Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 153 Back to Basics! (8.747k)
The osmanthus moon flies over, and wherever its light shines, the summer night is chilled.

On the fifth night after climbing the Siguo Cliff, Zhao Rong opened the window to enjoy the cool air and invited the moonlight into the house.

At about 10 p.m., someone knocked on the door.

He opened the bolt and led Linghu Chong in. The latter entered and saw paper, pen and ink on his desk.

"What is Brother Rong writing?"

Zhao Rong responded: "A little bit of practice experience."

Linghu Chong said, "But is it related to the Hengshan Sword Technique?"

Seeing Zhao Rong nod, he immediately suppressed his curiosity and stopped looking at the words, with admiration in his eyes.

"Brother Rong's magic sword is already superb. If the future Hengshan disciples can learn your swordsmanship, they will surely become peerless masters."

"It is conceivable that the Hengshan School will have a sword manual published soon."

"Thank you for your compliment," Zhao Rong smiled.

Linghu Chong opened the teacup, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Rong, poured himself a cup as well, and sat opposite him on the east and west sides of the square table.

"What's going on over there?"

"I was just about to tell you this"

Linghu Chong took a breath, "Master and his mistress ordered us not to tell anyone about our great-uncle. They also went to the cave to take a look."

"When we first saw our sect's lost moves, both Master and his wife were very happy."

“But after seeing the Demon Cult elder’s method of breaking the moves, I was also very worried.”

"Now I understand what Grand Master Uncle said. Deadly tactics are really not as good as living tactics."

Zhao Rong asked curiously, "There are many sword sect techniques up there, do you two uncles have any?"

Linghu Chong shook his head: "Neither Master nor Master's Wife mentioned this."

"If it were in the past, Master would definitely say that those sword sect techniques were evil, and it would not be surprising to destroy the human-shaped pattern on the wall."

"But Master didn't say that."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly: "Mr. Feng is an elder of the Sword Sect, Uncle Yue is probably considering his face."

Linghu Chong looked at him, chuckled and shook his head, "It's not only related to Grand Master Uncle, it has a lot to do with you as well."

"Oh?"

Linghu Chong lowered his voice slightly: "Since I told you about your sword fight with Grand Master Uncle, Master and Mistress have both been touched."

“They don’t speak, but I can sense it.”

"Anyone who practices martial arts or swordsmanship would be touched after hearing this, let alone masters like Master and Master's Wife."

"No matter how the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect fight, there will always be a gap between them and Grand Master Uncle's sword intent and your sword power."

"Master's wife said that Master Feng was the youngest disciple in the Qing generation, but in terms of martial arts, several sisters and brothers together were no match for him. Master Feng is better without moves. In his eyes, all the masters of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect have flaws."

Linghu Chong complained: "If I were those great masters, I would have given up fighting a long time ago."

Brother Linghu, what they are fighting about is not tactics.

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't bother to delve into it.

"Did Mr. Feng show up to meet them?"

"Grandmaster Uncle didn't show up, he just said a few words to them. Master and his wife were unable to invite Grandmaster Uncle down the mountain to serve them, but they were still very happy when they heard the elder's voice when they came down the cliff."

Linghu Chong's brows also danced when he said this.

The Huashan Sect was in turmoil, so how could they not be happy when a magic needle suddenly appeared?

"What about you and Junior Sister Lingshan?"

"Have you been reprimanded?"

Linghu Chong grinned upon hearing this, "Grandmaster Uncle didn't blame us. He had already guessed that we would go up the cliff, and he knew that Junior Sister and I wouldn't dare to act on our own, so naturally Brother Rong had the most ideas."

"He said that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. If you come to Huashan again in three years, I will make sure you are defeated."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, laughed a few times, and drank the tea in the cup as if it were wine.

"Three years later, I will go to Mount Huashan and have another sword fight with Master Feng."

Linghu Chong looked expectant.

Then I heard Zhao Rong say:
"Mr. Feng has been very kind to me for your guidance. The cliff of repentance is bare and bare. I hope Brother Linghu and Junior Sister Lingshan will visit and take care of him. I hope that when I see Senior Feng again, he will be in good spirits and good health."

Linghu Chong bowed to him and said, "Brother Rong, don't worry too much. Master's wife has already told us that this is our job as a junior."

Zhao Rong nodded and asked again: "Have you asked Senior Feng to teach you the Dugu Nine Swords?"

"Have."

Linghu Chong did not hide it: "Yesterday, my junior sister and I went up the cliff together to deliver food and fruits to Grand Master Uncle. He was in a good mood."

"Ask me and my junior sister to go up the mountain in a few days to teach the sword together."

"That sword power is so magical, I wonder how much we can learn from it."

Zhao Rong encouraged: "You can do it, but if you learn a few of the Nine Swords, you can be called a martial arts master."

"If you can also practice the Purple Cloud Divine Art to a high level, you will definitely become famous in the world in the future."

"Brother Linghu, you must study and practice more, and don't slack off."

Linghu Chong smiled, but was slightly surprised: "Brother Rong's desire to urge me to practice martial arts is no less than that of my master and his wife."

“Time waits for no one”

Zhao Rong looked at the Jade Toad in the sky and sighed: "Several decades later, when I climb the Five Mountains, who will I look for to discuss swordplay with?"

Linghu Chong understood what he meant instantly.

"I see."

"Brother Rong, just go to Mount Huashan. Linghu Chong will drink and duel with you."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, and he said as he poured him some tea:

"The ups and downs of the world are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, time will pass by. The imperial plan and hegemony are discussed and laughed, but it is not as good as the drunkenness of life."

After hearing this, Jiumengzi became drunk.

Zhao Rong laughed again and said:

"I will go south to Hengyang tomorrow. I won't drink tonight. We can drink next time we meet."

Linghu Chong was very reluctant to see his friend leave, but he was not a fussy person, so he clinked glasses with Zhao Rong and drank all the tea.
The next day.

Zhao Rong paid a visit to the Huashan couple early in the morning, and then led the Hengshan disciples down the Jade Maiden Peak. The Huashan disciples escorted them to the mountain path, and Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan escorted them to the foot of the mountain.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Yue Lingshan waved to Linghu Chong and watched the figure getting farther and farther away until it finally disappeared into a dense forest.

There was a sound of flute in the distance, but I didn't know who was playing it.

Senior Brother Huashan and Junior Sister turned around and suddenly saw an old man in a green robe.

They had no idea when the old man appeared.

"Uncle Grandmaster!"

The two of them went to greet him happily.

Feng Qingyang nodded without saying anything. His complexion was much better than when he first saw the sun on the Cliff of Repentance.

"Did that brat from Hengshan leave any words for you?"

Mr. Feng asked unhappily.

Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan both laughed. The call of "brat" was obviously because the young leader of Hengshan gave him some random advice.

However, since the Grand Master Uncle could come here, how could he feel any blame?

The two of them didn't point it out and just treated it as a small step forward.

Linghu Chong said, "He said he would go up Huashan again in three years to compete with Grand Master Uncle."

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, and Yue Lingshan asked:

"Uncle Taishi, are you sure you can win?"

Feng Qingyang said: "If the Hengshan kid comes back in three years, it won't be twenty moves."

"His sword skills are extremely powerful, but he has just started to learn the art of returning to the basics, and he learned it by himself. He is not like me who has the Dugu Nine Swords and can continue to practice according to the general formula."

The old voice slowly reached their ears:

"This entrance is like a chasm in the sky. It is not easy to cross it. He will have to explore the road ahead by himself, which will be even more difficult."

"I want every move to return to its original state, without any flaws, and to work as I wish. Three years is too short a time."

Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Brother Rong's training is improving day by day. Uncle Taishi can't judge him by common sense. After three years, you may have to go all out."

"Such a contest will surely be extremely exciting."

Feng Qingyang looked in the direction where the Hengshan disciple disappeared, and the image of the young man's graceful demeanor when he thrust out the sword with the twentieth move flashed in his mind.

Seventeen.
It really cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes.

He looked up at the sky, the sun shining through the gaps in the trees onto him, "It's been a long time since I've been down from Mount Hua."

Linghu Chong became interested: "Uncle Taishi, do you want to go look for that senior sculptor?"

"Don't go yet."

Feng Qingyang glanced at them and said, "Three days later, you will go up to the Cliff of Repentance with your swords."

"Yes!"

……

In Huayin City, the Hengshan faction rode their horses slowly and set out on their journey home.

Cheng Mingyi asked: "Brother, shall we go back to Hengyang directly?"

Zhao Rong looked towards the southeast: "Turn."

"Let's go to Luzhou first."

Qu Feiyan looked expectant: "Brother, are you going to look for that senior sculptor?"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded: "I don't know if he is in Qingshui Town right now."

……

The White Board Evil Star died on the fifteenth day at Mount Huashan.

At the foot of Mount Taishi
Lu Bai, Fei Bin, Feng Buping, and Yu Yinzi, four masters rushed all the way to Shengguan Peak.

At this moment, he was in a miserable state, without the arrogant attitude he had when he came down the mountain.

None of the men in black who had escaped from the Jade Maiden Peak with them caught up with them.

After escaping from Mount Huashan that night, they unexpectedly met the six strange men they had beaten away.

These six people were very vengeful and actually ambushed at the foot of the mountain.

They were all injured and were worried that the little monster from Hengshan would chase them, so they dared not fight with the six people.

Relying on his outstanding martial arts skills, he escaped all the way back to Dengfeng.

The remaining gangsters were all killed.

On Shengguan Peak.

Ding Mian, the Grand Guardian of Songshan, saw their miserable condition from the high wall and his face changed.

He flew down and met him.

"what happened?!"

"Where are the others?"

"They're all dead!" Fei Bin collapsed and shouted, "Brother Ding, they're all dead!"

Ding Mian was horrified, "Impossible!"

"Senior Baiban is with you. Even if Yue Buqun is at his most powerful, we will be able to win this battle. How could we fail?"

Lu Bai was filled with hatred and horror: "It's not Yue Buqun, it's that Zhao Rong!"

When he heard the name Zhao Rong, Ding Mian was slightly stunned.

"This man fought six people alone. Six of our masters surrounded him, but he killed them all."

"Senior Baiban died in his hands."

"Junior Brother Le also died under his sword!"

Lu Bai looked sad and angry when he shouted.

The usually steady and composed Grand Protector of Songshan opened his eyes wide, unable to believe his ears.

If anyone else brought this news, he would definitely scold the messenger.

How could a second-generation disciple kill so many masters?
But what Lu Bai said with his own mouth couldn't be false.

"Let's go and see Senior Brother Zuo first."

There was chaos at the gate of Songshan Mountain, so Ding Mian led them straight to the training room.

Fei Bin, Lu Bai and others came to this familiar place and their minds gradually calmed down.

In the summer, the training room has a fire burning for making tea, so it should be extremely hot.

But as soon as he stepped over the thick door with a copper ring with an animal head in front of the training room, a chill went straight through his entire back and rushed to the top of his head.

It's not just Fei Bin and Lu Bai, the same is true for Feng Buping and Yu Yinzi.

In front of the tiger-skin carpet, an iron kettle was hung on an iron chain from the roof beam and roasting over the fire.

Hot steam gushed out from the mouth of the kettle, making a series of beeping sounds.

And just behind the raging fire, there was a blood-red cloak hanging.

The blood color was so dazzling, and the jumping flames flashed and climbed on the blood-colored cloak, like a dancing monster. The gloomy ghost energy spread from Yanjin Meilin to Shengguan Peak.

Zuo Lengchan was standing behind the blood-red cloak, staring at them with a pair of cold and domineering eyes.

Ding Mian had seen the scene in the training room before.

Recently, Senior Brother Zuo has been obsessed with Dongfang Bubai's realm and has been studying the "mystery of life".

What's so strange about this?
Dongfang Bubai is the best in the world. Who in the martial arts world doesn’t want to understand the true meaning of life?

Zuo Lengchan saw the condition of the four people and knew that something was wrong.

But he did not panic and his face remained calm.

"Senior Brother Zuo!"

"Left Alliance Leader."

Several people greeted each other together.

"sit!"

Hearing this confident voice, Lu Bai and Fei Bin felt more at ease.

After they sat down, Zuo Lengchan asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Yu Yinzi didn't say anything. Feng Buping's gaze was on the bloody shirt.

Lu Bai and Fei Bin complemented each other, starting from leading the demon sect that besieged Xiang Wentian to Mount Huashan, and told everything that happened from Huayin City to Yunu Peak.

Especially Zhao Rong's swordsmanship
The two described in detail what they saw and felt.

Ding Mian, who was listening in, had a changing expression. When they talked about Le Hou's death at the hands of Zhao Rong, Ding Mian interrupted with a look of surprise:
"How could such a martial arts prodigy appear in this world?"

"Senior Brother Zuo has always said that he is not simple. Even when Sha Tianjiang brought back the news that he killed 'Monk Xibao' from Hengyang, I didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't expect that his skills were so profound."

"Brother Zuo, what kind of swordsmanship is that?"

Zuo Lengchan thought: "Since it is the Hengshan School's way, then it can only be the Five Divine Swords."

Ding Mian was puzzled: "Hasn't the essence of the Hengshan Five Divine Swords been lost?"

Zuo Lengchan shook his head. "It's meaningless to pursue these questions. His swordsmanship is no less than mine at this moment."

"Although he is only seventeen years old, he is quite patient. He was able to hide it from my eyes during the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting. Taoist Chongxu and Master Fangzheng didn't notice anything either."

"This kind of scheming is as frightening as his talent."

"It is amazing that Mo Da has not accepted any disciples for many years and yet he has managed to find a hero for Hengshan."

"Brother, what should we do next?" Lu Bai asked, "Should we continue to attack Huashan?"

Zuo Lengchan immediately shook his head. He did not respond directly to Lu Bai's words. He turned to Feng Buping and asked, "What are your plans, Mr. Feng?"

Feng Buping was also a man with ambitions, and he saw through the situation at this time.

"Both of my fellow apprentices died in Mount Hua, and they have no intention of returning to Zhongtiao Mountain to live in seclusion. I just want to know if Alliance Leader Zuo will look for an opportunity to attack Yue Buqun again?"

"nature!"

Zuo Lengchan waved his sleeves and said, "The head of Huashan Sect still belongs to Mr. Feng. I will never break my promise."

Feng Buping stood up from his seat and said, "Then I will stay at Shengguan Peak for a while. Everything will be arranged by Alliance Leader Zuo."

"it is good!"

Ding Mian walked a few steps and escorted Feng Buping out of the training room.

No matter how dumb Yu Yinzi was, he knew that he was an eyesore at the moment, so he stood up and said he wanted to return to Mount Tai for a while.

Ding Mian also sent him out, and at the same time called over the deputy leader Tang Ying'e and Jiuqu Sword Master Zhong Zhen.

When the two heard the news from Huashan, they were also stunned.

Who could have expected that the grand plan of unifying the Five Mountains would be ruined by a second-generation disciple of Hengshan.

A seventeen-year-old boy turned out to be their biggest obstacle.

Tang Ying'e was worried: "This Zhao Rong is not easy to deal with. His swordsmanship is so amazing. If he can train his internal strength in time, I'm afraid that Hengshan will be the most respected among the Five Mountains."

"He is only seventeen years old. Who knows if he will become the second Dongfang Bubai?"

Fei Bin shook his head firmly: "Impossible, his Hengshan swordsmanship is almost perfect, there is no way out."

Zhong Zhen was looking at what was in front of him: "He is already very difficult to kill because he can fight against six masters at this time. I am afraid that even if Senior Brother Zuo takes action, he will not be able to be killed."

Zuo Lengchan nodded:
"This must be the person who killed Ouyang Hesong in Xiaoyaojin."

"But they used Xuanwu Hall's Sun Zhongqing's mouth to throw dirty water on me."

"What a great nephew Zhao is! I really admire him."

Zuo Lengchan sighed slightly: "If I could go back three years ago, I would probably take him in as my last disciple before Mo Da did."

Fei Bin, Lu Bai and others were slightly stunned. They didn't expect Senior Brother Zuo to say such a thing.

Tang Ying'e said, "Brother Zuo, it is no longer appropriate to use force against Huashan at this time."

"Even if we take down Yue Buqun, we still have to face the Hengshan Sect."

Zuo Lengchan did not respond. He glanced at his five fellow apprentices and smiled domineeringly.

"When I took over the sect from my master, I was far from being able to dominate the Five Mountains. What are the difficulties now compared to what I had back then?"

"My fellow apprentice brothers, join hands with me and we can change the situation!"

“Brother Zuo, just give me your orders!”

"For the sake of our sect's cause, what does it matter if we die?" Ding Mian and others responded in unison.

"it is good!"

Zuo Lengchan laughed out loud: "The Demon Sect has Dongfang Bubai, Wudang and Shaolin have Fangzheng Chongxu, and each of the three sects has its own heritage. Now there is also Zhao Rong from Hengshan, showing his heroic spirit."

"Wouldn't it be great to break through so many obstacles one by one?"

"The weapon to break through the obstacles is right here in Fuzhou."

Zuo Lengchan did not hide the truth from his fellow disciples.

Tang Ying'e's eyes lit up and he said, "Brother, the upright people from the Qingcheng Sect in western Sichuan are secretly keeping an eye on the Fuwei Escort Agency."

"Yu Canghai's master was defeated by Lin Yuantu. Chang Qingzi must have given Yu Canghai some instructions before he died, which is why he set his sights on the Lin family's Sword Manual of Exorcism."

"The Qingcheng Sect's arrangement proves that Senior Brother's guess is correct!"

"What is the Sword Manual of Exorcism?"

Zuo Lengchan sneered: "Master Du Yuan is Lin Yuantu, and the Sword Manual of Exorcism is the Sunflower Manual. This trick can't hide from my eyes."

Fei Bin and Lu Bai, who had suffered a major defeat at Huashan, were also greatly encouraged:

"Brother, do you want to start right away?"

Fei Bin gestured with his hands: "There is nothing strange about the Fuwei Escort Agency. I will lead my men to the southeast and wipe out the entire Lin family."

"Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find the treasure book."

Tang Ying'e said, "No."

"If the treasure book is not in the escort agency, won't everything be in vain?"

Zuo Lengchan nodded: "Yu Canghai has been preparing for many years, he must have done a more detailed investigation than us."

"We will investigate the Lin family while keeping an eye on the Qingcheng Sect."

"If we don't find any definite results, we will wait for the Qingcheng Sect to take action, and then we can take the lead."

Zhong Zhen and others nodded, believing that this was the safest approach.

As for the Qingcheng Sect, they didn't take it seriously at all.

Zuo Lengchan added: "From now on, we will send people to Fuzhou to collect information from all sides."

"To be on the safe side, I will go there in person this time."

"My fellow apprentices, please bring your people with you to Fuzhou with me!"

"it is good!"

The five great guardians responded in unison.

"Dongfang Bubai is the only one in the Demon Sect who practices this treasure book. If I can get it, we brothers can learn the secrets of it together!"

Ding Mian and others were all excited when they heard this.

How could a martial artist not desire such miraculous skills?

Zuo Lengchan suddenly draped the blood-red cloak on the shelf over his back, his eyes were filled with sharp light, and had a mysterious color.

"We brothers, together, will comprehend the true meaning of life."

Tang Ying'e shouted:
"Understand the truth and unify the world!"

……

Who doesn’t want to understand the true meaning of life?
He was not fair, of course he wanted to.
Feng Buping was led into the courtyard by the disciples of Songshan, took off his shoes and sword, and lay on the bed.

He thought of the sword practice in Zhongtiao Mountain, the sword light of the young man that night, the rumors about Dongfang Bubai in Merlin, and...
The scene in the training room suddenly flashed across Feng Buping’s mind.

Zuo Lengchan stood behind the blood-red cloak. How could he not feel the greed in those eyes?

He lay dormant for twenty-three years and created one hundred and eight styles of Gale Sword. He did it not just for the sake of the mere leader of Huashan.

If you want to be one, be the leader of the Five Mountains!

This is how Huashan Sect was brought back to its peak.

Now that he had seen the swordsmanship of the young master of Hengshan, he had to hold back the 108 styles of the Gale Sword.

No one feels more aggrieved than Feng Buping.

"Bang~!"

He hammered the bed hard.

"What does Zuo Lengchan want to do? If it's about the unification of the Five Mountains, there's no need to hide it from me."

"That bloody robe. Dongfang Bubai"

Feng Buping recalled the greed in Zuo Lengchan's eyes, and suddenly understood. He sneered, "He wants to learn Dongfang Bubai's martial arts."

"How can I learn it?"

"Going up to Blackwood Cliff is simply courting death."

He laughed mockingly, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and his whole body changed from lying down to sitting upright.

What kind of person is Zuo Lengchan?
How could he not know this?
Feng Buping stood up and walked around the room barefoot.

He walked for a stick of incense.

Is it
Could it be that Zuo Lengchan knew other ways to obtain divine power? !
Not bad!

Only this can explain why he remained as calm as a rock after hearing the news about the young man from Hengshan.

"I have never heard of Dongfang Bubai's Kung Fu, but his moves are as fast as lightning and as magical as a demon. It can be seen that it is related to the Kung Fu formula."

"If I could obtain this magical skill and use it to demonstrate my swift sword skills, and increase my speed, who in the world would be able to rival me, Feng Buping?!"

When he thought of this, Feng Buping's face turned lustful.

It seems that there is a new and smooth road before our eyes.

Zuo Lengchan wants to understand the true meaning of life.

I will understand the profound meaning of life through the Songshan School!

……

"嘘嘚嘚"

There was a burst of brisk horse hoofbeats, followed by several sounds of reining in horses.

"Brother, we have arrived at Qingshui Town."

"Let's rest here today."

After entering the town, everyone reined in and walked slowly to avoid disturbing passers-by.

The atmosphere in the town was still as lively as it was that day. As soon as I entered the city, I saw several servants wearing straw-yellow tops and white trousers.

You can tell at a glance that it comes from an official residence, and is different from the home of a local rich man in the countryside.

There were also a few scholars fiddling with folding fans, and they were dressed very similarly to Master Yue.

He looked a bit dusty, and I guess he was in a hurry.

There were also several guards in shorts standing next to them, with fierce faces making them look like they were not easy to mess with.

After Zhao Rong and his party arrived on horseback, the guards' expressions changed slightly.

"Son."

They called out softly and pulled the scholars to the side of the road.

"These people are extremely difficult to deal with, so please don't rush into them, sir."

The scholars looked up and saw a handsome young man with extraordinary bearing riding a horse, and riding next to him was a lovely girl in a green dress.

The eight or nine people behind were calm and composed, occasionally glancing at me without any offense, and were extremely nonchalant.

When they were far away, the young man asked, "I think these people look very friendly, how can you tell they are not easy to mess with?"

An elderly guard with a weathered face said:
"My lord, you don't know that these people all carry swords of the same style, and they have extraordinary bearings. Most of them are from major sects."

"They are different from ordinary martial artists. They are extremely powerful and have extremely high martial arts skills."

"When encountering such underworld forces, it is better to have less trouble than more."

The scholar asked curiously, "Brother Shen, you can handle seven or eight ruffians by yourself. How does your Kung Fu compare to theirs?"

"No comparison, no comparison"

The guard looked embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly.

He was still explaining to the scholar that Zhao Rong didn't pay any attention to them and first found an inn to release the horses.

This time I took the familiar route and headed straight towards the east of the town, through the streets filled with hawking sounds.

The old shopkeeper wearing a red cap came out to greet them when he saw them.

"Five Mountains Hero!"

He was extremely enthusiastic: "I still remember you were here last year."

"This young hero, and this generous hero!"

The old shopkeeper pointed at Zhao Rong and then at Da Nian.

"You are a really amazing shopkeeper," Xiang Danian said with a smile, "There are so many people from the underworld traveling back and forth, do you know them all?"

"I don't have that kind of memory."

The old shopkeeper gave a thumbs up, "But I was impressed by how you wiped out the bandits in Sanshipu."

"Since you passed Sanshipu, everything has been peaceful there again."

"Most of the townspeople who had fled Sanshipu have returned. I bought charcoal from the charcoal seller there last winter."

The old shopkeeper was just testing them, but when he saw that there was no change on their faces, he knew that these were the people who were fighting evil in Sanshi Shop.

He immediately vacated all the upper rooms, reduced their lodging fees, and gave them two jars of good wine.

After inquiring, it was found out that it was the Hengshan and Huashan sects that eliminated the bandits.

After making arrangements at the inn, Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan went to the west of the town together.

There was a small tower over there, and as I remembered, across a bazaar where people were hawking goods along the way.

Walk to the edge of the market.

Zhao Rong kept looking towards the street and found the statue shop.

"Is this the place?" The girl looked around but didn't see the old sculptor that Zhao Rong mentioned.

Zhao Rong pointed toward the door and said, "He was there at the time, carving the backlight of a Buddha statue."

现在
The old man was gone, replaced by a child about six years old.

He was holding a piece of wood, head lowered, concentrating on carving something.

Zhao Rong had a bad feeling and walked into the store.

A clerk holding a chisel wiped his sweat with a towel around his neck and said, "Sir, what do you want to carve?"

Zhao Rong said apologetically: "I want to ask about someone."

"He has gray hair, his last name is Gu, and he used to make a Buddha statue at this door."

The guy frowned: "When did it happen?"

"Last year, it was near the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The waiter suddenly realized, "Then it's hard to find. Our store changed owners two months ago. The original group of people went to Luzhou to do big business. You can go to Luzhou to look for it."

"Thank you."

Zhao Rong thanked him and showed a look of regret as he left.

"Maybe he went to Luzhou, maybe he went back to Gusu. But in the vast sea of ​​people, it's hard to find him."

The girl pulled his arm and said, "Big Haiyang Ping, we will meet again someday."

"Brother Rong, send someone to inquire later, there will always be news."

"It can only be the."

A look of disappointment flashed across Zhao Rong's face, and the child at the door suddenly raised his head and stared at his face.

Qu Feiyan asked with a smile: "Kid, what are you looking at?"

The child pointed at Zhao Rong and said, "This big brother looks like the statue in my house."

Zhao Rong reacted very quickly, with a hint of surprise on his face:
"Is your grandfather's last name Gu?"

"I don't know," the child shook his head.

"Then what's your name?"

"I don't have a name."

The child continued, "I used to wash dishes in a restaurant. The owner called me Aji, saying it was auspicious. But I always broke the plates and bowls, so he scolded me for being useless."

"Aji is so useless that the shopkeeper kicked me out."

“Then my grandfather took me in and taught me how to carve statues.”

Zhao Rong asked: "Then what are you doing here?"

"I can carve people and swords, and I want to work here to earn money to support my grandfather, but they don't want me, and I don't want to leave."

"Where is your grandpa now?"

"at home."

"Lead the way. I want him to help me make something." Zhao Rong glanced at the child and added, "If he can make it, I will give him a lot of money."

The child immediately smiled and said, "Okay!"

He put away the carving knife and the block of wood, put the sawdust at the door into his pocket, and quickly led the way.

Cross a street and enter an alley.

There were thirteen doors in a row, and the child stood at the door of a wooden door that had already been opened and invited them in.

Zhao Rong's gaze penetrated a small courtyard full of green vegetables and saw a white-haired old man in the hall.

Just like before, his hands were constantly moving. A carving knife was flying and dancing in his hand, able to shape anything.

This time, he sculpted not a Buddha statue, but a young boy.

The young man was in a sword-drawing stance.

"Mr. Gu."

Zhao Rong shouted and Aji was slightly stunned.

The old man had not finished his work. He did not raise his head, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Aji, pour the tea."

He added: "The best tea."

"Yes!"

Zhao Rong stared at the many statues of young men in the house, some of which were wood carvings and some were clay sculptures.

The only thing they have in common is that they are lifelike.

"After not seeing you for a year, Mr. Gu's swordsmanship has improved greatly."

He still didn't look up, but his smile got wider: "Thanks to you."

"Thinking back carefully about your swordsmanship that day, I gained something, but it's still a little short of perfection."

Zhao Rong took the tea brought by Aji and suddenly said:
"Senior, I saw the Jiangnan man you mentioned."

Hearing this, the old man raised his head instantly, then quickly lowered it again.

His face was gloomy and he no longer smiled.

He was just breathing heavily, and the carving knife in his hand moved faster:
"Unfortunately, my swordsmanship still has flaws, and I am still no match for him."

"Almost, but a lot less."

Zhao Rong said, "Senior, do you remember what I said at the beginning?"

"Which sentence?"

"I have never lost a sword fight. Although you are a statue, you have mastered the spirit of sword fighting. Why don't you show me one of your moves? If I meet that man from Jiangnan in the future, I can also take with me the experience you have given me when I fight him."

"."

"So, I faced the man from Jiangnan and used the sword that the senior showed me."

As Mr. Gu listened to his words, it was as if time had stopped and he did not move at all.

"The results of it"

There was a hint of lightness in Zhao Rong's tone: "Not defeated."

"Impossible," the old man shook his head decisively.

"That sword has a flaw, it's not enough."

His tone was firm, yet a little excited.

After a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "Is it true?"

"You used my sword to fight against the men from Jiangnan and never lost."

Zhao Rongfu said: "Really."

Mr. Gu suddenly realized and sighed: "Time is ruthless. I am old, and he is old too. Otherwise, that sword would not be enough."

"The Jiangnan man has white hair, and he is indeed old."

Zhao Rong added: "But his sword has not aged, no moves are better than moves, it has reached perfection."

"Just like the predecessor, the man is old, but the sword is not. He stayed in his youth, always pursuing."

The old man's eyes lit up and his expression was solemn: "My friend, please draw your sword."

Zhao Rong drew his sword, and the moment he thrust it out
Aggie saw
The wooden and clay sculptures in the house seem to come alive.

That is the boy that Grandpa has been sculpting. His posture and appearance are exactly the same!
The old sculptor stared at the sword infatuatedly.

This sword, which seemed ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, caused his heart to surge with huge waves!
Yes, this is his sword!

But it's not just his sword!

"Senior, will this sword defeat me?"

"will not."

“Returning to nature has become natural”

The old man recited these words slowly, and suddenly looked at the carving knife in his hand in a daze for a long while.

Then he raised his head and said, "Aji, bring some wine."

"Yes!"

Zhao Rong sheathed his sword and said with a smile, "Last time I treated you to a drink, this time you treat me to a drink."

Mr. Gu stared at him:
"I invite you, and I invite my youth."

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