With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 50 Returning to the Mountain - Secret Letter

When it comes to revenge, Li Che still prefers Master Zuo's style—it's direct enough!

He was unaware that in this world, chance encounters and coincidences are truly unpredictable.

Ren Yingying originally intended to secretly stir up trouble for Li Che and the Huashan Sect.

However, Zu Qianqiu and his group not only misunderstood the intentions, but also dared not ask. Coincidentally, they still came to Guanzhong to act on their own, and even more coincidentally, they were caught red-handed by Li Che.

The news has spread, and attempts to contain it are futile.

If it's a case of praising someone to death, then let's make a big fuss about it. The more people involved, the more it will have the effect of a great man hiding in plain sight.

Whether it's true or false doesn't matter; what matters is who takes it seriously.

Li Che tapped his fingers on the table, giving instructions in person.

In just a short while, Zu Qianqiu had written three pages, and his hand, which he usually only used to hold a glass, was becoming increasingly sore.

Having lived two lives, Li Che knew that rumors were not the problem; the problem was when they spread chaos, especially when they involved a single person or event.

There's never a shortage of rumors in the world. If you have them, I have them, and everyone has them, then it's just a joke. Otherwise, it's like a tree that stands out in the forest—it will surely be felled by the wind!

The human heart is the sharpest knife!

"That's all for now, you can make up whatever you want."

The Yellow River Ancestor smiled and agreed, but he was very worried. Should he listen to the Holy Maiden or Young Hero Li?

It seems like whatever I do is wrong.

The newly appointed "brain trust" old man was at a loss for what to do. Serving the Holy Maiden was becoming increasingly difficult...

"Keep it up, who knows, maybe a hundred years from now, the Yellow River Ancestor will really become an 'Ancestor'."

The two: "..."

Li Che didn't linger; after giving his instructions, he got up and left.

The Yellow River Ancestor, whose body had been tense, finally relaxed. The two looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

The following morning, Li Che bid farewell to Qianjin Village, mounted his horse, and headed east towards Mount Hua.

The strong horse was a gift from Old Huo, and Li accepted it as a 30% share of his windfall from the thousand-pound manor, without feeling any guilt.

Before leaving, he had entrusted Qianjinzhuang to keep an eye on the Qingcheng Sect's movements. Truly, he was a master of deception, a "prophet" who could predict people but not events.

Moreover, Li Che, this "butterfly," flapped his wings too fast, and the original timeline seems to have become a bit messed up.

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Li Che, mounted on his horse, tightened the bag on the side of the saddle. The bag was bulging with a lot of things, but it was several times heavier than when he came down the mountain.

They rode at breakneck speed and arrived at Weilin Town near noon.

Once inside the town, Li Che didn't rush to leave; he had an important matter to attend to.

After strolling around half the street, I turned around and went into a bookstore. After searching for a while, I finally found my copy of the Analects.

The inn room door was tightly closed. On the octagonal table, there was a complete set of writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. In the left hand was the Analects of Confucius, and in the right hand was a section of bamboo tube used for carrier pigeons.

The pages rustled as he turned them. Since his memory had greatly improved, this was the first time Li had ever read a book by pressing his finger against it, muttering to himself as he did so.

One, two, three, four, five...

After a moment, he picked up the note full of numbers, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips: Li Che returned to the mountain, his breathing was disordered, as if he had suffered internal injuries, and he had gone into seclusion.

Then he muttered to himself, "What a coincidence! Miss Ren's unintentional act has yielded unexpected results."

With Zu Qianqiu's "rumors in the martial arts world" and his good disciple's secret letter, even if you, Zuo Lengchan, have your suspicions, you'd have to believe seven parts of it.

"Master Zuo, wait for me! I won't let those twelve wontons go to waste!"

Li is somewhat vengeful; without the twelve Songshan Protectors, he would likely still harbor resentment.

As dusk approached and darkness fell, Li Che placed the secret letter in the designated location.

As for the spies planted by the Songshan Sect in the town, there's no need to wait around. Lao Denuo isn't a loyal protector of his master, and there are plenty of ways to make him talk back.

Once out of town, Li Che's horse sped faster and faster, feeling apprehensive as he approached home, his heart yearning to return.

As dusk approached and the bright moon rose, the five peaks of Mount Hua were already visible.

Upon reaching the top of Jade Maiden Peak, one can see from afar that the gate has been renovated, the mottled walls on both sides are no longer visible, and the fallen tiles on the roof have been repaired.

Seeing this, Li Che's lips curled up slightly. The visible change in Hua Shan was gratifying.

In early summer, the cicadas chirped incessantly at night on Mount Hua, and small animals frolicked, but the sound of horses' hooves was drowned out.

As he approached the gate, about to reach out and grasp the brass ring, he heard voices coming from inside the courtyard.

"My parents are too frugal. They only renovated the storefront and the ancestral hall. Just now, while we were eating, I noticed that the legs of the stool that my eighth brother was sitting on had been newly nailed with wooden strips. Three of the four legs were of different lengths, and they kept creaking."

It turns out she's my junior sister.

Then the woman chuckled and said, "That's easy. I'll write home tomorrow and ask my dad to send over a batch of tables and chairs. He's got plenty of money."

Li Che secretly pursed his lips, wondering if Old Huo had sneezed at this moment.

"No way! My parents always say it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality." The woman chuckled. "If Sister Huo really did that, my parents would definitely scold you."

"And you're telling me? I kept practicing the 'White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain' move wrong all day, and my master's wife made me practice it for an extra half hour. Senior Sister Yue, do you think I'm too stupid?"

"Hmm?" Li Che chuckled to himself as he stood outside the door.

Sister Huo and Senior Sister Yue, they call each other by their own names.

The junior sister has finally made it to the top and become the senior sister. No wonder she talks less playfully than usual.

"You've only been a student for a few days. Although you have some basic skills, there are still differences between sword techniques and whip techniques. Take your eighth senior brother for example; it took him three months to master this move."

Also, you need to pay attention to the Hunyuan Gong. Our Huashan Sect uses qi to control swords, unless you're like Li...”

Yue Lingshan paused slightly, then said with a hint of resentment, "Why bring him up? It's been over a month, only a few hundred miles away, and he hasn't even sent a letter. He's just making... Father and Mother worry for nothing."

Huo Shiyu, however, became interested and asked, "Senior Sister Yue, just how skilled is Senior Brother Li in martial arts? How long do you think it would take me to catch up to him?"

"That's hard to say, but my mother said she probably can't beat Senior Brother Li anymore. In our Huashan Sect, only Father and Feng... are likely to be able to defeat him."

Yue Lingshan glanced at her sister beside her, and seeing that she was completely unaware, she thought to herself, "Luckily, I didn't let it slip."

Huo Shiyu nodded thoughtfully, secretly counting the total number of Huashan sword moves on her fingers.

One move every three months, ten moves every thirty months, a hundred moves... my fingers aren't enough.

As she was calculating, something suddenly occurred to her, and her expression tightened. She moved closer to Yue Lingshan.

"Sister Huo, what's wrong?"

"Senior Sister Yue, Senior Brother Li said... said that there are mountain demons and monsters in Mount Hua, and also ghosts, snake spirits, and... even snake spirits that are one green and one white, is that true?"

Yue Lingshan chuckled, "Senior Brother Li is always playing tricks on people. He even claims to know five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future. Don't believe him."

Even so, thinking of Li Shensuan's interpretation of the divination that day, Yue Lingshan suddenly felt a warmth in her palms, along with a slight tingling sensation, and her eyes curved slightly upwards.

"Really?"

"Of course, Mount Hua is a legitimate sect of Taoism, a place of righteousness and virtue. Where would there be any demons or monsters?"

Yue Lingshan patted her chest and assured him, displaying the demeanor of a true senior sister.

Before she could finish speaking, a hoarse voice suddenly came from outside the door: "I heard you wanted to see me? No need for that, I came myself!"

The two women froze instantly.

"ah--!"

"Father, Mother, there really is a ghost—!"

"Master and Mistress—!"

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