Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 106 Brother, take the sword! (7.526k short chapter!)
Southeast of Fenghuang Peak and north of Shiman Peak.

The southern view of Shengguan Peak in Songshan is a cliff, and the eastern view is a ridge. Looking from below, it is steep and rugged. Climbing to the top, it is at the southern end of Songshan. It is misty and soaring into the sky, with misty mountains all around.

The Songshan School of the Five Mountains is located here.

Fei Bin and Le Hou rushed to the Central Plains in fear all the way, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain along the imperial road, and took in the beautiful scenery of Songyang.

Seeing the majestic and grand gate of Songshan Sect and the solemn guard of swords and spears, the fear in their hearts disappeared immediately. This was the confidence given to them by the sect.

"Um?!"

From the tower at the gate of Mount Song, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out among the mountains.

An extremely tall and thin old man jumped down from the high wall in a few steps. Fei Bin and Le Hou, who had come up from the bottom of the mountain, flicked their sleeves and walked towards the old man in two steps at a time.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

It turned out to be Lu Bai, the famous Crane Hand of Songshan.

"Two junior brothers, where are the others?"

Seeing how miserable they were, Lu Bai had a bad feeling.

"Oh!" Le Hou sighed.

Fei Bin's whiskers twitched. "The disciples we brought down from Songshan, dozens of experts from Jiujiang, and even Senior Brother Gao all died in Hengzhou. We couldn't even bring back their bodies."

Lu Bai's pupils shrank when he heard this. He was not sad about his fellow apprentice's tragic death, but his expression became even more shocked.

"If Junior Brother Lu Lianrong hadn't rescued us, we wouldn't have had the chance to return to Songshan this time."

Lu Bai was puzzled. "You just went to Hengshan Sect, how did you end up like this? Can Hengshan Sect attack you in groups?"

Fei Bin showed disdain: "Hengshan Sect doesn't have that ability."

"Demon cult." Le Hou at the side uttered these two words in a muffled voice.

"Let's go and see Senior Brother Zuo." When Lu Bai heard that it was the Demon Cult, he stopped asking questions and waited for the decision from Alliance Leader Zuo.

"it is good!"

The three of them walked quickly through the majestic Alliance Leader's Hall and came to the gate of the training room with a bronze ring with a beast head hanging on it.

"come in."

Before they could greet them, a firm voice came from the inner room. The black-clothed disciples on both sides of the gate saluted the three guards, then pulled the copper ring and opened the thick door.

The room is hot and dry,

The firewood exploded and crackled in the flames. The iron kettle was suspended above the flames by an iron chain on the roof beam. The water was boiling with a rumbling sound, and the spout of the kettle kept emitting waves of hot white steam.

The firelight illuminated the domineering and ferocious tiger-skin carpet. A large man in a black robe sat with his back to the three people, on the left side of a large sword in its scabbard.

The sword guard was raised three points above the scabbard, and the cold light that occasionally flickered due to the firelight illuminated the eyes of the three guards.

"Senior Brother Zuo!"

"Ah."

"Why are you walking so fast?" the voice was extremely calm.

Le Hou and Fei Bin looked at each other. They knew Alliance Leader Zuo's temper very well, so they took a step forward and supplemented each other, telling each other everything they had seen and heard when they went south.

Zuo Lengchan didn't take any action after hearing their words and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. On the contrary, Lu Bai's expression changed continuously. He really didn't expect that they would encounter so many setbacks when going south.

About two cups of tea passed before he gave a general account of the matter.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan turned around.

He had a square face, a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and a dignified look. His eyes were dark and deep, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, but they only revealed a little bit of sharpness, which was probably better than the cold light of the sword at his side.

"Good good!"

He even said hello three times and laughed: "My Five Mountains Sword Sect is really full of talents, what a great guy to have Mr. Xiaoxiang Yeyu Mo Da."

"I thought he would retreat again and again, but I didn't expect him to make the decision to strike first. Mo Da deserves my respect. In addition to Yue Buqun, there is now another Mo Da."

"interesting."

"What are you going to do, brother?"

Zuo Lengchan said, "I will write a letter. Please arrange for someone to deliver it to Mr. Mo Da, asking him to retrieve Junior Brother Gao's body and send it to the Songshan Sect. The Songshan Taibao should be buried at Shengguan Peak. I also want to see which expert of the Demon Sect caused Junior Brother Gao's fatal injury. I will definitely take revenge one day."

"Junior Brother Gao is in Hengzhou Prefecture, fighting demons and defending the Way. If Mo Da can't even meet this little request, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to explain to me at the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting."

"Not bad!"

Lu Bai said hello, and then asked, "Does Hengzhou Prefecture need to send anyone else?"

"No, according to what my two junior brothers said, since Hengzhou Prefecture has a large number of demon sect masters heading south, let them fight among themselves. On the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, I will test Mo Da's attitude again. After several decades, he has suddenly changed so much that I am very surprised."

Speaking of this, Zuo Lengchan's eyes became dim.

"Yang Lianting is currently fighting with several elders of the Wind and Thunder Hall at the Black Wood Cliff. Now is a good opportunity for us."

"Huashan, Hengshan, and Taishan... all need to be arranged one by one."

"Yes!" The three guards responded in unison.

"Someone still needs to keep an eye on Hengyang City," Zuo Lengchan suddenly said, "Junior Brother Lu, send a letter to Junior Brother Lu and invite him to Songshan to listen to the opera."

"Senior Brother Zuo," Lu Bai frowned, "Since Liu Zhengfeng can stand with Mo Da, I'm afraid Lu Lianrong can't be trusted easily."

Both Le Hou and Fei Bin wanted to speak, but hesitated.

"Hahaha!"

Zuo Lengchan suddenly smiled domineeringly, and his voice shook the flames:

"Lu Lianrong is extremely dissatisfied with Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng, so it is impossible for him to be so close to them. He has not been able to hide this from me."

"This person is talented but ambitious, and he thinks he is smart, but he is just the right person for me to use."

Le Hou then replied, "Senior Brother Zuo is very good at judging people."

"When Lu Lianrong saved me, he fought hard with the fast sword master of the Demon Sect. It couldn't be faked."

Zuo Lengchan nodded and tried to comfort the two of them, "I was inconsiderate when I nearly killed you two when I went south this time. You two should take a good rest in the sect and gather your strength. When the time is right, our Songshan Sect will definitely regain its reputation."

Le Hou and Fei Bin felt a little embarrassed, after all, things went wrong.

Fei Bin recalled Zuo Lengchan's instructions and said, "Brother, we have met Mo Da's new disciple Zhao Rong. He is completely different from what was said in the letter."

"This boy is unremarkable. Even if he has some talent, it is hard for him to catch the eye of Senior Brother."

Le Hou also said: "The rumors are ridiculous. They are just a publicity stunt by Hengshan to gain fame."

“So that’s how it is,” Zuo Lengchan said softly, not taking it too seriously.

As the leader of the Five Mountains and a great man in the martial arts world, even the Hengshan Sect was nothing special in his eyes. For him to mention the name of a fourteenth-generation disciple was a sign of great respect.

However, most of the rumors in the martial arts world are false. The masters of Songshan have seen and heard about all the affairs in the martial arts world and are already accustomed to them.

Zuo Lengchan was confident that he would not misjudge Lu Lianrong, so how could he believe that his two junior fellow apprentices would be deceived by a little boy?
The three guards went out to do some business and left the training room.

The busiest one is Lu Bai.

The people invited to Songshan to listen to the opera this time included not only Lu Lianrong, but also Yu Jizi, Yu Qingzi and Yu Yinzi from the Taishan School.

All three of them are uncles of Tianmen Taoist, the head of Taishan Sect.

Different from the Taoist priest Tianmen who hates evil and has a strong character, these three people are usually addicted to wine and women, and are eyeing the position of the leader. They are indeed the most ideal targets for the Songshan Sect to win over.

Lu Bai was delivering the message while preparing wine, meat and women.
In the training room, Zuo Lengchan continued to practice martial arts. Staring at the dancing flames, he suddenly raised his hand and shot out an extremely cold frosty white mist.

It’s the icy true energy!

"Chichichi!"

The raging fire in the furnace was completely extinguished, and billowing steam rolled up around the iron kettle. Zuo Lengchan waved his sleeves, and a sinister look appeared on his face.

……

Inside the Cangjian Pavilion.

The young master of Hengshan clasped his hands together and summoned a continuous frosty air. Ice floes appeared on the water surface. The young master of Hengshan looked at the bowl of iced mung bean soup with a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

In recent days, he has been obsessed with practicing sword skills, often until late at night.

I always have dry mouth and a lot of heat in my body, so I use this thing to reduce the heat.

An Zhien, who is good at pharmacology, marveled at it.

The eldest brother's frosty martial arts is simply a must-have skill for killing and arson, at home and traveling.

A few days ago, he asked Zhao Rong for advice out of envy, but he gave up after practicing for a few days.

Not only was he shivering all over from the cold, he also had dreams of falling into an ice cellar late at night, and ended up with pain in his meridians and stagnation of his qi, let alone the ability to cultivate even a ray of cold air.

It's really a torturous job.

It can be seen that Zhao Rong is very skilled in this skill and even applies it to food and soup.

It is even harder to imagine how enjoyable it would be for the senior brother to eat a piece of iced cold melon on a hot summer day.

"I have checked their injuries. As long as they don't overexert themselves, ordinary training will not cause any harm. Only Junior Brother Qin needs to rest now."

Seeing that he was greedy, Zhao Rong also handed An Zhien a bowl of iced mung bean soup.

"Thank you, senior brother," An Zhien took it with a smile.

"I noticed that they were a little obsessed with sword practice. Since you understand the principles of medicine and you practice sword with them, you should keep an eye on them. I will select a group of people to go east to Ji'an Prefecture in seven days. Don't be listless by then."

An Zhien said, "My fellow disciples heard that we were going to Longquan, so they stepped up their training. They didn't want to tarnish the reputation of our sect."

This intention was not wrong after all.

After a while, Quan Ziju, Cheng Mingyi and others also came to Cangjian Pavilion.

Knowing that the disciples of the other two lineages were eager to practice, Zhao Rong had sent the disciples of the head sect's lineage out to do some work these days.

The elite members of the evil cult in Hengzhou Prefecture were wiped out, but there are still some remnants.

These people are extremely difficult to find when they are on the move.

Unexpectedly, after the Hengshan Sect announced that it would join forces with Songshan to fight against the evil cults around the provincial capital and fought a great battle with them, many people in the martial arts world took spontaneous action and actually found several bases of the evil cults.

The Hengshan Sect's spies outside have collected information. The martial artists in the west of the city have come to the Tongfu Inn to discuss the matter. Some subordinate forces have also reported to the higher authorities.
From some clues of murder and robbery, the Hengshan School successively wiped out two groups of thieves.

Nearly ten people were killed, and it was said that dozens were killed, which greatly stimulated the military men in Hengzhou.

The evil cultists are not fools either.
They suffered a series of defeats in Hengzhou Prefecture, and as reinforcements had not yet arrived, the criminals had already withdrawn from Hengzhou Prefecture one after another.

Qu Feiyan taught Zhao Rong how to identify the common contact marks used by the Demon Cult. With Zhao Rong's instruction, the leader of the Hengshan Sect successfully captured the Demon Cult's spies, and thus intercepted an order from the Deputy Incense Master of the Fenglei Hall to withdraw from the vicinity of Hengyang.

The Songshan Sect made great efforts, and the losses in the Battle of Baimazhuang shocked these outposts of the evil cult.

"Brother, the Demon Cult has temporarily retreated. What should we do next?" Quan Ziju asked.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "There must be spies from the Songshan Sect in Hengyang. We can't let them see that we are too safe."

"No matter where the Demon Cult retreats to, every few days we will send a group of disciples out of the city to go for a walk and patrol, and then find a secluded place to practice swordplay with each other, and come back after fighting until they are exhausted and their clothes are in disarray."

"It is also said that Master Mo has not been seen for many days and is fighting with the masters of the Demon Sect."

"Anyway, we hear from people every now and then that the situation in Hengzhou is tense. Both our Hengshan Sect and the Demon Sect have suffered losses, but we have always been in the upper hand. Don't let the warriors in Hengzhou look down on us."

"This is a simple thing!" Quan Ziju was very unfamiliar with these things at first, but Zhao Rong really taught him step by step, and now he is becoming more and more proficient.

After explaining the matters within the sect, Zhao Rong rode his horse to the foot of the Five Gods Peak.

I have had some feelings while practicing sword these days and always wanted to come here to take a look.

In the past seven days, Zhao Rong came to the foot of the mountain three times and climbed to the top of Tianzhu Peak once.

The Hengshan School has arranged to have regular staff in plain clothes stationed in the post station to keep an eye on martial artists passing through the north of Hengyang and to gather information.

Secondly, he was responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks for the young leader of Hengshan, such as looking after the bone-penetrating dragons in the stable and preparing porridge and rice for food.

This is actually a very good job, and you can often get some guidance from the young master.

When Zhao Ronglin returned to Cangjian Pavilion in the evening, Mr. Mo Da, who had been enduring for nearly twenty days, was quite tired, but there was a proud smile on his old face.

"Mission accomplished!" Mr. Mo Da's voice was powerful, like a knife carving on a stone wall.

"Master, you have worked hard!"

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, "The sudden rain hasn't stopped yet, and the dragon is stunning again!"

"From now on, our Hengshan Sect will carry on the tradition from bottom to top, and the seven swords will return to their positions. Master's actions this time will have a far-reaching impact on Hengshan and will have lasting significance. Disciples from generation to generation will remember your kindness!"

"Purple clouds on two stones, rain falling on fairy rocks, green hills, golden tablets and white horses!"

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, "I think we should use Master's name to name them the Three Swords of Night Rain and the Four Swords of Xiaoxiang, collectively known as the Seven Swords of Hengshan."

"Hahaha!"

Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard and laughed loudly because of Zhao Rong's praise. He was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece, but he stared at his apprentice and sighed softly.

"What's this Xiaoxiang Sword or Night Rain Sword? You kid, why are you so ashamed of your master?"

"If I were really capable, I would have created these seven swords long ago. Why would I have to wait until you entered the sect and went up the mountain?"

"Swordsmanship was created by our predecessors. I just sorted it out, patched it up, and finally made it possible to put what I learned to use. What depends on heaven is hard to determine, but what depends on man is easy to know. The one who makes the plan is not the teacher, and the one who makes the plan is up to you."

Mr. Mo Da sneered, "Why would I need the Xiaoxiang Sword or the Night Rain Sword? Do you think that I am a master who seeks fame and reputation?"

Zhao Rong laughed and saw that his master sincerely did not want to accept this great achievement, so he did not force him.

Also ask:
"When is the best time to learn this fast sword technique of the dragon changing hands?"

Mr. Mo Da thought for a moment and said, "Except for the luck method and a few sword moves, the Hengshan basic sword moves and the reduced Huifeng Luoyan sword method are the foundation of these four quick swords."

"The learners need to deeply study the basic Hengshan sword moves and be proficient in the Huifeng Luoyan sword moves. Only by combining them with the luck method can they learn quickly and orderly."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel happy.

Judging from these points alone, many old inner gates can be satisfied.

They don't understand the essence of the Huifeng Luoyan Sword, but they are definitely familiar with the moves.

Mr. Mo Da also gave an example, "If you ask your disciple Qiao Yun, who is at the level 3 swordsman, to practice this skill, it will definitely be very easy to master. She has kept the sword in the sheath for many years, and now she finally has a good sword."

"These four quick swords are most suitable for disciples like Qiao Yun, and they are also the fastest to improve."

The old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "Mingyi, Songfeng and the others are a little inferior, but given time, they can all become the best among the fourteenth generation disciples."

Hearing him say this, Zhao Rong suddenly became interested.

"Master, now that these four quick swords are perfect, do you recommend that I learn them?"

Mr. Mo Da frowned, thinking that he had been studying the sword manual for many days without asking Zhao Rong about his homework, so he said, "Just like that day, use the magic sword style to stab me with a sword." "Okay."

Zhao Rong drew out his sword and stabbed out as his master instructed.

After reading it, Mr. Mo Da was silent for several seconds.

Suddenly asked: "Have you been to Wushen Peak recently?"

"Yes."

"Go more often and practice more."

"The four dragons are fast."

Mo Da glared at him and asked, "Why are you learning it?"

Zhao Rong thought, 'Why did the master suddenly become so fierce? Could it be that my progress has been very slow recently and he is not satisfied, so he told me not to be indecisive?'

He shook his head and talked about the teaching of the Youlong Kuaijian and the Sword-Forging Villa.

Mo Da told him not to worry while looking towards the Hengshan Ancestral Temple.

It seemed that I saw thick smoke billowing.

Mr. Mo Da said that he would first teach these four sword techniques to senior inner disciples such as Feng Qiaoyun, and then to others. As for the Sword Forging Villa, he would wait until the people from the Qiu family in Longquan, Ji'an arrived.

It seemed that everything that delayed Zhao Rong's sword practice was wrong.

"Disciple will definitely work hard and will not slack off."

"Well," the old man was satisfied.

After dealing with the sword manual, he suddenly asked, "Where is the talented girl you mentioned?"

"She is at Tongfu Inn."

……

The next day, the young master of Hengshan, who was strictly instructed by his master, rode his horse to the foot of the Five Gods Peak again.

There are still nearly twenty days before the alliance meeting of the three major mountain villas in Longquan. Before that, Zhao Rong will practice sword at the top of Tianzhu Peak for a few days and wait for the Qiu family to arrive in Hengyang.

The meals were still delivered from the post station.

On the third night of Zhao Rong's sword-training retreat, Mr. Mo Da came to Tongfu Inn under the cover of darkness.

He naturally knew the relationship between this inn and Zhao Rong.

The little girl practicing sword in the backyard was also easy for him to find, but after taking a closer look and seeing the girl's appearance clearly, Mr. Mo Da suddenly wanted to avoid her.

Two people I don't like very much flashed through my mind.

Although I shouldn't attach my opinion of these two people to a little girl, as the leader of a sect, I am well aware of the hidden dangers.

If Mo Da was still the same Mo Da as before, he would definitely stay away and retreat quietly.

But just when he wanted to turn around,

The image of a young man holding up a sword with a smile flashed through my mind again.

There was a hint of doting in the old man's eyes, but he shook his head helplessly, and had to pass by the back door of the courtyard with his huqin in hand like a down-and-out old man performing arts.

"Being a master and a disciple is inseparable from fate. I passed by her door, so we met. If this kid ignored me, we would have missed each other. This way, I can respect my good disciple and give him an explanation."

Mr. Mo Da was calculating, and had tried his best to use his lifelong singing experience to appear ordinary.

did not expect.
Before he reached the door, the little girl who was practicing sword in the inner room ran over with a sword in hand.

"Hello, Grandpa Mo."

She saluted with her sword and spoke very sweetly.

Mr. Mo Da had no expression on his face and only asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"I don't recognize him. I've never seen him before," Qu Feiyan shook her head slightly, "but Brother Rong said that the old man walking by the backyard door with a huqin in his hand was Mr. Mo Da, the number one master of the Hengshan School."

"Tell me not to miss this opportunity to meet you, otherwise I will never see Mr. Mo Da again."

Mr. Mo Da's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but look towards the direction of the Five Gods Peak.

In the cave of Tianzhu Peak, Zhao Rong suddenly sneezed.

Mr. Mo Da looked at the little girl with a faint smile and a slightly mischievous face, and couldn't help but think of Zhao Rong.

Suddenly I felt like it was a bit like
His expression softened a little, "Is your last name Qu?"

Mo Da thought: "If you deceive me, it's not meant to be."

Qu Feiyan said:
"My original surname was Qu, but Brother Rong said that in front of Mr. Mo Da, I have to be Zhao Feiyan. So, Feifei should be surnamed Zhao now."

Mr. Mo Da glared in the direction of the Five Gods Peak.

He asked again: "Do you understand music?"

"If you don't understand the rhythm of music, then you are not qualified for our sect's Zhenyue Jue, and you will have no chance to succeed."

however,
Qu Feiyan suddenly stood on tiptoe and took down a small pipa from the shelf next to the stable.

She plucked the four strings of the pipa, humming the lyrics with a sobbing voice that sounded like she was complaining.

"The bamboos on both banks are wet, and waves are formed overnight. I sleep alone under the tent with a lamp, and the river rain makes the sound behind the tent. Travelers from the south and the north listen to the same sound but have different feelings."

This is Xue Xuan's "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang".

After one song, the strings turned three or two times, and then there was another sad tune.
"The morning sun is setting, the frost is still shallow, and the spring is coming back. The immortal is drunk and asks where the spring is. Spring is in the Jade East and West. The Yaotai. People do not grow old, and they still come from the East Wall to walk on the steps of heaven."

This is Zhou Zizi's "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang".

Although he knew that the two little foxes were setting a trap for him, Mr. Mo Da was still slightly fascinated by what they were saying.

Sometimes, a person's words can be deceiving, but her music cannot.

In the two songs of Xiaoxiang Night Rain, Mo Da actually heard the sadness of life, the difficulty of dreaming of rivers and lakes, and the floating duckweed and weeds. The sadness in it was not on the surface, but was deep in the heart, and was present everywhere.

This was actually played by a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old.

Mr. Mo Da stroked his frosty beard and couldn't help but sigh.
That's all, that's all.
"Have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"

"I have practiced before," Qu Feiyan put down the pipa, "I practiced the Crane Sword for more than a month and twenty-seven days."

Mo Da nodded slightly, obviously knowing this sword technique, "Show it to me."

Qu Feiyan followed his instructions and used the Crane Sword from beginning to end. She couldn't make the crane flap its wings and fly like Zhao Rong, but she looked like a crane. That's why a certain junior leader complained that her sword was "flashy but not practical".

But Mo Da knew that this was how swordsmanship was supposed to be.

In less than two months, I have already grasped the essence.

The old man's eyes lit up slightly, and he went through all the disciples of the sect in his mind.

Apart from the young master of Hengshan, there is no one else who has such talent.

Only then did I realize that what Zhao Rong said about "quite talented" was finally true.

"Did you really only practice for more than a month and twenty-seven days?" Mo Da doubted.

Qu Feiyan glanced at Mo Da cautiously and said, "A few more hours, today is not over yet."

Mo Da believed this was true and started to test and teach him some martial arts knowledge.

This is the girl's strong point. She can concentrate and talk about the outline of meridians, qi and blood, the taboos of qi circulation, the deduction of acupoints and time, and even some miscellaneous talks on pharmacology and weapons, and the martial arts of major sects.

These foundations are much deeper than those of Zhao Rong back then.

Mr. Mo Da was more and more surprised, and told her to mobilize her inner strength to strike with the sword with all her strength.

The little girl's level of internal strength naturally cannot be compared with that of the young master, but compared with people of the same age, she is definitely a top genius.

this.
Mo Da let out a sigh of relief.

No wonder she dared to talk about the "Master Sister". If it weren't for that extraordinary disciple, there would really be a slight possibility.

He was a straightforward person, and he stopped being shy and asked directly:
"Would you like to become your teacher?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to hear these words.

She has experienced the dangers of the world and her mind has developed early, which is completely different from the ordinary innocent children.

Seeing the old man's sincere face, I knew how important this decision was.

He was deeply moved and knelt down to become the master, kowtowed three times in a row.

"Fei Fei greets the Master!"

Mr. Mo Da seemed to sense the revelation given by the Hengshan ancestors, just like when he accepted the young master as his disciple, a sense of pleasure flashed through his heart.

"Get up quickly," the old man smiled when he looked at the little girl again.

This is his youngest disciple.

"Master, Feifei, kowtow to you three more times. Grandpa doesn't want me anymore. You are as kind as my grandpa."

"Hahaha" Mo laughed and pulled her up.

He joked:

"No matter how many times you kowtow, you are still a junior sister. There is only one generation of senior brother, and you cannot be the senior sister."

"With your talent, you are more than qualified to be a personal disciple, but after I accepted your eldest brother, I gave up the idea of ​​accepting a second personal disciple. Do you feel wronged to be an inner disciple?"

"Fei Fei is not wronged. It is the Master who accepted me as his disciple that is wronged."

Qu Feiyan's words seemed to have touched Mo Da. The old man's eyes were deep and he didn't say anything else.

"When you walk in the inner sect in the future, you don't have to put yourself in a difficult position. You can continue to use Qu Feiyan and you don't have to change your name."

"No no no,"

Qu Feiyan was slightly nervous, and quickly waved her hands and shook her head:

"Master, my name is Zhao Feiyan."

……

The sun is warm, the grass is lush, and the oriole is singing in front of the forest, seeking friends. The willow branches are swaying with golden threads, and the flower stamens are like brocade.

The sun was not high yet, and Zhao Rong, who had been in seclusion for six days, was descending from the Tianshan Mountains.

His hair was inevitably a little messy, but every time he practiced sword in seclusion, it always made him lose some of the dust and return to nature, blending in with the vast mountain scenery and hanging down in the falling fog and rain.

We walked down the mountain fog, stepped on the stones and peaks, crossed the rapid stream, and felt a special kind of generosity in our hearts.

He gained something from this sword-training retreat.

But there are many regrets,

He had recently brought a long sword from the sect and had it hanging on his waist, but when he was climbing down the mountain, the sword and its scabbard rolled down the cliff and could not be found even if he tried to find it.

This is really strange.

I wanted to stay for two more days, but this time I had to leave the peak early.

When he reached halfway down the mountain, Zhao Rong suddenly saw a figure in the distance, sitting cross-legged on a large rock on a mountain path. A mountain breeze blew from nowhere.

The sound of "ding ding" bells echoed through the mountains.

I thought he was a traveler on the mountain, but when I got closer through the fog, I found that he looked familiar.

The fog becomes lighter as we get closer.
Zhao Rong saw it clearly and thought to himself, "magical."

She was wearing a lake blue gown that fluttered in the wind. She had stood up when she saw Zhao Rong coming down the mountain. The girl's face was beautiful in the mist, her hair was flying in the mountain breeze, her eyes were blinking, and she looked more heroic than before.

She had a sword hanging from her waist and stood tall on a boulder.

"Brother! Long time no see,"

"It's good"

When she saw this extraordinary young man, Qiu Mengyin's eyes lit up and she was secretly surprised.

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister." Zhao Rong smiled and jumped to the big rock next to Qiu Mengyin.

"Why are you waiting here, Junior Sister?"

"I received a letter from the Third Master, and learned that Senior Brother would take over the Sword Forging Villa. My father and brother were in the villa and it was difficult for them to escape, so Meng Yin immediately asked to make this trip. When I passed by the post station and saw Senior Brother's horse, I guessed that Senior Brother was here."

"Later, we learned that we were from the Qiu Family Villa. Someone at the post station secretly told me that my senior brother was at the top of the mountain."

"I rested at the post station last night."

"We just climbed the mountain not long ago, and I didn't expect that my brother would come down the mountain."

"I see."

Zhao Rong sighed, "I was practicing swordplay in seclusion, and my sword suddenly fell off a cliff, so I came down the mountain."

"I think the sword knew that Junior Sister was here, and couldn't bear to see you wait for too long, so it jumped off the cliff to tell you."

He smiled heartily, "This way, I won't have any regrets about losing my sword."

Qiu Mengyin looked at Zhao Rong's waist when she heard this.
Most of the martial artists in Hengzhou Prefecture had heard of the name of Tianshan Phantom Sword, so it was not surprising that Zhao Rong practiced sword at Tianzhu Peak.

The weird thing is.
At this time, his waist was empty. Just as he said, the sword had fallen off the cliff.

Qiu Mengyin's bright eyes suddenly showed surprise:
"Brother!"

"I don't think your sword can bear my waiting any longer, but the famous sword of my Sword Forging Villa is eager to recognize its master!"

She picked up a sword box with a small wind chime on it from a big rock.

Qiu Mengyin opened the sword case, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"When will the wild geese come? The three-foot-long autumn water. Now that I have acquired the sword energy, I will cut through the evil fog in the mountains, the green moss and the withered ancient trees, the dark clouds and the distant autumn water."

"Brother, take the sword!"

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(End of this chapter)