Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 139: Traveling through the Five Gods Peaks! (8.148k)
Late mid-winter.

The horsetails on the bank of the Hengyang River were covered with heavy frost. The horse-drawn road did not stir up any red dust, but was instead covered with a layer of frost, snow and mud.

On a cold night in Tianshan Mountains, flying snow fluttered against the two wind-blown flags at the post station at the foot of the peak.

The withered pines on the cliffs are covered with rime, which looks desolate and majestic, yet graceful.

The snow and mist were flying everywhere, and I couldn't see the sails sailing in the distant river.

"Creak."

"Squeak!"

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, and the sound of footsteps walking up the snow becomes louder and louder.

Several torches formed a fire snake, rising straight to the top of the pillar of heaven.

In a stone cave in Tianshan Mountain, Zhao Rong took a break from his busy day of practicing martial arts.

He sat next to the lotus leaf chandelier, with a small brazier for boiling tea in front of him. The teapot with a pattern of a carp leaping over the dragon gate was bubbling.

This pot of Hengshan Yunwu Tea looks even more elegant and precious in the environment of flying snow and severe frost.

A short flute was placed on the music score of "Autumn Moon over the Han Palace" on the table, and in his hand was the script of "The Fox Sister".

It tells the story of a fox girl and a scholar, the entanglement of love and hate is quite interesting.

Zhao Rong was relaxed, although he didn't know how to breathe and listen carefully.

But his hearing is still far superior to that of ordinary people.

Hearing footsteps outside, he immediately perked up.

Wushen Peak is quite far from Hengshan Station and is not a forbidden area. During festivals and New Year's Eve, many people climb the mountain to enjoy the scenery, and some people pray in front of the Buddha statues in the mountain temples. It is not surprising that some people climb the mountain.

Today, the Hengshan sect is becoming more and more prosperous. Although this retreat is located on the top of a cliff and most people cannot come up, they still send people to the post station at the foot of the mountain to guard it secretly.

Especially during the time when Zhao Rong was in seclusion at the top of the mountain, the number of people guarding at the foot of the mountain was three times as much as usual.

During the day, disciples guarded the mountain path leading to the cliff, while at night they stayed at the foot of the mountain.

Those who could climb the mountain in the snow at night in such a grand manner were most likely disciples of Hengshan.

Thinking of this, I guessed that something important was going on.

Zhao Rong closed the book, picked up the lantern and went down the cliff to meet him.

"Brother!"

In the distance, the fire snakes were moving faster and faster, and under the torches, several voices were shouting continuously.

Seeing everyone's solemn expressions under the firelight, Zhao Rong hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"Brother, this is a sudden change,"

Quan Ziju had a look of shock on his face, "Dongfang Bubai has come down from the Black Wood Cliff and started a killing spree in the plum forest of Yanjin!"

"Now the martial arts world is in turmoil, the rivers and lakes are in chaos, the situation between good and evil has changed with the wind, and everyone is frightened when they hear the name of Dongfang Bubai."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Rong's expression suddenly became solemn.

Dongfang Bubai descends from the Black Wood Cliff!

It must be that Master Zuo, that bastard, was messing around and offended Yang Lianting badly.

Only the Blackwood Cliff Tiger has this ability.
Otherwise, I really can't understand why Dongfang Bubai would leave her boudoir.

Zhao Rong was also very frightened and felt a chill down his spine.

He knows Dongfang Bubai better than Chongxu Fangzheng and others.

In the peak battle at Blackwood Cliff, Dongfang Bubai only had an embroidery needle, and Yang Lianting was a huge weakness. If he went down Blackwood Cliff with a sword, who in the martial arts world could be his opponent?

Several people came to the big rock, and Quan Ziju and others detailed the news they had heard and explained everything that had happened in Yanjin Meilin.

The rumors may be wrong, but it is a fact that the two guardians of Songshan, the two masters of Shaolin and Wudang, and a group of people in the martial arts world died at the hands of Dongfang Bubai.

"Brother, does Dongfang Bubai really have such power?"

After Quan Ziju finished speaking, he was still shocked and confused.

"In his early years, he was the best in the world, and he practiced martial arts in seclusion on the Black Wood Cliff for more than ten years. Now that he has succeeded and come down the cliff, he naturally amazes the world," Zhao Rong said with a dim look.

"Do you know what his subsequent movements will be?"

"unclear"

"Some say he has returned to Blackwood Cliff, others say he is still in the Central Plains," Quan Ziju shrank his neck, "and others say..."

"I saw a lone boat in the distance by the river, with a blood-stained robe and a sword in hand, heading south to Suzhou and Hangzhou."

"Brother, how should we deal with this?" Faced with an opponent of this level, Quan Ziju didn't dare to make any decision at all.

Zhao Rong comforted him: "Don't panic."

"Our resistance to the Demon Cult in the south is not as strong as in the Central Plains, and we are the farthest from the Black Wood Cliff. Even if Dongfang Bubai goes south, it is unlikely that he will be able to establish his authority in our Hengzhou Prefecture."

"However, we must take precautions."

"We must promptly send a letter to the forces in Linjiang Prefecture, Yuanzhou Prefecture, and Changsha Prefecture, asking them to send people to keep a close eye on the situation and form a barrier."

"Dongfang Bubai is a very skilled martial artist, but we have the geographical advantage. If he really comes, we will be prepared early and rush forward together. We will defeat the enemy with all our might and we won't be afraid of him claiming to be the best in the world."

Zhao Rong spoke in a firm tone, and disciples such as Quan Ziju felt much more at ease after hearing it.

But he knew it.

Dongfang Bubai is not a fool. With the current strength of Hengshan Sect, it is extremely difficult to either defend against him or keep him.

Then, Zhao Rong gave instructions on matters related to the Raozhou branch of the Demon Cult and the ancestral temple rituals.

Dongfang Bubai's appearance completely disrupted his plans.

The Raozhou branch was originally Yang Lianting's power. To destroy the branch at this point would be equivalent to helping the Shaolin, Wudang and Songshan sects take the blame.

I was thinking of going to Meizhuang before, but now I can’t go there in the short term.

If Dongfang Bubai can descend from the Black Wood Cliff, then it is also possible that he can go to West Lake to visit his good friend Lao Ren.

If you happen to run into it, you would be courting death.

It has been difficult to guess what Dongfang Bubai is thinking since he jumped off the cliff, and he doesn't want to gamble at all.

When Quan Ziju heard him say that he wanted to further reduce the momentum of the sacrificial ceremony, he was originally going to strongly oppose it, but under the shadow of Dongfang Bubai, he could only swallow his words back.

It would be inappropriate to attract too much attention at this moment.

Dongfang Bubai had been sitting in Heimu Cliff for many years. If he suddenly heard that there was a talented young man and he suddenly felt like going to Hengzhou Prefecture to take a look, that would be a terrible thing.

Before Quan Ziju went down the mountain, he left behind the sorted news letters.

Zhao Rong returned to the cliff cave with a lot on his mind.

I read all those news letters.

If he can get down the cliff once, he can do it a second time. Yang Lianting has this ability.

Dongfang Bubai who has come down the cliff is even more difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, a strong sense of crisis arose in my heart.

"The gap between me and the best in the world is still huge."

Under the lotus leaf chandelier, Zhao Rong's eyes were deep.

If an ordinary person heard about this, he would probably be disturbed and it would be difficult for him to practice sword with peace of mind.

However, he was able to rely on the effect of the jade pendant to concentrate his mind and calm his spirit, and quickly enter a state of meditation.

That night, Zhao Rong meditated and practiced internal skills until late at night.

Mid-winter has passed, and it is the end of the three winters.

The remaining snow is gone, and the winter moon is bleak.

Zhao Rong waited for a fine day, and when he was practicing the magic sword at the top of Tianzhu Peak, he looked at the snow-covered peak and felt excited.

He immediately went down the cliff cave, walked over the wall on the snow, and left a trail of footprints in the mountains.

On the Zigai Peak, the tangled roots of the Podocarpus trees are hung with strings of icicles.

It is very dangerous to climb Zigai Peak in the ice and snow, but Zhao Rong is no ordinary person. He has climbed to the right side of the peak and reached the top of Zhuling Cave, which is known as the third cave heaven of Taoism.

Originally there was a fountain hanging on the wall, shaped like a curtain.

Now the frost and snow have frozen into ice and the water curtain can no longer be seen.

Zhao Rong saw a stone carving with the words "The Main Altar of the Nine Immortals' Ascension" inscribed on it, which was a relic from the Song Dynasty.

I also saw a chessboard stone with the words "Everyone here is an immortal" engraved on the side.

All the peaks of Nanyue are facing Zhurong, like bowing and greeting, except for the Zigai peak, which stands facing south.

The so-called purple umbrella is the only one who does not come to the court, and the long mountains stare at each other.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly and unsheathed his Autumn Water.

He wielded the sword very quickly and performed all the magic sword techniques. Then he scratched the ice and carved the words "The Divine Peak is the Sword" next to the words "Everyone is a fairy here".

He did not linger, but climbed Furong Peak and came to Pilu Cave.

The waterfall on this peak is as beautiful as silk, and is shaded by the green forest.

Zhao Rong looked at the icy waterfalls hanging straight down the mountain and felt a sense of elegance and agility from them.

Stand next to the preaching stone engraved with "Peace in the World" and practice the magic sword.

Shilin Peak is shaped like a granary, with two doors, one open and one closed.

This time, Zhao Rong did not practice sword. He felt something in his heart and sat cross-legged in meditation beside the ruins of Chen Zhenren's alchemy platform.

In the evening, he stepped onto the highest point of the Five Gods Peak.
The ten thousand feet high Zhurong pierces the purple sky, and a fairy bridge is built at the end of the road. Looking up, the stars in the blue sky are close, looking down, the world of mortals is far away.

Zhao Rong stepped on the four peaks and then climbed Zhurong.

My mind suddenly became clear!
That night, he did not return to the stone cave on the top of the Tianzhu, but stayed on Zhurong Peak all night.

The moon was hanging in the sky, and Zhao Rong was immersed in the "power" of the phantom sword.

He was motionless, his eyes opening and closing.

The mountain donkey seemed to treat him as an ice sculpture. It used its hooves to dig up the snow beside Zhao Rong and eat the moss and grass underneath.

Its hooves scratched so quickly that the snow and mud soiled Zhao Rong's clothes and shoes.

“Yo~~!”

With a scream, the mountain donkey rolled several times, kicked by the ice sculpture beside it, and fled in panic.

That night, Zhao Rong was almost asleep, neither sleeping nor falling asleep.

The day was about to dawn, but he was still full of energy.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and could still see the moon.

But looking at the sky from the top of the peak and looking at the sky from the bottom of the peak are two completely different views, one real and the other unreal.

The bright souls of the world have faded, but the clear light here is still there.

He suddenly realized,
He quickly stood up, used all his strength to climb the rocks, passed through the forest and walked across the ice, and quickly descended to the foot of Zhurong Peak.

Then he ran quickly along the road and came to the cliff carvings.

Now look towards the Five Gods Peak again.

He raised his head slightly, and his body seemed to overlap with that of his former Hengshan ancestors, and he saw an old road.

In his eyes, the Five Gods Peaks can be five peaks, or
Five sharp swords!

They each have their own posture, yet they are integrated into one.

Zhao Rong's face was filled with joy as he stared at the Five Gods Peak all the way and strolled to the post station at the foot of the mountain.

Several disciples at the foot of the mountain immediately saw him and were slightly stunned.

A disciple hurried forward to ask: "Is the senior brother out of retreat?"

"not yet."

Zhao Rong smiled and took this morning's meals with him to save them from having to make another trip.

When several disciples saw him walking away, they couldn't help but start talking.

"Big Brother, why does he look a little different?"

"yes,"

"Compared to when he just came back from the north, his temperament has suddenly changed, as if he has lost the worldly airs of a martial artist."

An older disciple taught:
"Through retreat and cultivation, one can naturally escape from the mundane world. However, one must also have the right state of mind to do so."

"Many people who practice in seclusion have their troubles expand in their minds, and even go astray. There are very few people like our eldest brother."

"If I asked you to retreat to the mountains and keep the three friends of winter company, could you calm down?"

"That's not just one or two days."

The two younger outer disciples quickly shook their heads, "No, no."

"It's better to practice sword music with everyone."

The older disciple nodded and said, "Don't be too ambitious. Talent like that of our eldest brother is rare in the martial arts world."

“But we can’t slack off.”

"Ever since Dongfang Bubai descended from the Black Wood Cliff and killed his way through the plum forest of Yanjin, the demon cult has grown in power and has become more rampant. Even their marginalized people have become restless."

"The Jianghu is in chaos, and the fighting in the martial arts world is worse than ever before."

"One day, a war between good and evil is inevitable. If you don't practice hard, you will not only suffer but also lose your life when fighting against those bandits."

"Yes!"

……

The world is in turmoil.

More than ten days have passed at the top of Tianzhu.

Although Zhao Rong was in seclusion, his days were extremely fulfilling.

In the cave.

He took a pen and wrote and drew on the paper.

The formation, sword technique, luck technique, and acupuncture method were originally disorganized and extremely complicated things, but he forcibly integrated them together with the technique of a hundred rivers rushing forward.

The Hengshan formation gave Zhao Rong a lot of inspiration. If he had not seen the Hengshan disciples use the formation to attack and defend on the Awakening Mountain this time, no matter how capable he was, it would have been impossible for him to create something out of nothing in such a short period of time.

The appearance of the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen was like a key that opened the door to the Hengshan Sword Formation.

"Jingmen Point"

"Qimen Point"

"..."

"Tianchi acupoint, good!"

Zhao Rong finished the last stroke and let out a long sigh.

The foundation of the formation comes from Hengshan Mountain, the sword technique incorporates the Hengshan fast sword, and the acupoint-pressing method naturally comes from the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen.

In this way, speaking only of the individual, whether it is eyesight or acupuncture techniques, the upper limit is far lower than the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen.

But if seven people form a formation, they can defeat the strong with the weak.

The seven men could not defeat Taibao individually, nor could they defeat Taibao together. But after forming a formation, they could fight Taibao.

If the Hengshan formation acquires this item, it will become the Beiyue sect's guardian skill.

This formation incorporates many elements, and the acupuncture points created by the eyesight are something that most people would never be able to figure out even if they racked their brains.

I'm afraid that even if the Hengshan disciples saw it, apart from feeling a little familiar, they could only think that it was a new formation of Hengshan.

"The north and south are facing each other, and each has its own formation, which is very reasonable." Zhao Rong smiled.

"It's a pity that the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen are too difficult to practice. Otherwise, if our disciples used this sword technique to set up a formation, its power would definitely surpass the Hengshan formation."

At noon that day, a disciple came to the top of Tianzhu to deliver food.

Zhao Rong asked them to bring the news back to the sect’s headquarters.

When the sun set in the evening, Feng Qiaoyun came to the mountain.

Zhao Rong handed the engraved formation pattern to her and asked her to pass it on to Master Mo.

This thing is valuable, and he was worried about asking his disciples down the mountain to send it back.

He felt a sense of urgency and hoped that Mi Weiyi and the others could practice the formation as soon as possible.

If their practice goes smoothly, they will expand the scale of the formation practice among the fourteenth generation of disciples.

"Brother, will you come down the mountain before the New Year?"

"meeting."

Feng Qiaoyun smiled and said, "Then the ceremony will be held at the end of the year."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong had no objection. It was time to visit the ancestral temple at the end of the year. It was not appropriate to hold a grand celebration at this time. It was better to keep a low profile.

Feng Qiaoyun took the formation plan down the mountain and returned to the Hengshan Sect’s headquarters at night.

At the end of the You hour, she sent the formation score to the Qin Pavilion. Mr. Mo Da, who was tuning the strings under a solitary lamp, took the formation score handed over by Feng Qiaoyun.

As soon as I got it, I saw a few big words written on the cover: Hengshan Jingmen Beidou Sword Formation.

Seeing the handwriting of his beloved disciple, he smiled and said, "Qiao Yun, have you seen it?"

Feng Qiaoyun replied: "Not yet."

"Did your senior brother give you any instructions?"

"Have."

Feng Qiaoyun delivered the message word for word:

"Brother said that the eyesight method has been taught to Junior Sister Wei Jin and the others. Master only needs to help them get familiar with the body position changes in the manual, and then use the sword according to the acupuncture method of the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen."

"The key techniques are all recorded here." Feng Qiaoyun added, "Brother said he was busy practicing, so this formation is not perfect and needs to be improved later."

"He said that you understood it immediately after reading the formation map."

Mr. Mo Da nodded slightly.

"Let's watch together."

Seeing curiosity in his apprentice's eyes, he handed a few pages of the paper to Feng Qiaoyun.

Another lamp was lit, and the master and disciple looked at the formation map carefully.

At first, the expression on Mr. Mo Da's face was rather casual.

According to the young master, with the old master's more than half a century of cultivation and attainments, it should be a trivial matter for him to understand this newly created formation.

Just like the Three Immortal Moves that Zhao Rong had created before, although he was amazed at the ingenuity behind it, it was not difficult to understand.

Looking at the sword formation at this time, I felt a similar mood.

Mr. Mo Da picked up the "Tan Zhong Sword" in the sword formation, and used the Xianyan fast sword to hit this key acupoint.

It turned out to be the case.

Mr. Mo Da thought: "The inner disciples are all very familiar with the Xianyan Sword Path, and it is easy to learn."

When he read further, he came to the explanation of footwork.

Although the movements used were those of the Hengshan School's Qinggong, the steps were quite peculiar.

It is similar to the Hengshan formation, but the form is completely different.

This is easy to understand. After all, the two factions have two different sets of luck methods, and their sword moves are even more different.

Although Mr. Mo Da is a master of a school, he is not the master of the Hengshan School. If Master Ding Xian saw the steps and methods, she would immediately shout "wonderful" and chant the Buddhist name "Good, good".

Therefore, even if Mr. Mo Da saw this step for the first time, he would not be able to rely on his brain alone.

You have to keep stepping and go through all the steps.

After finishing the walk, Mr. Mo Da suddenly felt something was wrong.

"not simple."

His expression changed, and he walked a few more times, and the sword in his hand had turned into the Immortal Rock Sword Path.

After practicing it seven or eight times, he had many insights.

These insights and skills are to be passed on to the disciples who practice formations.

The more Mr. Mo Da practices, the more he finds it difficult.

It was just like when Master Ding Xian, the head of Hengshan, touched the Hengshan Sword Formation for the first time.

"This pace combined with the sword moves always makes me feel like I'm not going to get enough. What's going on?"

He picked up the formation manual and continued reading. It went on to talk about how to incorporate the acupuncture method of the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen into it.

When Mr. Mo Da saw the details, his hair stood on end.

The Thirteen Swords of Jingmen and the Hengshan Sword Technique are completely different systems. If you try to integrate them into a set of sword moves, it will often be slow and cumbersome. It is better to separate them.

But
The method recorded in this formation manual has nothing to do with mechanical imitation. The Xianyan Sword Path is integrated with that set of steps and can be perfectly matched with the acupuncture method!
The ingenuity of the integration of the three made Mo Da, the sword master, feel instantly shocked.

this.
The sea embraces all rivers and integrates the arts of hundreds of schools!

What vision and understanding this requires!
"Beyond the Hengshan Sword Technique, I know that I am far from being able to reach this level."

"Arong's eyesight has surpassed mine."

After all, Mo Da is a master of swordsmanship, and he also discovered a major problem.

When using the quick sword, the people on both sides are moving, and the swords on both sides are moving. Only by hitting the acupoints steadily can the overall coordination of the sword formation be maintained.

Hengshan swordsmanship is as steady as a rock and relatively smooth.

Hengshan sword moves are faster and hit acupoints quickly, so you can imagine how difficult it is.

This is more difficult than the Hengshan Sword Formation and ordinary disciples cannot do it.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo Da looked at the word "open your eyes" mentioned at the end of the formation manual.

"Wonderful!"

"If you have enough eyesight, you can run this formation!"

How could he not be surprised that such complicated things could be sorted out so clearly layer by layer?

If the sword formation is followed, seven people can indeed exert considerable power when they form a formation.

After reading it, Mr. Mo Da no longer felt the burden of "stealing skills from the Hengshan School".

This formation is different from the Hengshan formation.

Although he has not reached the level that the young master said, "I understand it immediately after looking at the formation diagram," Mr. Mo Da is still quite satisfied with his own comprehension.

After reading "Tan Zhong Sword", he turned to the next piece, "Tian Chi Sword".

With a glance, the old man's expression changed immediately.

Purple Cloud Sword Path? !
Moreover, it was a new set of steps, which, like the last time, were derived from the Hengshan Formation.

The sword techniques are different, the pace is different, the acupoints hit are different, so the acupoint hitting techniques are also different!
this.
Mr. Mo Da leaned under the lamp and rubbed his cloudy old eyes.

He did not use any more sword moves, but turned to the next sword formation: "Shangqu Sword".

This time, the sword technique used was not the Ziyun sword technique from the Sudden Rain Sword Technique, but the Anshang sword technique from the Wandering Dragon Changing Hands Sword Technique.

Then look at the "Zhangmen Sword" behind.

Disciples who want to hit the key acupoints of Zhangmen need to use the White Horse Sword Technique of the Youlong Sword.

Mr. Mo Da was shocked and looked at the several scores in Feng Qiaoyun's hands again.

as predicted.

One score, one sword, seven people, seven different styles!

Moreover, this quick sword technique of Youlong changing hands has been combined with Huifeng Luoyan sword technique, and there are many sword techniques of changing hands.

Disciples who use these four quick swords have advanced techniques in the formation and can suddenly switch hands, acupoints and change formations.

If four people each master the four repertoires, they can complete the Four Symbols Rotation, and when combined with another three people, they can create many more variations.

This will test the skills of the disciples who set up the formation.

He stroked his white beard and fell silent for a moment, finding it difficult to describe his feelings at the moment.

The more I delve into it, the heavier the sword manual in my hand feels.

They are clearly just a few pieces of paper, but they are heavier than a mountain.

This is almost the treasure of the mountain!
Mr. Mo Da turned to the cover and looked at the big words "Hengshan Jingmen Beidou Sword Formation".

It was casual at first, but now I feel a sense of awe.

I also understood the young master's intention.

Each man has his own sword, each with its own unique features, like the shining light of the Big Dipper. No wonder they are called the Seven Sons of Hengshan.

Feng Qiaoyun was a martial arts fanatic. She stared at the sword manual, slowly comprehending the mysteries contained in it. She was truly fascinated.

"Senior brother is truly a rare talent in the world."

Feng Qiaoyun smiled and said, "Master, I am so grateful that you accepted me as your disciple, otherwise I would have missed out on so much in my life."

"Although Dongfang Bubai is the best in the world and a powerful figure in the martial arts world, I admire my senior brother more."

"The best in the world also practices according to the original kung fu, but my senior brother is walking on his own path."

Mo Da laughed and said, "You can just say these compliments to me, don't say them in his ears."

"He is still young after all. Once his tail is up, he will dare to go to Blackwood Cliff to find Dongfang Bubai."

Feng Qiaoyun thought that the young master was a very steady person, and she did not quite agree with what the old master said, but she always respected her teacher and would not refute him on these trivial matters.

Then I heard Mo Da ask, "Did he say he was going down the mountain at the end of the year?"

"said."

"That's not many days left," Mo Da looked at the sword manual in his hand and said, "Call your second and third brothers and the seven people who are practicing the formation tomorrow. We have to hurry up."

The seven people each practiced a different score.

This sword formation has many wonderful aspects. Everyone practices the fast sword in a different way. Brainstorming can speed up progress and avoid detours.

It would not be nice if the young master came down the mountain and saw that everyone had made no progress.

Feng Qiaoyun immediately understood and responded with a smile.

After she left, Mr. Mo Da straightened his clothes and strode into the Hengshan Ancestral Temple with his head held high.

After burning a few incense sticks, the old man placed the formation chart on the incense and turned it a few times, bringing out the smell of incense.

"Master, Grandmaster, Granduncle"

"You guys can also take a look at this sword formation created by my good disciple. Is it acceptable?"

Mr. Mo Da showed off a few words.

Then he said seriously:

"Once the end of the year comes, disciples will formally select the 14th generation leader of Hengshan."

"My dear seniors, I'm sure you will be 100% satisfied."

"Arong is extremely talented, which is rare in the world. But he is still young, and there may be setbacks and disasters in the future."

"My dear ancestors, please protect him."

“May he grow up in peace.”

……

After two days of clear skies, the sky suddenly became cloudy again.

On the fifth day, snow fell again in Xiaoxiang.

The snow on Wushen Peak is even heavier.

At the top of the Tianzhu, there are several ice sculptures, some large and some small, on the steep cliffs.

Looking closely, it was seen to have been carved out by a sword.

At the end of the Shen time, three disciples from the post station braved the wind and snow, walked along the snowy road to the top of the mountain and delivered meals.

They were a group of new disciples who had arrived here. Several of them who had been at the foot of the mountain had been transferred to the sect’s headquarters.

This is a great job.

Besides delivering meals to the top of the mountain, if there were any questions about the internal energy techniques, the eldest brother would be able to answer them quickly and accurately whenever he asked one or two.

Although other seniors may also have a solution.

But everyone discovered.
The response given by the eldest brother often hits the point directly and makes people wake up instantly.

Afterwards, I practiced according to the method he taught me. As long as I was not too stupid, the problems that had puzzled me for a long time could basically be solved.

Guarding the mountain at the post station is not an easy job on weekdays, after all, this place is very remote.

But when it is time for the eldest senior brother to go into seclusion, the outer disciples who take turns to be here become the envy of others.

It wasn't dark yet, but there was so much frost and fog in the mountains that you couldn't see clearly beyond about ten feet.

At this moment
The three Hengshan disciples walked down the mountain while chatting happily.

"That's it, that's it!"

A disciple who was less than 30 years old said, "It turns out that I made a mistake in the way I exerted my strength. No wonder my sword moves were so weird."

"Big Brother is really amazing. He only asked me a few questions and asked me to use two moves, and then he saw the crux of the problem."

Another person exclaimed in amazement: "I just came back from Changde Prefecture. I haven't seen the eldest brother for a long time."

“I was really shocked when I saw this.”

"I also believe that the eldest brother is cooking the immortal stone white medicine in the mountains."

"Yeah yeah"

They chatted as they walked down the mountain, their figures disappeared in the frost and fog, and gradually even their voices could no longer be heard.

at this time
A light figure flashed behind a tree covered with crystal hoarfrost beside the mountain path.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked at the footprints on the snow and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Just at the hour of You, Zhao Rong returned to the cave.

While opening the lunch box, I was calculating the date to go down the mountain.

He pushed the storybook and music score on the fir table aside and took out the food from the lunch box.

Lamb, chicken, braised shrimp side dishes, and a stack of pickled beans.

Smelling the fragrance of the food, Zhao Rong comfortably took the teapot off the brazier, poured a bowl of hot tea, sat down and moved his chopsticks.

He hadn't even taken three bites of food when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked towards the mountain path.

Ok?
An unexpected guest came to the door.

Zhao Rong frowned. Several Hengshan disciples had just come down the mountain and he wondered if they had encountered any accidents.

The person who came did not hide his footsteps.

Although it was light, Zhao Rong could hear clearly every step the man took on the snow when he took a deep breath and listened carefully.

I also know that the other party will soon reach the section of the cliff with withered vines.

Zhao Rong held the sword in his hand.

He was familiar with the terrain, and as soon as the man moved forward ten feet into the dangerous area, he jumped down and attacked.

If the other party doesn't want to fall off the cliff, he will definitely be seriously injured by the sword.

He held his breath and there was no more sound in the cave.

All I could hear was the sound of wind and snow outside.

The man stopped and did not move forward. Zhao Rong was very patient. He stood at the entrance of the cave and waited quietly.

suddenly
Only a gentle and melodious voice penetrated the endless snowstorm:

"Hey, is Brother Hengshan at home?"

Zhao Rong was stunned.

"Not at home," he paused for a few seconds and answered.

Then he put the sword aside, sat back in his chair and went to eat.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and soon I heard a sound of something jumping. It touched the cliff and jumped into the cave lightly like a little wild cat.

She was wearing an embroidered dress with bright colors.

The wind and snow hit my body, making it look like it was embroidered with little white flowers.

There is a faint fragrance of grass and trees that even wind and snow cannot cover up.

At this moment, after Guzhai Xiaohua's big eyes swept around the stone cave, she looked at the boy who was eating without any reservation.

The boy's hair was slightly messy, with two strands of hair falling down his cheeks.

He was dressed rather lightly, and at this moment, accompanied by the stove and chandelier, he blended into the stone cave of the snow-capped mountains, like a hidden guest in the wind and snow, a person who lived in seclusion from the world.

I clearly eat the food of the world, but I can't figure it out. How can I not be polluted by the world? I have never been tainted by the worldly air.

The Miao girl is very good at making jokes.

But after seeing the young man in person.
I suddenly felt like three years had passed since I left Longquan. The old trees and the abandoned platform were gone, and everything and everyone had changed.

The boy is still the same boy, but he seems to be a different person from before.

She was shocked by Zhao Rong's temperament, and her heart trembled slightly. Before she could put down the two jars of wine in her hands, she asked casually:
"Hello, is Brother Hengshan here?"

When asking the question, those eyes blinked gently, and a few snowflakes fell from the eyelashes.

She noticed that the young man was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what she said.

In the eyes of the Miao girl, the young man suddenly smiled again, and this smile was like a sail returning from a distant port, and the hermit was again touched by the mundane world.

"Prince Hengshan is not here, but Prince Hao is here."

Zhao Rong joked and shifted his gaze to the wine.

Girl Lan patted her chest and chuckled. Her melodious voice echoed in the cave, which was a hundred times more pleasant than the sound of the cold wind and snow outside.

"I thought it was the wind and snow that hurt people's hearts, but it turns out that my sister didn't call me affectionate enough."

She sat on the stone bench, staring at Zhao Rong's face, and said in a somewhat strange tone:

"We also have elders in our ancient village who practice martial arts in seclusion, but they are different from you."

"How long have you been since you came back from the north?"

"Why do I feel so lost and sad when I see you? It's like a good friend has seen through the world and doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore."

She raised a jade hand with colorful sleeves to the edge of her eyes, pretending to be sad, but her eyes were full of smiles, looking extremely charming.

Zhao Rong glanced at her and then shifted his gaze to the food.

Youyou said:

"I don't know what kind of poison my sister used, it's really clever. My food was originally very delicious, why is it suddenly bland and tasteless?"

The Miao girl giggled and teased him, "Because my sister smells good."

"The spices of the ancient village overshadow the smell of fireworks."

Zhao Rong didn't understand the situation and smiled, "Wine is more fragrant."

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