Song of Adolescence

Chapter 112 Reunited! The White-Robed Wicked Monk

Two people were on the road, travelling at high speed.

One in black, the other wearing green robes. They were Tang Lian and Ye Ruoyi who had recently fled from the Tang Clan. Ye Ruoyi\'s face was pale, her strength obviously unable to keep up anymore, and her pace had slowed down further. Tang Lian glanced at her, his voice a little worried. "Miss Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Ruoyi shook her head. "I’m fine. I…" As soon as she said the words, Ye Ruoyi suddenly fell to her knees.

Tang Lian stopped quickly and reached out to grasp Ye Ruoyi\'s pulse. Although he was not adept at medicine in any big way, he had been following Sikong Changfeng and Tang Lianyue and studied a little. He couldn\'t help but pale in shock. "Why is your pulse like that? It’s a mess!"

Ye Ruoyi managed to force herself to stand. "Can’t stop. They’re coming."

"We’re already here." A cold voice sounded.

Tang Lian snapped his head up, only to see four dark shadows pass by and stop in front of them.

The person in the lead was very familiar to Tang Lian. He was in charge of the Tang Clan Inner House’s Thirty-Six Schools, and was recognised by the Tang Clan to be second only to Tang Lianyue in their generation - Tang Huang.

"Shishu," Tang Lian called in a low voice.

"Come back with me and I will talk to the Grandmaster. He won’t punish you for your crime," Tang Huang said slowly.

After a long silence, Tang Lian shook his head slowly.

Tang Huang frowned slightly. "You intend to betray your martial clan?"

Tang Lian smiled bitterly. "But I happen to have two martial sects."

"But your surname is Tang," Tang Huang said quietly.

"Why must it be like this? Does Tang Clan really want to betray the alliance?" Tang Lian clenched his fists.

Tang Huang sighed. "Tang Lian, this is not something you should think about. The elders have their plans. As disciples of Tang Clan, we just need to know how to obey."

"But what Baili-shifu taught me is that before doing anything, you have to ask your heart first," Tang Lian said slowly.

"Enough," Tang Huang said angrily. "Tang Lian, you have to remember your surname is Tang, the Tang of Tang Clan! From today, you no longer have anything to do with Snow Moon City!"

"Tang Lian," Ye Ruoyi suddenly called out in a low voice.

Tang Lian turned his head and saw Ye Ruoyi, her face pale and her head covered with sweat. But, a faint red light flashed across her hand. Ye Ruoyi whispered, "Tang Lian, hold my hand."

Tang Lian shook his head and said solemnly, "You mustn’t channel your energy. With your current condition, you will die!"

"Tang Lian." Tang Huang took a step forward. "I\'ll give you one last chance. As a disciple, you’ve always been the greatest pride of Tang Clan. I hope you won’t make the wrong choice."

Tang Lian suddenly leaned down, reached out to hug Ye Ruoyi, and looked at Tang Huang coldly. "I will make the right choice."

In an instant, Tang Lian\'s eyes flashed with a light that was sharp as an eagle.

Tang Huang was shocked, and with a light flick of his left hand, three Dragon Beard Needles pierced through the air.

Tang Lian leaped abruptly, passing by Tang Huang\'s side, movement extremely fast. The Tang Clan specialised in hidden weapons and poisoning, but didn\'t make much achievements in lightness skills. Tang Lian\'s skills were passed to him by Snow Moon City’s First Citymaster, Baili Dongjun - Thousand Mile Drunk.

"Stop him," Tang Huang shouted angrily as he turned around.

The three Tang Clan disciples behind him moved at the same time, flashes of silver gleamed on their hands, and the three simultaneously drew the Tang Clan\'s top melee weapon - the fingertip blade.

But they couldn\'t stop Tang Lian’s Thousand Mile Drunk. The figure in black escaped just like this, without any consideration for these three people.

"Now you have seen it. This is the gap between you and Tang Lian." Tang Huang turned around and said in a low voice, "You’re all disciples of the same generation in Tang Clan, but you’re far beneath him."

The three of them didn\'t say a word. They just flicked their sleeves, and three Feather Chasing Arrows took off after Tang Lian.

Tang Huang jumped up and stood on a tree branch, his robes flying, his eyes sharp, and he shouted angrily, "Tang Lian!"

Tang Lian shuddered, and his back prickled with cold sweat.

Tang Huang spread open his right hand slightly, and a flywheel started spinning rapidly in his hand.

The flywheel seizes the soul, Yama takes the life.

Tang Clan hidden weapon - Firewheel.

Could he avoid the full power of the number two expert in the previous generation of Tang Clan? Tang Lian felt coldness in his heart and didn\'t dare to think further, so he whispered to Ye Ruoyi, "Miss Ye, when using the Thousand Mile Drunk technique, my qi can only sustain for a little while more. When the time comes, I will block them, you run ahead as desperately as you can. Your identity is special. Find the nearest military camp and they will protect you."

Tang Huang finally struck out forcefully with his right hand, and the spinning golden flywheel shot through the air. The wind howled, like the crying of a ghost, and the flywheel flew towards Tang Lian.

Tang Lian stood up again, and he could feel the sound of the flywheel spinning closer and closer behind him. He exhaled, exerted the last of his strength, and prepared to throw Ye Ruoyi forward. "Miss Ye, take care!"

Right at that moment, he saw a white shadow flash in front of him, and a person stood behind Tang Lian, long sleeves flying, white robe dancing wildly, looking like a god. He touched his open palms together and an invisible barrier seemed to suddenly appear in front of him, stopping the flywheel abruptly.

"It\'s been a long time since I used this kind of martial arts. Come, let me take a light breath." The white-robed man lowered his head slightly, with a smile on his expression. "Amitabha."

"Buddhist Inner Bell of Prajñā Divine Art?" Tang Huang frowned and said solemnly.

"Hey, isn\'t this da-shixiong from Snow Moon City? How have you been?" The white-robed man turned around and looked at Tang Lian. The man had a handsome face, but his head was completely bald without a blade of grass.

"Wu… Ye Anshi," Tang Lian said in surprise.

Wuxin smiled and said, "When I’m in Outerheaven, I’m Ye Anshi. Since I’ve re-entered the Central Plains, then please call me Wuxin."

"Why are you here?" Tang Lian asked.

Wuxin sighed. "You sound like you don’t want me here. You Snow Moon City people, are you still worried about a little devil head like me? Then I\'ll go, but this little lady, pretty as flower and jade, is going to get killed by them."

Tang Lian returned a wry smile. "Can you act more like a monk? Speak more properly?"

"Amitabha, this little monk has long returned to secular life. Although I am still called Wuxin, I am the Sect Leader of Outerheaven, ah." Wuxin suddenly turned around, looked at Tang Huang and the others, and declared arrogantly, "I\'m very powerful, you know."

Tang Huang sneered. "So, I see, the son of Ye Dingzhi, Sect Leader of the Demonic Cult. Last time, we released you back to Outerheaven. How dare you step back into the Central Plains now?"

"Released me back?" Wuxin smiled, and with a light wave of his hand, the flywheel that was still spinning on the spot flew back suddenly. "With your power?"

Tang Huang took a small leap, but the tree branch under his feet was cut in half. He leaped backwards and landed on the ground.

"Hurry up and run!" Wuxin turned around abruptly, moved his body and shot ahead at full speed.

Tang Lian hurriedly caught up to him and couldn\'t help himself from mocking, "Didn\'t you say you’re very powerful? Why are you running?"

Wuxin shrugged and said casually, "Then what do you want? To kill your shishu?"

Tang Lian shuddered, stopped speaking, and continued forward in silence.