Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 113: Still Holding the Pipa and Half Covering Her Face (8.144k)
"It is said that the Tianyu official road is surrounded by steep mountains and pools of water that are azure blue."

"The fifth brother and the female thief were both soaked by the torrent. They held onto a piece of broken wood and went straight from Qingbi Creek to the beach mouth of the Ganjiang River tributary. Surrounded by water on all sides, they stood alone on an island."

"Only the clear water and white sand can be seen, and seagulls gather in groups"

"The long sword was lost in the rolling waves, and the seagulls flew up in surprise, their wings rustling. At this time..."

"Hehe, Fifth Brother and the female thief are looking at each other!"

"..."

The sound of "oh oh oh" rang out in the teahouse, and the Jianghu gu ke smiled awkwardly, thinking that the moment when Lu Songfeng and the female thief made eye contact was more attractive than the moment when Qing Cen's sword killed the leader of the Demon Sect.
Ta-da-da, the sound of horse hooves sounded again.

The Hengshan disciples headed towards the mountain gate, laughing all the way.

"If Dr. Tea sees us, he will definitely tell us in detail about Brother Lu and the female thief," said a fellow apprentice from the Liu residence with a look of regret.

"Brother Lu conquered the female thief and made her reform, which is a good story."

Aigen smiled, "All the junior brothers love Junior Brother Lu the only one. In Dr. Cha's mouth, we are only interested in fighting and killing, but Junior Brother Lu has a lot of love."

"Yes, what a preference!"

Some fellow apprentices also started to make a noise and asked, "If there really is such a female thief, what would Senior Brother Lu do?"

Lu Songfeng had already greeted Quan Ziju several times, and he laughed and scolded:
"Of course I'll marry her and make her my wife."

"Otherwise, I will be letting down Junior Brother Quan's kindness~!"

At the end, he actually gritted his teeth.

"Brother," Lu Songfeng said to Zhao Rong, "I will pass on this newly-practiced Xianyan Sword to you, Junior Brother Quan!"

“It should be.”

Zhao Rong smiled, but was afraid that they would really make a fuss. "People in the martial arts world are deliberately mysterious and exaggerate to attract attention. Junior Brother Quan must know his limits."

Lu Songfeng nodded, he understood this principle.

It was just that his fellow disciples made fun of him. Everyone returned from Longquan in high spirits, so they had to keep up the good spirits so as not to spoil the fun for their fellow disciples.
"Big Brother!"

"My fellow brothers and sisters!"

Soon, they returned to the sect’s headquarters.

Not only the closed disciples in front of the mountain gate, but also all the fellow disciples in the sect who heard the noise came out to greet them.

The trip to Longquan was fruitful, and with more people than others, there was not even one injured.

Along the way, they talked about Longquan. The disciples who had not been there asked a lot of questions, and the disciples who had been there talked about it incessantly. It was naturally lively.

Especially Aigencai,

When his fellow students heard about his big success, they all gave him a thumbs up.

Everyone shouted, "Senior Brother Ai is so awesome!"

As for the eldest senior brother soloing Shang Sufeng?

The Taibao were driven back to Songshan, and the Dian Cang twin swords fled to Dali in defeat.
Isn't that normal?

The core disciples of Hengshan seemed to have adapted to the young master's extraordinary talent, and gradually began to feel that "Shouldn't my Hengshan sect's eldest brother be so strong?"

Most of Hengshan’s disciples are good at art, have rich emotions, and naturally have a stronger ability to accept things.

We came back in a hurry today, so we'll just have a quick bite to eat in the evening and celebrate another day.

After playing around with Lu Songfeng for a while, Quan Ziju immediately came to Cangjian Pavilion.

Zhao Rong was still eating. In his bowl was the shiny, greasy roasted goose with bamboo shoots left over from the kitchen.

Quan Ziju was already used to it. He sat down and sorted out the thick collection book that looked like an account book.

News came from below that Quan Ziju would reorganize it and then find someone to verify its authenticity.

If it was just a rumor or something he heard through a wall, he would mark it.

Zhao Rong first asked him to collect intelligence, but the regulations only gave a general idea.

When it came to Quan Ziju's hands, the matter became more and more detailed.

He didn't care about the young master eating. He quickly picked out the most important news from various places in Hengzhou Prefecture and told them to Zhao Rong one by one.

Soon he said:
"Brother, Uncle Lu went to Songshan to listen to an opera."

Zhao Rong paused for a moment.
"I think it has something to do with the Five Mountains Alliance. Uncle Lu is going to hold a small alliance meeting now, and we will hold the big meeting after the leaders of the Five Mountains arrive."

Quan Ziju is no longer the Hengshan disciple who knew nothing.

"Leader Zuo wants to merge the sects, but the leaders of the various sects will not agree," he said bitterly, "I'm afraid the Songshan Sect will do something like the Shajiao Island."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Don't worry too much."

"Leader Zuo is extremely ambitious. I'm sure there are more places like Shajiao Island than just our Hengyang. From the people sent by Songshan Sect, we can tell that he is not targeting just our sect."

With this division of forces, the pressure on the Hengshan faction was naturally greatly reduced.

Quan Ziju understood what this meant and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If the Songshan Sect targeted the Hengshan Sect with all its strength, it would be unable to resist at this moment.

But he was puzzled, "Brother, how could a man as shrewd as Master Zuo act like this?"

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly. "I don't really understand it either. I just have a guess."

"Oh?"

"The Songshan Sect under the leadership of Alliance Leader Zuo is firmly ranked first among the Five Mountains. Its strength is far stronger than the other four sects. There is no second voice in the sect. It is not surprising that some of them are arrogant and conceited."

"He feels that he can defeat the four sects at the same time and has great confidence in the strength of the Songshan Sect."

Quan Ziju heard this and made a comparison in secret.

If we only have the Thirteen Guardians on the surface, it will definitely not be enough.

But the endless stream of underworld masters is indeed an astonishing force.

There are eight internal moves and nine external moves in Songshan sword technique. These seventeen moves include all kinds of lengths, speeds and speeds.

The disciples of Songshan are generally stronger than the disciples of other sects, and their number almost exceeds the total of all the sects.

He, the Left Alliance Leader, is the number one person in the Five Mountains, and his strength far exceeds that of the leaders of other sects.

Quan Ziju took a breath of cold air.

Zhao Rong looked at him and felt a little sad.

If there hadn't been any unexpected interference, Zuo Lengchan would have been able to unify the Five Mountains if he had attacked each sect at the same time.

He then spoke to the Hengshan intelligence chief and said:
"Now the righteous sects and the evil sects are fighting each other, and the martial arts world is in chaos. If the evil sects move in full force, even if the Five Mountains Sword Sects join forces with all their strength, we will still not be their opponent."

"Shaolin and Wudang have a strong foundation and are the leaders of the righteous path. If they resist together, the righteous alliance will be stronger than the evil sect."

"However, Shaolin and Wudang are sitting on the mountain watching the fight, and the Five Mountains leader's faction is in Songshan with Shaolin. Leader Zuo is very ambitious and has to rely on the Shaolin abbot on the surface, so he has no choice but to push the Five Mountains Sword Sect in front of the Demon Cult."

"The other four of us have no choice but to obey the orders of our leader and get involved in the dispute."

These speculations made Quan Ziju immediately indignant.

I clenched my fists in anger.

Then he sighed and unclenched his fist.

"My Hengshan Sect cannot change the situation in the martial arts world. We can only become duckweed floating on the waves."

"No wonder Master doesn't ask about worldly matters and always talks about sadness. I guess he has already seen through the general situation of the martial arts world."

Quan Ziju could understand Mr. Mo Da's difficulties, and even felt a little sympathy for Lu Lianrong who "defected" to Songshan.

Zhao Rong spat out a bone and patted Quan Ziju on the shoulder.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Quan Ziju hummed, "According to what Senior Brother said, the internal strife at Blackwood Cliff right now is indeed a good opportunity for Alliance Leader Zuo."

"The Demon Sect doesn't put pressure on us. If we quickly attack the other four sects, by the time Shaolin and Wudang react, the Five Mountains will have already been merged. Besides, this is the Five Mountains' family affair. Without sufficient reasons in a hurry, Shaolin and Wudang can't intervene to save face."

Zhao Rong looked relieved.

“That’s probably the reason.”

"Even Shaolin and Wudang would be wary of someone as ambitious and capable as Zuo Lengchan."

"Once he completes the merger, no matter how many casualties each sect will suffer, as long as Blackwood Cliff continues to fight among itself, he will be able to use the foundations of the other four sects to develop rapidly like the Songshan Sect."

"By then, it will no longer be just the Central Plains. The hometowns of the Qin and Han dynasties, Yanzhao, Qilu, and Xiaoxiang will all be the hotbeds of the Songshan School."

"Given time, the Five Mountains Sect will be able to fulfill Zuo Lengchan's ambition."

Zhao Rong talked a little too much and some guesses came out of his mouth.

But Quan Ziju needs to know this,
From Shajiao Island to Baimazhuang, Zhao Rong gradually recognized his abilities. As the new intelligence chief of Hengshan Sect, if he had a narrow vision and one-sided cognition, he would find it difficult to be sensitive to some information.

For Quan Ziju, knowing the general situation of the martial arts world was by no means a happy thing at this time.

For a moment, I felt heavy-hearted and everything seemed dark before my eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of the various changes in the Hengshan School.

Yes!

The current Hengshan Sect is no longer divided into three branches!
Quan Ziju's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Zhao Rong beside him, "Big Brother..."

He didn't say the next words.

Zhao Rong had put down the bowl, the clouds on his face dissipated, revealing a smile, "We, the Hengshan disciples, are determined to make progress and move forward courageously."

"When a big wave comes, just raise your sword and cut it down."

"Why worry, Junior Brother?"

"Picking duckweed has no roots, picking lotus has seeds. I would rather die as a lotus flower than live as a duckweed."

"If I am buried under the waves, I will be sad to the end and ask the master to play Xiaoxiang Night Rain again."

The heavy atmosphere was broken in an instant and Quan Ziju started laughing.

Suddenly, he was slightly stunned.

Because a plaintive and tearful melody really sounded from the back of the roof of Cangjian Pavilion.

If it’s not Xiaoxiang Night Rain, then what is it?
Zhao Rong knew that his master was here, so he joked, "How about it, Master also agrees, right?"

Quan Ziju whispered: "There may be sadness in music, but there is no sadness under the sword."

"I have confidence in my brother."

Zhao Rong laughed and corrected him, "You should have confidence in your fellow brothers and sisters."

"That's natural,"

Quan Ziju responded and handed the intelligence book in his hand, which looked like an account book, to Zhao Rong.

He explained on the side.

Some are messages output to the outside, and some are messages collected from the outside.

For example, Quan Ziju only wrote a paragraph about Lu Songfeng and the female thief, and left the rest to the imagination of the people in the world.

Zhao Rong even saw stories related to himself.

Junior Brother Quan was considerate enough and arranged a beautiful female knight for her, who sounded much better than a female thief.

"Junior brother, you don't have to arrange my relationship."

"it is good,"

Quan Ziju scratched his head and said, "I haven't announced it yet. I just want to confuse the people in Songshan so that they can't receive accurate information."

“If Master Zuo got a bunch of messy letters, he would probably throw them aside.”

"Then it will be safer for Senior Brother to attend the Five Mountains Alliance."

Zhao Rong understood his intentions and whispered:

"The closer it gets to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the more you need to watch out for pigeons flying out."

Quan Ziju looked at him dimly, "Brother, I understand."

"Well, what's the matter with these two heroes of Mobei?" Zhao Rong saw that the information recorded above was incomplete.

"They intercepted and killed a group of cavalry in the Nanchang Prefecture area. Seven or eight people died. It seems that this was not an ordinary robbery."

"The leader of the horse team was a woman in her early thirties. She came to visit the mountain gate and said that her husband knew my senior brother. She wanted to tell him an important news in person, but my senior brother happened to go to Longquan."

"I asked her to leave a message, but she was very cautious and didn't want to reveal anything. She just said she wanted to see you."

"She was carrying a Huajia sword. Not many people in the martial arts world use this weapon. I guess it's related to the Kongtong Sect's Huajia Sect."

Zhao Rong thought about it and had no impression. "Where is he?"

"I went back to Yongzhou."

"She said she would come to visit you again when you come back."

It is more than 200 miles from Hengyang to Yongzhou, which is not far.

"Nanchang Prefecture is adjacent to Raozhou Prefecture. It may be related to the Raozhou Demon Cult. Send someone to deliver the message immediately."

Zhao Rong added, "Also keep an eye on the Mobei duo. These two thieves are from the fringe of the Demon Cult and have great skills. I heard they like to eat people and are very brutal."

"If you go south to my Hengzhou Prefecture, you must find a chance to bury them."

"it is good,"

Quan Ziju immediately said, "I'll arrange for someone to go right away."

He turned around and left in a hurry.

Zhao Rong looked at the latest intelligence again. Hengzhou Prefecture was actually very peaceful. Although there were some small roaming forces around, the battle at Baimazhuang had frightened many villains.

The apparent chaos was just a false signal sent by the Hengshan School to Songshan.

Quan Ziju did an excellent job in this regard.

After Mr. Mo Da finished playing the song "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang", he came to Zhao Rong with a gust of sad wind.

"When did Master return to the mountain gate?"

Zhao Rong smiled and bowed in greeting.

"We arrived one day earlier than you. In less than three months, we will set out for Songshan. What plans do you have, Arong?"

There was a hint of worry in Mo Da's eyes.

"Of course I will go," Zhao Rong said calmly, "Master, although Songshan is a dangerous place, we have to choose the right time."

"With the Five Mountains Sect leaders gathered together, Zuo Lengchan wanted to maintain his dignity, but also fantasized about reaching an agreement with the leaders of each sect. In this way, the Five Mountains Sect would have a group of masters to serve him, and it would be easier for him to grow and develop."

"This won't be a Hongmen Banquet."

"Disciple will take this opportunity to witness the Five Mountains Sword Technique."

Mo Da stared at him, "It doesn't matter whether it's a good banquet or a bad banquet, you have to know the limits."

"After all, we are in Songshan. If you suddenly show off your skills, even if Zuo Lengchan didn't take you seriously before, he will be very afraid of you."

"damn it,"

Mo Da suddenly cursed, "He is a villain who can turn against us in public. As soon as we step down the mountain, he will come to kill us in black clothes and mask."

"Master hates him, but his martial arts are indeed better than those of the leaders of various sects."

Zhao Rong said solemnly, "Master, I am not such a tactless person."

"Since you are the senior brother of Hengshan, I will fight hard and defeat some second-generation disciples to honor you. If there are seniors who want to instruct me, then of course I will be 'no match'."

"It doesn't matter whether you have face or not," Mr. Mo Da said with an insincere smile.

Then he changed the subject and said, "Zuo Lengchan asked me to send Gao Kexin's body over."

"You wish,"

Zhao Rong sneered, "Master, don't bother. Sending the body now will only give you a handle."

"On the day of the Five Mountains Alliance, we will hold a jar of ashes and find a few junior brothers who can play the suona to mourn for Uncle Gao all the way up the mountain."

"Everyone knows that Uncle Gao died fighting the Demon Cult, and Alliance Leader Zuo naturally disintegrated."

"Hahaha!" Mr. Mo Da clapped his hands on his erhu and laughed, "Well, Zuo Lengchan really needs to be dealt with by another evildoer."

"I, the teacher, would never have thought of such a bad idea."

The young master curled his lips and asked, "Are you praising me?"

Then he asked with a smile,

"Master, when will you teach me the Thirteen Forms of Clouds and Mists?"

Mo Da, who was still laughing just now, suddenly looked serious. He touched his sleeve and said, "Use a magic sword move, let me see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Shui came out of its sheath.

Zhao Rong used all his strength and suddenly thrust out a flash of sword light.

It seemed that after the battle with Shang Sufeng, this move of the phantom sword had a sense of elusiveness and fantasy.
Mr. Mo Da's eyelids twitched several times, and he couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look in the direction of the ancestral temple.

He murmured:
"The Thirteen Forms of Hundred Changes and Thousand Illusions Clouds and Mists come from the Illusion Sword Form. Your Illusion Sword is still a little short of perfection."

When he said this, the open-minded Mr. Mo Da felt a little guilty.

But he continued with a straight face, "It's not a good time to learn now."

"Practice more."

"Yes!"

The young master's face fell slightly, and a hint of disappointment appeared.

After returning victoriously from Longquan, he was still a little bit complacent, but now all that was suppressed by two words from his master.

Yes, if I were standing in front of Dongfang Bubai at this moment, how many moves could I take?

Master is right, you need to practice more!

Then he said to Mr. Mo Da, "I will rest for a few days, and then go to Tianzhu Peak to practice sword in seclusion."

"Good," Mr. Mo Da's eyes lit up, and then he lowered his eyelids. Zhao Rong said goodbye and prepared to go back to Zhaojiawu.

Looking at his back, Mr. Mo Da suddenly walked back and forth in the pavilion in front of Cangjian Pavilion.

"It's different again,"

"It's like a dream, this is the Purple Cover Sword Force, which is very different from the sharpness of the Sky Pillar Cloud Qi."

"My great-grandmaster said that the essence of the Five Divine Swords is the ever-changing power. The Phantom Sword Style can serve as the foundation for my good disciple to develop his power."

He couldn't help but sigh, "What a comprehension."

Mr. Mo Da seemed to have appreciated the extraordinary style of the Hengshan ancestors when they created the Five Divine Swords.

He drew out his huqin and thrust his sword twice.
This sword is faster than Zhao Rong's sword, but it doesn't have the feeling of Zhao Rong's stabbing sword.

The Huifeng Luoyan Sword was able to stop many Hengshan disciples. The gap between them was so huge.

Mr. Mo Da stood on the Huifeng Luoyan Sword and the Yunwu Thirteen Styles and looked up again, but he saw a chasm that could stop him in his tracks in an instant.

That's even more despairing!

Without the talent, you won’t be able to capture the charm or even the shape of this natural barrier, let alone its spirit.

If there is any sword move in one of the five divine swords, you can learn it.

The Thousand Swords that can refine the Five Divine Swords to their ultimate form, and the majestic power of the Thousand Swords that come out at the same time, can only be preserved in the dusty records of successive masters in the corner of the Sword Pavilion.

When Mr. Mo Da saw this, he was unwilling to teach the Thirteen Cloud and Mist Styles.

This type of sword technique evolved from the Phantom Sword Style. It already has its own form and is very mature.

The sword path of Zhao Rong's phantom sword was originally a blank sheet of paper, where one could let his imagination run wild and all kinds of forces were there.

The Thirteen Forms of Cloud and Mist is like a drop of ink on white paper. The solidified moves will only restrict its hands and feet.

For most people, the more moves the better.

Zhao Rong even figured out the Ice Mist Phantom Sword, but the old man didn't think that the Thirteen Styles of Cloud and Mist was stronger than the strange Ice Mist Phantom Sword.

Mr. Mo Da walked down the Cangjian Pavilion, smiled all the way through the Yunwu Hall, and came to the ancestral temple to burn incense.

"The Thirteen Forms of Clouds and Mists were created by a forefather who performed for money. I am also a performer of music, so we are a perfect match."

"But why should my disciple follow my old path?"

Mr. Mo Da inserted three large incense sticks into the incense burner and suppressed a smile.

An old voice sounded in the ancestral hall:

"Master, uncle-master, great-grandmaster, great-grandmaster, and all the predecessors of the Hengshan Sect."

"Please bless me."

"Please bless Ah Rong to grow up safely and become the leader of the Hengshan School's swordsmanship!"

……

……

When Zhao Rong rode back to Zhaojiawu on horseback, it was just past midnight and his grandfather Zhao Fu was still awake.

I was very happy to see my grandson come back.

They talked about Longquan until late at night.

The next day, Zhao Rong did not go anywhere. He stayed at home and helped his grandfather weave fishing nets. His skills were a little rusty, but after tinkering with it for a while, he regained his memory.

During the day, many villagers came to say hello, and even more people came to see the horses.

The tougu dragon did not need Zhao Rong's care, and many people vied to give it fresh grass.

In the evening, Zhao Fu smiled kindly and said, "Let's go to the inn. Feifei has visited me several times during the days you were away from home."

"Always bring me food and drink."

"It's okay," Zhao Rong joked casually, "I begged Master for a long time before Master accepted her as his disciple. Feifei is my junior sister now. It's only natural for her to come visit you when I'm not at home."

"is it?"

Zhao Fu's wrinkled face was covered with a smile, "She is smart and clever. Are Mr. Mo Da's requirements for accepting a disciple that high?"

"I can't help it. Since accepting my grandson as my disciple, Master's vision has become higher."

Zhao Rong was boasting, half true and half false, and his grandfather couldn't help laughing when he saw him.

I had a steamed sea bass with oil in the evening. It had few bones and tasted delicious.

As night fell, Zhao Rong rode to Tongfu Inn on horseback.

The lights of the inn can be seen from a distance.

The bone-penetrating dragon knew the way and walked towards the backyard.

It stopped in front of the stable, waited for Zhao Rong to get off the horse, and then went into the stable itself.

Automatically stop the horse.

Although this guy was smart, Zhao Rong didn't dare to let him go and tied the reins anyway.

I just heard the sound of swords waving in the backyard, but when I got closer, the sound disappeared.

suddenly!

Just as Zhao Rong was tying the reins, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the second-floor window.

That was the room where he slept in the inn.

I saw a figure in white jumping down with a sword in hand!

Zhao Rong was stunned at first, then he drew his sword without any strength and used the Hengshan School's Seventy-two Green Peaks to attack her.

There was a sound of swords clashing, clang clang clang.

After thirty moves, Zhao Rong's long sword dodged the opponent's thin sword and hovered in front of the white neck.

The outcome is decided!

Zhao Rong felt amused when he saw the green veil covering the white-clothed man's face fluttering in the evening breeze.

He straightened his expression and asked in a cold voice:
"who are you?"

"Hmph!" A clear voice came out in a suppressed voice, "I will not change my name, I am the disciple of the Left Alliance Leader of Songshan, Zhao Yan'er!"

Zhao Rong almost couldn't hold it in and asked hurriedly,

"Where's the little girl upstairs?"

"That little girl?" The man in white said arrogantly, "I don't accept my defeat. Let's fight again. I'll tell you if you win."

Zhao Rong took a few steps back and motioned for her to take the sword.

"The Eternal Human Dragon!"

A clear and ethereal voice called out the Songshan School's sword moves. Zhao Rong exchanged another twenty moves with her, feeling a little surprised.

With a slight force on his hands, multiple sword lights were released.

When the man in white saw this, he immediately stood still obediently.

The three-foot-long autumn water stopped at her throat again.

"Are you convinced of your defeat?"

"Yes," she was heard saying again, "but I have killed that little girl."

"How about it?"

A pair of extremely smart eyes swept towards Zhao Rong to see his reaction.

Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if two streaks of cold air were flying out at an angle, which was even more frightening than the light of the Autumn Water Blade.

When those bright eyes saw this, instead of being afraid, they showed joy.

She immediately raised her hand and took off the veil on her face, revealing her lovely little face.

He pinched Zhao Rong's sleeves with both hands and shook them back and forth.

"Big Brother, your little sister is alive again."

"Hey, are you happy?"

The coldness in Zhao Rong's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the Autumn Water Sword returned to its sheath at some point, but his face was full of mockery.

You are quite good at playing
"Zhao Yan'er? Disciple of Alliance Leader Zuo?"

Qu Feiyan laughed several times and was extremely happy to see Zhao Rong come back. She ignored his questions and instead took the Autumn Water Sword from his hand, praising it repeatedly, saying "What a good sword!"

"Brother Rong always said that the Songshan Sect likes to dress up as men in black, so I'll try dressing up as one too."

"They are men in black, you should at least wear night clothes."

"I heard the sound of horse hooves, but it was too late to change."

Zhao Rong was surprised. Seeing her serious expression, it seemed that she really meant it.

"Has the master ever looked for you?"

"I looked for it yesterday," Qu Feiyan said with a smile, "Master tested my sword skills and said that my entry-level sword skills have improved a lot and praised me for my good practice."

"Didn't you say anything else?"

Qu Feiyan shook her head, "No."

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, but he also praised the little girl's swordsmanship, "She has indeed improved. She can take all the moves I give her."

"I have long seen that you have a talent for practicing my Hengshan swordsmanship."

"but."

“Practice more!”

"Oh" the little girl stuck out her tongue and smiled again, not taking the senior brother's authority too seriously.

"Master, did you say when to take you into the mountain gate?"

"I told you," Qu Feiyan pointed at him, "to let me go back with you."

"Then let's do it tomorrow."

Sooner or later, I will meet my fellow disciples.

"By the way, have you seen grandpa recently?"

"Yes," Qu Feiyan thought about returning to the mountain gate base, and after hearing what Zhao Rong said, she turned around and replied, "I went to Zhaojiawu to see grandpa several times, and he was very happy."

"It's not the fishing grandpa, it's the musician grandpa."

"No," the little girl's voice sounded slightly frustrated, but not unhappy.

Because she knew that grandpa must be very pleased at this moment.

It is even more clear how much difficulty Mr. Mo Da has in this matter. After all, not everyone is like Mr. Liu Sanye who only seeks success in life.

"The brothers and sisters in the sect are all very good. They will like you."

These words made her feel a little timid, and her hands couldn't help but tug at the hem of her skirt: "Brother Rong, I'm worried that I can't fit in."

Zhao Rong understood her concerns and did not explain.

He just smiled casually and said, "It's simple, just bring your pipa."

That night, Zhao Rong talked a lot about Longquan to satisfy her curiosity.

Especially after hearing Aigen's explosion, the little girl showed an eagerness to try.

The next morning.

Qu Feiyan pulled out another horse from the stable. Zhao Rong slowed down and led her back to the mountain gate.

The inn will be temporarily handed over to Lu Gui, Bao Budian and others.

Tongfu Inn has been linked to Quan Ziju and has become the intelligence branch of the Hengshan Sect near the west city pier.

There are a lot of gangsters here, and they spread news very quickly.

Especially when talking about the Qingcen Sword, the Shuangshi Sword and other stories about the Hengshan swordsman and the Demon Cult, the inn couldn't even sell enough wine.

Once these martial artists spread the news, many other people in the martial arts world knew about it.

Zhao Rong had mentioned this to his fellow students earlier.

All the disciples knew that Mr. Mo Da had accepted a new disciple.

When he led Qu Feiyan into the mountain gate, he attracted many enthusiastic looks from his fellow disciples.

There were many disciples practicing sword skills at Tingfengtai, and their eyes were sweeping over him one after another.

"Big Brother,"

"Little junior sister!"

The voice calling "Junior Sister" was obviously louder.

No matter from which aspect you look at it, the little junior sister is much cuter than the little master.

The young leader is easy to get along with, but he is always dignified.

This little sister is different.

The twelve-year-old girl had a pair of big, bright eyes and a timid smile on her face.

She walked back and forth while looking around curiously, her green skirt swaying like a little butterfly, or like a small seedling that suddenly bloomed on the old tree of Hengshan School.

The vigorous vitality sprouts in spring, making the spring breeze in the mountain gate more lively and lovely.

Feng Qiaoyun, who was always calm and steady, pushed aside the two "annoying" fellow apprentices and walked over.

As the second most skilled disciple among the fourteenth generation of Hengshan disciples, Senior Sister Feng put her hands behind her back and bent slightly when speaking to the little girl, appearing so kind.

The young master felt a little jealous.

"Little Junior Sister, what's your name?"

In fact, she knew it, but she just asked others.

I saw that she was a little shy, so she didn't blush when introducing herself.

"This is your senior sister Feng," Zhao Rong introduced.

"My name is Zhao Feiyan."

"Senior Sister Feng is polite," Qu Feiyan bowed obediently, and then bowed obediently to the disciples of Tingfengtai, "Senior brothers and sisters are polite."

Hearing the tender and sweet voice, smiles flashed in the eyes of all the disciples.

Everyone also bowed and spoke in a friendly tone: "Junior Sister."

Feng Qiaoyun smiled at Zhao Rong, handed the pipa from Qu Feiyan to him, and then took her little sister to Tingfengtai.

Soon, bursts of hearty laughter were heard from the Tingfeng Terrace.

The atmosphere was so pleasant.

Everyone looked at the junior sister as if she was the girl next door.

Ask about everyone's life and show great concern.

All the seniors used their most gentle voices, and Qu Feiyan was also extremely polite, gentle and kind.

The people of the Three Meridians praised: "Master Mo has good vision!"

"Yes, the little sister is very smart and cute, even better than the big brother of the same age."

"Junior sister, you want to practice sword skills. I will teach you some moves."

"..."

Zhao Rong wanted to remind his fellow disciples,

You mistook the little fox for a little lamb.

But when I saw the little fox seemed to be enjoying it, I decided to give it up.

She has never had such a warm and big family.

Ever since the three sects became one, the eldest brother has become the head of the family, and the atmosphere in the Hengshan sect has become really good.

They were originally a group of musicians, and they practiced the Zhenyue Jue.

Without the suspense of the leader's position, the hearts of all the disciples have long calmed down.

Now that the sect is thriving, they are naturally delighted to see the cute little sister who is full of spiritual energy.

All the kindness in my life was shown out.

But this scene formed a huge contrast in Zhao Rong's mind.

He recalled the scene in the Yunwu Palace on the day he entered the sect.

For a moment, I felt "sadness from the heart".

The young master was standing outside the Tingfeng Terrace, watching this scene infatuatedly.
A few moments
The Hengshan disciples on the Tingfeng Terrace were all stunned as a sad tune reached their ears.

The Liu family disciples reacted the fastest: "Who started the sad tune?"

"Yeah, how can such a good day be played with such a sad tune?"

His voice was a little loud, and suddenly he saw the source of the sound.

The young head of Hengshan still held the pipa, half covering his face, and turned the axis and plucked the strings as he walked towards the Cangjian Pavilion.
"I once planned to sail west on the Xiang River, listening to the rain by the night window and counting the days of my return. Upon returning, I happened to see a painting by a great artist, and recalled the rainy nights of those years."

If it's not Xiaoxiang Night Rain, then what is it?
The old man on the roof in the distance stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

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