The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"it is good."

Jiang Ning nodded.

The two descended from the high place. By this time, the corpses within the Songshan Sect had all been cleared away, but the ground was still dark red, and a faint smell of blood permeated Shengguan Peak. The surrounding ruins all indicated that the Songshan Sect had become history.

The Songshan Sect had too many ledgers and had done too many murders and arsons in secret over the years. It would take a lot of time to sort out all these old stories, so everyone decided to rest in a county town near Songshan.

Fang Zheng did suggest resting at Shaolin Temple, but although Shaolin Temple is large, it cannot accommodate so many people.

"Okay, let's go."

Yue Buqun addressed his disciples.

"Yes, Master."

The disciples of Mount Hua responded and then descended Mount Song.

As Yue Buqun descended Mount Song, he took one last look back at the place.

From then on, the Five Mountains Sword Sects became history.

……

An unknown county town.

"Uncle, please be kind."

A beggar was on the street, constantly begging and soliciting from passersby.

The beggar was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and a foul stench emanated from him, which became even more unbearable under the blazing sun.

Pedestrians hurried by, and no one stopped for the beggar; they all covered their noses and left with disgusted expressions.

The beggar sighed, looked at the empty, broken bowl, and then limped away from the street, arriving at an abandoned house.

Inside the house, several beggars lay lazily on the ground, looking utterly bored.

Upon seeing this beggar return, the other beggars in the house merely glanced at him and continued lying down without saying a word.

The beggar sat leaning against the corner, looked up at the sky, and squinted because the blazing sun made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

His stomach was rumbling, but the beggar seemed oblivious, still looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

Perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling, for tears welled up in the beggar's eyes.

The other beggars were used to seeing this beggar staring blankly again.

The lame beggar came to this county town a few years ago and lived with these few people in this abandoned house. Over the years, they often saw the beggar just sitting there in a daze.

Seeing that the lame beggar was staring blankly again, the other beggars didn't bother to look at him and turned over to continue sleeping.

The lame beggar remained staring blankly at the sky.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a shadow blocked the blinding sunlight and stood in front of him.

Ok?

The lame beggar, who had been staring blankly for too long, hadn't come to his senses until a few seconds later realized that someone was looking for him.

The lame beggar rubbed his eyes hard before he could see who it was.

Is a young man.

The lame beggar looked puzzled. He didn't recognize the young man, but he sensed that the man in front of him had an extraordinary air about him and was not an ordinary person.

The lame beggar panicked instinctively.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Upon witnessing this scene, the other beggars assumed that the lame beggar had offended someone, and quickly got up and hid a short distance away to watch.

"Are you Zhong Weiming?"

The young man held a notebook in his hand and spoke while flipping through the pages.

The beggar was taken aback.

"How do you know my name?"

Upon hearing the lame beggar admit it, the young man looked at him and then at the notebook in his hand.

“Your family lived in Luoyang. Your father was Zhong Teng, your mother was Xu Li, and you had a younger brother and a younger sister. Three years ago, three unknown people came to your door at night and killed your parents, brother and sister. You escaped with a broken leg and ended up wandering here.”

Seeing the young man recount his experiences with such detail, the lame beggar's eyes showed fear.

"You...who are you?"

The lame beggar was terrified.

The young man closed the notebook and said to him.

"I am a disciple of the Huashan Sect."

Huashan Sect?

The lame beggar was stunned.

Although he was a beggar, he knew the name of the Huashan Sect and had heard that it was a righteous sect that practiced chivalry and saved lives.

The young man continued, "Three years ago, the Three Eccentrics of Lingnan massacred your entire family and stole five thousand taels of your wealth, is that right?"

Upon hearing the young man's words, the lame beggar's eyes reddened, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Yep."

"Sir, you...you are really from the Huashan Sect?"

The lame beggar asked instinctively.

The young man nodded.

The lame beggar asked again a second later.

"You mean the three people who killed my parents and younger siblings... The Three Eccentrics of Lingnan are dead?"

He didn't know who the other person was referring to as the "Three Eccentrics of Lingnan," but three years ago, three people had indeed massacred his family, and he had wandered here in hardship, losing a leg and forced to beg for a living.

The young man nodded.

"Yes."

The lame beggar asked again, "Sir, how did you know about my family?"

"I'll answer that question later. Now come with me to claim your property."

"That's what the young man said."

"I'll go with you."

The lame beggar nodded vigorously.

He never doubted the possibility that the other party was lying to him.

He's already at the very bottom of society; his worthless life isn't worth being fooled by young people.

The lame beggar didn't pack his things and simply followed the young man away.

after one day.

The lame beggar followed the young man to Dengfeng.

At this moment, the lame beggar felt uneasy.

Although he felt the young man had no reason to lie to him before he left, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"This is it."

The young man led him to the most bustling street in Dengfeng.

At this moment, the already bustling street became even more crowded.

The people of Dengfeng all knew one thing: the Songshan Sect, which had dominated Mount Song for hundreds of years, had fallen. It was said that the Songshan Sect had done many heinous things, causing countless families to be destroyed and people to die. Now, the righteous sects, led by Shaolin, were preparing to give those people justice.

Many people who heard about this came to see for themselves.

"Uncle, I..."

The lame man was stunned by what he saw.

He was no longer a beggar. After taking him out of the abandoned house, they gave him a bath to wash away the filth and changed his clothes.

"follow me."

The lame man followed the young man through the crowd to the center, where people from several sects, including those from Mount Hua, Mount Tai, and Mount Heng, were present.

Disciples from various sects sat at the tables that had been brought in, holding pens and registering information, while some commoners were also registering.

These people were just like the lame man.

They looked haggard, but some were very excited at the moment. Some even cried out that God had opened his eyes, while others kept expressing their gratitude to the disciples of various sects.

The young man led him to the table of the Huashan disciples.

"Junior brother."

The Huashan disciple saw the young man and quickly said...

"Senior brother."

The young man smiled and nodded, then spoke to the lame man.

"Just register and verify your information, and then you can claim your assets."

"Yes Yes."

Upon hearing this, the lame man was still somewhat incredulous, but he nodded repeatedly and looked at the Huashan disciple registering, his expression a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous."

The Huashan disciple in charge of registration first offered some words of comfort and then asked, "What's your name? Where did you originally live?"

The lame man quickly said, "My name is Zhong Weiming, I live in Luoyang, my father..."

The disciple picked up a pen and started taking notes while flipping through the ledger. He found the information about the lame man and then began to verify and register the information.

The young man had already left and gone to the street not far away, where a large crowd had gathered.

At this moment, everyone was gathered around the high platform in the center, where Yue Buqun and others were standing.

"Fellow villagers, I am Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan Sect. I believe you all know why today's events have occurred."

Yue Buqun stood on the high platform and bowed to the people below.

The people watched Yue Buqun in silence.

"Our Huashan Sect is a righteous sect, and we take it upon ourselves to punish evil and promote good, and to uphold justice. The Songshan Sect and our Huashan Sect are both righteous sects, and they were once allies of our Huashan Sect. However, they have secretly committed heinous acts, such as murder and robbery, and seized the land of many people."

The people remained silent, but they all knew that the Huashan and other sects had been making a big fuss during this period.

The young man leaned against a pillar not far away, watching Yue Buqun speak on the stage.

"Uncle, I..."

At this moment, the lame man jogged over, looking at the young man with an excited expression.

The young man glanced at him and smiled, "All written down?"

The lame man nodded vigorously.

"It's all settled now, and I can claim my assets anytime."

The young man nodded and said nothing more.

The lame man then became somewhat hesitant, as if he had something to say.

The young man asked, "What's wrong?"

The lame man mustered his courage and said, "Sir, I will always remember your kindness. Could you please tell me your name? I will never forget it."

The young man smiled upon hearing this and was about to speak.

At this moment, Yue Buqun on the stage also reached the final moment to give his speech.

"Rest assured, everyone. The actions of the Songshan Sect are intolerable to our righteous path. I, Yue, and the leaders of all the righteous sects will surely give the wronged people justice."

"it is good!"

The people below the stage applauded and cheered.