Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 117 That Boy! (8.354k)
The golden god has three thousand worlds, and the jade maiden is dressed up in the twelve floors.

Huashan, on the Jade Maiden Peak.

Cool breeze, summer night,
A young man with a rectangular face, sword-like eyebrows and thin lips had slightly disheveled hair. The light in the gauze bag in his hand flickered like the little stars in the sky blinking.

He quickly ran to a small house not far from Zhengqi Hall, where he saw a young girl standing under the eaves, waiting anxiously.

She twisted her hands and muttered "Where have you gone?" and "Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Junior sister, junior sister~!"

Suddenly, a voice came from far away in the mountains. The girl under the eaves smiled and walked towards him while shouting "Senior Brother".

"Little Junior Sister, look, I caught all the fireflies for you."

"Hang it in the tent first,"

"I'll catch a few thousand more. When you open your eyes at night, you'll see nothing but twinkling stars. You'll think you're sleeping on a cloud."

Yue Lingshan happily took the gauze bag containing the fireflies.

Big Brother is so nice.

She wanted to sleep on an open-air mat and wake up in the middle of the night to see the twinkling stars in the sky, but her mother did not allow it. However, the eldest brother always found a way to make her little wish come true.

I felt very happy and happy in my heart, but suddenly I remembered the important business.

He hurriedly said,

"Go, go, go!"

"My fellow brothers are all here. Daddy is waiting for you. If you go late, he will scold you again."

Without waiting for Linghu Chong to say anything, Yue Lingshan pulled him and ran south.

After entering the yard, I saw an attic with a plaque of "Zhengqi Hall" hanging in the inner room. The original "Jianqi Chongxiao Hall" had long disappeared.

There were more than a dozen people standing on each side of the hall.

The top ones are Lao Denuo, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Lu Dayou
Seeing that Linghu Chong was still smiling playfully, Lu Dayou quickly winked at him.

Only then did Senior Brother Huashan see that there was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar in a green shirt sitting in the hall. He was over fifty years old but looked like he was in his forties, with a dignified and upright face.

It is the gentleman swordsman Yue Buqun.

As soon as Linghu Chong saw him, he immediately stopped playing around, hurried forward and respectfully called him "Master", and then affectionately called the beautiful woman sitting beside him with a heroic look "Master's Wife".

The woman glared at him slightly, but there was a smile in her eyes.

"You two shouldn't practice martial arts properly, instead you just mess around all day long!"

Yue Lingshan hid the firefly behind her, but Yue Buqun had already seen it. Looking at the disciples in the hall, the sadness in Yue Buqun's eyes disappeared in an instant.

Ning Zhongze on the side said: "Lingshan, Chong'er, why don't you stand over there."

"Yes."

This is the master's wife covering for him, otherwise he would have been scolded today.

Lady Ning looked at her husband and said with a smile, "Brother, there is no need to be angry with them. Let's talk about the business of the Five Mountains Alliance first."

Yue Buqun glanced at them again, but ultimately did not pursue the matter any further.

One is his own daughter, and the other is his apprentice whom he watched grow up.

But he had heard a lot of rumors recently, which made him increasingly anxious and worried.

The requirements for disciples are much stricter.

So when he saw the two of them catching fireflies and distracting themselves from their work, he felt quite unhappy.

"According to the date, it is time for Senior Brother Mo from Hengyang to set off. We should also prepare to go to Songshan to pay a visit to Alliance Leader Zuo."

"During this period of time, you must practice martial arts diligently and stop playing around."

Speaking of the Five Mountains Alliance and the Hengshan Sect, Lady Ning couldn't help but feel curious, "I heard that Senior Brother Mo has accepted another talented disciple, and now he is the direct senior brother of the Hengshan Sect."

"He hasn't accepted a disciple in many years, so he must be extremely talented."

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun hummed and glanced at his eldest disciple.

During the last Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, Linghu Chong firmly suppressed the disciples brought by Mo Da, but this time it seems that he has a strong enemy.

Given Mr. Mo Da's character, he would never accept successors without authorization.

For a moment, Sect Leader Yue felt sad.

He asked his disciples:

"What is so special about Hengshan Swordsmanship, and how should we deal with it?"

Linghu Chong replied, "Master, you said that the Hengshan sword technique is fast and strange, with hidden changes in both reality and illusion. One should control the energy when wielding the sword, and defeat the clever with the normal."

This statement is in line with the essence of Qi Zong and is the most righteous path.

Sect Leader Yue nodded slightly, "If you fight with your Master Mo's disciples, you should remember this."

"Yes, Master."

Suddenly, he became curious again:

"I heard that Junior Brother Zhao from Hengshan is only 28 years old, but he can fight against many masters of the Demon Sect. Although it is just a rumor, I feel that it is not false."

Lady Ning smiled unexpectedly.

"Why, Chong'er also has a nervous personality?"

Linghu Chong scratched his head and said casually, "The Five Mountains Sword Sect really has such a powerful junior brother. I admire him very much. I am just worried that he will be defeated and lose face for Master."

"Would you think so?" Sect Leader Yue didn't quite believe it.

"Of course, I cannot bring shame to Huashan Sect," Linghu Chong said solemnly, "If I fight with Junior Brother Zhao, I will definitely do my best."

Ms. Ning was very pleased and felt that he had grown up.

"Winning or losing in a sword fight depends on your ability, and cannot be forced. But if you can think this way and focus on practicing, your master will be happy."

Then he said to the other Huashan disciples:

"What I said to Senior Brother is also what I said to you. Don't let your Master feel disappointed."

"Yes!" All the disciples responded.

Sect Master Yue nodded slightly, and then heard Yue Lingshan ask: "Then tell me, mother, is the rumor that Senior Brother told you true?"

"The masters of the Demon Cult are so vicious that Dad has to be careful when dealing with them."

"Is Master Mo's disciple so powerful?"

Lady Ning frowned, "Recently, the Demon Cult has been heading south frequently, especially in Hengzhou Prefecture, where they have been fighting fiercely. Even the Jianghu people in Lantian and Luonan have heard about it."

"This news was reported nearly a month ago. You can imagine how brutal the fight between good and evil was in the Hengzhou area."

"Hengshan Sect has long been engaged in battle with the Demon Sect and is trying to stop Blackwood Cliff from advancing southward. Senior Brother Mo will definitely discuss this matter during this Five Mountains Alliance Meeting."

"We, the Five Mountains Sword Sects, are all in alliance, fighting the Demon Sect together, so we should go south to help."

At this point, I looked at my daughter and brought the topic back:

"You can't trust all rumors in the martial arts world, but Junior Brother Zhao must have fought many battles with the evil sect thieves in Hengzhou Prefecture to have such a good reputation. His skills must be very good."

"There are so many talented people in this world, it's not surprising that Senior Brother Mo has found a genius."

Yue Lingshan said "oh" and winked at Linghu Chong to encourage him.

Yue Buqun named some disciples and determined who could participate in the Five Mountains Alliance.

The rules of the alliance were also explained in detail to avoid being disrespectful.

He waved his hand, and the Huashan disciples left Zhengqi Hall. Then Sect Leader Yue turned to look at his wife.

"In previous years, disciples from Songshan sent letters, but this time Junior Brother Zhongzhen came to invite us."

He hesitated to speak, how could Lady Ning not understand?

Although Alliance Leader Zuo didn't say it, everyone knew what he was thinking.

"Brother, I would rather die in glory than live in disgrace!"

"Our Huashan Sect definitely does not agree to the merger."

“I believe the other sect leaders are the same. Whether Senior Brother Zuo reminds him implicitly or forcefully, how can he go against the wishes of all the sect leaders?”

Sect Leader Yue nodded, "Not bad."

"Master Tianmen and Master Dingxian don't have to worry. I am worried about Master Mo instead."

"Brother, what you mean is..." Ning Zhongze frowned.

"Ah."

Yue Buqun paced in the Zhengqi Hall, "Someone is fanning the flames in the Central Plains. If the Blackwood Cliff masters go south again, Senior Brother Mo will have no choice but to bow to Alliance Leader Zuo."

"As soon as he lowers his head, the tacit understanding among the four sect leaders will be broken."

"You know how dangerous it is."

Ning Zhongze stood up and asked, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

Yue Buqun said:

"I am restless. This time you should come down the mountain with me. We will intercept Senior Brother Mo on Zhengzhou Avenue first."

"I want to ask about the current situation of Hengshan Sect."

Ning Zhongze said with a fierce look on his face, "If Senior Brother Mo is really in trouble, my husband and I can't just stand by and watch."

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun sighed slightly and nodded.

He turned his head to look towards Mount Song in the east. His eyes were like pools, full of deep sorrow, confusion and complexity.

Miss Ning was unable to see this glimpse.

……

"If you ask me, our eldest senior brother is still more capable," Lu Dayou said with a smile.

“Hey, why is Six Monkey so confident?” Yue Lingshan joked, “Big Brother can’t beat the Demon Cult’s masters.”

"Little Junior Sister, how can you boost others' ambitions?"

Lu Dayou raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother Zhao from Hengshan Sect is indeed talented, but he is young and his skills are definitely not as deep as those of Senior Brother."

"I don't believe the rumors,"

"If Senior Brother Zhao can defeat the Demon Sect's master in front of me, then I, Six Monkey, will also admire him greatly."

Seeing how angry he was, Yue Lingshan started laughing.

Liang Fa on the side said: "Yes, at the last Five Mountains Alliance, even Master Zuo's eldest disciple Shi Dengda lost to Master Brother in one move."

"Senior Brother Shi's talent in swordplay is not as good as that of Senior Brother. This time, the difference must be even greater."

Six Monkeys teased,

"Senior Brother Shi from Songshan is practicing swordplay, while our eldest brother is catching fireflies. Senior Brother Zhao from Hengshan is practicing swordplay, while our eldest brother is still catching fireflies."

Linghu Chong burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"You are such a good monkey, you are blaming me in advance. You stole wine for the eldest brother, why didn't you say anything?"

Yue Lingshan kicked Lu Dayou, and the disciples of Huashan Sect made a commotion.

Lao Denuo said: "The best master of the younger generation of our Five Mountains Sword Sect should still be the eldest brother."

Linghu Chong smiled and shook his head, glancing in the direction of Zhengqitang.

He touched his nose and laughed softly:
"I don't want to fight with Junior Brother Zhao at all."

"I don't know if he likes to drink, but if it's by the glass, I'm pretty sure he likes it."

Yue Lingshan came up again and said, "Six Monkeys, you heard me, right? I told you to bring a few more jars of good wine."

"Our senior brother wants to get Senior Brother Zhao from Hengshan drunk."

"At his age, Master Mo may not allow him to drink. If you get Senior Brother Zhao drunk, Master Mo will be pissed to death."

"Dad will punish you to go to the cliff of reflection again, hahahaha, I won't bring you food."

All the disciples burst into laughter.

Laudeno paused for a moment, then laughed naturally.

……

……

Wild lotus petals have fallen on the edge of the island, and the bright green lotus leaves have wilted.

South of Jiangcheng, at Yuxi Ferry, on the top of Henglang Mountain. Zhao Rong disembarked from the boat, his eyes wandering around the half-mountain and half-water of Jiangcheng.

There was no need to come here, I just met a few friends from the underworld.

Traveling back and forth as a guest inevitably requires time.

This is also the reason why they set out from Hengyang early.

"Master, time flies by so fast. It's already autumn again."

Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard and nodded.

The autumn water lilies in the wind have lost their green, and the spikelets have turned dark red, looking very sad. The willows on the embankment have lost their green, and the long, thin branches are bare.

People come and go at the ferry, and the sorrow of parting is lingering from ancient times to the present.

Seeing such a bleak scene, and looking at Gao Kexin's jar, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Junior Brother Nan, you have just got off the boat and are still swaying with the waves. You must keep your feet firmly on the ground."

"Don't worry, senior brother. Uncle Gao is fine," Nan Shanshi was quite filial and wiped the urn clean along the way.

The young leader smirked secretly.

The ashes in this jar were randomly collected by them from the Baima ruins. It is not known whether Gao Kexin was there or not.

But most of them are cult thieves.

If he were buried in his ancestral land at Mount Song, his ancestors would probably be so angry that they would open the coffin.

"Please make way, please make way"

Nan Shanshi, who was slightly dazed at the city gate, stepped aside.

A young woman was riding on a horse, wearing a veil that reached her waist, so her face could not be seen clearly.

There was also a man about thirty years old sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people. His eyes were cloudy, like a blind man.

There were two men with swords leading the way ahead.

One person led the horse, and two guards with swords stood beside the horse. There were six people behind the horse, one carrying a hat to prevent rain, one carrying a tea bed, and one carrying a chair.

There were three others carrying food boxes, stoves and tableware boxes.

The people surrounding the young women all wore a fu hat, a round-necked, narrow-sleeved jacket, and their trousers were tied below the knees for ease of walking.

He must be a local tycoon, coming back from an autumn outing.

These people have steady steps and are all trained martial artists.

"Who is that?"

Someone at the ferry responded, "It's Feng Manlou, the third son of the Feng family, and that's his wife Shui Xiuyun."

"They are very loving and affectionate, which makes people envious."

Zhao Rong was alert in all directions and was slightly startled when he heard the names of the two people. He looked a few more times in the direction where they disappeared.

"Let's go, let's go into the city and find a place to eat."

Yuxi Ferry is quite lively.

This place is close to Luzhou and Jinling. It is prosperous and full of tourists.

The Hengshan Sect can be recognized wherever they go in Hengzhou Prefecture, but in Jiangcheng, there are countless people like them who are dressed in green and hold swords.

There are many gangs and sects along the river.

The ten of them entered the city, and others just glanced at them without bothering to take any further look.

Only the local leader was the most enthusiastic: "My friends, would you like to be shown the way?"

Zhao Rong waved his hand and declined.

There are good and bad bosses. Some specialize in guiding people, while others will lead you into shady shops.

They had just got off the boat, and the local chieftain was very sharp-eyed, so how could he not tell that they were strangers?
Although I am not afraid of trouble, I don't want to cause trouble.

Zhao Rong walked on the granite-slab street and saw blue brick and black tile buildings on both sides, all in the Hui style.

There are shops and stores lined up one after another. It is a real gathering place for merchants.

They walked into a three-story inn and sat at two tables by the windows on the second floor amid the waiter's calls.

The food is ordered and waiting.
Mr. Mo Da closed his eyes to rest, while Zhao Rong looked around, finding everything new.

People in the Jiangnan area naturally know how to have fun.

In the courtyard of the inn, several beautiful women dressed in simple and elegant clothes were humming tunes.

There was also a middle-aged man wearing a high-top Dongpo scarf, a Taoist robe, and cloud-head shoes, dressed like a celebrity.

However.
He was painting a picture, depicting a beautiful woman humming a tune in his painting.

It's just that the painting is too unrestrained and the people in it are wearing thinner clothes, so it's called "The Fun Hidden in Thin Gauze".

It actually sold very well.
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, just admiring the man's writing style.

Suddenly, Mr. Mo Da opened his eyes and Zhao Rong also withdrew his gaze.

They were on the north side of the street, now looking south.

After a while, the Hengshan disciples also made the same move, and the noise on the street became louder and louder.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, everyone!"

Two men in green robes on horseback were riding down the street, and in front of them a middle-aged man with a flat nose was fleeing for his life.

The man who was running away had some light-weight martial arts skills and his pace was quite fast.

But they could only hold out for two horses and were about to be caught up.

"Ah~!"

In anger, he drew his sword and tried to chop the horse.

Another sound of swords being drawn rang out, and the green-robed man who was chasing him got off his horse with a roar, and rushed out alone to fight with the flat-nosed man. In an instant, many eyes gathered over there.

There were many martial artists around, but no one dared to intervene.

Firstly, he was not clear about the situation, and secondly, the young man who got off the horse had quite good swordsmanship and did not seem like someone who could be easily messed with.

If you want to get involved at this time, you should think carefully.

After only five or six moves, the young man with the sword gained the upper hand. He used his sword swiftly and his attacks became more and more fierce.

The man with the knife swung his knife wildly and chopped several times in a hurry.

The young man sneered, dodged to the side, and stabbed out with his sword.

There was a "swish" sound, and the sleeve of the knife-wielding man's right arm was cut open, and blood splattered everywhere!
The Hengshan disciples were confused and were just watching the show.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh sound and a figure rushed down.

Not only Xiang Danian and others, but even Mr. Mo Da was stunned. Zhao Rong had already moved three feet in front of the horse, less than half a foot away from the man who was lying on the ground covering his wound.

His position protected it implicitly.

The young man holding the sword paused at first, then looked Zhao Rong up and down, and suddenly laughed.

With a Sichuan accent, he said, "Where did you come from, little brat? Get out of the way and don't do anything near me."

The injured man cursed back, "You bastard, you are going too far!"

The young man tilted his head and said, "You injured my horse, and you want to run away without paying for it?"

Zhao Rong looked at the middle-aged man.

The man met his gaze and explained angrily:

"This bastard drank a few bowls of yellow soup and showed his dog-like behavior. He wants my daughter to drink with him. How can I tolerate this?"

He picked up the knife and said angrily, "Little brother, go away. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Hahaha!"

The young man laughed strangely and exhaled a large breath of alcohol. "Your daughter has a nice figure. What's wrong with her drinking a bowl of wine with me? I didn't kiss or hug her. Why are you so anxious?"

"You bastard!"

The man with the knife cursed again, "Don't leave if you dare!"

"When the people from my knife shop arrive, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

“Fuck you,” the young man said coldly, “I wanted to spare your life, but since you want to kill me, I’ll kill you first and then destroy your shabby house.”

He had only said half of his words when he suddenly thrust his sword forward.

Obviously he wanted to kill someone quickly and leave!

His sword was fast to begin with, and this time it came down so quickly that the man with the knife was enveloped by murderous intent and had no time to react!

suddenly,

Only the sound of swords clashing was heard, and the man with the knife was blinded by the sword light.

The young man's sword was suspended in front of his chest, and the hilt of the sword was held against it by another half-unsheathed sword.

It was the half-drawn sword that reflected the dazzling sword light!
On the second floor of the inn, Mr. Mo Da was the only one who saw when Zhao Rong's sword was unsheathed.

Nan Shanshi also wanted to see it while holding the urn.
But the window was already crowded with people. He was short to begin with, and he was holding Uncle Gao in his arms.

You can't jump up and look, otherwise you'll scatter Uncle Gao everywhere.

Cheng Mingyi directly pulled him to his seat and sternly instructed him: "There are so many people here and it's so chaotic. Hold on to Master Gao and don't run around."

"Yes, senior brother."

"what!"

"Senior brother~!"

Nan Shanshi was just responding when a scream was heard from downstairs, along with a hurried voice calling for his senior brother.

He was anxious and wanted to see how skilled Zhao Rong was.

Cheng Mingyi on the other side said:

"A few scoundrels, what's so good about them?"

"Junior brother, you know a lot about the Datong Chamber of Commerce. Can you talk about the business in Yuanzhou Prefecture?"

Nan Shanshi had no choice but to sit on the bench and chat with Cheng Mingyi.

I've heard that the second senior brother is an honest and kind person, this guy is simply a piece of rotten wood.

He didn't even care about the hustle and bustle outside.

He was extremely anxious, but his face looked calm and kind.

Suddenly I heard Xiang Danian asking by the window:

"Brother, what kind of moves does this person use?"

"Oh, that's the trick he used."

"It's called the Butt Backward Flat Sand Falling Wild Goose Pose."

Nan Shanshi didn't see the move, but he wrote down the name of the move so that he could have a response when Taibao asked about it.

But he was ignorant and had no idea which sect or school used this move.

On the long street, the arrogant young people fell backwards to the ground like a dog eating shit.

One of the earless hemp shoes he was wearing on his bare feet fell off, leaving long bloody marks on his two bare legs, and he was screaming in pain.

With a clang, the senior brother also drew his sword and stepped forward.

"You son of a bitch, you deserve to die!"

Seeing that his fellow disciples were all watching the sword technique, Zhao Rong also wanted this man to learn the full Songfeng sword technique.

But this guy's swordsmanship is really sparse, not fast enough, not strong enough, and lacks charm.

He can only bully ordinary martial artists.

Zhao Rong raised his sword and blocked three moves, then lost interest.

The young man was shocked and felt that the opponent's sword speed suddenly increased!
The Songfeng sword technique in his hand was shaken by a rainstorm, and his moves were in chaos. The long sword in his hand was out of control and followed the opponent's sword in a circle!
His eyes were still on the sword when he felt a pain in his waist and abdomen. He was kicked away and hit his senior brother who had just stood up.

Zhao Rong didn't use much strength, otherwise he would have kicked the man to death.

Their faces changed immediately, knowing that they had met a master.

He crawled on the ground for a long time before he got up. He didn't even want to take off his shoes and didn't dare to say anything harsh.

He simply turned the horse around and rode away amid the laughter and ridicule from those around him.

Zhao Rong ignored them and said to the man holding a knife next to him, "If you had just gone up and chopped him, he would have been unable to dodge."

"Thanks to these few moves from you, young man, I have calmed down a lot."

"Without this anger to give me courage, I certainly won't have the guts to kill anyone. They come from extraordinary backgrounds, and even if I kill them with a single blow, I'm afraid I'll kill the whole family."

He hurriedly stood up and thanked Zhao Rong, "My name is Cheng Baoquan, and I'm the deputy head of Jingshan Sword Hall. Thank you for saving my life."

"I don't know your name, young man."

Zhao Rong lifted his hand and smiled, "Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong."

When Cheng Baoquan first heard the three words "Hengshan School", he was immediately shocked!
"No wonder his swordsmanship is so amazing, he is actually a master of the Five Mountains Sword Sect!"

"Young man, are you free? Please come over to chat with me!"

His words were slightly excited.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I have something important to attend to and cannot delay you any longer."

Cheng Baoquan dared not ask again, and only said, "I am very familiar with the Jiangcheng area. If you have any requests, just pass on the message."

"I will never blink an eye, even in a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire."

"Haha, the owner of the museum is too serious."

They were already standing by the street, with many people discussing the show around them, but few watching it.

This kind of fighting is too common in the martial arts world.

In addition, the victory or defeat was decided too quickly, and few people could see the true level.

Zhao Rong looked again in the direction where the Qingcheng Sect disciples fled, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Master, are there many escort agencies in Jiangcheng?"

Cheng Baoquan was stunned, not knowing why this question was asked.

Since he had made such a boast, he thought for a moment and responded:
"The most famous escort agencies in the local area are Jiuzi Escort Agency, Zheshan Escort Agency, Jihe Escort Agency, and Fuwei Escort Agency from Fuzhou.

He said seven or eight of them in a row.

"The owner of the museum is really familiar with Jiangcheng. If you need to explore the route or inquire about it in the future, it will be troublesome."

Cheng Baoquan looked ashamed:
"Young man, I am so ashamed. Cheng is always at your service!"

Zhao Rong bowed to him and said goodbye, then went back to the inn.

Junior Brother Nan was sitting at the outermost seat, and when he saw Zhao Rong coming up he just smiled friendly and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

A traitor is most likely to be exposed if he asks all kinds of questions.

At the Chase Chamber of Commerce, he developed a good habit: talk less, watch more, and keep quiet.

Sometimes you don’t even need to ask yourself, someone will always ask.

Nan Shanshi waited for others to help him find out the news.

Cheng Mingyi was indifferent, Li Weijin was yawning, Shen Bo and Chai Jinshi were chatting about how to play the suona and how to make Master Gao look good.
Everyone just cheered and didn't care much about Zhao Rong punishing the evildoer.

Nan Shanshi felt it strange at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he found it normal.

Hengzhou Prefecture was invaded by the Demon Cult on a large scale, and these little things have long been commonplace.

The waiter was even more enthusiastic when serving the food. While Cheng Mingyi, Shen Bo, Guo Yuying and Nan Shanshi were chatting, Zhao Rong ate and chatted at the same time.

"Brother, how did you know from the beginning that the rider was at fault?"

It's not strange to ask this question.

Under normal circumstances, even if they have to lend a helping hand, they will listen to the whole story to avoid becoming accomplices.

Zhao Rong's face darkened: "The rider just knocked down a child, but the man in front was avoiding people."

Mr. Mo Da had already recognized the Songfeng sword technique and only frowned and said:
"How could the Qingcheng Sect teach such a disciple?"

They talked about Songfeng swordsmanship again, but didn't go into details.

Zhao Rong knew the secrets of Qingcheng Sect and was surprised to see them in Jiangcheng.

As expected, there is also a Fuwei Escort Agency in Jiangcheng.

When Yu Canghai destroyed the Fuwei Escort Agency, it was not just the Fuzhou branch. Almost all the branches scattered across the prefectures were destroyed within a few days.

This shows how careful Yu Canghai's preparations were.

These Qingcheng disciples must have come to investigate the Jiangcheng branch of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

……

In the south of Jiangcheng, in front of a courtyard less than three miles away from the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Cao Xiangxian and Song Mo, who fled back in a hurry, looked a little embarrassed but were not seriously injured.

Unexpectedly, when they just rode to the door, they suddenly vomited blood!

Junior brother Cao Xiangxian had a weak foundation and fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, the sound of the horse was so loud that it alarmed the people in the yard.

"what happened!"

Another stern young man ran out quickly, "Junior Brother Cao, Junior Brother Cao!"

He called out several times and patted his face, but he didn't wake up.

Ji Rentong quickly lifted up Cao Xiangxian's green robe and saw a purple-blue footprint on his waist.

After taking a closer look, I immediately thought of the acupoint knowledge that my master usually taught me.

This kick hit the Huantiao point, leaving hidden force!

Looking at Junior Brother Song Mo again, his injuries were exactly the same.

It is also the Huantiao point!
Calculating the time again, it is now close to the time when the Qi and blood at the Huantiao point will break through!

It can hide the hidden power until the Qi and blood are breaking through the barrier and trigger it. It is different from the traditional sword finger or chicken heart hammer acupuncture method.

This meticulous acupuncture skill made Ji Rentong shudder all over after seeing it!

Even if.
Even my own master doesn't have this ability!

Song Mo's lips turned pale and his eyes were dull.

He insisted:

"Brother Jiji, we have met a master."

"are you crazy!"

Ji Rentong yelled, "Why do you want to provoke such a master?"

"The things that Master arranged have not been completed yet. Jiangcheng and Junior Brother Rao Wu are the only ones left. How can we go and cause trouble?"

Song Mo regretted it so much that he gritted his teeth and said:

"Brother, I have lost the feeling in my legs."

Ji Rentong let out a depressed sigh, "Huantiao Qi and blood are breaking through the barrier, and this expert's hidden power is blocking the barrier. At this time, Qi and blood are flowing everywhere, so of course you don't feel it."

"As soon as the blood and qi are restored, your legs and feet will immediately contract, your thighs will be dislocated, and you will feel unbearable pain."

"If you don't breathe, you will be paralyzed for life!"

Song Mo's face was ashen, "Brother, save me~~"

Ji Rentong ran out of the door, fearing that someone was following his two fellow apprentices' horses.

Fortunately, no one was seen.

He dragged the two fellow apprentices into the courtyard, brought back the horses, and closed the door.

Only then did he follow the method taught by the master and successively pressed the six major acupoints of the two fellow disciples: Weizhong, Wushu, Weidao, Xiyan, Kunlun and Shenshu.

Especially when pressing the kidney points, the qi and blood rush downward, causing them to feel tingling in their lower body and break out in cold sweats.

I was drunk today and had some lustful thoughts.

Just this one blow almost broke their bells.

Ji Rentong's internal strength was average to begin with, and after pressing for an hour, he was exhausted like a dead dog.

Fortunately, the two junior brothers were rescued.

"you."

"Which sect's elders or leaders have you offended?"

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the same words were used, "Brother Ji"

"It's really just a little kid~!"

"Damn it, if I had known his acupuncture skills were so powerful, I would have turned around and left."

Cao Xiangxian, who had regained consciousness, said weakly, "His sword was also very fast. If he had tried to kill me, I would have been dead."

Ji Rentong snorted coldly: "You should have seen that we are Qingcheng disciples and dared not kill us. Give Master some face."

"But don't go out these few days and stay out of the spotlight."

"I was planning to leave for the Changsha branch today to check out the situation, but you guys delayed me."

……

On the other hand, after Cheng Baoquan returned to Jingshan Sword Hall with injuries, he was completely relieved when he saw his daughter returning safely on horseback.

He also told this to his elder brother, Cheng Baotong, the owner of the sword shop.

Suddenly, dozens of men in the knife shop were in an uproar.

One by one, they cursed the ancestors of those thieves for generations.

The museum owner Cheng Baotong kept repeating "Zhao Rong" and "Zhao Rong" many times.

"Why does it sound so familiar?"

"Brother, you said he looked like a young man?"

"That's right. He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, but his kung fu is really amazing. He is worthy of being a disciple of the Five Mountains Sword Sect," Cheng Baoquan praised.

Suddenly, the owner slammed the table, startling everyone.

"It's him!"

"I was wondering why it sounded so familiar. Wen Shansheng, the owner of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, had dinner with me the other day. He recently went to Ji'an Prefecture to do weapons business, and ended up running into someone from the Hengshan School."

“It was a great time.”

Cheng Baotong was surprised. "That's the young man you mentioned. The famous Dian Cang twin swords were defeated by him."

"What?!" Cheng Baoquan was shocked.

Cheng Baotong said in a deep voice: "The Hengshan Yancheng Divine Sword fought one against two, and won the Dian Cang Twin Swords with sixty-three moves!"

"The two eagles on Dian Cang Mountain were crushed to pieces by the Tianshan Magic Sword."

"This is what Wen Shansheng saw with his own eyes!"

Cheng Baoquan looked horrified, yet also dreamy, "The one who saved me turned out to be the Yancheng Divine Sword."

……

The Hengshan faction did not delay in Jiangcheng.

After eating, they continued to head north, all the way to Zhengzhou.
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