know the actual course of events. This person's voice was very similar to what he remembered, could it be that this person really existed?

  "Hold on for now!"

  That man saw Dao Jing retreat, gritted his teeth and cursed a sentence, swung his knife forward and entangled with the crowd of black-clothed men, although outnumbered, he was in control.

  Dao Jing swiftly pulled out a deer arrow and drew a spiritual symbol on her palm, looking at the frightened little girl, calmly instructing: "You take Duanmu Chengyang back to Tongchen Palace, resolve the matters here, I'll go find you again later."

  He used his magical powers to activate the spell, and a cloud of air burst out from Lu Jian's hand, enveloping her and Duanmu Chengyang, as if it had consciousness, flying up into the air.

  Lu Jing tightly hugged Duanmu Changyang, watching as the fighting crowd got farther and farther away. Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "He's a good man, be careful!"

  Regarding Lu Jian's unorthodox linguistic habits, Dao Jing was already familiar with them. He simply nodded slightly and then charged into the battlefield with his sword.

  That person was caught off guard and nearly dropped the short knife in his hand due to that shout. He secretly wiped away a cold sweat, then continued killing wildly.

  The man in black at the front let out a cold snort: "Now you're definitely going to die!"

  "Cut, even if you talk big, you're not afraid of the wind slapping your tongue!"

  Dao Jing's move was just a wound to the enemy, but there was no killing blow. The person thought that Dao Jing had never killed anyone and did not dare to make a reckless move. However, Dao Jing's attack was neither light nor heavy, and although the wounded person did not die, they would no longer pose any threat, so it was easy for him to follow up with another strike.

  The two of them worked together quite tacitly, quickly taking down a group of black-clad men. The leader, seeing the situation was unfavorable, hastily retreated. He pushed the last brother to the ground in front of them, took aim at the gap, and swiftly fled towards the rear.

  Dao Jing originally wanted to leave one alive, his hands formed a seal, and he cast the Earth Binding Technique, hastily chasing after him.

  However, faster than him was a short knife.

  This knife was no longer an ordinary iron blade, but a fierce and sinister aura, like a soul-seeking arrow, piercing the leader's back.

  He saw him fall to the ground and rushed over to check, but he had already stopped breathing. The black-clad men all around were now corpses.

  Dào Jìng didn't agree and furrowed his brow, shaking his head silently.

  That man carefully looked at his face, guessing that he might be displeased with such a bloody scene. He kicked the black-clothed man on the ground a few times before approaching again, laughing and clasping his fists: "Thank you, young hero, for your righteous assistance."

  She slowly turned her head sideways, gave him a extremely cold glance, and then turned back.

  "Huh?......"

  Jian Dao Jing stood still in front of the black-clad man's corpse, frowning with a thoughtful expression. The man behind him kicked at the stones on the ground listlessly, waiting for him to speak.

  Dào Jìng indeed did not hesitate for too long, raised his hand and beckoned, saying lightly: "Do you know their identities?"

  He glanced at the corpse with its face turned up to the sky and a ferocious expression, shook his head vigorously: "I don't know."

  "Then you check it out."

  "Huh?" The man muttered to himself as he rummaged through the black-clad person's clothes, "Why did I listen to him? This isn't right!"

  He squatted on the ground and looked up at Dao Jing: "Why didn't you check?"

  Dào Jìng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Because of the dirt."

  "Hey? You're going too far!"

  "And besides..." Dao Jing's eyes gleamed sharply: "They want to kill you!"

  "Alright."

  They didn't notice that at this moment, the corpse of the leader of the black-clad men had vanished into thin air.

  No valuable clues were found, and Dao Jing had no choice but to leave this place and continue his journey with Xiu and Shan.

  That person closely followed behind, asking while chasing: "Hey, are you really okay? That old man, Wong Yiu, is quite something. Do you still remember me? I'm Mung Mo."

  Dao Jing's footsteps didn't stop, his empty hand swung a sword move, scaring Meng Mu to retreat two steps instantly. For some reason, the corner of his mouth slightly rose, and his tone was light and quick: "Speak more, and don't follow me!"

  "Ah? Okay, I won't say it anymore."

  "Look at you, how can you be so overbearing?"

  "Hiss!"

  "Alright alright, I'll shut up."

  "Haha, looks like you're quite skilled!"

  "That's natural!"