Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 143: Big Waves in the Rivers and Lakes (8.338k)
Looking north from Lu, where are the mountains? All the mountains are so steep, but the Five Mountains are the most majestic.

Dongyue, Taishan School.

At this year's end, the Jade Emperor's Taoist temple is extremely restless.

"Two uncles, I think you are confused!"

Taoist Tianmen's eyes were filled with anger, and his face was red, "How can you trust others' words so easily?"

"What's the benefit of combining the Five Mountains Sects with my Taishan Sect?"

"Since the founding of the sect by our Dongling Patriarch, how can the incense of our sect be cut off by this poor Taoist? What did the two uncles say just now? Were they considering our Taishan Sect?"

Yuqingzi and Yuyinzi were dressed in Taoist robes, with white hair and beards, and looked like Taoist masters.

But the arrogant look of the two men, under the light of the lights on both sides, seemed extremely hateful.

"I think it's my nephew who is confused."

"The Demon Cult is now causing trouble in the martial arts world. Dongfang Bubai is so vicious. If the Five Mountains do not unite, they will all be killed by the Demon Cult sooner or later."

"Your ignorance and stubbornness are the root of our sect's misfortune."

Yu Qingzi sneered and showed no respect to the Taoist leader of Tianmen.

Yu Yinzi asked in reply, "You said we don't consider our sect. If Dongfang Bubai attacks, what can you do to deal with him?"

Taoist Tianmen raised his eyebrows angrily and raised his hand towards the incense burner, "Then we will fight to the death with the Demon Cult."

"Even if I can't win, I will die killing the devil, and I will die happily, and I will not let my master down!"

Yu Qingzi said, "Like a moth flying into a flame, I think you are the one who will end the incense of our sect."

Yu Yinzi said: "My nephew's personality is really not suitable for being the headmaster. It is better to hand over the headmaster's iron sword."

Facing the two's ridicule, Taoist Tianmen was not fooled. "The headmaster's iron sword was passed down by my master. If you two uncles have the ability, you can compete with me. If you can't beat me, please give up your intention to merge with me."

Yuyinzi and Yuqingzi each snorted coldly.

Although they are older than the Taoist priest Tianmen, they are usually greedy for sex and alcohol, so their kung fu is naturally not as good as that of the Taoist priest Tianmen.

The two men were filled with anger and left with their sleeves thrown.

Before the New Year, they spoke frankly.

Since we don't agree on anything, we can only go our separate ways.

Although Taoist Tianmen is not liked by their uncles of the Yu generation, he has many supporters among his peers.

However, in this great battle between good and evil, He Bingzhong and Shi Yuanhong, two masters of the same generation who supported Taoist Tianmen, all died.

In addition, with the support of Songshan Sect, Yuyinzi and others are not afraid of falling out with Taoist Tianmen.

The Taishan Sect has more than 400 people from four generations, but the internal situation is a mess.

Taoist Tianmen does not have the ability of Zuo Lengchan, so it is difficult for him to convince others.

After the two uncle masters left, Weng Dazhang and Jianchu hurried forward.

"Master, there is no need to bother with them."

"Yes, they say one thing and mean another. They are coveting Master's position as the head of the sect."

"If they succeed, our Taishan Sect will be finished."

The two were very angry and had been holding back a lot of rage, but because they were two generations apart, they dared not vent their anger.

Taoist Tianmen stared at the direction where Yuyinzi and Yuqingzi left, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his flushed face.

Weng Dazhang then took out a letter:

"Master, a letter came from Hengyang, written by Master Mo himself."

Taoist priest Tianmen took the letter and looked at it. It said "Personally from Taoist brother Tianmen".

If it was Mr. Mo Da's handwriting, "When did you receive it?"

"I received it only after dark tonight. The person who delivered the letter was very cautious. He waited until I got there before he took out the letter. I guess he is a disciple of Hengshan who received instructions from Master Mo."

"Well, are you treating them well?"

"I couldn't stop him. He left after delivering the letter."

Taoist priest Tianmen opened the letter and read it. It took him a long while to come back to his senses.

He hesitated again.

He did not want to offend his elders, but when he thought of the aggressive words of Yuqingzi and Yuyinzi just now, he immediately ordered:
"Jianchu, arrange for people to keep watch on the mountain and below. If your uncles bring people down the mountain, notify me immediately."

Jianchu asked, "Master, how long do you have to keep an eye on me?"

"Don't let your guard down in the next six months," Taoist Tianmen ordered again, "Don't let your uncle-master's people find out."

"Yes."

Jianchu didn't ask any more questions and just did what his master told him to do.

Taoist Tianmen also arranged for his eldest disciple to prepare carrier pigeons along the way to ensure that the message was delivered to Hengyang as quickly as possible.

Weng Dazhang and Jianchu felt more at ease.

The more contacts Master has with other sects, the better.

Weng Dazhang asked curiously, "I heard that the Hengshan sect was going to hold a ceremony to commemorate the fourteenth generation of disciples. I wonder if it's true."

"Ah."

A young man's face flashed through Taoist Tianmen's mind, "It's the end of the year now, so Junior Brother Zhao should have become the headmaster."

He urged again:

"Junior Brother Zhao is extremely talented. You must practice diligently, otherwise the gap will be even greater when you meet next time."

"In a few days, I will teach you the Seven Stars Falling into the Sky."

Weng Dazhang responded excitedly.

He thought:

"Seven Stars Falling from the Sky is the essence of our swordsmanship, and its power is even greater than the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai. If I can learn this move, my chances of defeating Junior Brother Zhao will be even greater."

Jianchu felt the same as Weng Dazhang.

In the past, the master said that he would have to wait until their skills were more advanced before he could teach them this style of swordplay.

Although he didn't know why he changed his mind, he was very happy to hear it.

……

It is so lonely and lofty that it is beyond description, and cannot be depicted or described.

Xiyue, Huashan School.

After the Huashan disciples had their New Year’s Eve dinner, they all came to Yousuobuweixuan.

Sect Leader Yue and Lady Ning sat at the top, facing all the disciples.

"Since you came back from Luzhou, each of you has worked much harder and finally lived up to our expectations."

Ning Zhongze praised him first, and then warned him, "The martial arts world is in turmoil now. If you don't develop solid skills, you will lose your life in a moment if you continue to travel the martial arts world."

"You must persevere in your practice."

"Yes, Master's Wife!" All Huashan disciples responded in unison.

Lady Ning smiled at Yue Buqun again:

"Brother, Chong'er has not given up drinking since returning from Luzhou, but he has been practicing diligently and has not been fooling around. His martial arts have improved a lot recently. Does that mean he has passed your test?"

Sect Leader Yue smiled slightly and nodded.

Upon seeing this, Lady Ning quickly signaled to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was quick-witted and stepped forward to kowtow to his master and his mistress.

He said very sincerely:

"I have been lazy in the past and have disappointed Master and his wife. I regret it now."

"As the eldest senior disciple, I should learn from Junior Brother Zhao of the Hengshan Sect and lead my fellow junior brothers and sisters to practice diligently together."

Hearing the last sentence, Sect Leader Yue's eyes flickered.

The figure of a young man had already danced like sword flowers in his mind.

Before returning to Huashan from Luzhou, he accepted eight disciples from the Sanqin area to the mountain, and his desire to recruit disciples was really strong.

But after visiting several fishing villages, I became bored.

In this world of vast smoke and water, it is difficult to find two identical flowers, or even the same person.

There isn't even anything similar.

Sect Leader Yue felt a moment of melancholy, and suddenly a person popped up in his mind. He was wearing a bloody robe and holding a bloody sword. He walked out of the plum forest in the snow and walked towards Huashan step by step.

His heart sank, and a voice of "Senior Brother" woke him up.

The smile on Master Yue's face froze for a moment, then recovered.

He nodded at his wife and turned his gaze back to Linghu Chong.

Yue Buqun certainly hopes that this eldest disciple, whom he raised like a son, can become a successful person.

"Chong'er,"

"Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the Purple Cloud Divine Art."

He looked at his eldest disciple's delighted face and warned him, "Don't let me down."

"Yes! Thank you Master!"

Linghu Chong kowtowed again.

He thought of what Zhao Rong had said to him, and it turned out he was right.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother~!" The Huashan disciples around him were envious and happy for him at the same time.

Among the Nine Skills of Mount Hua, Zixia is the best.

With such a reputation, Zixia's magical power is naturally extraordinary.

To be able to pass on this skill is equivalent to agreeing on the next generation leader.

Although there were no surprises, we still had to celebrate.

As it was Chinese New Year, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze ignored their noise and returned to their room after dismissing all the disciples.

Ning Zhongze was a little surprised:

"Brother, I didn't expect you to teach me the skills tomorrow. Didn't you tell me to wait until spring?"

Yue Buqun frowned and said, "Before the New Year, there were several battles in the Three Qins."

"Ever since Dongfang Bubai fell off the cliff, the Demon Cult has become rampant. I feel that the fighting in the martial arts world will only get more intense."

"Now we have to be on guard against the people from the Sword Sect and the Songshan Sect. It doesn't matter if I teach you earlier or later, even if it's a few months."

"Chong'er is the most skilled martial artist besides you and me. I also hope that he can be more focused and concentrate on learning martial arts."

Ning Zhongze patted him on the back gently.

Whenever talking about the situation in the martial arts world, one would mention Dongfang Bubai.

Not to mention Yue Buqun, even she felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Now the battle between good and evil is fierce. With Dongfang Bubai's ability, if he were to go to Huashan to kill his way, I'm afraid even the power of the Heyi Sect would be unable to stop him.

The Huashan Sect is like a small boat on the rough sea, and in the pitch-black night, the road ahead is extremely dangerous.

Yue Buqun opened the window in the house and stared at the night sky dotted with twinkling stars.

He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to accept it.

Thinking about the swordsmanship that Dongfang Bubai displayed in the plum forest of Yanjin, and the secrets that his master told him.

After Chang Qingzi was defeated by Lin Yuantu, he came to Huashan to discuss the Exorcism Sword Technique with his friends.

Afterwards, he died of depression.
Yue Buqun recalled this past event and muttered:

"Evergreen child, Evergreen child."

……

"Master~!"

The same New Year, under the same starlight.

In the back mountain of Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng Sect, a short Taoist priest was pouring offerings in front of Changqingzi's tomb.

It was Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

Behind him stood dozens of Qingcheng disciples, all of whom remained silent and did not dare to disturb him.

Chang Qingzi died of depression, and before his death he handed over his position as the head of the sect and his wish for revenge to Yu Canghai.

Chang Qingzi was very kind to Yu Canghai, so every year at the end of the year, Yu Canghai would come here to pay homage.

Not only will they serve you fine wine, but they will also tell you about the process of revenge.

He muttered to Chang Qingzi in front of the grave for a while, and finally stood up.

"Master~!"

At this time, all the Qingcheng disciples saluted respectfully.

Yu Canghai respected Changqingzi, and the Qingcheng disciples also respected Yu Canghai very much.

Yu Canghai said "hmm" and walked towards the disciples.

He asked in a Sichuan accent, "Have the disciples who went to Luzhou returned?"

Yu Canghai's senior disciple Hou Renying said:

"Junior Brother Yan and the others have been delayed. The martial arts world in Luzhou is in chaos right now. The fight between the Demon Cult and the three major sects started in Luzhou, and Junior Brother Yan and the others have also been affected."

"However, Junior Brother Ji and Junior Brother Cao from Jiangcheng have just returned from Luzhou."

Yu Canghai frowned when he heard this.

"where?"

“It’s inside the temple.”

"go!"

Soon, Yu Canghai brought people back to Songfeng Temple, and Ji Rentong and Cao Xiang hurried forward to pay their respects to the master.

Yu Canghai stared at them:

"You said in your letter that you almost lost your life in Jiangcheng. What happened?"

"But has anyone noticed that you are investigating the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

Ji Rentong and Cao Xiang quickly shook their heads: "Master said that we must hit the Fuwei Escort Agency with one strike. We are very careful and no one will notice."

Then, Ji Rentong recounted in detail how he was injured.

Yu Canghai's relaxed brows wrinkled again: "Did this person use his hidden power to hit your acupuncture points? How many hours passed?"

"Hit the Huantiao acupoint for about half an hour."

The dwarf Taoist held the sword and thought, "From your description, this man can use a fast sword. I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person."

"Even if I encounter it, I won't take it lightly."

"It's just that he's not in front of me, so I don't know which sect he is from."

"Afterwards, did anyone come to trouble you?"

Jiren Channel: "No."

"It was just that not long after the battle between good and evil in Luzhou, we ran into the Hengshan disciples."

Ji Rentong's face was filled with anger. "The Hengshan disciples beat up our people. They don't take our Qingcheng Sect seriously at all."

Hong Renxiong, the second of the Four Young Masters of Qingcheng, also said: "The Five Mountains Sword Sects are all like this, equally abominable."

The disciples around were all a little angry.

Yu Canghai held the sword and walked back and forth a few steps.

"The Hengshan Sect is one of the Five Great Sword Sects. If they don't come to western Sichuan, it will be difficult for us to fight them."

"You must have perseverance. I received your master's last wish and knew that the Lin family's swordplay was powerful, so I outlasted Lin Yuantu and then Lin Yuantu's son Lin Zhongxiong. Now it's Lin Yuantu's grandson Lin Zhennan's turn."

"As I expected, their Kung Fu is getting worse with each generation."

"I am nearly sixty years old, and finally I don't have to endure this any longer!"

"Once we obtain the Sword Manual of Exorcism, all the sects will practice together. Not to mention the Five Mountains Sword Sects, even Shaolin and Wudang will not be our opponents."

After hearing this, all the people in Qingcheng responded excitedly.

Yu Canghai knew his own abilities. If the Qingcheng Sect wanted to become stronger, it had to rely on collective strength.

Therefore, when it came to his disciples practicing martial arts, he not only taught them attentively, but also did not keep any secrets.

Finally, a group of cruel and ruthless people were cultivated.

In western Sichuan, they are the most ferocious wolf pack, and no one dares to offend the Qingcheng Sect.

Lin Zhennan wanted to open up the Sichuan escort route, and also asked for help from Songfeng Temple.

Hou Renying looked greedy: "Master, when are we going to take action against the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

Yu Canghai was extremely cautious: "Don't be anxious."

"This matter must not be leaked, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Except for the Fuzhou headquarters, all the branches must be taken down. In addition to the sword manual, the wealth of the Fuwei Escort Agency is really not small. Every branch must be emptied out."

Hou Renying asked, "Master, if we destroy the Fuwei Escort Agency, will it cause trouble for the righteous sects?"

"What's the trouble?"

Yu Canghai sneered: "Kill them ruthlessly, kill them so hard that they scare people to death, and kill them so hard that even the relatives and friends of the Lin family dare not make a sound."

"How many people in the martial arts world would mind their own business?"

"Besides, the fight between good and evil is fierce right now. As long as we stand on the side of good and continue to fight the Demon Sect, even if we kill all the people from the Fuwei Escort Agency, our Qingcheng Sect will still be a famous and upright sect."

"As long as I can get the Sword Manual of Exorcism, what does it matter if I lose a little face?"

"When we all master the true Exorcism Sword Technique, how many people in the martial arts world will dare to say anything?"

"Hahaha! Master is absolutely right!"

A burst of wild laughter rang out inside Songfeng Temple.

Yu Canghai then said, "Lin Zhennan will definitely send gifts after the New Year. We won't accept them this year, but we need to investigate all the branches thoroughly."

"He is a man of perseverance. He will definitely send it again next year."

"When I accept the gift again, it will be an excuse to thank you and return the gift." "We will use this as a cover, and dispatch according to the distance of the Fuwei branches in various places, and take down the Fuwei Escort Agency in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

……

"Amitabha."

At Mount Hengshan, the Northern Peak, three compassionate nuns discussed the fighting in the martial arts world and chanted the Buddha's name each.

Sanding is not far away.

A beautiful little nun was working by the lamp.

Master Dingyi said, "Yilin, the lamp oil doesn't need to be too full."

"Yes, Master."

She answered softly, her eyes so pure, not stained by the dust of the world.

Seeing the lights getting brighter and brighter, she seemed to have seen the most beautiful thing, and a bright and innocent smile appeared on her face.

……

Pingding Prefecture, on the Black Wood Cliff.

In the elegant house filled with the rich fragrance of cosmetics, Dongfang Bubai, dressed in red, also saw the most beautiful thing. The smile on her face was brilliant and strange.

"Brother Lian~!"

If those people who escaped from Yanjin Meilin heard this sound, many of them would be frightened to death immediately.

But Yang Lianting, who had a full beard and was of extraordinary sturdiness, did not take it seriously.

"good."

Yang Lianting praised: "You are not bragging, your martial arts are really amazing."

"Everyone on the mountain and below is scared of you killing them."

"During this year, the elders and hall masters on Blackwood Cliff all showed me great respect. This made it much easier for me to handle church affairs."

"When I'm in a good mood, I'll have the leisure to be intimate with you."

Speaking of the word intimacy, Yang Lianting stared at Dongfang Bubai, who was feared by outsiders, without any disgust or aversion in his eyes.

It really seems like a husband with a bad temper.

Dongfang Bubai grabbed the corner of the blood-red robe, his face full of joy.

Just like a wife who is delighted after being praised by her husband.

……

East of Luoyang City.

In a narrow alley, under the cover of big stars, you can see a large grove of green bamboo, rustling in the north wind, like a natural winter night tune.

This place is elegant and natural, very different from the bustling Luoyang city outside.

The sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard, complementing the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

However, I could only hear the sound of the piano but could not see the person plucking the strings.

In the courtyard of Green Bamboo Lane, there was only an old bamboo craftsman breaking bamboo under two festive red lanterns.

"Auntie, the song is wrong."

he thought.

Suddenly, the piano music stopped.

The song is wrong.
How could the person playing the zither not know this?

After a while, there was a creaking sound of a window being opened in the house.

The north wind rushed into the house through the open window.

The girl in a black dress was leaning against the window, a few strands of her untied black hair fluttering in the wind. Her veil was lifted up, revealing a pair of clear eyes, like two cold stars hanging on her bright and beautiful face.

She reached out and grabbed a bamboo leaf that was blown down by the wind.

A drop of dew rolled down from above and flowed into the palm of my hand, bringing an instant chill.

Immediately, she shook off the bamboo leaves.

The scene of being invaded by an icy palm force suddenly emerged in my mind.

She gritted her teeth and turned around.

Next to the lotus lamp on the left side of the gauze curtain in the room, under the slightly flickering light, you can clearly see the portrait hanging on the wall.

The person who painted this portrait must be a master of technique.

The boy in the painting is so lifelike, especially his eyes, which are bright and smiling, as if he is coming alive and will walk out of the painting at any time.

There is also a short poem next to the painting, which reads:

"The autumn sounds come early in Chuze, and the dusk falls far away in Xiangshan. The sound of the wind drips all night long on the short tent."

It comes from "Night Rain at Xiaoxiang" among the Eight Views of Xiaoxiang, which means that the material was taken from Hengyang.

When the girl saw the boy's smile, she suddenly became furious. She took two steps forward, took down the portrait and tore it to pieces.

Then he uncovered the lampshade and burned it all.

The old bamboo craftsman outside was no longer surprised.

So he asked outside, "Aunt, do you want the painter to draw another one?"

"I don't want to see anyone laughing."

Green Bamboo Master understood: "I understand. I will ask Mr. Wen to paint a picture of crying tomorrow."

He added:
"Aunt, there is no news left in Hengyang."

"The Hengshan Sect seems to know our secret code. They erased it as soon as we left it. The city is full of people from the Hengshan Sect. When we send experts there, we can only leave signals secretly at night."

"Those Hengshan disciples are very strange. I have received many messages saying that Hengshan disciples are difficult to deal with."

At this point, he moved his bamboo stool towards the door and whispered:

"Our mobilization of manpower seems to have attracted the attention of the White Tiger Hall."

"Shangguan Yun sent people south again."

"He followed Yang Lianting's orders and probably wants to find something to hold against my aunt."

He said carefully: "Aunt, Dongfang Bubai's power has surpassed that of Master Ren. We must be extremely careful in our actions."

"Ever since he went to the Yanjin Plum Forest, Yang Lianting's influence in the Blackwood Cliff has greatly increased. People like the Tianhe Gang no longer dare to disobey him. Even if my aunt gives the order, they will pretend to comply if they disagree with Yang Lianting."

Dongfang Bubai's move shocked not only the people in the martial arts world, but also the Sun and Moon Sect.

The talk on Blackwood Cliff is no longer just empty talk, as many followers now firmly believe that the Eastern Patriarch really has the ability to unify the martial arts world.

In the main hall of Heimu Cliff, in front of Sect Leader Dongfang, only Yang Lianting dared to speak loudly as he did before.

Therefore, all the elders and hall masters are even more in awe of him.

After hearing what Green Bamboo Old Man said, Ren Yingying did not continue, but asked again:
"Has the news from Meizhuang been confirmed?"

"proved!"

This time, Green Bamboo Elder's tone seemed a little excited, "At that time, the Five Mountains sects joined forces with Wudang, Shaolin, and Tong Baixiong to fight against the Xiaoyaojin branch. The fight was so fierce over there."

"But Bao Dachu and Sang Sanniang avoided Luzhou and took their people to Hangzhou."

"Ask Madam Zhang, Zu Qianqiu and others to find out secretly. They did go to Meizhuang."

"Bao Dachu and Sang Sanniang were both promoted by Yang Lianting. Instead of helping the White Tiger Hall to deal with the Five Mountains Sword Sect, they went to Plum Manor."

“That’s totally unreasonable.”

Green Bamboo Elder guessed, "Shaolin, Wudang and the Five Mountains Sword Sects were causing too much trouble together. The martial artists in Hangzhou Prefecture were also agitated at the time. Plum Manor is a special place, so special that Yang Lianting dared not ignore it."

Ren Yingying heard this, her voice trembling slightly: "Send someone to continue investigating."

"Yes."

"Is it possible to contact Uncle Xiang recently?"

"No."

Green Bamboo Old Man: "Xiang Zuoshi was already on the run, and now that Dongfang Bubai suddenly fell off the cliff, he also hid himself."

"If he is targeted by Dongfang Bubai, even if Xiang Zuoshi is very skilled in martial arts, it will still be extremely dangerous."

Inside the house, Ren Yingying also showed helplessness on her face.

The incident at Yanjin Meilin was far beyond her expectations.

The oriental uncle was also completely different from the impression she had of him.

"Let's put Guangling San aside for now. The man in Hengyang City is very difficult to deal with."

"Focus on Meizhuang for the time being."

……

On the banks of Dongting Lake, there are low houses with thatched eaves and sparse fences.

In a small room in the inn, Tao Bai, the guardian of the Five Poison Sect, was tidying up the sundries in the room.

"The leader."

She called out, but no one answered.

"Master!"

"What's the matter."

At this time, Master Lan, who was sitting at the table in a daze, responded to her.

Tao Bai complained:
"We have already arrived at Changde Prefecture, but you insisted on going back to Hengyang. You were supposed to spend the New Year with Saint Aunt in Luoyang, but ended up in this wild inn."

"Sister Tao, what's wrong with a wild shop?"

"It's quiet and peaceful, and not far from Hengyang."

When Tao Bai heard the word "Hengyang", her waist straightened instantly. She put down the bag in her hand, turned around and asked:

"Master, why didn't you come back that night and tell me what happened?"

Lan Meizi glanced at her and said, "Didn't I tell you to drink with my good brother?"

"anything else?"

Tao Bai sat down, looking suspicious: "How can two jars of wine last a whole night?"

Her expression changed constantly, and her eyes flashed with anxiety. She was eager to know what happened that night.

However.
The lovely girl in front of her just looked at her with a smile and deliberately said nothing.

Tao Bai sighed depressedly.

He changed the topic with a slightly critical tone: "Master, this time the elders only allowed us to take out three jars of precious wine. You said that this precious wine was for your good friends, so why did you give two jars to the man in Hengshan and only take one jar to Luoyang?"

"Friends should treat each other equally. It's not good for you to do this. It's unfair to Saint Aunt."

"I don't know what kind of magic that man from Hengshan used to change your personality. If this continues, I'm worried that you will become possessed."

"Master, it's better to stay away from that person from Hengshan."

When Lan Meizi heard this, she suddenly blinked:

"Three jars of wine, one for me and one for each of my two good friends."

"My jar of wine was left in Hengyang willingly. Of course I can't take it away."

"One more jar of wine, and the good brother will miss my sister a little more, and my love poison will be infected."

Tao Bai widened his eyes, looking at his leader's blurred eyes, so moving, and immediately became a little anxious.

"Master, the man from Hengshan is more skilled in using poison than you."

"It's obvious that he cast a spell on you, and you don't even know it."

"In my opinion, he is the most dangerous and unapproachable man in the world."

The worry in Tao Bai's eyes was real: "You are just beginning to fall in love, and you are innocent and naive. That man is very cunning, and his scheming and methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is the most difficult to fall in love with such a person. You are being deceived by him right now."

"Once he has squeezed out all your value, he will abandon you at will."

"He drinks a lot of my sect's precious wine, and he is extremely talented. In the future, he can't be killed by poison or murder. If he is a traitor, you can only be the one crying. You won't even have a chance to take revenge."

Tao Bai sighed again: "Master, please think about it carefully."

"Before you met him, there was no other man you could ever look at, let alone worry about."

"This is the terrifying thing about his use of human hearts. He can see through your thoughts and nature, and that's how he can lead you into infatuation."

"It's not too late to stay away from him now."

She said a lot, and finally saw a thoughtful look on her leader's face.

This gave Tao Bai some comfort.

She still listened to the advice.

Just by visiting Longquan, Tao Bai had a general idea of ​​what kind of person the young leader of Hengshan was.

I have never heard of anyone being able to beat Shang Sufeng at that age.

The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

She was trying to figure out what kind of mind the young leader of Hengshan had, how he deceived the world, and what kind of plot he had.

suddenly,

A gentle and graceful voice sounded in my ears:

"Sister Tao, if I take some more wine from the church, will the elders be angry?"

Tao Bai was choked when he heard this:
"He will get angry, and he has already drunk three jars. He is just like you. The more he drinks, the worse the effect will be."

"The remaining precious wines in the village cannot be moved. If another genius like you appears in the village, we will also be able to take out the precious wines and train you in time."

"It will take at least ten years for the next batch of poisonous insects to grow. You know how much hard work and effort the Immortal Sect puts into this."

Lan Fenghuang nodded and stopped forcing it.

Tao Bai was unable to persuade her. Thinking of the time she had watched the girl grow up, she felt distressed and angry.

Then ask again:

"Master, are you really unwilling to stay away from him?"

"Let me plant the love poison in my good brother first."

She had a smile on her face, a hint of coldness in her eyes, and her voice was so gentle.

"This is a wrong decision," Tao Bai shook his head, "Master, you will regret it."

unfortunately
Xiaohua from the Xianjiao sect just smiled and remained unmoved.

……

After the New Year, the world, which had been calm for a while, seemed to be blown by a strong wind again.

The surface of the river is full of waves, but undercurrents are surging in the depths.

The festive atmosphere in Hengyang remains unabated, with major businesses hanging red lanterns, changing couplets, and pasting up blessing characters.

The Nanyue Temple is very popular, and people are worshipping at the foot of the sacred peak.

Yueping Snow Ridge, Shigu River and Mountain, and Yanfeng Misty Rain attract many tourists.

Until the Lantern Festival, Luosu Wharf was crowded with people.

People getting on and off the boat, and people moving goods, were shouting loudly.

"May I ask, brother, where is the Hengshan Sect located in the city?"

The man who asked for directions was very sturdy, obviously a visitor from outside the area. He wore a bamboo hat, because it had rained a few days ago, and he also carried two raincoats, one large and one small.

Next to the big man was a little girl who was looking around.

"The Hengshan Sect is in the northeast of the city."

"Just follow the right direction and ask around and you'll find it," the man who was carrying a pistol on his back looked at the little girl and asked, "Are you here to become my disciple?"

The big man nodded: "Exactly."

"Then you've found the right place."

Hearing that he spoke with a northern Jingchu accent, the man with the short spear laughed and said, "In the Hengzhou Prefecture, the Hengshan Sect is very famous."

"It is completely different from the apprenticeship in previous years. After the Lantern Festival this year, we suddenly expanded our territory and recruited disciples from outside. This is a rare and good opportunity."

"Even if you don't have the recommendation from the Hengshan Sect, you can still get a chance this time."

"Of course, you have to have a talent for swordplay."

The big man immediately laughed and asked, "I heard along the way that the Hengshan Sect has already appointed a new leader, is that true?"

"That's natural!"

The man with the short gun said with a hint of pride, "Young Master Zhao has long been famous in the martial arts world."

"Even the evil cultists in Hengzhou Prefecture would retreat upon hearing his name."

"With him as the head brother, the Hengshan Sect will become better and better."

A gangster who was passing by heard what they were saying and came over.

"More than that?"

An old man with a long face and thin figure said: "Young Master Zhao is only seventeen years old, but the Hengshan Sect will probably prosper for more than sixty years!"

"..."

The big man chatted with them for a while before taking his daughter into Hengyang City.

"Daddy, will you go back to the martial arts gym?"

"Of course Daddy has to go back."

The big man touched her head and said, "You can't learn any real skills from me. This is a rare opportunity. You must give it a try."

The girl hummed:
"Daddy, Qing will work hard."

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