Legend has it that there is a martial arts manuscript Bixie Sword Manual in the house of Lin family, which when learned will give the person god-like speed and power. Thus, whoever manages to master it, will become the conqueror of the martial world...
[Mr. Black-White extended his index finger and middle finger rapidly andgripped towards the blade of the thrusting sword. The five spectators couldn'thelp letting out a cry of surprise.]
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By now both of them were very exhausted, and each took a spot to sit in repose with their eyes closed, leaning against a big rock. Soon Linghu Chong began to doze off. In the sleep, he suddenly saw Ying-Ying placing three roasted frogs into his hands and asking him, "Have you forgotten me?"
"I have not! I have not! Where...where have you been?" Linghu Chong replied loudly. But all of a sudden, Ying-Ying's image vanished before his eyes. "Don't go! I have a lot to tell you," he shouted hastily. But all he could see now were countless of knives, swords, and various weapons striking toward him one after another. He cried out loudly and then woke up.
"Have you dreamed of your sweetheart and had a lot to tell her?" Xiang Wentian said with a big grin.
Linghu Chong's face went red. He wasn't sure what else he had said in his dream that Xiang Wentian might also overheard.
"Brother, if you want to see your lover, you'll have to recuperate your injury and cure yourself before going looking for her," Xiang Wentian suggested.
"I...I don't have a lover. Besides, my injury is incurable," Linghu Chong replied, his face looking gloomy.
"I owe you a life. Although you are my sworn brother, it still doesn't feel right, and I simply must repay you with a life. I'll take you to a place. There, you will be cured," Xiang Wentian exclaimed.
Linghu Chong had long disregarded his own life, but that was really because he didn't have a choice after all and had to treat it with indifference. Now when he heard Xiang Wentian saying that his injury was actually curable, a mixed feeling of hope and bliss began swelling in his chest. If these words had come out of someone else's mouth, he would not have let his hope go up. But Xiang Wentian was a man with extraordinary abilities, and his Kung Fu skills were so amazing that other than Grand Uncle-Master Feng, Linghu Chong had not seen anyone possessing such exceptional skills. Even a casual remark from him could have weighed more than a thousand pounds.
"I...I...," Linghu Chong murmured but found himself lost in word from the sudden surge of spirit.
By now, the crescent shaped moon had climbed up the opening of the valley and shone over it silently, casting rays of cold light into the bottom of the valley. Although the valley bottom still looked dark and gloomy, in Linghu Chong's eyes, everything seemed to have brightened up all of a sudden as though it was sunshine everywhere.
"We'll go see a man. But this man has a very eccentric temperament, so it's better that we don't let him know beforehand. Brother, if you trust me, just let me arrange everything," Xiang Wentian explained.
