Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 53 Local Chronicles, Sword Light Three Thousand Miles

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Hu Mansion, the main hall.

The smell of backflowing cigarettes is like running water. This fragrance clears up Su Qinian's spirit, and the exhausted mental strength also faintly recovers.

Sure enough, it is a rich family with a scholarly family background. Su Qinian sighed in his heart. Even the incense towers are carefully crafted, a mixture of agarwood and sandalwood. A thousand-year-old store on Wenchang Street in Chang'an, Beijing, offers business in Ningshen Pavilion.

"Young Hero's kindness, the entire Hu family will be deeply grateful for it. This is a mere thank you. Don't dislike the young man. If there is any need in the future, the whole Hu family will definitely do their best and will not hesitate to die!"

Mr. Hu was sitting at the head. He was full of smiles and had a refined demeanor. Now that the calamity has disappeared, he has also recovered a bit of the demeanor of a well-known family. His words are like a spring breeze.

A servant brought a red sandalwood plate covered with a red cloth, and opened it back and forth in front of Su Qinian. It was as big as a baby's fist, and one was as white as snow, with the words " The snowflake silver with four big characters of "Fengtian Chengyun".This is the snow silver issued by the imperial court. It is of good quality, not the kind of silver that circulates among ordinary people, and has a high purchasing power. Now, there are a hundred pieces of this snow silver placed in front of Su Qinian.

Five hundred taels of silver!

This is different from the two hundred taels previously offered by the Hu Mansion, which is more than doubled.

Su Qinian's heart is like a bright mirror, he is a scholar, he naturally understands the other party's ingenuity, this is also the way of life in the world, the world is changing, all kinds of closed doors for holidays, this is just a drizzle.

Without continuing, Su Qinian took out a piece of burnt yellow paper, put it on the tray, looked at Mr. Hu, and said, "Mr. Hu, please read it."

Mr. Hu was slightly stunned. When the servants approached, he grabbed the burnt yellow paper and looked at it. His whole body was shocked and his eyes were fixed.

"Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, Wudang Qingyang Peak has [-] acres of fertile land, the head of the Ling family, Lingyuan Heli, Chixiao calendar [-] years."

Ling Yuanhe, Mr. Hu remembers it clearly, it was an ancestor of the Ling family in Yunyang County more than [-] years ago, and it was also specially confessed by his in-laws before leaving Qingshan Town, together with the [-] acres of fertile land.

"Get out!"

Mr. Hu dismissed several serving servants, then looked at Su Qinian, and said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask the young hero's name, but the lineage of Qingyang Peak has continued."

"Wudang Qingyang Peak, Su Qinian."

When Su Qinian spoke, he was very calm, just looking at Mr. Hu indifferently.

Mr. Hu took a deep breath when he heard the words, and he hesitated. Regarding Wudang Qingyang Peak, although it is far away in the villages and towns of Yunyang County, because of the [-] mu of fertile land, since he took over, he often read some local chronicles of Yunyang County , and even the local chronicles of Shiyan Prefecture published by the entire Shiyan Prefecture, he also understands that there should be seventy-two veins on Wudang Mountain, the only major town in Shiyan Prefecture, but all the veins are incomplete. Up to now, there are only twenty-seven veins left. And the [-] acres of fertile land he took over, more than [-] years ago, belonged to one of the seventy-two lines that had been cut off, the private land of the Qingyang Peak line.

The vicissitudes of life, the passage of time, five hundred years are enough to annihilate everything. Mr. Hu did not expect that after more than five hundred years, the line of Qingyang Peak would be continued again. He couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart. Shanyu, as a big family in a village, has in-laws who opened up trade routes in Yunyang County, and his family also has one or two caravans that travel across the county. Mr. Hu also understands some truths. In the entire Yunyang County, there are Wudang Zhuang. Feng has a lot of private property, even involving cloth shops, Wenbao shops, Lu Chenhang, etc. Many shops are on the business roads, and all kinds of transactions are more or less inevitable. Naturally, we can detect this secret some wrestling.

Years of sophistication in the world, the world's climate is cold and warm. Looking at it, Mr. Hu thought of many things. Qingyang Peak continued, Wudang did not announce to the world, the various sects, and even the court's Ministry of Rites did not send envoys to congratulate the reopening of the mountain gate, which is enough to explain something Dongxi, although his Hu family has some prestige and meager property in Jiuligang, and even the entire Qingshan Town, compared with Wudang, it is nothing compared to a big town like Wudang. If he intervenes rashly, it is difficult for Mr. Hu to judge the disaster.

But thinking of the little grandson in the backyard, who was still unconscious at this time, his immature body was weak in various ways, and his five internal organs were exhausted, so Mr. Hu became hesitant.

Seeing this, Su Qinian didn't bother to urge him, the lights in the main hall were flickering and then still, the air was somewhat stagnant.

After half a stick of incense, Mr. Hu was sweating on his forehead in this cold winter, and fine beads of sweat rolled down. He finally took a long breath, looked at Su Qinian, and said, "The Hu family took over the ten The nine mu of fertile land is true, and the young hero can take it away, but the young hero has a great favor with me in the Hu family. Although the Hu family is not a wealthy family, it has been a scholar of the past dynasties. It has learned the principles of sages and sages. Heart, reason, I need Shaoxia to give me a reason for the Hu family."

After pondering for a while, Su Qinian nodded and said, "You want a reason, fine."

Clang!

A cyan knife light bloomed and magnified in front of Mr. Hu's eyes, as if a sun hung high in the sky for nine days, shining all over the place, revealing every inch of the depths of the soul, and purifying all evil and darkness. After this, nothing is better Hidden, everything in the world has been seen through, the water is gurgling in front of me, and the sound of the long river of fate is still there.

After a long time, Mr. Hu came back to his senses, and his spirit was shaken. His eyes were bright, his temperament became more rounded and transparent, and the pupils that were a little muddy due to the annual rings of the years became pure and clear again, free from impurities. disappear.

"It's from the lineage of Qingyang Peak, the legendary "Sword of Death"."

"Exactly."

Su Qinian nodded, his complexion was slightly pale, the mental power he had just recovered was consumed again, and his qi and blood also dropped a lot. With his current cultivation base, it is still a little bit reluctant to perform such a first-class saber technique. Blood Spirit, with all his strength to attack, most of the time, he could barely make three strikes.

"Okay!" Mr. Hu nodded solemnly, "After today, if Qingyang Peak needs something, the Hu family will do their best."

Regarding the "Xiu Ming Dao", a lost sword technique that has been almost forgotten by the world, Mr. Hu once had a glimpse in the local chronicles of Shiyan Prefecture.

More than seven hundred and seventy years ago, the real master of Qingyang Peak did not cultivate the "Qingyang Sword" of Zhenfeng, and a "Xiu Ming Dao" was in his hands to obey the fate of the heavens. , he was sitting on Qingyang Peak in Wudang, and suddenly he slashed out with a knife. The light of the knife traversed three thousand miles, illuminating the entire night, and chopped a demon king from Beihai hidden in Zhuxi County in the state to pieces, and his soul flew away.

……

Next, the host and guest had a good time, and Su Qinian was not too polite. In the next family banquet, Mr. Hu prepared wolf broth. Up to now, his "Turtle and Snake Art" has reached the seventh level, and the skin, tendons, The bone and marrow were tempered to the end, and the wolf broth entered the stomach, and was quickly absorbed and refined by the body.

Three hours later, he walked out of the guest room of the Hu Mansion. Su Qinian looked into the distance, the orange-red sunlight was pure, he swung his knife against the rising sun, his eyes were fixed, the sunlight seemed to be absorbed by his pupils, although the battle yesterday was only a brief fight, Later, the little monk called Mingjue had a duel with the unknown scholar, but it benefited him a lot.

Su Qinian deeply felt his own superficiality when it came to the timing, location, and even the way of taking advantage of the situation. The outcome of the battle is hard to predict.

Practicing swords, posing, and finishing morning exercises, Su Qinian got up to say goodbye after having breakfast in the main hall.

"Su Shaoxia, please accept it, the little grandson hopes to take care of it."

Mr. Hu handed over a package, Su Qinian was not polite, he took it, he was mentally sharp, he naturally knew what was inside, the little boy was possessed by evil spirits, his internal organs were all decayed, ordinary medicine stones could not be saved, Su Qinian felt that at most he had half a month left to live, even if he went back to the mountain this time and exhausted everything in the package, Su Qinian could not be sure whether there was a glimmer of life.

An hour passed, and after walking more than ten miles away from Qingshan Town, Su Qinian stopped and said calmly, "Your Excellency should show up after following Su Mou for ten miles." , looking for new book friends to click to add to the bookshelf collection)

(End of this chapter)