Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 154 Little Grandmaster! (8.641k)

A beautiful woman cannot retain her youth, and a young man full of vigor and vitality will also grow old in the world.

When is the best time to be young in this world? You will be an old man with chicken skin in no time.

The green leaves in the house are blooming with green life. In front of the patio in the broken courtyard, the young man and the old man have already drunk three cups of wine together.

What surprised Zhao Rong was that
The wine he drank was actually the osmanthus wine he gave to the old man last year.

The old plastic worker said:
"After a year, this sword has more mature than my original sword."

Zhao Rong held up a wine cup as big as an egg and laughed:

"After a year, this wine is more fragrant than the one I gave it away originally."

Mr. Gu smiled and couldn't help asking, "Can you tell me about your sword fight with the man from Jiangnan?"

"Okay, but I promised that senior not to reveal his identity."

"No problem, I just want to know his sword skills."

Zhao Rong nodded and told him about the twenty-move duel.

The old sculptor's eyes changed continuously, and when he heard the last sword, he was delighted and shocked.

Suddenly, his face was full of doubts again, and he murmured:
"The state of no moves?"

"This is the first time I've heard the saying that no move is better than a move."

Zhao Rong smiled slightly:
"That senior's swordsmanship is like this. He values ​​the sword's intention, so he understands it this way. If there are no flaws, or if there are flaws but they can't be hit, in his eyes, this kind of swordsmanship is a no-move method."

"Our swordsmanship is different from his. In fact, we each have our own strengths. It is not necessarily the case that having no moves is the most powerful."

The old man nodded in agreement, sensing the youth's spirit.

"good."

He responded and the two clinked glasses again.

They started talking about swordsmanship again and exchanged ideas with each other.

Mr. Gu recalled: "I used the Huifeng Sword to fight Lin Yuantu, but was defeated. So I returned to Gusu and secluded myself for 16 years. Watching the ups and downs of Jiangnan, I realized a set of sword techniques."

"Oh?" Zhao Rong was curious.

The old man spat out five words: "Returning Wind and Splashing Rain Sword."

"At the time, I thought this sword technique was light and graceful, difficult to grasp, and would be famous all over the world."

“I didn’t expect that what I learned in the past sixteen years would be exposed to so many flaws in the hands of a man from Jiangnan.”

"I felt hopeless at the time, but I refused to accept it."

"For the next twenty-two years, I have been searching for a way to make my swordsmanship flawless, but I was always just a little short of it."

His cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he looked at Zhao Rong again: "After watching your sword today and listening to the talk about sword meaning and sword power, I have a vague understanding of something."

Zhao Rong immediately said:

"Senior, why don't you come back to Hengyang with me to discuss swordsmanship."

"I will have another battle with that Jiangnan man in three years. Senior, please come with me and see him again."

The old plastic worker was moved, and hesitated for a few seconds: "I am an old man, how can I go to Hengyang to disturb you?"

Zhao Rong was overjoyed when he saw that he did not refuse:

"Senior, you are joking. Folk art is art, statues and woodcarving are also art. We are one family. What's the point of disturbing everyone in their artistic exchange?"

Mr. Gu's eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong again.

Looking at this young man who is far more stunning than myself when I was young, and thinking of this wonderful fate, I can no longer say no.

He smiled and nodded.

Zhao Rong smiled and picked up the wine jar and filled it up again.

"When will Mr. Gu go south? All my fellow apprentices are in town and can help carry the luggage."

Mr. Gu shook his head: "No need to wait for me."

He pointed at Aji and said, "I don't have anything to bring, so I'll just take this doll with me when the time comes."

After saying this, he looked up at the sky through the courtyard well:

"I'm waiting for a heavy rain."

"After this heavy rain, I will go south from Qingshui Town to Hengyang, and three years later I will go with you to meet the man from the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Rong's doubts were suddenly resolved
After drinking one of the two jars of osmanthus wine, Mr. Gu gave the remaining jar to Zhao Rong and asked him to take it back to Hengyang.

We agreed to have a drink again when we meet in Hengyang.

Knowing that the old man wanted to learn swordsmanship, Zhao Rong said goodbye early and set out on the journey back to the inn with Qu Feiyan.

Xiao Qu was a little curious: "Why does Mr. Gu want to wait for the rain?"

"It has something to do with his swordsmanship."

Zhao Rong explained:
"The Wind-Returning and Rain-Pouring Sword should be trained by observing the momentum of wind and rain. If you want to have no flaws, you need to take advantage of the momentum, make the deadly moves come alive to the extreme, and make the sword strike simple and natural."

"Sword power? Wind and rain, divine peak, isn't that the same as you?"

The girl was even more looking forward to this set of swordsmanship.

Zhao Rong added: "It is precisely because of this that I was able to incorporate Mr. Gu's swordsmanship into the twentieth move."

"But our moves are completely different."

"Especially after this duel with Senior Feng, I was inspired by Dugu Nine Swords, and there will be more differences."

Qu Feiyan said "Oh" and proposed a hypothesis:
"If Mr. Gu makes further progress, who will have a better chance of winning at the Huashan Sword Contest three years later, him or Mr. Feng?"

"That"

Zhao Rong said with a hint of regret, "Mr. Feng definitely has a better chance of winning. His Dugu Nine Swords have already reached perfection, and Mr. Gu still needs to practice more."

"Who do you want to see win?"

The girl smiled and shook his arm: "Brother wins."

……

The White Board Evil Star died on the forty-fourth day at Mount Huashan.

The Hengshan faction took care of a few short-sighted thieves along the way, and after stopping and starting many times, they finally returned to Hengyang.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

At the gate of Hengshan Sect, Quan Ziju, who heard the news, ran out to greet them.

Seeing his hurried look, Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "But what happened in Hengzhou Prefecture?"

"There are no major events for now, but there are a lot of trivial matters."

I wanted to chat as we walked, but Zhao Rong kept greeting his enthusiastic fellow students and we didn't talk much along the way.

Arriving at Cangjian Pavilion, everything finally quieted down.

"Is it a demonic cult?"

"good."

Quan Ziju said: "Since the death of Monk Xibao in Hengyang last time, the fringe members of the Demon Cult are not afraid, but have repeatedly caused trouble near Hengzhou Prefecture."

"Recently, people like the Twin Snakes Evil Beggar and Jade Spirit Taoist have also been active."

"It seems that everyone wants to contribute to the White Tiger Hall."

Zhao Rong felt strange: "Didn't Master and Uncle Lu take action?"

"Take action."

“I’m still outside today.”

Quan Ziju flipped through the intelligence with a sigh on his face: "Master has killed several flag owners and leaders. Uncle Lu is ruthless. He has taken action several times and led people to wipe out all the marginalized people who formed a group."

"We have also suffered casualties here. I don't know what has driven the Demon Cult crazy. Instead of being afraid of being killed, they are moving closer to Hengzhou Prefecture."

"In the Yuezhou Prefecture area, followers of the Tianfeng Hall and Zijin Hall appeared."

“I haven’t received any further news yet.”

"But the probability of them coming to Hengyang is very high."

Zhao Rong frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

Tianfeng Hall and Zijin Hall are not as famous as Baihu Hall and Qinglong Hall, but they are also one of the twelve halls of the Demon Cult.

That is
This incident was not the result of arbitrary actions by the fringe members of the Demonic Cult, but was instigated by Heimu Ya.

As for targeting the Hengshan School, that is impossible.

Compared with the battle between good and evil in the Central Plains, the Hengshan Sect is far from being a thorn in the side of Heimu Cliff.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly recalled my experience in Fengyang.

That night, he, Monk Bujie, and Xiang Wentian committed a serious crime against the Demon Cult.

The streets were littered with the bodies of the thieves.

The Demon Cult is currently gaining great prestige, and after something like this, it is very likely that they will send more people to hunt them down.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong immediately told Quan Ziju the news about Xiang Wentian.

The timing was perfect.

"Xiang Wentian went south from Fengyang and passed Jingchu to Yuezhou. It's very likely."

Quan Ziju's eyes twitched, "They're not really going to Hengyang, are they?"

Zhao Rong also looked depressed. "I'm not afraid if he comes alone, but if he brings a long tail, it will be troublesome."

"Send someone outside to investigate soon."

"it is good."

"Brother, do you want to go into seclusion?"

"want."

Zhao Rong looked through the intelligence and said, "Xiang Wentian is very skilled in martial arts. If you have any news about him, don't act rashly and go up the mountain to inform me as soon as possible."

Quan Ziju nodded.

Zhao Rong reviewed all the recent news about the underworld near Hengyang City, and found that there were indeed undercurrents.

At dusk, Master and Uncle Lu, who had gone to Anren, had not returned yet.

He was a little worried and felt irritated.

I even thought about going out to look for it.

at last
Before night fell, he heard some noise coming from the gate of the mountain, which finally made him feel relieved.

Coming down from Tingfengtai, we saw three old men going up the mountain one after another.

Zhao Rong was a little surprised.

How come Uncle Teacher Fang is here too?

"Master, uncle."

Zhao Rong stepped forward to say hello. The golden-eyed crow's eyes moved around his limbs, and it felt relieved to see that he was not missing any limbs.

Uncle Fang smiled leisurely and nodded.

Zhao Rong saw that his clothes were clean and it was obvious that he was not with the other two.

Mr. Mo Da smiled and said, "Arong, what did you gain from this trip to Huashan?"

"It's a small gain."

Zhao Rong looked humble and said, "I barely made up for the lost Five Divine Swordsmanship and the essence of the One Move that Covers All the Way in my sect."

The three elders were stunned for a moment when they heard half of it.

Then his face changed drastically.

"What!?"

Even Fang Qianju, who was indifferent to worldly affairs and full of high tastes, was shocked.

He quickly took two steps towards Zhao Rong: "Master nephew, are you teasing us on purpose?"

"The sound of the spring is like the lotus, the crane is flying in the purple canopy, the sound of books is heard in the stone granary, the clouds are like the pillars of heaven, and the wild geese are flying back to Zhurong. Not a single move is missing."

Just a few words took the three of them a long time to react.

Everyone thought of the instructions given by their elders.

The thirteenth generation of disciples failed to live up to the trust of their teacher, and they also felt that they did not have the ability to do so.

It’s a mess no matter how bad it is, and it’s a regret no matter how bad it is.

If the essence of the Five Sacred Swords reappears, it would truly be "the blessing of our ancestors, and the spirits in heaven."

Mr. Mo Da stared at his apprentice. Although he guessed that this was a matter of time, he was still very excited when this day suddenly arrived.

"Where is the sword manual?"

Mr. Mo Da's voice trembled slightly.

Before Zhao Rong had the chance to ask them, he was taken to Cangjian Pavilion by the three commanders.

He organized the sword techniques on paper, and when they looked at them, their faces looked a little strange.

Lu Lianrong's pair of yellow eyes kept turning around, with a hint of confusion in them.

He was taught the Shilin Divine Sword's sword manual by his master, so he was watching the moves derived from the Shilin Divine Sword that covered the entire route.

When I saw the first few pages, I excitedly shouted "wonderful", as if a mystery that had troubled me for years was finally solved!
When Fang Qianju looked at the Hibiscus Sword, and when Mr. Mo Da looked at the essential moves derived from the Purple Cover and Tianzhu Swords, they felt the same as Lu Lianrong.

The feeling of seeing the light after the clouds have been cleared and one's mind is free from worry and excitement is more than just a "wonderful".

However.
When they finished reading the whole package, they suddenly discovered that there was another move after the previous one!
It was because of this subsequent move that the three of them fell into the clouds again.

Fang Qianju took a deep breath, "Senior Brother Liu was taught the Hibiscus Sword by Master. I have also read this sword manual many times."

"This move, Spring Singing Hibiscus, is absolutely the essence. I can be sure that this move of our sect can cover the entire path."

"but"

"What's the matter with this last move?"

"I was confused by what I saw, but it felt very wonderful. I couldn't say if this was our sect's all-in-one sword technique."

Fang Qianju tilted his head slightly and smacked his lips repeatedly, unable to figure out what was going on:
"Master nephew, one move covers the entire route, how can there be two moves?"

The teacher's expression was very interesting. Zhao Rong smiled and responded: "This is a one-trick pony."

"Uncle Master, the move you saw first was created by our sect's founder. Originally, it didn't have a luck method, but now I have added it."

"The latter move has nothing to do with our sect's founder. It is a move that I learned on my own."

"what?"

The teacher uncle let out a strange cry, his expression all over his face, and he couldn't help but watch the next move again.

"Why is your move more advanced?"

He opened his mouth wide: "Master nephew, have you surpassed the master?"

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head: "It's hard to say who is better."

"Master uncle thinks that my swordsmanship is more advanced, that's because our swordsmanship is based on the path of our ancestor. If you look at the moves he left behind, they are naturally clear."

"The divine peak sword power that I comprehended is different from that of the ancestor, so when Uncle Master looks at my swordsmanship based on the ancestor's foundation, there will naturally be a gap."

There is one more thing I haven’t said.

Although my uncle’s martial arts skills are pretty good, his eyesight when it comes to swordsmanship is still a little lacking.

In this respect, neither of the two uncles is as good as the master.

Zhao Rong turned his gaze to Mr. Mo Da. The old man was already immersed in the brand new Tianzhu Cloud Qi.

The three of them didn't bother.
"Zheng~!"

After a long time, suddenly there was a sound of sword accompanied by the sound of piano, and Mr. Mo Da pulled out the sword from the piano.

He leaped into the yard, and the thin sword in his hand flashed a sword shadow.

The Tianzhu Cloud move emerged from the clouds and mist, and the steps and moves were in sync, making the movement uncertain and unpredictable.

Although it is only a short move, it illustrates the strange and bizarre changes of Hengshan swordsmanship.

If the enemy is not careful, he will die on the spot.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Mo Da stopped his sword, and the melancholy that had accumulated in his heart for many years poured out like a river, never to return.

Lu Lianrong said: "Big Brother, please use the Heavenly Pillar Cloud Energy of our ancestor as well."

"Ah."

Mo Da nodded. He knew the Tianzhu Divine Sword Manual very well. Watching the master's moves one by one, he immediately felt a sense of progression and quickly integrated it into his sword skills.

It didn't take much effort before he performed the master's whole set of moves.

only.
"Did you make a mistake?" Uncle Fang said whatever came to his mind.

Mr. Mo Da said, "How could I make a mistake? This move is smoother to use, and the previous move was more difficult. Can't you see that?"

Zhao Rong said, "That's because of the luck method. Master is not familiar with it yet, so it's slow."

Fang Qianju stroked his chin and said, "Based on the two sword techniques that Senior Brother demonstrated, doesn't that mean that Senior Brother's nephew's one move is more powerful than that of our Grandmaster?"

"To the future Hengshan disciples, you are the equivalent of the Grandmaster!"

"The young master has surpassed the old master. Hehehe." The golden-eyed crow couldn't help but let out a low laugh: "My sect is going to prosper!"

Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard, feeling very pleased, with a look of pride on his face.

"Arong, how did you do it?"

Zhao Rong bowed in the direction of the Five Gods Peaks, "In fact, the Grandmaster's move Bao Yi Lu is also very powerful, but it must be performed with the Grandmaster's Divine Peak Sword Force to fully demonstrate its power."

"My sword moves are different from my master's."

"Because I can transform with sword light, and I have seen sword techniques from various schools, I have a little bit of the ability to encompass everything."

“So the move I learned covers all aspects of the sword, from the upper to the lower sword form.”

"As long as you have enough internal strength, can launch the sword quickly enough, and learn the moves and luck techniques well, you will be able to perform my set of five divine swords based on the divine sword manual."

After hearing this, the three elders felt dizzy.

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, he immediately drew his sword and performed the full version of Tianzhu Cloud.

The difference between Zhao Rong's sword moves and what Mr. Mo Da had just displayed was that there were a lot of phantom sword lights in his sword moves. These phantom lights seemed to have become clouds and mist, lingering around his body. It was really like smoke and mist, wandering and unpredictable!

"How about it?"

Zhao Rong put away his sword and looked at the three elders with a smile.

At this moment, the three old men looked at the young man, and it was as if they had seen the founder of Hengshan in an instant.

The genealogy of the Hengshan School seems to need a separate page.

Mr. Mo Da was afraid that he would fly into the sky, so he asked, "Can you defeat Dongfang Bubai?"

Zhao Rong sniffed: "No."

"We need to practice more."

"Yes." Uncle Fang looked at Zhao Rong and then at Mo Da.

Big. Senior brother. Is this how he teaches his disciples?
Even Dongfang Bubai has moved out.

Dongfang Bubai, isn’t he the best in the world?
It was rare for Lu Lianrong to look up to Mr. Mo Da.

This group of five divine swords is extremely extraordinary. Following the "Hengshan Jingmen Big Dipper Sword Formation", another sect-stabilizing magical skill has appeared.

Both the Huifeng Luoyan Sword and the Yunwu Thirteen Styles have very high thresholds and require a certain level of understanding.

However, Zhao Rong's swordsmanship gives people a sense of natural development.

If you practice internal strength and sword moves at the same time, you will be able to perform this powerful sword technique.

After gaining form, if he gains power, it will be even more terrifying.

Mr. Mo Da is a master after all. He immediately thought of a question:
"Ah Rong, you have your own foundation. Since you can change our sect's most profound sword moves, shouldn't you be able to change other sword moves as well?"

"Master is absolutely right."

Zhao Rong nodded: "But I don't intend to overturn the existing sword moves."

"I also comprehended the master's level from the existing sword moves. Perhaps someone will be able to embark on this path in the future."

Uncle Fang asked, "What are your plans, Master Nephew?"

Zhao Rong's face showed a hint of anticipation: "I feel that I am still some distance away from mastering the swordsmanship, but by chance, I can now see the road ahead more clearly."

"Once I have mastered the knowledge, I will start to create a sword manual."

Even Mr. Mo Da looked fascinated when he heard this.

But the difficulty is self-evident.

For a master like him, it is remarkable that he could create some sword techniques.

As for the treasured sword manuals, they are on another level entirely.

There are more top masters in the world than those who practice martial arts, and fewer who create new skills.

Uncle Master Fang secretly sighed: "This is the ability to found a school, and a large one at that. He is indeed worthy of being the young master of the modern era."

"Uncle Master, I will be ashamed if you praise me any more."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "This is something that has not been accomplished yet. If you three elders hadn't asked, I wouldn't have mentioned it."

"I will always be optimistic about the master's nephew."

Uncle Fang encouraged him and said quickly, "Senior Brother Liu asked me to tell you to find time to come over to chat."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you just ask your fellow disciples to pass it on? Why bother your uncle to make a trip?"

Fang Qianju said, "Important matters must be treated seriously. Senior Brother specially asked me to come here."

"understood."

Zhao Rong roughly guessed what it was.

Fang Qianju said goodbye to his two senior brothers from Cangjian Pavilion. Before leaving, he also took away the two essential moves of the Hibiscus Sword.

Then, Zhao Rong talked with his master and Uncle Lu about the situation in Anren.

After some communication, I found out that they had gone out to do something big.

Lu Lianrong sneered: "Zhou Gutong and Wu Baiying treated me as if I didn't exist. As soon as they arrived in Anren, they were discovered by my people."

"Before they could disrupt the Tea Gang, I called my senior brother to kill these two people."

One of these two men was blind in his left eye, and the other in his right eye. They used golden crutches and were masters among the fringe members of the Demon Cult, the Tongbai Twins.

"Are these two also working for the White Tiger Hall?"

"Ah."

Mr. Mo Da said: "Before they died, they were still threatening us with the names of Shangguan Yun and Yang Lianting."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong told all the speculations he had made with his junior brother Quan Ziju.

Hearing the title of "King of Heaven", Lu Lianrong and Mo Da were slightly surprised.

"Trouble, this guy is really powerful."

Lu Lianrong asked: "Can you beat him?"

"can."

Zhao Rong said confidently: "I have fought with him before. If we fight head-on, he is probably not my opponent. But if he wants to run, I am afraid I can't kill him."

The golden-eyed crow was extremely satisfied.

I feel very comfortable.

In the past, a single overlord could turn the Hengzhou martial arts world upside down.

Now, the Hengshan School is much more confident than before.

The King of Heaven?

You are not afraid of the 13th generation leader, but are you afraid of the 14th generation leader?
Mr. Mo Da pondered, "The Blackwood Cliff expert chasing him is extremely troublesome, and is different from those marginal people."

"If we take action and keep all these people in Hengzhou, we are afraid that Dongfang Bubai will get angry and go south."

"good."

Lu Lianrong warned Zhao Rong: "Don't worry, with your training speed, Dongfang Bubai... We can wait for him for another five or ten years. It's not like we can't wait."

The three of them discussed for a while, and Zhao Rong talked about the battle that took place on Mount Hua.

After listening to this, Lu Lianrong returned to Danzhen Pavilion.

Mr. Mo Da stared at his back and sighed:
"In fact, your Uncle Lu is very concerned about the affairs of our sect, but he used to look down on me and Brother Liu."

Mr. Mo Da said, "Don't think that he is cold and mean. He cares about you very much. You should know this."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Disciple will naturally know."

"Zuo Lengchan suffered heavy losses on Mount Hua, so he should be quiet for a while."

After Mo Da finished saying this, he asked how those sword techniques that covered all the subjects came about.

It’s impossible that Zhao Rong created that set of techniques.

Since the master asked, Zhao Rong certainly wouldn't hide it from him.

So he told Mr. Mo Da about the sword duel with Mr. Feng.

Mr. Mo Da frowned slightly and said, "If I had known that you had an agreement, I shouldn't have asked you. Don't mention this to anyone else."

"Ah."

The secrets in the stone cave of Siguo Cliff and Feng Qingyang's miraculous swordsmanship both made Mr. Mo Da sigh and shocked.

But these two things are not what he cares about most.
"Senior Feng said that I am more capable than your master?"

"Master Feng said this himself, and I am not lying at all."

Mr. Mo Da was delighted: "As expected of a hermit master with superb swordsmanship, he is indeed very skilled."

"If you want to retreat, go as soon as possible."

"Most of the disciples in the sect are still practicing fast swords, and their skills are not that solid. For the time being, this Five Divine Swordsmanship will only be passed on to the true disciples."

"You don't have to be distracted. Let me lead them in the practice."

"it is good."

The next morning, Zhao Rong met with his fellow disciples at Tingfengtai.

He also responded to some people's questions about sword techniques and sword formations.

It was not until after lunch at noon that he had time to return to Zhaojiawu.

This time, he stayed at home for three consecutive days, and Xiaoqu was there every day.

Grandpa watched them practicing sword in the yard and found it interesting.

On the fourth day, he took Qu Feiyan to Liu's house.

Xiaoqu finally saw the musician grandfather.

Although the musician grandfather avoided her and the two didn't talk much, it was enough to see that they were both fine with each other.

"Junior Brother Fang has been praising you, saying that you are the young ancestor of our sect. I think he is absolutely right."

Mr. Liu's face was flushed: "This move, Quan Ming Fu Rong, your technique is even more advanced."

"The master's swordsmanship does not understand the power, and its power is much weaker than the move you created."

Mr. Liu Sanye's talent is no worse than Mr. Mo Da's. His skills are a little weaker because his mind is not focused on them at all.

If the Third Master had put the energy he had devoted to practicing martial arts instead of his obsession with music, his martial arts skills would have been much higher.

"Now I have a way to get through all the way, and I have completed my master's request. I have nothing to worry about anymore."

In the elegant house, Fang Qianju said in a disheartening tone: "Brother, this move of Bao Yi Lu was not something you figured out. Master will definitely find fault with it."

"What does that matter?"

Master Liu patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and said, "My nephew is half my apprentice, but my senior brother just cut him off. I don't want to compete with him."

"If the disciple understands, the master will naturally have the credit."

"When I return to the underworld, Master won't be able to find fault with me."

Uncle Fang laughed and found his words interesting.

"Since my uncle has no more concerns, why should I retire?" Zhao Rong really couldn't understand.

But Mr. Liu is a stubborn artist who pursues perfection.

"Nephew, there is no need to persuade me anymore."

“Your heart is not in the arena, your body is not in the arena, only when both your body and mind are withdrawn, can you be the master of the arena.”

"In another year, I will choose an auspicious date."

Master Liu patted his arm again and said, "Nephew, today I am officially informing you."

"You are also the first person I invited."

"When the time comes, come over and congratulate Uncle Master."

"I will definitely come." Zhao Rong bowed and stopped persuading.

I wanted to persuade him, but I couldn't.

Mr. Liu Sanye's kindness was hard to refuse, so Zhao Rong was kept in his house for a day.

At noon, we eat and play music.

In the evening, facing the bright moon, everyone was in high spirits.

Inside Liu's mansion, there were melodious music, singing voices everywhere, and the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras lingering in the ears.

The brothers and sisters showed off their strengths, and many of them danced with swords in the pavilion to liven up the atmosphere.

Suddenly a toad jumped into the courtyard, disturbing the fun, so a disciple stepped forward and whipped it dozens of times, driving it away to another courtyard.

There was laughter all around.

If Zhao Rong is also a person obsessed with playing the zither,
I'm afraid I'm "enjoying myself here and not wanting to retreat."

The Liu Mansion was a big melting pot, and when Zhao Rong left the mansion, he was covered with the artistic atmosphere.

A sparrow flying past him began to sing in a refined manner, chirping a tune, obviously influenced by the artistic atmosphere.

According to the current trend, would Songshan dare to come to Hengyang to cause trouble?

In another year, even if Zuo Lengchan came in person, he wouldn’t be able to do it.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully and decided not to worry about it.

Since Master San likes to wash his hands, then go ahead and wash them.

Zhao Rong stayed at home for another day, then went to the mountain gate to give instructions to his fellow apprentice Quan, and then went to the top of the Tianzhu to meditate.

On the way back to Hengyang from Huayin, the five divine sword moves were extremely clear in his mind.

It's not troublesome to organize.

However, further exploration of the sword's power would be fraught with difficulties.

After the last Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, he had many ideas that could be realized quickly.

This time I have more ideas, but it is difficult to materialize them.

A few days before reaching the top of Tianzhu Peak, Zhao Rong looked a little tired.

He sat on the top of the mountain, thinking carefully about the duel with Feng Qingyang that day.

It was the fifth day.

He finally took action and drew his sword.

The sword moves carved on the stone wall of Siguo Cliff were transformed one by one.

The Taishan School's Five Great Swords.

The Twelve Ziwu Swords of the Songshan School.

Hengshan School's Wanhua Sword Technique.

The Huashan Sect's three deadly swords.

……

His phantom sword became more and more magical, and in his hands, these sword techniques displayed the charm of various sword techniques.

Even Master Ding Xian of the Hengshan School felt inferior after seeing his Wanhua Sword Technique.

Every time he performed the sword move, the flaws in it appeared in his mind.

The ten elders of the Demon Cult found the flaws in their sword moves, but the moves they used to break the flaws were also fatal moves. Zhao Rong quickly changed his sword skills and broke these fatal moves.

If you put yourself in Dugu Jiujian's perspective, you will also be able to find the flaw in one strike.

But he did not understand the general formula of Dugu Nine Swords, did not understand the 360 ​​variations of the general formula, and did not know Feng Qingyang's sword intent.

Zhao Rong's attention was always on his sword moves.

It is the momentum of thousands of swords!
On the thirteenth day of climbing, there were lightning and thunder on Wushen Peak and heavy rain fell.

Zhao Rong was still sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, motionless.

"Mr. Feng's Dugu Nine Swords is better without any moves, but I don't want to take this path."

"However, the so-called no moves and no flaws does have some mystery."

Zhao Rong was thinking,
Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, like a sharp sword, splitting the sky in two.

The sound of thunder shook his eardrums.

"Hengshan swordsmanship emphasizes the changes between reality and illusion."

Zhao Rong had another realization: "Fake move, fake move"

"Empty means nothing, and an empty move is no move."

"The so-called no move is better than a move, which should be a false move with a real one, but this false move cannot be a move that deceives people."

"The void is the yin side, the solid is the yang side, the combination of the void and the solid can bring about the harmony of yin and yang."

"Mr. Feng saw through my illusion, so he ignored it."

"If he has to pay attention to my illusionary light, once my sword force is released, his Dugu Nine Swords will not be able to break it. If he cannot break my sword force, I will be able to defeat him."

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up.

He realized a way, a way to make the power of Thousand Swords become both real and illusory!

How to turn the virtual into the real?

Sword techniques from various schools emerged in his mind, and bits of insights and understandings continued to emerge.

He instantly had an idea, and he used his sword's quickness to the extreme, wrapping up the sword's force and hiding the real sword inside the phantom sword.

If the opponent misjudges one phantom light, he will be restricted in how he handles all the phantom light beams.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

At his current level, if he wants to go faster, he can only increase his internal strength.

Only with extremely strong internal force support can one reach extreme speed.

In three years, the internal strength can indeed increase significantly.

However, he had no idea whether the extra quick swords could defeat Mr. Feng or break the Dugu Nine Swords.

This is ultimately a shortcut.

To solidify the phantom sword is the right path.

Another five days passed, and Zhao Rong was either dancing wildly with his sword on the top of the mountain or thinking hard.

His swordsmanship had improved compared to before, but he was still not satisfied.

A surprising idea came to my mind.
but
It's like touching the hair, but never really touching it.
Three days later, the sky was covered with dark clouds.
"Big Brother!"

Quan Ziju, Lu Songfeng and five other Hengshan disciples stood at the edge of Tianzhu Cliff and shouted.

Something big happened in Hengzhou Prefecture!

Dark clouds were rolling in the distant sky. Standing on the top of the mountain, they could feel the horror of the thunder dragon in the clouds even more.

"Boom~!"

Thunder roared.!

"Big Brother~!"

Quan Ziju and Lu Songfeng shouted again.

At this time, a low response was heard.

The seven people raised their eyes and saw a figure in green quickly flying down from the top of the Sky Pillar.

It is different from the otherworldly tranquility of the past.
This time, they saw a boy with even messier hair.

He put his hands behind his back, stepped on the withered vine cliff,

The mountain wind blows, and the hair flies!
His eyes were sharper than ever.

The mountain wind, smoke and mist seemed to be cut through by the sword energy from his body!
Just strolling along,

It actually made Quan Ziju, Lu Songfeng and others feel tremendous pressure.

Nowadays, the story of the young master is widely circulated within the sect.

This time
Everyone seemed to have witnessed with their own eyes the figure of the founder of Hengshan overlapping with the person in front of them.

They came down from the peak with sword intent on their bodies.
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