Start to be a martial arts hero from the famous people of Hengshan

Chapter 456 Hengshan Action
"Young Master Linghu!"

Hearing the familiar voice coming from behind him, Linghu Chong was stunned. He turned around and saw his master's wife Ning Zhongze walking towards him.

"Master's wife?"

Linghu Chong was stunned, and said in a daze: "I shouldn't have drunk any alcohol today!"

"Well, I'm sure you haven't drunk today." Lan Fenghuang nodded and said seriously.

"so."

"This is really your master's wife!"

Ning Zhongze walked closer, looked at the child he had personally raised, took out a few red envelopes, gave them to several people one by one, and said gently: "Happy New Year!"

"Thank you very much." Lan Fenghuang, Zu Qianqiu and others took the red envelopes with a confused look on their faces. This was the first time for them to receive New Year's red envelopes since they were young.

"Master's Wife, Happy New Year!" Linghu Chong was moved as he held the red envelope tightly and asked impatiently, "How are you doing? Why did you come to the capital? Isn't Master with you?"

"I'm fine, and Huashan is doing fine too. Your junior sister has married in the capital, so your master and I came here specially to spend the New Year with your junior sister." Ning Zhongze explained calmly.

"Is Junior Sister okay?" Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

Ning Zhongze paused before saying, "Very well, very happy. I love Zanghua very much, and Qingqing takes care of me. Last year, we had twin daughters. Zanghua loved Lingshan, so he named them Ou Ling and Ou Shan."

"Ou Ling. Ou Shan." Linghu Chong repeated it twice, then said with a wry smile, "Senior Brother Ou always takes Junior Sister very seriously."

"Yes! My master, me, and the Huashan Sect have all taken good care of me." Ning Zhongze nodded, and then said, "You guys continue to stroll around! I have to go back to accompany Lingfeng."

"Master's Wife." Linghu Chong wanted to say something, but Ning Zhongze had already turned around and left quickly.

Lan Fenghuang opened the red envelope and said in surprise, "It's actually five taels of silver. Our master's wife is really generous!"

Several others also opened it and took out five taels of silver notes.

Linghu Chong also opened the red envelope and found that his was twenty taels. He was stunned, as if he had thought of something.

Lan Fenghuang took a look and couldn't help but said, "Brother Linghu, our master's wife is really kind to you. You should respect her."

"I know." Linghu Chong looked at the banknotes, smiled with relief and said, "Let's find a place to stay first! Then we can discuss the next itinerary."

"Okay!"

The leaves of the jade-like tree are as neat as scissors, and the flowers of the auspicious tree are not fragrant even though they bloom.

In early January, Hengshan Mountain was shrouded in mist. The branches of every tree were covered with crystal clear ice flowers, one by one, in clusters, so beautiful and elegant.

The crystal icicles hanging on the trees all over the mountain and the ethereal clouds seem to bring people into a poetic and picturesque fantasy.

However, these are the tunes that literati and scholars like. Lu Lianrong just thinks that these ice crystals and rime are troublesome, making it so difficult for him to even go up the mountain.

After finally arriving at the Magu Fairyland, he exhaled, took a short rest, and continued walking along the bluestone path. He finally arrived at the residence of his head senior brother, the Magu Temple.

"Brother, Happy New Year!" Lu Lianrong pushed the door open and saw Mo Da sitting in front of the fireplace, tuning the strings of his guitar. Mo Da looked up at Lu Lianrong and saw him shaking off snowflakes in his own house. He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"hey-hey."

Lu Lianrong came over and sat next to Mo Da, smiling and saying, "It's New Year's Day, and the road up the mountain is covered with ice and snow, but as soon as I received the message from my senior brother, I came here immediately, regardless of any danger!"

"You can wait until the snow melts before coming up." Mo Da shook his head and continued to tune the strings.

"Hey, I'm just afraid that my senior brother will be waiting anxiously!" Lu Lianrong wanted to pat Mo Da, but under the other's indifferent eyes, he smiled awkwardly, picked up two pieces of wood and threw them into the fireplace.

Mo Da ignored the blazing fireplace and asked, "How is the Yanfeng Misty Rain Sword Skill going?"

"Isn't that a simplified version of the Thirteen Forms of Clouds and Mists? I already know it clearly." Lu Lianrong shook his head and said confidently.

"Yanfeng Misty Rain Sword Technique is a sword technique I created based on my experience watching the rainy scene at Yanfeng. It is related to the Thirteen Forms of Hundred Changes and Thousand Illusions of Clouds and Mists, but not much." Mo Da put down his erhu, looked at Lu Lianrong and asked, "Have you practiced it, or not?"

"We practiced, we really practiced!" Lu Lianrong nodded quickly with a serious expression.

"Okay, I believe you."

Mo Da retracted his gaze and continued, "Master Ou revealed that the imperial court intends to lead martial artists to Liaodong. So in the next few decades, Liaodong will have great opportunities. As a major sect in the south, our Hengshan Sect naturally cannot fall behind."

"I plan to take you, Bai Yu, and the disciples of Tiefo Academy and Daming Temple to the north in February after the New Year. As for the sect, Wen Shuang will temporarily take over as the head."

Hearing this, Lu Lianrong asked in surprise, "Brother, are you planning to let Wen Shuang be the next headmaster? Will Junior Brother Liu agree? And what if Junior Brother Ou is also interested?"

Mo Da looked at Lu Lianrong speechlessly. Is this guy brainless?

He now holds the high position of Minister of Rites, and it is only natural for him to enter the cabinet and become a prime minister in the future. How could he possibly covet this small hill?

Lu Lianrong also realized that he had said something stupid, and said with a wry smile: "I am just worried that Junior Brother Liu will have an opinion."

"I will talk to Junior Brother Liu about this matter alone when I pass by the capital, so you don't need to worry about it." Mo Da said calmly: "You just need to contact the others and make preparations for the trip."

Lu Lianrong patted his chest and said, "Okay, please rest assured, I will handle this matter with no problem."

Mo Da nodded and added, "Well, remember to teach your disciples the Yanfeng Misty Rain Sword Technique. It will be useful when you go to Liaodong."

"Okay, I'll teach you when I get down the mountain." Lu Lianrong quickly agreed, feeling depressed. It seemed that he would have to spend a lot of time to familiarize himself with this sword technique.
With Lu Lianrong as a mouthpiece, Tiefo Academy, Daming Temple and Wu Linglong all received the news.

But compared to the other two parties, Wu Linglong was obviously much more depressed. Her Yunlong Sect was raising snakes in Yongzhou, but now she had to travel thousands of miles to Liaodong, a completely unfamiliar place.
She sighed secretly, hoping that as Mr. Mo Da said, there would be great opportunities in Liaodong!

In the blink of an eye, it was early February.

At the foot of Mount Hengshan, Lu Lianrong led his three disciples Zhao Yanpeng, Sun Chenghe, and Jiang Yuan and stood at the front of the team. Behind them were the twelve disciples of Tiefo Academy and the eight martial monks of Daming Temple.

Not long after, Wu Linglong arrived with eighteen disciples of the Yunlong Sect.

Mo Da came out with his disciple Cheng Baiyu. After taking a look at everyone, he said, "Let's go!"

Everyone did not dare to neglect it, and immediately responded and followed.
(End of this chapter)