Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 2 Guangxia Mountain

A grand avenue, fifty paces wide, with trees three zhang tall, solidly built on the outside, hidden by golden mallets, flanked by green pines. From north to south, it follows a mountain stream, winding along the mountains, like an Azure Dragon on a painting, dividing the lush mountain forests to both sides.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of horse hooves echoed out of the mist.

In an instant, a carriage and a horse, taking advantage of this stone-paved Chidao, swiftly rode against the wind and rain, traversing mountains and ridges, coming from the north.

The carriage crossed numerous mountain ridges, exited the mountain path, and just as they emerged, the wind suddenly arose.

Lo and behold, the entire mountain enveloped in light mist was brushed by the clear breeze, the clouds rolled and unfolded, revealing a vast expanse of red maples in Shanyang.

After a whole night of drizzle, the dew on the maple leaves had not yet dried. When illuminated by the early morning rays, it was as if the entire mountain was sprinkled with gold foil. It reflected with the stream beside the Chidao, making the whole mountain and sky appear golden red, as if on fire.

Upon seeing this breathtaking scenery, the knight in a light robe on a white horse could not help but pull the reins, halting the horse.

He raised the hat covering his head, revealing a young gentleman with an elegant bearing and commanding presence. His eyes were as dazzling as meteors, his lips like vermillion cinnabar, his posture regal and majestic, exuding a jade-like essence and golden form. Gazing at the mountain view, he softly praised,

"The mountains stand far, the heavens high, vaporous waters cold. Blue waves mirror the indigo pool, maple leaves red. The haze like woven rain, the landscape a painting..."

The carriage behind also paused briefly, the driver lifted her raincoat, revealing a young girl in her prime, features like a painting, lips like cherry petals, an almond-shaped face with peach-like cheeks, possessing three parts of Concubine Li's beauty, her glance radiant, her smile city-toppling. Though still young, her beauty hadn't fully blossomed yet, but she was a budding beauty indeed.

"Young Master, rest assured; after crossing Juelong Ridge, we will enter Kun Country's territory. Once we pass through this maple forest, we will arrive at Guangxia Mountain's Yanzi Peak, Sword Immortal's Daoist field!

Grandpa apprenticed at Nine Yin Mountain back in the day, studied with Chen Jianxian of this place as fellow disciples, sworn brothers in righteousness. So, rounding up, isn't Guangxia Mountain akin to our maternal home? They will undoubtedly protect us!"

The Young Master came to his senses, looking back not to the girl, but at the mountain path behind him.

At this moment, the morning light had yet to shine over. The bluestone path on the other side of the mountain was still shrouded in dense fog.

"It's well-known that the Demon Sect Sword Immortal is ruthless and emotionless, but also famously keeps his word. I'm not worried about this; I'm just unsure whether Mother and Aunt have escaped the Royal Capital..."

The girl, with unquestionable composure, patted her flat chest and said,

"It's alright. My mother has wandered the Jianghu for years, and Aunt has magic treasures from the Marquis Mansion for protection, those barbarians can't capture them."

Seeing the young gentleman still furrowing his eyebrows in worry, the girl thought for a moment, then took out a wallet from her belt, hesitated for a second, blushed, and handed it over to comfort him,

"Alright, alright, take it. This, before she left, my mother specially sought out a Taoist from the Louguan to gaze at the fate and inquire about the future.

The Taoist said, from Dui to Kun, upper water below earth, it's a Sui hexagram.

As they say, a fish playing in the water startled by the net, leaps over the Dragon Gate and transforms into a dragon; three feet of willow hangs with gold, ten thousand peach blossoms showcase a gathering of excellence.

Young Master, you have escaped the calamity, survived the great disaster, surely there will be future blessings, this is the carp leaping over the Dragon Gate, ready to ascend with the clouds!"

"Jian Jia, you certainly have a knack for saying auspicious words..."

The Young Master chuckled too, took the wallet embroidered with mandarin ducks but resembling a wild duck, looked at the divination note, his eyebrows unfolding somewhat, slowly reciting,

"Sui, gathering. The king establishes a temple, showing filial piety and worship. Profitable to see great people, gathering with righteousness.

Using great sacrifice brings good fortune, advantageous for progress, in accordance with the Heavenly Destiny. Observing the gathered, the emotions of all things in heaven and earth can be seen.

It is indeed an auspicious hexagram... Strange, why did you hold back from mentioning this all the way?"

Jian Jia laughed heartily and said,

"My mother specifically warned me, with divination matters, believing makes it true, not believing makes it not, say it too early, and the blessing might not manifest.

After finally escaping from the Kingdom, I just breathed a sigh of relief and remembered this."

The Young Master smiled bitterly, looked at the divination note, shook his head, and casually returned the wallet,

"Mystical techniques are ultimately not the Righteous Path. Back then, the Emperor believed the slander of Fang Shu, resulting in the Witchcraft Disaster.

Now, the Three Constellations employ deceitful people, and the Jianghu believers in the nonsense of the Demon Path. I watch as the world becomes increasingly unstable, unable to serve my father, unable to take revenge, forced to retreat to secluded mountains and forests—what kind of auspicious hexagram is this, indeed."

The girl was speechless, took back the wallet, and tucked it into her bosom, her mouth puckered like the duck on the wallet, ignoring the spoilsport for a moment.

For a while, both harbored their thoughts, driving the carriage and horse down the mountain path, into Fenglin.

As it happened, just after entering the forest, before reaching the top of Guangxia Mountain, they encountered the Sword Immortal.

A group of eight people, also from the north, but not along the official road, probably through the Dragon Gate's small path.

Among these eight people, they all seemed young, with two leading in front and at the back, slightly older, appearing to be eighteen or nineteen, or just over twenty, in appearance and build, dressed in green robes and raincoats, rough attire, short shirts, sleeves tied, with the look of Jianghu Swordsmen.

One person stayed behind, carrying a knife and a sword, stood at the pathway, squinting his eyes into slits, vigilantly watching the approaching carriage and riders.

Another squatted on a maple tree branch, hidden by red leaves, his appearance unclear, hugging a wooden sword in his arms, making no apparent movement, yet the branch under him shook like an earthquake, swaying like in a gale, the dew previously on the branch poured down like raindrops, astonishingly, no red leaf fell from the tree.

The other six were just young boys, about fourteen or fifteen, about the same age as the Young Master, but with a world of difference in appearance.

They were all in tattered clothing, disheveled, dirty, some slightly better off with rough hemp clothes to wear, others barefoot with no shoes at all, like beggars, worn and dirty, sweating profusely, appearing as though they had crawled out of the ravine after much struggle.

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At this moment, the eight youngsters were exhausted beyond measure, sprawled out under the big maple tree, panting, pounding their legs, heads tilted back, mouths open, struggling to catch the dew shaken from the maple leaves by inner strength.

The two leading youth Swordsmen merely held their knives, hugged their swords, coldly watching the uninvited guests advancing on horseback.

Jian Jia had mentioned visiting a maternal home, but she really hadn't been there before, now cautiously gripped her hat, clutching the short sword in her bosom.

The Young Master galloped forward, raising his sword in hand, clasping his fist from afar, bowing, then took out a Jade Pendant from his waist,

"I am Luu Yue, my father is Marquis Ling, with a humble gift, I specially come to pay respects to Yanzi Peak's Immortal Chen of Guangxia Mountain."

The two green-robed Swordsmen remained silent, as if they hadn't heard the other's shout.

Seeing the other side completely ignoring him, the Young Master hesitated for a moment, exchanging glances with the girl.

"Jian Jia, did Aunt leave any message?"

Jian Jia paused, opened her mouth, seemed to remember something, turned and searched inside the carriage, bringing out a flat, stone box, about the size of an inkstone, holding it in her hand,

"Here's the sword of Shen Junyou, a sword transmission disciple of the Beichen Sword Sect! I ask the esteemed senior brothers to take a look!"

Her shout seemed to still the wind in Fenglin Valley, the boys opposite all turned their heads to look.

The squinting Swordsman at the rear relaxed his grip on his knife. Meanwhile, the young man hugging a wooden sword on the treetop also peeked out.

This fellow was nothing much in appearance, with premature gray hair, Big and Small Eyes, left eye open, right eye squinting, stroked the sparse stubble on his chin, beckoning from afar.

Seeing this, Luu Yue and Jian Jia both breathed a sigh of relief, driving the carriage and horses forward.

However, just as they moved, the squinting Swordsman suddenly raised his left arm.

Instantly, "Zheng!" Lightning flashed!

The treasure sword on his back unsheathed! It slashed out a white ribbon in mid-air, aiming straight at Luu Yue's face!

In that moment, a "Clang!" A metallic sound reverberated!

The white ribbon struck Luu Yue's throat! Suddenly, a burst of golden light exploded! It sent the white light flying back! Caught off guard, Luu Yue fell off the horse!

The white ribbon returned to the squinting Swordsman's hand, appearing in form. It was a treasure sword three feet long, separated by a three-foot gap from the Sword technique grasped by the squinting Swordsman, spinning mid-air, shaking off the sword's dew.

Sword Control Skill!

Luu Yue rolled twice on the plank road, falling to the roadside. "Young Master!"

Jian Jia was shocked, leaping off the carriage with a spring, drawing the short sword from her waist, rushing to the young man's side.

"I, I'm fine..."

Though he had a fall, Luu Yue was indeed unharmed, although a bit disheveled, his brocade robe sparkled glamorously untouched by mud or water. However, as he lowered his head, he saw the golden lock hanging from his neck, now cut into two by sword energy!

"You!"

Jian Jia raged, ready to burst.

"Rustle—!" Suddenly, a shower of blood!

Only the white horse's head slipped flat off its neck, falling lifelessly to the ground!

In an instant, blood gushed like a spring, drenching the young man and woman, so chillingly cold, whatever words ready on their lips were swallowed back with the taste of blood.

The squinting Swordsman also coldly looked at the chipped sword blade, flicked his finger, and pinched a sword seal, sending the flying sword back into its scabbard in a flash. Then his voice, colder than the mountain wind, pierced the ear like a cold needle.

"Dismount when entering the mountain."

In the blink of an eye, the mountain path's tone changed, the Blood Breath pervasive, shaking the worldview of this pair of immortal boy and girl. They squatted by the roadside, gazing at the white horse's corpse, watching the blood gushing like a spring flowing down the cracks of the bluestone path to the foot of the mountain. Their mouths and nostrils, lungs choked with icy breath, for a moment unable to move.

Meanwhile, the Big and Small Eyes Swordsman on the treetop smiled, hugging his sword, hopped down the treetop,

"You finally caught up."

At that moment, they both looked up, seeing a scrawny child creeping from a side path.

Yes, crawling, like a dog, this child crawled along the ground, almost doing push-ups, lying flat on the ground, camouflaged in the grass, silently and invisibly, all covered in mud, showing only a pair of pitch-black eyes, almost undetectable unless in motion.

Upon closer examination, they realized the child was actually chained like a dog, with shackles still on his wrists, ankles, and neck. The thumb-thick chains had smooth cuts, clearly severed by a sword.

"Come here, Gou Dan, once you pass through this Mountain Gate, you belong to our Sword Sect.

From now on, no one in this world can bully you anymore."