Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 142 The essence of life! (8.071k)
Mr. Liu Sanye was still wearing the same brown silk robe.

He has been studying music lately, obsessed with it, but not losing weight at all. His belly is round and his face looks plump.

The ceremony at the ancestral temple has come to an end, and in a trance, even the important matters of the fourteenth generation of Hengshan have been decided.

Good times cannot be retained and time is unforgiving.

Seeing the young master so heroic, holding four volumes of the Divine Sword Manual in his hands, full of sword energy, the Third Master felt emotional and recalled the past.

He stroked his short beard and glanced at his fellow brothers and sisters.

Mr. Liu sighed:
"The moons are similar every month, but they are different every year. Looking into an ancient mirror in the morning, I look like an old man in old age."

Fang Qianju also said:
"Brother, what you said is very true. This floating life is like water under the ice, flowing eastward day and night without anyone knowing."

Then, the master patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and said to the disciples with a smile: "The heavy responsibility of promoting our sect still depends on you."

Lu Lianrong narrowed his eyes and spoke with a playful tone:

"Now that I know that I have wasted my time and failed my elders, am I also filled with sadness?"

Zhao Rong quickly came back to his senses from his thoughts.

start again?

It's a great day, why make it as unhappy as in previous years?

Zhao Rong secretly complained and prepared to speak out to dissuade him.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu Sanye and Fang Qianju were not angry at all.

The Third Master shook his head. "It has nothing to do with sadness or joy. I just recalled the past."

He spread his palms out in front of him, as if holding a jar, "Back then, Master pickled a whole jar of turnips, and we stole most of them. Looking back, the taste was so delicious that even delicacies from land and sea cannot compare to it now."

Fang Qianju agreed: "I remember that my great-grandmaster had a jar of fine wine, which I dug out when I was planting plum blossoms. The wine jar was ancient, and the fragrance was so strong that it was even unsealed."

"I drank it all in one gulp and fell drunk beside the plum tree."

"When I woke up and saw my uncle master, I thought it was an evil ghost in my dream."

At this point, Uncle Fang laughed.

Mr. Mo Da also looked nostalgic as he looked at the most familiar figures on the tablets in the ancestral temple.

"On Tianzhu Peak, the setting sun and fragrant grass, the sparse woods and late crows, resting at the post station, in front of the sword dance pavilion."

It talks about the scene of practicing sword with his master and grandmaster in the past.

Even the golden-eyed crow, who likes to be sarcastic, didn't make any jokes or ridicules at this time.

His yellow eyes were fixed on the tablet, his voice still as low and hoarse as ever.

His eyes were filled with nostalgia, but he said:

“Time will never stop passing, but we must never stand still and forget that aging is coming upon us.”

“If everyone is lazy and indolent, how can we carry on the legacy of our ancestors?”

After Lu Lianrong finished speaking, he glanced at several of his fellow brothers.

Then he whispered to Zhao Rong, "Find some time to go to Danzhen Pavilion today."

Zhao Rong nodded in response.

Lu Lianrong left the ancestral temple first. Ai Gencai and the others hesitated for a moment, and Zhao Rong raised his hand to signal them, and then they followed him.

Mr. Liu San took two steps closer and came to Zhao Rong's side.

He smiled:
"Nephew, my elder brother asked me for the Hibiscus Sword Manual. When I heard that it was for you, I agreed without hesitation. Now I don't have any other martial arts books to give you."

"Looking at the world, you are also the best candidate for the 14th generation leader of our sect."

"All the Hengshan ancestors have witnessed it, and they must be happy today. If Uncle Master doesn't come up with a prize, Master and Grandmaster will definitely say that I, Liu San, am stingy."

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hand: "If Master-Uncle is stingy, there will be no generous people in the world."

Uncle Liu's face flushed and he took something out from his sleeve.

You can tell from his expression that he is extremely confident about the value of such a thing.

Three ancient characters are written on the cover.

"Guangling San".

Uncle Liu was full of praise: "This piece is not only extremely elegant, but also full of the spirit of indignation and unyielding spirit, with brilliant and colorful swords and spears running wildly."

"The treasure of Ji Kang is now entrusted to you."

The ancient books are old and not burned.

Zhao Rong was shocked, realizing that this was not the Liu family edition.

Both Gao Shan Liu Shui and others love Ji Kang. This is the only copy from the tomb that they have obtained, so you can imagine how precious it is.

His first reaction was to refuse.

Just take a recorded copy of Guangling San, how can you take away what someone loves.

However, when he saw Mr. Liu Sanye's flashing eyes, he suddenly realized the deeper meaning of the song.

The things entrusted by the uncle-master were the fellow disciples of the Liu Mansion.

Zhao Rong took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, uncle master. This song is very precious. I will treasure it."

"Okay," he patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder, and said, "Come to my house when you have time."

Fang Qianju also said: "My nephew, I have a jar of the best green plum wine. If you come to see me tonight and we all enjoy the night music, I will definitely treat you with this good wine."

The teacher uncle was still thinking about that laugh from the sea.

How could Zhao Rong not guess, "Uncle Master, besides green plums, do you use anything else in your green plum wine?"

"Only greengage."

"Not beautiful."

Fang Qianju was curious, "What is the best way to soak?"

Zhao Rong said: "Green Snake, Green Plum and Toad Wine."

The teacher laughed immediately: "You are just joking. How can you drink poisoned wine?"

Fang Qianju just thought that Zhao Rong was refusing. He was a carefree person and naturally would not force it.

The people from Liu's house left soon. There were many guests coming to congratulate them at the end of the year, and everyone had to be busy.

Some disciples live close to home, and after paying homage to their ancestors at the end of the year, they will go home to visit their relatives.

Zhao Rong and Mr. Mo Da went to the main hall next to Tingfengtai to meet the guests who came to celebrate the New Year.

If there are few people and they are distinguished guests, they are usually received in Luguan Pavilion.

There was a wide range of guests coming to celebrate the New Year, so they were arranged in the spacious Hengshan Hall.

He didn't show his face last year.

Now that the ceremony at the ancestral temple has been completed, the eldest brother, the future helmsman of Hengshan, must meet with the representatives of the subordinate forces.

This time, the number of people in Hengshan Hall was several times more than in previous years.

Some of the guests were going to visit Liu Mansion and Lu Lianrong, but now they came to Hengshan Hall first.

Since they rely on the Hengshan Sect, they will naturally pay attention to any movement in their sect.

Now that they have a headmaster, the guests who come to congratulate them are not worried but happy instead.

The previous split of the three veins greatly weakened the power of Hengshan.

They rely on the Hengshan Sect, so naturally they hope that this tree will grow thicker and stronger.

In previous years, Cheng Mingyi, Lu Songfeng and others mostly hosted guests at the Hengshan Hall, and sometimes Mr. Mo Da did not even show up.

This was also the reason why the leader’s lineage was not very prosperous before.

"Brother, that's the Xihe Chamber of Commerce in Baoqing Prefecture."

"They were in the Xinhua area, doing tea trading, and a lot of Xiangfei tea was sold to various places through their hands."

"The Xihe Chamber of Commerce was unstable before, and several presidents were killed by the Dashishan Gang. Fourteen years ago, Master killed the leader of the mountain gang, and the Chamber of Commerce has been visiting every year since then."

Zhao Rong showed up in the hall, but he did not recognize everyone one by one.

As for trivial chats, let's leave it to Lu Songfeng and Xi Mushu.

Considering one's status in the world.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect has now joined forces with Shaolin and Wudang, and is one of the leading factions of the righteous path.

Looking across the entire south, no force can compare to the Hengshan Sect.

The next generation leader of Hengshan will be the absolute top of the southern martial arts world.

This time they were able to meet the young leader of Hengshan, and their trip was considered a success.

For a deeper relationship, it depends on chance.

Cheng Mingyi's careful introduction left a deep impression on Zhao Rong.

Occasionally he looked in the direction Cheng Mingyi introduced and made eye contact with the guests over there.

What surprised him a little was that some seemingly ordinary small chambers of commerce actually had a history of hundreds of years.

Xiangfei tea has existed since the Tang Dynasty, and the Xihe Chamber of Commerce has been dealing in this tea for more than 150 years.

Even such a chamber of commerce could not do anything to those thieves and bandits.

It can be seen that the world is dangerous.

“How many people were there last year?”

"There are people coming before and after the New Year. On the last day of the New Year alone, there are about 40 to 50 people."

Cheng Mingyi said: "In addition to the local forces in Hengzhou Prefecture, there are also nearby prefectures such as Yuanzhou Prefecture, Linjiang Prefecture, Ji'an Prefecture, Fuzhou Prefecture, and Baoqing Prefecture."

He frowned:
"This year is very different. There are more than 200 people here, some of whom came from far away."

"For example, the people at Meixian Medicine Store are similar to the people in Wuyi Mountain in northern Fujian. They speak with a northern Fujian accent and are from Youxi Yanping Prefecture. The largest part of their business is Ganoderma lucidum, as well as some rare medicinal materials."

Zhao Rong looked at Meixian Pharmacy. "Yanping Prefecture is close to Fuzhou. We have to go through the whole Ji'an. Do you know why they came here?"

"It has a lot to do with my brother."

"Oh?" Zhao Rong said with a smile, "Could it be that the news from Xiaoyaojin has spread to Fujian?"

Cheng Mingyi nodded: "It's been a long time since we've seen a battle between good and evil on this scale. The martial artists are spreading the news, and the martial arts world is in an uproar."

"When Senior Brother took action at Juewu Mountain, martial artists from all corners of the world saw it with their own eyes. This influence far exceeded Senior Brother's killing of the Demon Sect master in Hengzhou Prefecture."

"The medicinal materials business of Meixian Pharmacy is large-scale, and it is very easy for the fringe members of the Demon Cult to target them."

"On normal days, they can still organize their own people to deal with it. But now that Dongfang Bubai has descended from the cliff and is now a powerful figure in the martial arts world, some of the gang members in the medicine store are either afraid of death or are willing to work for them only if they demand a sky-high price. And those fringe members of the demon sect are even more rampant."

"The Five Mountains Sword Sect has always been at odds with the Demon Sect. Now that Senior Brother's name has spread across the martial arts world, they have more confidence in our sect."

"That's why I traveled thousands of miles to come and pay respects to the mountain on the last day of the new year."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of the monk Xibao, "These fringe members of the evil sect are really crazy to the extreme."

"They are committing evil everywhere. The southern forces are desperate, otherwise they would not have come to us from thousands of miles away for surrender."

Cheng Mingyi smiled and didn't say anything else.

Compared with the cruel methods of the Demon Cult, the Hengshan Sect is a standard and upright sect.

In fact, there are far more forces that want to surrender than the Hengshan Palace at this time, but the subordinate forces must also be screened and considered, and they simply do not accept gifts from some people.

The banquet started around noon, and the Hengshan Hall became much more lively.

When toasting and drinking with each other, Zhao Rong did not put on airs at all and was very respectful to these guests who came to celebrate the New Year.

But no matter how polite he is, his identity cannot be changed.

Even he himself didn't realize it.

His status as the sect's eldest brother and his superb martial arts skills make him exude an aura naturally, and from the perspective of a visitor, it is quite clear.

In the bustling hall, all the guests were in awe of the young master.

The banquet ended happily.

Zhao Rong returned to Cangjian Pavilion and fed Abao some winter bamboo shoots.

The Hengshan Sect has its own business to run, with nominal profits, and also has many subordinate forces to support it.

There is absolutely no problem in recruiting more disciples.

As long as the sect does not collapse or encounter major changes, it can maintain such healthy operation.

Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, the Huashan Sect has the most difficult life.

It is not easy to carry the title of Gentleman Sword. If someone comes to give me gifts, I will probably have to turn down many of them.

Practicing martial arts requires medicine, food, and various other consumptions.

No wonder Huashan has the fewest disciples.

Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled.

A person who holds the virtues of a gentleman, acts chivalrously and righteously, and has a clear conscience is also a gentleman.

It should be easier if you are not burdened by false reputation.

Shen Shi.

There were no guests at Lu Lianrong's place, and Zhao Rong got the news and immediately went to Danzhen Pavilion.

As usual, he and the Golden-Eyed Crow sat opposite each other on either side of the incense burner on the table.

"What do you want me to do here, uncle?"

Lu Lianrong didn't beat around the bush: "If you can learn a move from the Shilin Sword that can protect you, remember to tell me."

"That's for sure," Zhao Rong said, "I also hope that my fellow masters will practice swordsmanship more and make great progress in their martial arts."

"Not only the Five Divine Swords, Uncle Master can also practice those fast swords and the Thirteen Swords of Shocking Sect."

Lu Lianrong shook his head: "I have practiced your fast sword moves, but I cannot practice the Thirteen Swords of Shocking Sect."

"but."

He praised, "Your modified eye-point acupoint breathing method is good."

As he spoke, those yellow eyes became brighter.

Lu Lianrong got back to the point: "Are you still planning to go to Huashan?"

"Go." Zhao Rong responded with just one word, without allowing any objection.

Lu Lianrong frowned and suddenly asked, "Have you mastered the Huifeng Luoyan Sword to perfection?"

Zhao Rong showed a hint of pride: "Uncle Master, it is beyond the limit."

The golden-eyed crow choked slightly, "Who is stronger between you and my senior brother at this moment?"

Zhao Rong lowered his voice and said, "Master and I practiced a sword technique. Now that I have gained some power from the Divine Peak and my eyesight has greatly improved, Master will naturally be at a disadvantage when fighting with me."

Lu Lianrong's heart was beating hard, and he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How does it compare to Alliance Leader Zuo?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a few seconds:

"Zuo Lengchan's skills are more profound. His icy true energy is more domineering than my cold energy. Overall, he should be slightly stronger than me."

“I can only give a rough idea.”

Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of his sister who went up the mountain to deliver wine on a snowy night, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

The words on his lips suddenly became three points stronger:
"If a fight really breaks out, it's hard to say who will win."

"According to what Uncle Shi said, I still have several months to practice."

“When we go to Mount Hua, even if Zuo Lengchan is here in person, even if I can’t defeat him, he won’t be able to stop me from leaving.”

When Lu Lianrong heard this, his eyes widened.

He was pleasantly surprised, but questioned, "Are you bragging?"

"Why brag?"

Zhao Rong snorted, "Last time in Songshan, Master Zuo not only didn't keep me, but encouraged me to practice swordsmanship diligently."

"He gave up his only chance to keep me. How could I let him down?"

The golden-eyed crow was obviously excited. He reached for the locust wood cane next to the high chair and poked the floor several times.

Inside the Danzhen Pavilion, a low, bitter laugh, typical of a villain, was heard.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect that."

"One day, my Hengshan Sect will also have its own Zuo Lengchan."

Zhao Rong was speechless.

Uncle, are you praising me?
Lu Lianrong's expression changed quickly, and he lectured again:

"Don't be conceited about it."

"Even if he is close to Zuo Lengchan, he is still far behind Dongfang Bubai."

When Dongfang Bubai was mentioned, the color of the golden-eyed crow changed slightly, "Dongfang Bubai has reached a point where it is difficult to guess. Although you have great talent, you may not be able to catch up with him."

“Hold on”

"You are only seventeen after this year. No matter how powerful Dongfang Bubai is, you can outlast him."

"Before that, don't attract his attention, lest he jumps off the cliff and kills you."

Zhao Rong pondered secretly.

Dongfang Bubai is different from Zuo Lengchan. He has realized the true meaning of life and has lost his original ambition.

The possibility of someone deliberately jumping off a cliff to kill someone is slim.

However, Uncle Lu said this to protect him. Zhao Rong knew his good intentions, so he did not refute.

"Master, are you going to go to Mount Hua with the Sword Sect's people?"

"nature."

"But since you have this ability, I will not stop you from going to Mount Huashan."

Lu Lianrong said: "You still have half a year."

"Postponed?" Zhao Rong reacted quickly, "Because of Dongfang Bubai?"

"That's right," Lu Lianrong said, "The three major righteous sects were frightened by Dongfang Bubai, and now the Demon Sect is in power and is launching a crazy counterattack in the Central Plains of Yanzhao. The Songshan Sect is also involved."

"Before people from Zhongtiao Mountain come down from the mountain, they will send me a message two months in advance."

"I'll let you know then."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh, no wonder Master Zuo liked to plant traitors, it really worked.

"Uncle Master, Zuo Lengchan is going to suspect you, you better be careful."

……

Before leaving Danzhen Pavilion, Lu Lianrong told him about the situation of the Sword Sect of Songshan, Taishan and Huashan.

He also informed him of the list of his outer disciples and the intelligence of the internal traitors in Songshan. He also talked about the root concept.

Originally he wanted to take the lead and let Zhao Rong secretly help him cultivate root strength, but now the priorities have been reversed.

Zhao Rong then realized that Uncle Lu had done a lot of things in secret.

Although his power is not great, his ideas are very biased.

Relying on the Songshan School, its reputation is extremely bad.

But when his two senior brothers were not very reliable, he was indeed protecting the legacy left by his master in his own way.

Zuo Lengchan promised him that after the Five Mountains were united, he would be the head of Hengshan.

In this way, the sect seems to be still in the hands of its own people.

After hearing this, Zhao Rong sighed slightly.

How can I believe what Zuo Lengchan said?
It’s just that Uncle Lu’s ability is limited, and this is the only life-saving straw he can grasp.

Since I have a clear understanding of Zhao Rong's abilities.

Lu Lianrong changed very quickly.

Originally, we wanted to follow the trend of Songshan, but now
Hengshan also has a great momentum.

……

The starlight is shining on the sparse woods.

There was some snow in a courtyard in Zhaojiawu, but most of it had melted away by now.

A tree of wintersweet, with a subtle fragrance floating in the air.

Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan returned to Zhaojiawu from their sect and had New Year's Eve dinner with their grandfather at home.

After dinner, Zhao Fu went for a walk with his neighbors.

The sound of a pipa was heard from the bamboo chair in the yard.

It is the flying flowers and the green jade.

She has a clear voice and hums softly while plucking the strings, blending perfectly with the sound of the melody.

After the song, he turned his head to look at Zhao Rong beside him.

"Brother Rong, it's your turn."

Zhao Rong smiled, picked up the short flute beside him, glanced at the plum blossoms, and played a minor tune of the year.

Qu Feiyan was very familiar with this tune.

The girl held the pipa, stared at the boy and sang along softly:

"Spring is here, the frozen snow melts and the warm air rises. Apricots and peaches are changing into new colors, but the plum blossoms are the only thing that lasts for a year."

After Zhao Rong's short performance, the sound of the pipa rang out again.

But it is a minor tune for a winter night.

"The sun is setting and the clouds are setting. Who can help me to clear my depression? The single quilt is not warm, and the frost and snow are already white. My ambitions have been ruined in my old age, and I feel deeply sad for the sudden death."

After hearing this song, Zhao Rong, who was lying on the chair, sat up.

He asked softly, "What's the sad news?"

"If you want to see grandpa, I'll take you to the Liu Mansion."

The girl turned her head and stared at his face with a pair of big, expressive eyes.

She whispered:

"How did Rong know that I was sad?"

"Since I have given my lover the music, how can I not hear the meaning of the music?"

Zhao Rong said: "Pipa courtyard, winter night cold, cold gathering and not dispersing, depression and depression, isn't it sadness?"

He comforted her again: "Wandering is a thing of the past, don't look back."

Zhao Rong had just finished speaking when he suddenly saw the girl covering her mouth and laughing.

"Brother Rong, you need to practice more."

"The song is sad but the person is not. You can't tell at all."

The girl smiled and said, "When I was wandering around with Grandpa, I would never play this sad tune. If it made Grandpa sad, I would be sad too. But now, I don't have to care."

“No matter how sad the tune is, I won’t be sad.”

"If Master Fang, Gao Shan Liu Shui, and the others were here, we would definitely not be able to hide this from them."

"I defeated Senior Brother Hengshan once again."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing when he heard her muttering the words "high mountains and flowing water". It was obvious that the girl had some resentment.

A certain cruel grandfather just came over secretly and took a look.

He was thinking about the peculiarities of the musicians.

The girl beside him looked up at the sky and said:
"Brother Rong, I suddenly have a big wish."

Zhao Rong asked: "What is your wish? Tell me about it."

The girl turned her head, and there seemed to be a faint starlight still in her eyes, as smooth as white silk.

Her eyebrows were curved and she was smiling:

"The best New Year's Eve should be like this, playing a song with Brother Rong. I really hope it will be like this every year."

“Isn’t that a big wish?”

Zhao Rong sneered, "How difficult is that?"

……

The same night, under the same starlight.

Between Taihang Mountain and Huashan Mountain.

A solitary peak stands out, covering the surface of a group of springs, with green cypresses shading the peak and clear springs pouring down on the top of the head.

It is Zhongtiao Mountain.

The Huashan Sword Sect's secluded place is a row of bamboo-fenced huts covered with snow.

Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, three masters of the Sword Sect, were drinking from huge bowls.

"Brother, I can't wait any longer!"

Cheng Buyou shouted angrily, "What ability does Yue Buqun have? He has dominated Huashan, but has made no achievements over the years. Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, Huashan is the weakest, and it's all because of Yue Buqun's incompetence!"

"That's right," Cong Buqi also said, "We should spend the next New Year on Mount Hua!"

“Reforge the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall!”

Feng Buping also drank a bowl of wine: "Nearly twenty-three years of waiting, these few months are not worth it."

"We should still follow the arrangements of Alliance Leader Zuo. Only he can contact the other sects to go to Huashan. This will make it legitimate."

Feng Buping is also a master of swordsmanship and created his own 108 styles of Gale Sword!

This sword technique was extremely powerful, and it gave him great ambitions.

Naturally, he was unwilling to be a running dog of the Songshan Sect.

So he warned his two junior brothers: "Now we must rely on the Songshan Sect and do not go against the wishes of Alliance Leader Zuo."

"We must first gain a firm foothold, train our disciples, and then we can proceed step by step."

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi nodded naturally.

"This time we will take advantage of the power of the Left Alliance Leader and the faction, I believe no one can stop us."

"Yue Buqun is quite capable, this Qi Sect scourge cannot be left alone."

“Kill him!”

"As for those disciples who are loyal to Yue Buqun, they must be killed as well!"

"Not bad!"

The three brothers were of one mind, raised their bowls and drank another full glass.

This year-end.

They live in Zhongtiao Mountains, but their hearts are in Huashan.

……

Taishi Mountain, on Shengguan Peak.

In the Songshan Hall, after the lively dinner, Zuo Lengchan returned to the practice room.

Not long after, two more people walked in together.

One was a thin and tall man with narrow eyes, and the other had a head full of white hair.

It was none other than the owl from Qinghai and the white-haired immortal Bu Chen.

"Leader of the Left Alliance!"

"Thank you, sit down."

After the two sat down, Zuo Lengchan asked directly:

"Have you done what I asked you to do?"

Qinghai Yixiao said: "I disguised myself as a lay disciple of Shaolin and talked to the abbot of Putian Shaolin Temple. I guess he saw through my identity and kept shaking his head, unwilling to tell me."

"After a few days, when the sky cleared up, I poured oil on the fire and attracted all the monks to put it out."

"Brother Bu Chen sneaked into the Sutra Library and brought out a group of guards."

"Fortunately, they were not as good as Shaolin Temple, so I found a chance to sneak in."

"We went through so much trouble during this period, and finally lived up to the trust of Alliance Leader Zuo."

After saying this, he took out a hardcover folding book.

It was a secret record of Shaolin Temple in Putian.

"Good! Well done!"

Zuo Lengchan praised loudly twice, took the secret record and opened it.

It is basically useless for ordinary people to steal this secret record, and most of them will not steal it.

It is not a martial arts secret book, but it only records some secrets of Putian Shaolin Temple.

But in Zuo Lengchan's eyes, it was completely different.

He read the words carefully.

Suddenly, four small words came into view.

When these four words appeared, his heart started beating wildly.

"Sunflower Manual"!
The meridians in Zuo Lengchan's eyes jumped, and a domineering and fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that Fang Zheng was not lying. This treasure book does exist."

He also saw that the person who was related to the Sunflower Manual was Zen Master Hongye.

Next, Zuo Lengchan's expression suddenly changed.

Although Fang Zheng and Chongxu said that the magic cult's treasure book came from the Shaolin Temple in Putian, there were hidden twists and turns in it.

Yue Su, Cai Zifeng
The ancestors of the Huashan Qijian Sect sneaked a peek at the treasure book and brought it back to Huashan.

'Brought back to Huashan!'

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan felt like he was bitten by a poisonous snake.

Yue Buqun's face suddenly popped up in my mind, with an extremely gloomy expression, holding a sword and covered in a bloody robe.

He kept muttering: "Zuo Lengchan, you didn't expect this."

The thought of this gave him chills.

Having witnessed the massacre committed by Dongfang Bubai in the plum forest of Yanjin, he was extremely wary of the Sunflower Manual.

This secret record is related to Zen Master Hongye, and naturally mentions Zen Master Duyuan.

There are not many records about Zen Master Du Yuan. It is only said that he was a disciple of Zen Master Hong Ye. He went to Huashan to retrieve the Sunflower Manual. Not long after he came down the mountain, he returned to secular life.

Zuo Lengchan read it again and found that it was all about the life of Zen Master Hongye and he could not find any unnecessary information.

"Is this the only copy?"

Qinghai Yixiao said: "There are a lot of secret records that record the history of Putian Shaolin Temple. I have read them carefully and they are all irrelevant."

Although Zuo Lengchan had his doubts, he nodded calmly.

He put on a smiling face again and invited two people separately.

It was late at night when Zuo Lengchan came to the secret room where the Songshan Sect kept its martial arts secrets and flipped through some of the sect's books.

unfortunately
There is no record related to Zen Master Hongye in the Songshan classics.

Their foundation is shallow after all.

Shaolin and Wudang knew all the secrets of the world, and Zuo Lengchan could only watch with envy.

"The Sunflower Manual originally ended up on Mount Hua. The Demon Cult attacked Mount Hua several times and took the Sunflower Manual back to Blackwood Cliff."

"That's how Dongfang Bubai mastered this magical skill."

He has sorted out the clues.

At this moment, my heart is filled with extremely complex emotions.

The Songshan Sect’s current fame and influence is largely due to his planning and operation.

The ability to develop the skills I have today depends on talent.

In this regard, Zuo Lengchan felt that he was no worse than anyone else.

The Songshan School did not have any top-level unique skills. The Seventeen Sword Techniques were also compiled and modified by him, and the Ice Qi was even created by himself.

If he had the Shaolin and Wudang martial arts secret manuals as his foundation, his skills would definitely be more than this.

therefore,

After getting a glimpse of the power of the magical skill "Sunflower Manual", he couldn't calm down.

Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but think: "If I practiced the Sunflower Manual, I wouldn't necessarily be worse than Dongfang Bubai!"

The essence of life,

The essence of life!

He suddenly exerted force on his hand that was holding the secret records of Putian Shaolin Temple, and felt restless inside.

"The Huashan Sect should not have left behind the Sunflower Manual, otherwise Yue Buqun would not have to endure until now."

"Master Hongye destroyed this treasure book. Could it be that only Dongfang Bubai has it?"

Such speculation made him despair.

He could never compete with Dongfang Bubai, who had realized the profound meaning of life.

Zuo Lengchan felt a little disappointed, but he did not lose his fighting spirit. Instead, he calmed himself down quickly.

There was a dim light in the secret room of Mount Songshan. He sat on a stool and read the Putian Secret Records several times.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed!
That instant reaction, that instant thought, made Zuo Lengchan tremble all over!
He missed the four words "Zen Master Hongye" and stared at "Zen Master Duyuan"!
"This person must have seen the Sunflower Manual."

"Return to secular life!"

Zuo Lengchan stood up suddenly and paced in the secret room.

"Why do you want to return to secular life?"

"He must have read the martial arts in the Sunflower Manual and couldn't bear it anymore."

"Master Hongye destroyed the treasure book, how can his disciples dare to practice beside him? Once they return to secular life, they will definitely have to practice this magical skill."

"it is good!"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes lit up.

Although there are only a few records about Zen Master Du Yuan, we can already give us a direction.

"Dongfang Bubai's swordsmanship is invincible. If he were to return to the secular world, he would surely be an expert in swordsmanship as well."

"In the past hundred years, who has been a master of swordsmanship who has emerged out of nowhere without any roots?"

Zuo Lengchan went over it in his mind. He had heard a lot about the affairs of the martial arts world in the past hundred years.

Then, he opened the secret stories of the martial arts world recorded by the Songshan School.

This time, the Songshan School's heritage came in handy.

Filter according to the characteristics of Dongfang Bubai's swordsmanship and keep reading the classics.

at last!

He picked up an ancient book.
The record above is: Fuzhou Fuwei Escort Agency.

"The founder of Fuwei Escort Agency, Lin Yuantu, used the 72-Stroke Sword Technique to defeat both the black and white sects. Even the leader of Qingcheng Sect, Chang Qingzi, was defeated miserably by his men."

Zuo Lengchan’s eyes were fixed on the four words “Bixie Sword Technique”.

"A chief escort agency leader actually caused Chang Qingzi to lose miserably. Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling suspicious.

"Lin Yuantu, Lin Yuantu"

"Zen Master Du Yuan."

He repeated it several times in a row, and suddenly his hair stood on end.

"Yuantu, Duyuan"

"Yuantu, Duyuan!!"

The tone is reversed!

In an instant, Zuo Lengchan's face was full of smiles. He extinguished the light with one palm and stood in the darkness. His expression could no longer be seen.

"Hahaha!"

“The meaning of life lies here.”

"Lin family, seventy-two moves of the evil-repelling sword technique~!"

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