His heart became increasingly pure.
A few days later, he passed through a small village in Changsha.
The village was bustling with activity. Villagers had gathered in an open space around a woman, and an elder of the village was accusing her of having an affair.
The woman shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. She tried desperately to explain, but her mouth was gagged with a cloth and she couldn't say anything.
Li Boyang watched coldly as he walked past. He knew what fate awaited that woman; in this era, adultery was punishable by being drowned in a pig cage.
However, he did not choose to intervene. Such things happen every moment. Imperial power does not extend to the countryside, and the power of the clan is greater than heaven. You can save one person, but you cannot save the world. That is why revolution is necessary.
A few days later, he entered Changsha, a city in chaos.
The White Lotus Cult has conquered this place, and its fanatical followers are looting everywhere. The entire city has lost its order, and everyone trembles under the White Lotus Cult's tyranny.
Peasant uprisings are like this: lacking organization and discipline, they generally fail to achieve anything significant. Only after killing one White Lotus Sect member with a single punch and kicking three others to death, who had treated him like an easy target, did these guys realize that Li Boyang was not someone to be trifled with.
After safely leaving Changsha, Li Boyang continued his journey north.
Two days later, he encountered bandits who were robbing a caravan of merchants. When he arrived, the bandits were fighting with the caravan's guards.
Li Boyang did not choose to take a detour, but continued straight ahead, causing the bandits to mistake him for a chivalrous knight-errant.
&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;A wonderful misunderstanding, but unfortunately, the bandits died.
The merchant owner didn't even have time to ask Li Boyang's name; he only saw his departing figure. The survivors knelt down as they watched his retreating back, to express their gratitude for saving their lives.
As for Li Boyang, he simply didn't want to take a detour. The bandits misunderstood him and attacked him, so they all died.
The number of displaced people has increased, survival has become increasingly difficult, and the world has fallen into chaos—this is his impression from his journey.
&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;And he seems to be the culprit who caused all of this. Li Boyang does not feel guilty about this. This is the growing pain that must be experienced during the reform.
A few days after leaving Changsha, Li Boyang saw a mountain range stretching for miles, the highest of which was over 1,600 meters above sea level.
This was his destination: Wudang Mountain.
Along the way, he followed the path, clearing mountains and crossing rivers without hesitation or compromise. Li Boyang walked a straight path, which perfectly reflected his spirit of facing the world head-on and forging ahead without fear.
As Wudang Mountain came into view, the shackles on Li Boyang's mind were completely broken.
Human energy is finite, and martial arts training requires utmost dedication and focus. Although I was only dealing with some major strategic issues at Baozhilin, it still took up some of my energy.
Now that he had put everything aside and was pursuing martial arts, he finally understood why Wong Fei-hung was unwilling to come to Po Chi Lam in Guangzhou, just as he himself wanted to leave Po Chi Lam.
Fortunately, Baozhilin's development had become more established, and he no longer needed to be the navigator. As long as the situation in the world developed as he predicted, the Qing Dynasty would inevitably perish in a short period of time.
With Wudang Mountain right in front of him, Li Boyang stepped into the forest without hesitation.
The mountain road at the foot of the mountain is winding and twisting, spiraling upwards. In some places, it is almost vertical, and ordinary people would lose the idea of climbing the mountain just by looking at the terrain.
The roads leading up the mountain in this era are not as well-protected as those in the 21st century. The roads have not only been widened, but also protected by guardrails.
However, these things were nothing to a master of internal energy. He walked on a narrow path that was too narrow for two people to walk side by side. On one side was a steep and strange peak, and on the other side was a precipitous cliff. The stream flowing down the cliff was gradually disappearing.
Just as I reached the halfway point, I experienced the danger, wonder, seclusion, and beauty of Wudang Mountain. The saying that "seventy-two peaks face the main summit and twenty-four streams flow endlessly" is truly well-deserved; it is indeed a scene of immortals.
Continuing up the path along the cliff edge, you first see a cluster of Taoist temples, and then the three large characters of the Wudang Sect plaque come into view. (For the latest chapters, please follow WeChat ID: rdww444)
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Chapter 43 Sun Lutang, the Martial Saint
Just as he was about to step forward to pay a visit, Li Boyang's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Not far from the Taoist temple, on the edge of a cliff covered with slippery moss, three or five Taoist priests were practicing martial arts stances between the cliffs.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that among these three or five Taoist priests was a young boy who looked to be just over ten years old.
The young Taoist boy moved back and forth on the moss-covered cliff face, his wooden sword flashing with a few sword flowers, giving the impression of being as steady as a tortoise and as agile as a serpent.
This is the Wudang Turtle-Snake Sword, and the young Taoist has clearly received its true teachings.
The Wudang sect still possesses genuine martial arts skills, as Li Boyang naturally knew. This training method was equivalent to a life-or-death struggle, but the opponent was not human, but heaven and earth.
Practicing in such a dangerous place, where life is always at risk, requires constant mental tension, just like in a real battle. One must also be extremely careful about controlling one's own strength, because a single mistake could lead to a fall off a cliff and certain death.
From the small details, we can see the profound heritage of Wudang.
After pausing for a while and tidying his clothes slightly, Li Boyang did not linger and walked into the Wudang Sect.
"This believer is also here seeking refuge, please follow me."
Before he could even state his purpose, Li Boyang was welcomed into the Taoist temple by a young man dressed as a Taoist priest. This young Taoist priest had clearly misunderstood him; he had not come to escape disaster, but to discuss art.
&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;It's no wonder, though I tidied my clothes before entering, I did look a bit like a refugee after all the wind and rain I'd been through on the journey.
Upon entering the Taoist temple, Li Boyang noticed many ragged farmers. He then realized why the young Taoist had said that. These people had obviously been forced to flee to Wudang Mountain because of the White Lotus Rebellion and had nowhere else to go.
The young Taoist priest led Li Boyang to a large hall and said, "It's not time to distribute porridge yet, so believers can rest here for a while."
Seeing that the young Taoist priest was about to leave, Li Boyang quickly called him back.
"I think you've misunderstood. I came here to discuss martial arts with the Wudang sect leader because I heard he was skilled in internal martial arts."
"Come with me."