Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 141: The Age of the Young Master! (8.137k)
On the Tingfeng Terrace in Hengshan Mountain.

Among the disciples, some were excited, some were confused, and some sighed.

At the end of the void, thousands of swords are everywhere.

It is not only a phantom sword, but also an unattainable dream.

It is difficult for ordinary people to reach this level in their lifetime.

When everyone looked at the young master, they all felt a sense of antiquity, as if they had returned to more than three hundred years ago.

They all felt that "People today no longer see the people of the ancient times, but the mountains and roads remain the same."

The first generation of Hengshan disciples must have stared at their sect's founder in the same way, breaking through the ever-changing clouds and mist, listening to the sword power of the divine peak, and getting a glimpse of the whole picture.

The mountains and rivers passing by seem like old acquaintances.

The ancient mirror that had been broken for three hundred years suddenly became round.

The young men here are more like the young ancestors.

The hearts of the disciples were like dumplings in a hot pot, constantly tumbling.

Feng Qiaoyun looked at the Five Gods Peak and said, "Brother, you are always at Tianzhu. Have you ever climbed the Hibiscus Purple Cap?"

Zhao Rong responded: "Climb all the Five Gods Peaks in one day."

Zhang Jingcheng, who had practiced the sword formation, pointed at the hole in his clothes under his armpit, with a puzzled look on his face:
"Brother, you blocked seven swords with one sword, and you already have the seventh sword. If this eighth sword is a fake move, how can it pierce through the clothes?"

"Yeah." Su Wanqiu, Ge Yuanying and others on the side were also puzzled.

Zhao Rong explained with a smile:

"If we follow the path of Huifeng Luoyan Sword, we can only stab out seven swords."

"This eighth sword can be transformed into a real sword. I relied on my current deeper power to stab with an ordinary fast sword method, not the Huifeng Luoyan sword method."

"The sword nine that I will demonstrate to you later is the standard Huifeng Luoyan sword."

He had a smile on his face, but felt a little depressed inside.

The two virtual swords on Jian Jiu are in line with Hengshan's method of connecting the virtual and the real.

The ingenuity of our predecessors is admirable.

But even Ouyang Hesong could see these two virtual lights clearly.

If these two are also real swords in this sword path, this set of swordsmanship will be greatly improved.

This time he understood the general situation, traced the roots, and understood the true meaning of Hengshan swordsmanship.

The original intention of the ancestors was to use the two virtual lights in the Luoyan Sword to create a gap for the younger generations to comprehend the power of the Shenfeng Sword.

What is needed is the word "enlightenment".

Master Mo is a little bit inferior in this regard. After sixty years, he is still the seventh sword master, but he has not grasped the destiny left by his ancestors.

Now Zhao Rong has obtained it.
but.
Sometimes the vague and unknown is more beautiful.

Knowing where the peak is, the subsequent path for sword training is very clear.

But we also have to think, where is the scenery after reaching the top?
Can it break through the 300-year-old inheritance of our sect?
This is the root of troubles, worrying about gains and losses, and wanting to get more.

Fortunately, he is a down-to-earth person. He can smile off any troubles and turn them into fighting spirit.

Zhao Rong looked towards the direction of the Five Gods Peak, his mind traveling between the past and the present.

The Master of Hengshan is waiting for me at the top of the mountain. I must compete with him!
After a while, the Hengshan disciples around came closer.

After the young master answered the questions, he began to instruct Junior Sister Wei Jin and others who were practicing sword formations.

Except for the seven of them, the others had never practiced this formation.

But they had all practiced the sword techniques in the formation.

If you listen carefully, you will find many benefits.

When some people heard the wonderful points, they couldn't help but ask.

Soon, the Tingfeng Terrace became noisy again.

Mi Weiyi said with bloodshot eyes, "Brother, can you promote the eye-point aspiration method?"

"The fast sword style that our sect practices, the seven of us are quite familiar with the wonderful use of eyesight."

"Okay," Zhao Rong arranged, "In the next period of time, those who want to practice this skill will come to the Hidden Sword Pavilion and open their eyes and enter the door one by one."

"You should not force yourself to practice this skill on a daily basis, but should do it step by step."

He added, "Our sect already has many fast sword techniques, most of which focus on form, but you must not neglect the cultivation of internal strength."

"Yes~!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Not long after, the disciples dispersed to practice again.

Zhao Rong found Feng Qiaoyun and listened to her talk about her fellow disciples’ daily practice.

He was pleased that
Disciples like Xi Mushu who are talented in palm techniques are no longer as obsessed with sword practice as they were before.

Fist, foot and palm techniques, external Kung Fu and light Kung Fu, either main or auxiliary, each has disciples who find the right direction to practice.

Although the results are not yet obvious, the idea of ​​teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and promoting development everywhere has laid the foundation.

Some disciples with less talent can flexibly move to the short distance and become the cornerstone in the future.

If you want to become a great sect in the world, this kind of foundation is indispensable.

Zhao Rong came to Qinxuan again.

"Master~!"

"Come with me."

Zhao Rong followed Mr. Mo Da all the way to the ancestral temple.

The master and the disciple burned incense together.

Inside the ancestral temple, Mr. Mo Da turned around and asked, "Ah Rong, if you climbed to the top of the Five Gods Peak, what would you like to do?"

When Zhao Rong saw the old man's cloudy eyes, he was slightly startled, but then he quickly reacted.

Master was also near the Tingfengtai just now, and must have heard what I said.

With Master’s understanding of our sect’s sword techniques, others may not understand my profound meaning, but Master can.

Thinking of this, my heart feels warm.

I know that the old man wants to take this opportunity to enlighten me.

So he smiled slightly, and looked at the ancestral tablet with respect in his eyes.

The warm fragrance floats in the air, curling up.

"Master, if you climb the Five Gods Peak, you will naturally want to see the scenery that our ancestors have never seen."

These majestic words made Mr. Mo Da feel happy and heroic, and all the worries in his heart were washed away.

I have a good disciple, how wonderful!
Mr. Mo Da no longer looked sad, nor did he answer, but smiled at the seniors.

After leaving the ancestral temple is the Yunwu Hall.

Mr. Mo Da said, "There is still no news about Dongfang Bubai. After killing someone in the plum forest of Yanjin, he may have returned to Blackwood Cliff."

Zhao Rong understood what he meant and said with a smile:

"Master, don't mind this one-time ceremony. When you retire in the future, you can invite all your friends and guests and hold a grand ceremony."

"Now it's attracting a lot of attention. If Dongfang Bubai travels south and hears the news and comes to join in the fun, it will be very bad."

"Hey," Mr. Mo Da patted the armrest, "Your cautious nature is good, but it's really not pleasant to be disturbed by Dongfang Bubai."

"I don't want to lose even a little of what our sect should give you."

Zhao Rong poured him a cup of tea and said, "Master, how can I not understand your love and care?"

Mr. Mo Da looked at him, nodded again, and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Then he took out a thin booklet from his sleeve.

"Here, here's what you want."

Zhao Rong took it and opened it, and saw that it was the "Entry-level Sword Skills Assessment Template" that he asked Master Mo to prepare.

The inner part is a simplified modification of the basic sword technique, which neither reveals the secrets of the school's sword technique nor fails to progress step by step.

The purpose is to select disciples who have a affinity with Hengshan swordsmanship and are good at practicing swordsmanship.

Although it would be more time-consuming to accept and examine disciples in this way, the three sects are now united and have enough manpower, so they will always be able to take care of it.

"Master, you have worked hard."

Zhao Rong looked through it from beginning to end and nodded continuously.

Mo Da had a hint of pride on his face. "I am old now, and I can't accomplish great things, but I can still do this little thing."

Although he said it was a “small matter”, he actually put a lot of thought into it.

The introduction of fresh blood cannot be taken lightly.

Ever since Zhao Rong mentioned this matter before the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, he has been studying and sorting it out, and only completed it a few days ago.

Mr. Mo Da looked at his disciple nodding repeatedly and felt very proud.

The young master's vision has almost reached the top of Mount Heng.

Just like the young master.

His approval is almost equivalent to the approval of Hengshan Patriarch.

In this way, his personal achievements obviously surpassed those of his master, great-grandmaster, and great-uncle-grandmaster.

This small book contains Mr. Mo Da's understanding of Hengshan swordsmanship.

After reading it, Zhao Rong roughly understood the level of his master.

So while he talked about the benefits of the contents of this thin book, he also interspersed the power of the divine peak that he had realized.

He spoke seriously, and Mr. Mo Da was able to get some inspiration from him.

However.
In the end, it turned into a long sigh.

He had also experienced this kind of inspiration when practicing, but it was difficult to grasp it.

Understanding is something that cannot be forced.

For the next five days, Zhao Rong stayed in Cangjian Pavilion, assisting his disciples in practicing the Eye Point Qi-increasing Method, and discussed with Quan Ziju and others about opening the mountain gate and recruiting disciples after the New Year.

It is impossible for Zhao Rong to do everything himself.

The entry-level sword-fighting assessment template written by Master Mo has been reproduced more than a dozen times and implemented by Cheng Mingyi and Quan Ziju on some of their fellow disciples.

They will then be responsible for screening new recruits.

Today, the Hengshan Sect’s influence in the south is greater than ever before, and more subordinate forces have come to pay homage to the sect, allowing them to gain a large amount of resources.

A group of outer sect disciples were promoted to inner sect.

There are vacancies in the outer sect, and these vacancies need to be filled, and we are also thinking of recruiting some younger people.

The scale of recruiting disciples this time was not too large, but it was far larger than before.

……

On the evening two days before the New Year, Zhao Rong and Feifei were chatting about swordsmanship as they walked from their grandfather's side towards the backyard of Tongfu Inn.

suddenly,

There was a commotion at the west pier.

"The fight started!"

The onlookers shouted excitedly, and the sound spread into Hengyang City.

"Who started the fight?"

"One side is from the Hengshan Sect. I don't know who the other side is. He is wearing blood-red clothes."

When someone heard the words "blood-stained clothes", they were horrified: "Could it be the devil sect?"

The noise was so loud that Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan naturally heard it.

"Brother Rong, go quickly."

She was not as good as Zhao Rong in martial arts, so she hurriedly told him to go first.

Zhao Rong nodded and rushed towards the west of the city.

Soon, the sound of weapons clashing was heard.

As the sun sets, Luosu Wharf is immersed in the sunset glow.

There were many people watching the show around, and from afar they saw that seven or eight Hengshan disciples had forced the man from the dock to a small boat.

"Plop!"
The fisherman on the boat was kicked into the water by the man. He was covered in blood-red clothes, stole the boat, and wanted to leave immediately.

He rowed the boat hard and moved it ten feet away from the shore, then turned around and cursed.

"You're looking for death! Who will have a good ending if they mess with my cult?"

When they heard that he was a member of the Demonic Cult, everyone around him shrank their necks.

In recent days, due to Dongfang Bubai's fall from the cliff, the influence of the Demon Cult has greatly increased. Except for the major sects of the righteous path, the rest of the people have to think twice even if they encounter the fringe members of the Demon Cult.

The man who robbed the boat wielded a sword in one hand and a pure steel cymbal in the other, and was wearing a blood-red monk's robe.

He fought against many disciples of Hengshan, and everyone knew that he was not easy to mess with.

Some people who were planning to catch up by boat stopped when they heard his shouting.

Especially his blood-stained clothes, which was really frightening.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that at this moment, Dongfang Bubai is covered in blood and killing people all over the Yanjin Meridian Forest!
However, some people are not afraid.

The seven Hengshan disciples on the river bank fiddled with the boat and shouted, "Don't let the thieves escape."

When Monk Xibao saw that they were really going to chase him, his expression changed slightly.

In his early years, he traveled around the world in this blood-red monk's robe. Now that he has gained the power of the Eastern Sect Leader, people in the world respect him even more.

He really enjoyed this kind of deterrence.

But he didn't expect that he would be caught up by the people from Hengshan School just after leaving a signal mark in Hengyang City.

Although there were seven or eight second-generation disciples from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Monk Xibao really didn't take them seriously.

Two years ago, in an inn in Qingzhou Prefecture, he killed all six Taishan disciples who were causing trouble.

The Hengshan School is not as good as the Taishan School.

In his opinion, these seven people were just seeking death.

He planned to kill these seven people before leaving, just in time to cater to the momentum of the Eastern Sect Leader. However, when they fought, the situation was far beyond his expectations.

The swords of these Hengshan disciples are much faster than those of Taishan disciples, and they are really difficult to deal with.

If he didn't have this unique weapon, he would have been injured long ago with the defense of the pure steel cymbals to block the fast sword.

"What bad luck! We ran into Hengshan's elite!"

Thinking this in my mind, I immediately began to consider backing out.

So they fought and fled, and robbed the ship along the way.

I revealed my identity in order to make them wary, but I didn't expect these people to keep pursuing me.

Are these people from the Hengshan School so bold?
Monk Xibao hurriedly rowed the boat another two meters.

At this time, it drifted eastward along the current and quickly left the shore. His boat was small and light, so it was impossible for the seven people behind him to catch up.

"Fuck you, you birdmen from the Hengshan Sect, you have offended the Divine Religion, just wait for me!"

Monk Xibao then stood at the bow of the boat and cursed and uttered harsh words.

Suddenly, I heard several calls of "Big Brother" from the shore.

Another "whoosh" sound was heard!
The yellow bamboo pole that was supporting the boat on the shore fell into the water and floated rapidly towards him.

Immediately, he saw a green shadow flying and stepping onto the roof of a boat on the river bank. The next step he took was stepping onto a bamboo pole in the water. With splashing water and dispersing the evening smoke, he jumped onto his boat in one go!
Monk Xibao was amazed by this skill and knew that the man was a strong enemy.

But when I looked closely, it was a young boy's face!
"who are you?"

He was deeply afraid, holding the steel bowl in one hand and the long sword in the other, looking for flaws in the young man.

Monk Xibao looked at many flaws and the more he looked, the more something seemed wrong.

As there were more and more flaws, he felt that there was a trick and did not dare to stab out with the sword.

Monk Xibao was looking at Zhao Rong, and Zhao Rong was also looking at him.

The only thing on his body that made Zhao Rong take a closer look was the blood-stained shirt.

"I also want to ask who you are and which branch of the Demon Cult you belong to?"

Monk Xibao frowned when he heard this, as he remembered that he just heard someone calling him "Big Brother".

A memory suddenly flashed through my mind.

"It turned out to be the senior brother from Hengshan. He is quite famous in the martial arts world. Although he looks young, his lightness skills were not fake. Taoist Yulin and Qiu Songnian are not here."

'If I can't find an opportunity to attack him by surprise, it's best to scare him away.'

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he secretly regretted being too careless in Hengyang City. If he had left earlier, he would not have encountered this trouble.

It’s really because the Eastern Patriarch gave me too much confidence.

"Boy, it seems you know a lot."

"Then I won't play tricks with you. I came to Hengyang to find the traitors of the Demon Cult. I am following the orders of the White Tiger Hall, and the White Tiger Hall obeys the orders of the General Manager."

"If you hinder my work, you will offend Manager Yang."

"Seeing that you know something about the Divine Religion, you must know how much trouble this will bring to the Hengshan Sect!"

He said in a deep voice: "I, Xibao, have been traveling around the world for many years, but I have never seen a young man like you. I advise you not to make mistakes."

After Monk Xibao finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him smile.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out the other party's attitude.

But he kept his eyes on the opponent's vital points and was ready to stab him with a sword at any time.

"Didn't Fenglei Hall handle the task of finding the traitor in Hengyang City? Has the misunderstanding between Chief Butler Yang and Elder Tong been resolved?"

Monk Xibao was startled and understood what the other party meant:
"You actually know what happened on Blackwood Cliff."

Zhao Rong didn't respond, and asked again: "Has the Eastern Patriarch returned to Blackwood Cliff?" "There is no place in this world that the Eastern Patriarch cannot go. He can come and go freely in your Hengshan Sect."

He took advantage of the situation to threaten, but Zhao Rong pretended not to hear, "What traitor are you trying to catch? How can you be sure he's in Hengyang?"

"If someone is lost in Hengyang, then we should look for him in Hengyang."

Monk Xibao changed the subject and said with a smile:

"The Hengshan Sect has been operating in Hengyang City for a long time. If you can send the two traitors, one old and one young, here and execute them on the Dragon Boat Festival, Chief Steward Yang will definitely be happy."

"I will teach you someday."

His words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly noticed that the young man in front of him had frosty eyes.

His heart started beating suddenly, and he took the initiative to attack, stabbing his opponent's heart with the long sword in his hand!
"Dang~!"

When the two swords collided, Monk Xibao was shocked, and the strong force made his palm numb!
There is no room to jump or hide on this small boat.

He also knew that the Hengshan School used fast swords, and he suffered a loss in this sword encounter. He knew that his next sword could not be faster than his opponent.

So he held the steel bowl in his left hand for defense and pretended to smash the long sword coming from the front.

It would be best to break the rapier and turn the situation around.

However.
Monk Xibao was in a trance, with the Xiang River reflected in his eyes, and groups of sword lights rising from the water.
The water and sword shadows dazzled him!
"What kind of move is this!"

He shouted in surprise and the steel bowl in his hand hit nothing.

When he came to his senses, Monk Xibao frowned.

He just felt a slight pain in his chest, but the pain was not very obvious.

There was no sword in the heart, and no cut in the throat.

Could it be that the steel bowl I hit just now didn’t hit empty space?
Looking at the young man at the bow again, Monk Xibao became more vicious in a trance, and he drew his sword with his right hand, intending to stab again.

Suddenly found out,

I couldn't mobilize any of my internal energy at all!

Even the body cannot move.

The Qi and blood in the Ren and Du meridians are rushing around in the body.

Just like Ouyang Hesong at that time, the acupoints of Monk Xibao became fatal points at the right time.

At this time, being hit by the sword would cause serious injury, let alone being hit by the powerful sword of energy.

"Bang~!"

The steel bowl smashed onto the boat. Monk Xibao didn't have the same strength as Ouyang Hesong, so he fell into the boat without saying a word.

Zhao Rong turned over the body and checked the sword wounds on the acupoints.

"Yes, the wound is one inch smaller than that time."

"There was very little bleeding."

Zhao Rong smiled with satisfaction, feeling that he had made considerable progress in hitting the vital points with the sword.

But he soon frowned again.

According to Ouyang Hesong, my wound is half an inch larger than his.

I am still not proficient enough in the method of inflating the eye points and hitting the death points.

This requires more practice.

Zhao Rong knew the nickname of Monk Xibao, and he was mixed up with Yan Sanxing, Tongbai Shuangqi and others.

This group of fringe members of the Demon Cult are a level inferior to Huang He Patriarch and his men.

But each of them has their own unique tricks and is not so easy to deal with.

"It's really strange that Yang Lianting is still sending people to look for Qu Zhiyin at this time."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and rowed the boat to the shore while thinking.

The people watching the excitement at Luosu Wharf had not yet dispersed. The fight just now took place in the river and was too far away to be seen clearly. However, when Senior Brother Hengshan used his Qing Kung Fu to board the boat, everyone could see this stunning glimpse clearly.

At this time, seeing the blood-red monk's robe lying on the boat, he guessed the fate of this evil thief.

"Big Brother!"

Seven Hengshan disciples stepped forward together.

Zhao Rong glanced around briefly. They also knew that there were many people around and they didn't say much. They just carried the body of Monk Xibao away.

After Zhao Rong and the others had all left, there was a lot of discussion near the dock.

A man with a Jingchu accent said:

"This evil monk from the Demon Sect is very skilled. I just saw him on the upper dike, smashing things with a steel bowl in one hand. Several Hengshan disciples were so fast with their swords that I was dazzled, but they were unable to take down the evil monk."

"But he ran into this Young Master Zhao. Before he could even urinate, the evil monk was dead!"

"No matter how powerful the evil monk is, he is only one," the Hengzhou native said arrogantly, "Young Master Zhao can beat eight of his kind."

A bearded martial artist wearing short sleeves in the middle of winter, exposing his chest muscles, mocked:
"That evil sect thief thought that the word 'evil sect' could scare everyone, but the Hengshan disciples are really great."

"These evil cult thieves rely on their superior martial arts skills. They are all so arrogant, but I won't accept it!"

His voice was so loud that the bystanders hurriedly fled from him when they heard it.

Towards the city gate, the Hengshan disciples carried Monk Xibao in as if he were carrying a dead pig.

Passersby looked on in excitement, and the fortune teller at the stall with signs displaying "divine lessons", "fortune-telling" and "answering questions" saw this scene.

He sneered:
"That evil monk in red came to me for fortune-telling. I told him that he would have a bloody disaster today, and he started cursing loudly. But I was right."

He spoke very loudly, and immediately several people came to him to ask for fortune-telling.

……

Zhao Rong separated from the Hengshan disciples who were carrying the corpse, and left two of them to lead him to the place where the conflict first occurred.

I immediately saw the secret code left by Monk Xibao.

"Brother Rong, these people are not the same group as the ones who left the mark before."

After everyone around them left, Qu Feiyan whispered, "I could understand the secret code of the previous group, but my grandfather didn't teach me this one, so I can't understand it."

She explained the difference to Zhao Rong and analyzed:

"If the Demon Cult has a new code for contact, then the person who wanted to bring my grandfather to meet him before might have known him before, so he used the old code. Monk Xibao is not just looking for someone alone."

"Ah."

"As long as they can be recognized, they will all be destroyed. It would be best if your grandfather doesn't see them."

The girl smiled and nodded.

Zhao Rong's horizons were broader, because when he thought of the appearance of the Saint Lady, he immediately thought of "Guangling San".

She wants to ask Qu Zhiyin for Guangling San?

Did you notice that Lao Ren was in Meizhuang?

Perhaps the only Guangling San in the world is "Gao Shan Liu Shui".

Xiang Wentian didn't have the ability to get this music score, so it was most likely found by the Saint Lady.

This allowed the fugitive Xiang Wentian to obtain the four treasures.

Now the situation of Hengshan Sect has changed drastically, Gao Shan Liu Shui is studying The Smiling Proud Wanderer, so it is natural that Saint Aunt's people run into obstacles everywhere.

Guangling San is no longer available.

However, it is hard to say what the outcome of Lao Ren's comeback will be now.

It is difficult to guess what Dongfang Bubai will do after he climbed down the cliff once.

No matter how perfect the Star-Absorbing Technique is, it is of little use if it cannot absorb people.

Since Monk Xibao was sent by the White Tiger Hall, he was probably keeping an eye on the Saint Lady's actions at this point.

Zhao Rong thought about a lot of things, some of which he understood, but some of which he was still confused about.

After returning to the sect's headquarters, he found Quan Ziju and asked him to send more people in the next few days to check whether there are people like Monk Xibao.

The next day.

To the west of Hengyang City, a man with slightly sparse hair hurriedly boarded the ship with the caravan.

Only then did Sha Tianjiang feel at ease.

Yesterday evening he was eating pork liver soup near the city's west pier when he saw an astonishing show.

Others don’t know Monk Xibao, but he does!

What I didn't expect was.
Monk Xibao was killed by that young man!

"What an amazing Qinggong!"

Sha Tianjiang happened to see that stunning glimpse, and felt very depressed, as his skills after more than forty years were not as good as that of a teenager.

"His skills are definitely not inferior to mine."

"Leader Zuo is really far-sighted. No wonder he sent me south to investigate."

Thinking of this, he was shocked again, "This person used rumors to hide the truth, just like the Hengshan School's swordsmanship, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, he is really good at hiding."

"If it weren't for Alliance Leader Zuo's warning, I would have tried to test him, and without knowing his strength, I would have suffered a great loss."

"This trip to Hengyang was like passing through the gates of hell."

"The matter of Monk Xibao will certainly alert the Hengshan Sect. If they send more people, I won't be able to hide anymore."

Sha Tianjiang has been in the underworld for decades, and if he had not been careful, he would have died long ago.

The unfamiliar Hengshan Sect terrified him.

He was eager to return home and did not dare to take any credit for himself.

……

On the last day of the year, the Hengshan Sect was very lively.

Before the New Year last year, there was still gossip in Hengyang city.

Discuss which of the three veins of Hengshan Mountain is the strongest and which is the weakest.

These distracting discussions can no longer be heard today.

It's time.

In the ancestral temple behind the Yunwu Hall of the Hengshan Sect, Mr. Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng, Lu Lianrong, and Fang Qianju have all arrived.

There were a total of 189 inner and outer disciples.

It has been a long time since so many disciples have come together to worship at the ancestral temple!
Recalling the time when we burned incense last year, the disciples of the three sects came one after another and engaged in heated arguments in the ancestral temple.

Today is surprisingly quiet.
However, the hearts of the Hengshan disciples were burning with enthusiasm.

How could they not know what changes have taken place in the sect?

"Burning incense to the ancestors of Hengshan Mountain!"

In the ancestral temple, there were four people from the 13th generation of Hengshan holding incense, while there was only Zhao Rong from the 14th generation of Hengshan holding the big incense.

Mr. Mo Da, Mr. Liu Sanye, Lu Lianrong and Fang Qianju were the first to insert the incense into the incense burner.

Clouds of green smoke linger above the ancestral tablets.

After burning incense, the four of them stood on both sides.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young master standing in front of the disciples.

Mr. Mo Da was serious and his old voice echoed in the ancestral hall:

"Please bear witness to all the predecessors of this sect. From this moment on, Zhao Rong, the fourteenth generation disciple of Hengshan, will be the senior brother of this sect."

"Greetings, disciples!"

Zhao Rong turned around holding the big incense stick in his hand, and the 189 disciples present shouted in unison:
"I've met senior brother!"

The sound is deafening!
They bowed and Zhao Rong returned the greeting.

Mr. Mo Da looked solemn: "Master Brother, lead the fourteenth generation of disciples to burn incense."

Zhao Rong bowed to Mo Da and then to his three uncles.

Master Liu San and Fang Qianju smiled slightly, and the golden-eyed crow's yellow eyes were fixed on the young man.

There was a deep sense of admiration in his eyes.

The young head of Hengshan took a step forward, walked to the center, raised the incense and saluted towards the tablet in the ancestral temple.

All the disciples followed him and completed the sacrificial ceremony.

If it weren't a critical period, I would have to meet many guests from surrounding prefectures later.

Now, under the influence of Dongfang Bubai, they did not start a large-scale war.

After Zhao Rong inserted the big incense into the incense burner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After becoming the head of the sect, he immediately announced one thing:

"After this year's New Year, in addition to the outer and inner disciples, our sect will also recruit Hengshan True Disciples."

When the disciples heard this, their eyes lit up.

The so-called true teachings are the Hengshan true teachings, not the direct teachings from a certain lineage.

At the end of the previous year, the three veins separated.

Now that true disciples have been established, it represents the unification of the three lineages, and from now on there will be no more distinction between lineages.

There was a tacit understanding between them before, but now it is exposed.

Mr. Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng and Lu Lianrong remained silent.

If you don't say anything, it means you agree.

This means that the Hengshan School has officially ushered in a new pattern at the end of the year.

The three meridians become one, this is the era of the young master.

Zhao Rong met everyone's gaze and said:
"For true disciples, there will be an election every year, based on their individual martial arts skills."

"The true disciples selected this year are Feng Qiaoyun, Cheng Mingyi, Xiang Danian, Ai Gencai, Xi Mushu, Mi Weiyi, and Guo Yuying."

Apart from Zhao Rong, these people's kung fu is the most outstanding, so naturally there will be no objection.

Moreover, new goals were set for them.

Zhao Rong said again:

"Our sect currently has seven types of fast swords, so we specially forged seven magical weapons and named them after the different sword techniques."

"In the future, the strongest swordsman of each school will hold this magical weapon and become the Seven Swords of Hengshan to protect the sect and eliminate demons and evil."

"Yes!"

The disciples responded excitedly.

Mr. Mo Da took advantage of the situation and said, “Pray to the ancestral temple again!”

This time, Master, Uncle and all the Hengshan disciples came to greet each other together.

The New Year's Eve ceremony was completed peacefully.

Mr. Mo Da also took out the so-called surprise and handed Zhao Rong a few scroll-like things.

"Open it and take a look."

"Yes."

Zhao Rong opened four ancient scrolls in succession and discovered that they were sword manuals.

"Is this the manual of the Five Divine Swords?" Zhao Rong's eyes lit up.

"It's a sword manual," Master Liu San came up, "but it's just ordinary sword moves, not a one-stop sword manual."

"The Hibiscus Sword you are looking at now was given to me by my master."

"He asked me to climb Furong Peak, feel the peak, and comprehend a move to cover the entire journey, but I couldn't do it."

Uncle Liu smiled and shook his head, not feeling ashamed of it.

Because he had no interest in this sword move.

Zhao Rong flipped through the next score, and Lu Lianrong's eyes rolled. "This score is the Shilin Divine Sword, which was passed down to me by my master."

"Now it is in your hands."

"If you can understand the essence of it, I will admire you."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Lu, how many times have you climbed Shilin Peak?"

"Not even once." The Golden-Eyed Crow laughed.

Mr. Mo Da said: "The Tianzhu Divine Sword and the Zigai Divine Sword are in my hands. These four manuals were left by your master."

"This skill covers all the way. It was originally in the hands of my great master, but the inheritance was cut off after he participated in the Huashan War. My master only has the sword skills, but he didn't learn the essence."

All three looked at Zhao Rong.

The implication is: you have to work hard.

"What about Zhurong Sword?"

"It's gone," Mo Da said with a look of regret, "The sword manual was with my master, so it was lost. Not even the sword moves are left."

Xiang Danian and others who were listening attentively were choked when they heard the words.

“If we only talk about sword moves, the Five Divine Swords are not unique, but each move can be transformed into one move. When you practice to this level, the Five Divine Swords will be completely different.”

Mr. Mo Da had not dared to teach the sword manual before, for fear that the moves would restrict him.

Now that Zhao Rong has seen the limits of Hengshan swordsmanship, he naturally has no more concerns.

Zhao Rong took the four volumes of sword manual in his hand.

The sword moves of Zhurong's magic sword can only be practiced at the Cliff of Repentance.

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