Chapter 131 — The Mystic Gate's True Heir
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The two Daoists sat in the middle of the road before the mountain gate. The gate was very broad, and they took up no great space. But if these two could not be driven off, it would be a humiliation beyond bearing. Blocking a gate was not a common thing in the martial world; only a grudge of the deepest blood would drive a man to such a means - to let all the world know that the gate of your sect is blocked by me, to strike at the sect's face, to shave away the sect's confidence, to declare the other's arts not worth a single coin. Such affairs generally ended only in death.
And now the Daoist Sect's old man and youth were blocking the gate of the Kingdom of Jingping itself - blocking the kingdom's face, slapping the kingdom's face, slapping the face of the Jingping Imperial Preceptor, and seeking to destroy the Imperial Preceptor's reform while it blazed with fire and spread like a prairie conflagration! Not far from Shen Mu, a prince in yellow robes said in a low voice: "The Daoist Sect was once the foremost great sect, standing level with the Nether Demon Cult.
Only in recent years has it languished, and it vanished without a trace together with the demon cult, with no word of the Daoist Sect to be heard. Now it appears again, and its first move is no small matter! If the Scholars' Lodge cannot force these two back, I fear that once the two leave, the Daoist Sect will rise in revolt. And should the Daoist Sect revolt, with its prestige.
. .
" Shen Mu looked at the prince and thought: "This man's insight is out of the ordinary. " The prince suddenly felt his gaze, turned his head, and saw him.
His eyes brightened.
He quietly slipped away from the other princes and squeezed up beside Shen Mu. "Cowherd. . .
" The prince's cheeks had a little baby fat.
He smiled and whispered: "Did you really come to the capital to see me? " Shen Mu looked "him" up and down and found the prince oddly familiar. He blurted: "You are.
. . the round, plump Fat Seventh. . . " No sooner had he spoken than it came to him - that "round, plump Fat Seventh Young Lord" was none other than Ling Yuxiu, a girl disguised as a man! At these words the prince flew into a violent rage, snatched a great iron hammer from behind his back, and swung it at Shen Mu!
Shen Mu hastened to change his tune, laughing: "Good sister, I simply didn't recognize you!
Brother Wei, this is the Seventh Princess, Ling Yuxiu. Sister Yuxiu, this is Wei Yong, of the Duke's mansion.
" Ling Yuxiu could not very well smash him dead in front of everyone, so she put the great hammer away.
Wei Yong leapt in fright and muttered inwardly: "Seventh Princess? Where did Brother Shen pick up a Seventh Princess?
Can a girl of the imperial house be touched? You'd lose your head.
. .
They say this Seventh Princess has surpassing talent and great ambition - but why is even her weapon so crude and unbridled? " Shen Mu did not know his thoughts; he looked Ling Yuxiu up and down.
The girl had grown prettier by the day. Disguised as a man though she was, she had a brave, rising, upward-striving spirit, and uncommon bearing. And although she wore a man's clothes, her bosom swelled round and plump just like any other girl's, and she made no effort to hide it.
In the old days at the Barren Ruins, her bosom had not been nearly so plump. Shen Mu caught a familiar fragrance about her, surely the scent of Celestial-Fragrance Silk, and said: "Sister, you've changed in these days apart. When I was at the palace, I nearly failed to recognize you. " Ling Yuxiu's eyes moved; a little shy, she laughed softly: "Where have I changed? " Shen Mu raised a hand and measured beside the top of her head, saying honestly: "Taller than before - taller than me - a bit prettier, and sturdier. The muscles on your face and your bosom.
. . " Ling Yuxiu flew into a rage and kicked him off the cliff. Shen Mu, in midair, felt greatly wronged and muttered peevishly: "I never said she was fat. Why is she angry?