Chapter 31: The Grand Martial Gathering on the Mount Taihang
Word Number：403
Author：闲穿径竹
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Release Time：2025-06-26
Han Qianye clasped his hands in salute, his expression one of deep respect. “I must say, sir, I had not expected one so young to possess such formidable inner strength. Might I inquire as to your master’s name and your own esteemed title?” The young man returned the gesture with equal courtesy. “I am Ru Bode, a disciple of the Gongshu School. My master is none other than Master Mi, head of our order.” “So, you are a disciple of the famed Gongshu School of the Xi Clan! Well, I must say, seeing you in person far surpasses all the tales I have heard,” Han Qianye remarked, his admiration evident. “Your esteemed order’s ability to turn the tide of battle with nothing but the sound of the fiddle is truly remarkable—an art quite beyond my comprehension.” “And yet”, he continued, a hint of puzzlement creeping into his voice, “I must confess to a certain curiosity. My own training is far from complete, and I lack the insight to understand why, when you played the Xi fiddle, I felt my mind grow clear and my inner strength surge—while the same music seemed to have no effect at all on the soldiers or my two disciples from the Canal Gang.” Ru Bode chuckled and said, “Come now, Master Han, there is no need for such lofty titles—you do me far too much honour. I was merely passing through and thought to lend a tune in your support, nothing more.” A glint of admiration shone in his eyes as he continued, “I have long held the deepest respect for your esteemed ancestor, General Han, the Pillar of the State. If I am not mistaken, the Han family’s sword technique is a rare discipline that tempers both body and mind—an art of the highest calibre. The cultivation of its internal strength, if I recall correctly, must take place at the hour of the rat, when the mind is at its most tranquil and the vital energy of the kidneys is set into motion. As the old adage goes, ‘When the yang returns at its first rising, one must seize the moment, lest the fire be left untended.’” Upon hearing this, Han Qianye felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sweat breaking upon his brow. A troubling thought crept into his mind: “The Gongshu School rarely ventures into Centra
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