ngying heard till here and she felt an unspeakable happiness in her heart. She was hoping she could give Madam Yue a hug right then and express her gratitude. Yingying was thinking it wasn’t in vain that you’ve raised Chong-lang since he was little; from everyone in Huashan, you are the only person who truly understands him. She also thought based on Madam Yue’s words, if Linghu Chong had a chance someday, then he must repay her well for what she just said.

Lin Pingzhi went on, “Your dad snorted and said: ‘It looks like you regret expelling this little kid Linghu Chong from our school.’

Your mother said: ‘He violated the school’s rules, and you carried out our ancestor’s instructions and upheld the school’s principle, so no one can criticise you for this. But your accusation of him turning over to the unorthodox path is already enough, why did you have to wrongly blame him for stealing the sword manual too? Actually you know this much better than me. You know he didn’t take Ping’er’s Evil Resisting Sword Manual.’

Your dad shouted: ‘How would I know? How would I know?'”

Lin Pingzhi’s voice had also become high and acute imitating Yue Buqun’s sharp voice in shouting angrily. In the still and calm night, a sharp cry of an owl was heard frightening Yingying. After a pause, Lin Pingzhi continued, “Your mother slowly said: ‘Of course you know, because you’re the one who took this sword manual.’

Your dad angrily roared: ‘You… You’re saying… I…” But after saying these few words, he stopped. Your mother’s voice was completely tranquil as she said: ‘That day when Chong’er was injured and unconscious, I stemmed his bleeding. At that time, I saw a Buddhist robe on him on which many small words were written, looking like some type of sword art. The second time I replaced his medication, that Buddhist robe had disappeared. At that time, Chong’er was still unconscious. Within that time, there was no else who had entered the room besides the two of us. And I didn’t take that Buddhist robe.'”

Yue Lingshan choked and whimpered, “My dad… my dad…”

Lin Pingzhi said, “Your dad had already tried to interrupt a few times already, but after saying one or two words, he didn’t say anything more. Your mother’s voice gradually got softer and she said: ‘Martial brother, our Huashan School’s swordplay is made by our own school, and the Divine Art of Violet Twilight is an outstanding qigong to fight against other people. Our martial arts reputations have also been well spread in Jianghu, so there’s no need to learn another school’s swordplay. But recently, Zuo Lengchan’s wild ambition has become even more fervent and he wants to annex the four schools. The Huashan School is in your hand. Whatever happens it won’t be annexed by Zuo Lengchan’s hand. Let’s contact Taishan, Heng-Shan, and Hengshan Schools. When the time arrives, the four schools will fight against his school, and I think we’ll have a sixty percent chance of winning. If we didn’t win, then we’ll go out fighting and give our lives at Songshan. When we arrived at the Nine Fountains, we won’t have to be ashamed in front of the Huashan School’s ancestors.'”

Yingying heard till here and she secretly praised, “This Madam Yue really is an upper class heroine, she’s much stronger in spirit compared to her husband.”

Then she heard Yue Lingshan said, “My mother’s words are very reasonable.”

Lin Pingzhi coldly laughed and said, “But at that time your father had already taken my sword manual and had already started practising it. Why would he be willing to listen to Master-Wife’s advice?” He suddenly called her ‘Master-Wife’, showing his true heart that he still had not lost the respect he had for Madam Yue. Then he continued, “Then your father said: ‘What you said is from the point of view of a woman boasting the braveness of her husband. After we’ve given our lives, Huashan School will still be swallowed by Zuo Lengchan. And after we’re dead, it’s not necessary that we’ll still have enough face to see the ancestors of Huashan School.’

Your mother didn’t reply for a long time, then she sighed and said: ‘If you’re really anxious about this and wants to protect our school, then I won’t blame you. But… But practising this Evil Resisting Sword Manual will only bring harm. Otherwise, why did the descendants of the Lin family not learn this sword art and were forced by other people till they have no way out? I advise you to stop practising it before harm comes to you.’

Your father shouted: ‘How did you know I was learning the Evil Resisting Sword Art? You… You… are you spying on me?’

Your mother replied: ‘Why do I need to spy when I already know?’

Your father shouted: ‘Say it, say it!’ He was hissing at the top of his voice. Even though his shout was really loud, he seemed to be rather discouraged.

Your mother said: ‘Everyone already noticed that your voice has completely changed. Couldn’t you feel it yourself?’

Your dad was still denying it: ‘My voice has always been like this.’

Your mother said: ‘Every morning, lots of your beard fall off inside the quilt…’

Your father sharply shouted: ‘You saw it?’ His voice sounded terrified.

Your mother sighed and said: ‘I’ve seen it some time ago but I’ve never said anything. You can fool other people with your glued-on beard, but how can you conceal it from your wife who has shared your pillow for dozens of years already?’

Your father didn’t deny it anymore seeing that everything was exposed. After a long time, he asked: ‘Who else knows of this?’

Your mother answered: ‘No one.’

Your father asked: ‘Shan’er?’

Your mother said: ‘It’s unlikely that she knows.’

Your father said: ‘Then Ping’er naturally doesn’t know then?’

Your mother answered: ‘He doesn’t know.’

Your father said: ‘Alright, I’ll listen to your advice. This Buddhist robe, tomorrow, we’ll think of a way to return it to Pingzhi, and we’ll slowly think of a way to clear Linghu Chong’s name. I won’t study this sword art anymore starting from today.’

Your mother was jubilant and she said: ‘That’s for the best. But this sword art harms people, so how can we let Ping’er take a look at it? It’s best to just destroy it.'”

Yue Lingshan said, “Of course father didn’t agree. If he agreed to destroy this sword manual, then things wouldn’t have come to this.”

“You guessed wrong. Your father said: ‘Very good, I’ll destroy the sword manual immediately!’ I was extremely startled and wanted to say something to stop him. The sword manual belongs to my Lin family, whether it harms people or not, he has no authority to destroy it. At this time, I heard the window creaked open and I hastily pulled my head in. Then I saw a red item which was that Buddhist robe floating down, and the window was closed again. In a moment, that Buddhist robe floated besides me and I tried to grab it but it was outside my reach. At that time, I knew that whether I can avenge my parents or not depended on whether I can grab that Buddhist robe or not. So I disregarded my life and with my right hand I held onto the precipice, and I kicked out with my left feet. I felt the tip of my foot snagging the Buddhist robe and I quickly pulled it in. It was very lucky that I hooked that Buddhist robe in and it didn’t disappear into that bottomless Heavenly Gorge.”

Yingying was captivated listening to his narration. She thought, “The really lucky thing would be if you didn’t manage to hook that Buddhist robe in.”

Yue Lingshan said, “Mother knew Father had tossed that sword manual into the Heavenly Gorge. Actually, father was already familiar with that sword art and the Buddhist robe was of no use to him anymore. But because of this you managed to learn this sword art, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s really Heaven’s will. The gods have arranged everything and they want you to avenge father-in-law and mother-in-law. That… That… That’s very good.”

“But there’s one matter. In the last few days, I’ve been racking my brains but I still don’t understand. How come Zuo Lengchan also knows how to use the Evil Resisting Sword Art?” Yue Lingshan groaned and her voice was indifferent. It was obvious she didn’t care if Zuo Lengchan knew how to use the Evil Resisting Sword Art or not.

Lin Pingzhi said, “You didn’t learn this sword art, so you don’t know its obscurity and cleverness. When Zuo Lengchan and your father fought on top of that place of worship, at the end of the fight, the two of them were using Evil Resisting Sword Art. But Zuo Lengchan’s sword art was completely false, each of his move was deliberately trying to lose to your father. His swordplay foundation is already very high, every time he was in a difficult situation, he quickly changed his move to avoid it, but at the end, he was finally blinded by your father. If… en… If he used Songshan sword art, and he was defeated by your father, then there’s nothing strange about that. Evil Resisting Sword Art is matchless under heaven and the Songshan sword art is a worthy opponent. Zuo Lengchan didn’t castrate himself so he didn’t complete his practise of Evil Resisting Sword Art; this is also not strange. What I don’t understand is, where did Zuo Lengchan learn his Evil Resisting Sword Art from, why was the one he learned was pleasing to the eye but false?” His last few words were said hesitatingly, revealing that he was still thinking deeply about this.

Yingying thought, “There’s nothing to be heard anymore. Zuo Lengchan’s Evil Resisting Sword Art is most likely stolen from my sect. He only learned a few moves, but he didn’t understand this shameless method. Dongfang Bubai’s Evil Resisting Sword Art is much more formidable than Yue Buqun’s. If you had seen it, even if you have three heads working together, you still wouldn’t have worked it out.” She was just about to quietly step back when she suddenly heard the sound of horses’ hooves coming from far away. There were more than twenty horses galloping quickly through the main road coming towards them.