Black Wind Order was issued.
The Martial World stirred, and whispers spread like the cry of a crane.
The Players were aware of the mission’s content and did not feel that Black Wind Village’s actions were overreaching.
However, most of the native Martial World people had no idea of Black Wind Village’s intentions.
Thus, when a large group of Players from Black Wind Village surged out, heading directly to Shaoshi Mountain Shaolin from all directions.
The entire Martial World was in uproar.
The na of Black Wind Village, with this act, was broadcast far across several major continents along the shores of the Yangtze and Yellow River, drawing the attention of all Martial World people.
No one knew.
What the final destination of Black Wind Village would be.
Perhaps it was this trip to Shaolin, perhaps further.
A great number of Martial World individuals also started heading to Shaolin from all directions, so to join the excitent, so as re spectators, but many who had previously received favors from Shaolin, willing to go and support.
Shaolin was already alard.
However, the Martial World lasts forever, how many years have passed, countless sects have fallen into the dust of history, Shaolin has faced Evil Demons outside the right path nurous tis, yet it has always stood firm.
Its profound heritage is extraordinary, naturally, it wouldn’t be easily disturbed by re rumors.
Nevertheless, many sub-temples had begun to send out hero invitations far and wide, summoning heroes to Shaolin to boost its prestige, ready to rally the Martial Arts community.
...
Atop Ei Sect’s Golden Summit.
Master Mie Jue held a gold-edged, large red invitation, browsed it montarily, then her expression changed slightly and she sternly said, "A petty thief dares to offend the Martial Arts Grandmaster Shaolin, utterly presumptuous!"
She suddenly turned around, her strict gaze falling on a few nervous disciples by the door, she shouted, "Min Jun, send out my letter, I, from Ei, must arrive at Shaolin within three days to assist!"
"Yes, Master!"
...
Wudang, outside the Zixiao Palace by the Mountain God Path.
A row of Wudang Disciples hurriedly arrived at the palace entrance.
Upon seeing an elderly Taoist seated on the floor inside the hall, unkempt and relaxed, they all halted and respectfully saluted.
"Master!"
"What has happened in the Martial World that you all co so hurriedly?"
The old Taoist did not rise, asking leisurely, but his tall and imposing figure, turtle-shaped crane-back, large ears and round eyes, and his beard sharp as a spear, all exhibited a kindly and compassionate deanor.
A disciple, who was tall and had three strands of beard on his jaw, stepped forward holding a gold-edged, large red invitation, and carefully reported the matter.
Hearing this, the old Taoist sighed, "Ever since Cui Shan was forced to leave the sect, I had decided to retire and live in seclusion, leaving the Martial World affairs. This ti, Shaolin might not necessarily be in trouble. Yuan Qiao, you can decide on your own."
"This..."
Song Yuanqiao and the others exchanged glances, then bowed and withdrew.
...
Baoding, Li Garden.
Li Xunhuan, unusually not holding a wine cup, was pinching a gold-edged, large red invitation, browsing it.
After a long mont.
Li Xunhuan put down the red invitation, his gaze contemplative.
"I didn’t expect this Black Wind Village, which has only risen in recent years, to be so audacious, even daring to challenge Shaolin.
I once received a cleansing of innocence from Shaolin; it seems I must make a trip there before heading outside the border."
"Xunhuan!"
At that mont, into the garden stepped a graceful lady, her call intimate yet filled with mournful lancholy.
That call, as if a woman still in love though long separated, was calling her lover, filled with emotion yet tinged with sadness and helplessness, even so reproach.
"Shiyin!"
Li Xunhuan’s body trembled.
He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Shiyin.
Because apart from Lin Shiyin, maybe there were others in the Martial World who would call him Xunhuan.
But absolutely no one could capture that tone.
He slowly turned around and saw a woman’s face, not perfectly flawless.
Even her complexion was sowhat pale.
But the mournful reproach in her eyes was enough to touch his heartstrings.
Regardless of the circumstance, she always made one feel her unique charm.
Anyone who saw her once could never forget.
She was always so elegant, so noble. The lancholy and reproach in her eyes would move even the hardest hearts.
Only such a woman could make a man like Li Xunhuan lose his wits for life.
"Xunhuan, I finally made up my mind to co see you... I don’t want to struggle and torture myself anymore, are you going to leave again?"
Lin Shiyin’s voice was sorrowful.
She wasn’t crying anymore, but her voice seed to be crying.
Li Xunhuan could ignore any woman’s tears, but he couldn’t bear to see Lin Shiyin cry.
Even though she wasn’t crying now.
His heart stirred, the words on the tip of his tongue swallowed back, he slowly sighed and said, "Shiyin, Shaolin may not be in trouble, but I must be there. I was already planning to retire outside the border, but now you’ve co..."
"So...you won’t leave this ti, you’ll take with you, right?"
Lin Shiyin summoned possibly the greatest courage of her life.
And giving her this courage was not herself, nor was it Li Xunhuan, but so Abnormal People she was close to.
...
Three days later.
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the continuous sound of galloping horses had been echoing for several days.
When the last large batch of Black Wind Village Players ca thundering in, almost the entirety of Shaolin was besieged by forces from various parts of the Martial World.
Yet at this mont today.
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