Returnee in Jianghu - C56

By the time he returned to the Cloud Sky Sect, it was already midnight. Even the disciples that practiced martial arts had faces full of exhaustion.

“Follow me.” Chu Junran looked at Tang Ming and Tang Ming looked at Luo Ling soothingly before following him. Gu Han hesitated for a moment before exhorting Luo Ling, “Stay in the room.”

Finishing his words, Gu Han didn’t bother about Luo Ling’s reaction and followed behind him in big strides.

In the grand and ancient hall, Chu Junran dismissed all the disciples. In the bright hall, his expression was unusually cold.

He looked like an evil spirit that had crawled out of hell.

“Speak, why did you hide the matter of the Fleeting Sword Art from me?” Chu Junran had his back facing Tang Ming, so no one could see his expression.

“Disciple …” I have a vague feeling that Master would not be happy if I told him. ” Tang Ming didn’t hide anything.

“You think you can just hide it from me?” Chu Junran turned around and walked towards Tang Ming step by step, “Really?”

“Your disciple has not thought about it yet.” Tang Ming looked at Chu Junran, “It’s just that, when your disciple practices the Fleeting Sword Art, there shouldn’t be…”

“Pa —”

A crisp slap sounded out. Tang Ming was caught off guard as he raised his head to look at Chu Jungran in surprise.

“Evil disciple!” Chu Jungran’s voice was extremely cold, “Do you really think I dare not punish you?”

“Master, I …” Tang Ming opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say.

It had to be said that Tang Ming’s heart was indeed moved by the “Fleeting Sword Art.” Tang Ming had an unusual obsession with swords that was different from ordinary people. Facing the “Fleeting Sword Art” that everyone praised as the “Number One Sword Art in the world”, Tang Ming was like a beggar that had starved for a few days and had seen a huge meal.

Although Tang Ming’s prideful self-control did not make him lose his rationality on the spot, Tang Ming felt that if Hong Ying had really wanted to monopolize the « Fleeting Sword Art », Tang Ming might not have openly let her go.

Previously, Tang Ming had asked Chu Junran about the story of the Fleeting Blade Master, and after that, he had gotten angry. That was the first time in Tang Ming’s memory, and also the only time he had gotten angry at him.

Even though he knew that the Fleeting Blade Master and his master might have a grudge, Tang Ming still practiced the Fleeting Sword Art.

Because Tang Ming knew that Chu Junran treated him very differently, he hid his identity from him along with his own thoughts. As for Chu Junran, who raised Tang Ming, he naturally saw through Tang Ming’s thoughts. Tang Ming lowered his eyes and no longer refuted Chu Junran, “I’m sorry, master.”

Chu Junran was so angry that his chest rose and fell. In the end, he shook his sleeve and pointed at Tang Ming’s acupoints, “Men, bring him to the water prison!”

Gu Han, who was standing at the door, sighed and shot a look at the people behind him. The disciple quickly brought Tang Ming back.

When Tang Ming had completely disappeared from his sight, Chu Junran finally couldn’t take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Han was shocked, “Senior Brother!”

Caught off guard, Chu Junran half knelt on the ground, ivy sprouting from his forehead.

“Senior Brother, are you alright?” Gu Han held onto Chu Junran, but was pushed away, “Don’t worry about me!”

Gu Han couldn’t bear to look at Chu Junran’s sorry appearance and turned his face away, “Senior Brother, calm down.”

“Hur Hur Hur Hur.” Chu Junran stumbled as he stood up, looking at Gu Han, “Calm down, he’s already practiced the < Raging Sword Art >, how can I keep calm?”

“Everyone can practice the Fleeting Sword Art, except for Tang Ming. Do you know what he can do?” Chu Lord seemed to be crying and smiling at the same time.

Looking at his expression, Gu Han couldn’t help but think of the famous fortune-teller from his childhood who had given up his life for Tang Qing and Chu Junran, leaving behind only 12 words.

“A man’s intelligence will definitely hurt, while a man’s heaven will always be jealous of his talent.”

As for Tang Qing and Chu Junran, it was as the fortune-teller had said. Tang Qing had died at an early age in her prime. One of them had suffered a setback and had yet to come out.

In the water prison, after an unknown amount of time, Tang Ming finally gradually opened his eyes.

The environment of the water prison was relatively good. There was no stench or anything strange. Tang Ming couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable when he was thrown into the water prison.

Tang Ming wasn’t unfamiliar with the prison. Although he wasn’t familiar with it, he still followed Martial Uncle to inspect a few “prisoners.” They had more or less committed a heinous crime before being sent to the prison.

Who would have thought that there would be a day he would enter as well.

Tang Ming laughed at himself. He wasn’t worried about his own situation at all.

However, he would probably expel them from his sect.

Tang Ming did not know about the grudge between Chu Junran and the Fleeting Blade Master. However, Tang Ming had a faint premonition that this grudge was more than enough to make Chu Jungran give up on him.

He would probably suffer some physical pain.

Everyone in the water prison had been submerged. Even Tang Ming was no exception. His hands were chained up in the air.

Do you regret it?

Tang Ming lowered his eyes. He felt that he was probably regretting it, but even so, if he were to repeat himself, Tang Ming would most likely still choose to practice the Fleeting Sword Art.

It was autumn, so it was rather cold to soak in water. Other than the sound of water, there was nothing else in the water prison.

Terrifying silence.

On the other side, Luo Ling was walking around in circles. Xu Miao hugged her pillow and said, “Senior Brother, let’s go find eldest senior brother.”

“Senior Martial Brother, where is your sect head now? We can’t not follow the rules to find someone.” Luo Ling scratched his head in annoyance, “Has anything really happened to him?”

“Then we’ll go sneakily.” Xu Miao pulled Luo Ling’s clothes as she smiled strangely.

Luo Ling’s eyes lit up as he matched Xu Miao’s glance. “Good idea!”

Xu Miao was laughing so hard that her canines were bared.

On the way to the main hall, Luo Ling held Xu Miao Miao and took a shortcut. Suddenly, the conversation between the disciples caused Luo Ling to stop in his tracks and cover Xu Miao’s mouth.

“Eldest Brother was sent to the water prison by the Sect Leader? What happened? ”

“That’s right. Eldest Senior Brother is usually the most steady and prudent person. He can remember every single detail of the sect’s rules without missing a single word. How could he possibly commit an act so brazenly and so clearly?”

“This isn’t the matter of the Fleeting Sword Art.”

“The Fleeting Sword Art? Is it that number one sword technique? ”

“Yes, the Sect Leader must have gone crazy in order to achieve something. He actually acted like the Eldest Brother.”

“Just what is going on? Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

“Then I’ll tell you guys, don’t talk about it everywhere. When Eldest Senior Brother went out to gain experience, he was lucky enough to obtain the « Great Swordsmanship ». After the Sect Leader found out, he was envious and wanted Eldest Senior Brother to hand it over.

“Really?”

“It can’t be?”

Xu Miao was about to speak, but Luo Ling stopped her. “Let’s go back.”

After Luo Ling and Xu Miao had left, two figures emerged from the shadows. It was Gu Han and Chu Junran.

“Senior Brother, this is so real …” Gu Han wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Tomorrow, ask your disciple to spread the news everywhere.” Chu Junran looked at Gu Han, “I guarantee that everyone will know of my coveting for the < Raging Sword Art >.”

“Senior apprentice-brother.” Gu Han growled.

“My entire life has been ruined, but not tomorrow.” Chu Junran looked at Gu Han, “I have nothing more to offer. Junior brother, do you understand?”