Sitting alone on the back cliff watching the sun set. Ma Jingguo knew that the person next to Cao Wenyan was Mu Dishi, but everyone was telling him that he was wrong. He believed that he was not wrong. He will go to Beixing Sector to confirm it personally.
Coming from behind him was Kuo Ju. She stopped in front of Ma Jingguo. She looked down at him. She said, "Jingguo."
Ma Jingguo turned around and stoop up.
Kuo Ju, "Now is trouble time and our sector need you at your best."
Ma Jingguo, "Shimu, I will try my best."
Kuo Ju, "You know, other than your shifu, no one else is more capable in Jinfeng Sector right now. My two sons are helping the people up north defending the invasion of other ethnic groups." She looked at Ma Jingguo. "Within our sector, there is a secret manual, but your shifu will not practice it."
Ma Jingguo, "What is the manual?"
Kuo Ju, "Many years ago, when the two masters were creating the 'Killer String Manual', they discovered that it was too lethal, but they didn't know that the leader of the demon clan had already created the 'Devil Fist Manual'." She paused and continued. "Both masters are music lovers, and Killer Strings was originally called Soulmate."
Ma Jingguo, "Soulmate…?" Kuo Ju's words reminded Ma Jingguo when he first begging learning the flute melody to helped Mu Dishi practice the Killer String. When he finally realized that the song Mu Dishi taught him was called Soulmate, his heart ached. "How did that music called soulmate become Killer String?"
Kuo Ju, "Because of its tragedy."
At the beginning of the season, a cold breeze blowing in across the Northern atmosphere, and Ji Chujiu rode a horse quickly along the beautiful river. He stopped his horse and bent down to wash his face. Then, when he closed his eyes and listened to the river flowing down the river, he heard the soft guzheng sound. After listening to it for a while, the soft melody blends well with the sound of running water and birdsong. He opened his eyes and walked his horse alongside the riverbank. Then he came to a small pavilion on the other side of the river. He saw a well-dressed man sitting alone playing the guzheng. The man was obsessed with the music, and didn't even notice Ji Chujiu staring at him from the other side of the river bank.
The man on the opposite side made Ji Chujiu very excited. He tied the horse's rein to a rock, picked up the guzheng from his back, and unwrapped his guzheng. He too, began to plucking the guzheng strings.
When Zan Huanming heard the second melody that perfectly blended with his melody, he turned his head to look. His eyes were on a handsome young man, sitting on the other side of the river bank, holding the guqin in his arms. Zan Huanming continued to stroke the guzheng strings.
The two softly combined musical melodies touched the hearts of the two. Both can feel each other's heart rhythm drifting down with the river. Their music speaks a different language that only the two of them can understand.
At the end of the music, Ji Chujiu flew across over the small river and stood in front of the small pavilion. Zan Huanming stood up and walked to Ji Chujiu to greet him.
Zan Huanming, "Xiongtai, please come in."
Ji Chujiu smiled, walked into the small pavilion, and sat across from Zan Huanming. He introducing himself, "I'm Ji Chujiu . Your guzheng melody is hard to express in one word. Listening to the music, I feel that I and the river are merged into one."
Zan Huangming, "Zan Huangming. Thank you for your complement."
Ji Chujiu asked, "Xiongtai, which sector or clan are you from?"
Zan Huangming smiled and said, "I'm just a person who live among the mountains and rivers, and I happen to be able to play the guzheng."
Ji Chujiu , "You are not from the martial arts world?"
Zan Huangming, "No."
Ji Chujiu , "I often walk this way, but I have never seen you."
Zan Huangming smiled and said, "People with fate, regardless of time, location, or occasion, are connected by an invisible fate."
Ji Chujiu asked, "Do you live nearby?"
Zan Huangming, "Yes."
The two men continued to talk until dusk. Ji Chujiu then said goodbye to Zan Huangming. He flew across the small stream back to his horse.
Ji Chujiu turned his head and looked at Zan Huangming. He said, "Xiongtai, goodbye is not forever, goodbye is not the end, just saying that I will miss you until I see you again." He nodded to Zan Huangming. Ji Chujiu jumped on his horse and rode away. He smiled embracing the wind rushing passing his face, when he heard Zan Huangming's music sending him off.
For the next two months, Ji Chujiu will go down the mountain and start composing music with Zan Huangming. For each note, they created a fighting move. Two months later, Ji Chujui and Zan Huangming completed their secret book, which they called 'Soulmate'.
Ji Chujiu looked at Zan Huangming and said, "Huangming, I will not see you in the next few weeks."
Zan Huangming asked, "Why not?"
Ji Chujiu , "In two months, Shaolin will have an annual competition, I will have to practice my martial arts."
Zan Huangming, "I understand. We will meet again."
As soon as Ji Chujiu was out of seclusion, he rode down the mountain road and walked towards the small pavilion. When he arrived at the scene, there was no pavilion. The small pavilion was dug or destroyed and replaced by a large stone. Ji Chujiu has been sitting on the rock until dawn, but Zan Huangming is nowhere to be seen.
Two months later, the air inside Shaolin was fresh, and laughter from different clans and sectors circles inside the small gathered area.
A disciple of Kongdon Sector jumped into the fighting arena. He looked at Ji Chujiu and said, "I would like to get some pointer from Ji-xiong of Jinfeng Sector. I admire your swordsmanship very much."
When Ji Chujiu was fighting against Kongdon disciple, everyone clearly see that Ji Chujiu was at disadvantage. Is either Ji Chujiu skill is poor or his mind is no in the fight because everyone can see that he clear was not concentrating. The Kongdon disciple kicked Ji Chujiu and Ji Chujiu slide all the way almost to the edge of the stage. He heard a soft melody. He looked up and saw that Zan Huangming was sitting cross-legged with the guzheng on his lap on top of a temple roof.
When the music sounded, everyone in the arena looked up at Zan Huangming.
In the surrounding arena, everyone murmured, "Who is that person?"
Ji Chujiu, "Huangming…"
Zan Huangming smiled and said, "You may not know who I am, but I hope you haven't forgotten your so-called Sunset campaign." He grabbed a black bag and threw the bag at the crowd.
One of the men took the bag and opened it. He screamed in shock and threw his head on the ground.
Zan Huangming laughed and said, "This person should be familiar to you. He is your hero, and your spy inside Sunset Sector."
Ning Weibang, leader of Kongdon asked, "Who are you?"
Zan Huangming smiled and said, "Zan Huangming, heir of Sunset Sector."
A martial artist pointed at Zan Huangming, "You are from the demon sector. Your evilness will not win against us."
Zan Huangming, "I will show you how vicious I am. I want to witness how much you like the taste of your own medicine." He stroked the guzheng strings.
Ji Chujiu heard ringing in his ear. He heard Zan Huangming's music. This is the same soft music they created together, but this time it sounds different. Every note hides the killing intent. His heart began to beat faster and faster, until he couldn't control his anger.
Ji Chujiu grabbed the Kongdon disciple's neck and broke his disciple's neck.
Jia Jin, leader Jingfeng Sector shouted, "Chujiu, what are you doing?"
Every strings Zhan Huangming released from his fingertips, he twitched and laughed louder.
Jia Jin jumped onto the stage, trying to stop Li Chujiu. Jia Jin shouted loudly, "Chujiu, stop it…"
Ji Chujiu throw a heavy punches hit the abdomen of Jia Jin, causing him to fall onto the stage. He grabbed his sword and began stabbing Jia Jin.
Other leaders pointed at Ji Chujiu, "How dare you kill your shifu?"
When the leaders lunged at Ji Chujiu, Zan Huangming flew out from the roof of the temple, emitting powerful sound waves of energy, cutting them into two halve. Zan Huangming swung around Ji Chujiu, and released another energy sound wave at the elder monks. His powerful 'Killer String' killed the four elder monks.
Zan Huangming smiled at the other martial artists who didn't dare to stepped onto the stage. He said, "On your knees and live or fight and die."