Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 157 The Power of the Sword God (8.291k)

It is the twenty-fifth day since She Wuluan’s soul stayed in Songtao Pavilion.

In Yancheng, the autumn rain continues.

The bird seller holding a bird cage stood under the eaves of a house on the street in short boots. Water flowed from the eaves in a line, and the gutters at the street corners merged into a small stream.

The pedestrians on the road were wearing straw raincoats and hats and walking hurriedly.

The young ladies holding up their skirts while holding up their painted oil-paper umbrellas paid no attention to the bird seller who was trying to sell the black-haired starling in a cage that could only say "good luck to you".

The horses' hooves made a rhythmic "clacking" sound on the flooded streets.

"Yuyuyu~!"

There were several sounds of horses reining in in front of the teahouse, and four or five tall men with machetes tied to their backs appeared, looking very tough.

The tea shop attendant looked calm and asked them what kind of tea they wanted.

Nowadays in Yancheng, no matter where the powerful people come from, no matter how vicious they are, they have to restrain themselves.

Chen Ruijian took off his broadsword, took a deep breath, and said, "A few bowls of hot tea will be fine."

"Okay, please sit inside."

The guy turned around and went to get some water.

The men tied up their horses, lifted the thatched curtains, and sat down anywhere they could.

"This Yan City is really strange. There are so many people on the streets even when it's raining heavily."

"When I came here in the early spring of the year before last, there were not as many shops along the street as there are now."

"There are far more civilian traders and martial artists than before. As we approach Yancheng, the horses can't even go fast. I even heard Western accents. This is a big change."

A man took off his bag and while talking he twisted his trouser legs which were wet by the rain.

The pockmarked man at the same table glanced outside and heard the noisy cheers from inside the teahouse. He sighed slightly and said, "This Yan City is really lively and prosperous."

They are the guards following the caravan. If there is a problem with the carriage, they will also do the work of preventing the carriage from being crushed to ensure the smooth journey of the caravan.

This trip was to send people from Tingzhou Prefecture to Hengyang.

After finishing the work, I had some tea and rested, and also found out some news from the underworld.

When I looked up, I saw that the teahouse was full and there were people everywhere.

Judging from their attire, some of them are obviously not from the underworld.

I think they are those nosy people who like to listen to the wonderful and bizarre stories about the underworld told by Dr. Tea.

Recently, there have been rumors everywhere about the battle between good and evil in Pingxiang, but they were on their way coming from the east, so they didn't take the few words they heard to heart.

After all, the battle between good and evil has never stopped in the world.

After taking a sip of hot tea, the tea doctor in the tea shop spoke eloquently and continued from the previous chapter.

I heard him singing loudly:
"The king of heaven fled to Songtao Forest in defeat, and the sword god Xiaoxiang killed eight demons with one sword!"

When several people heard this, they all pricked up their ears and looked at Dr. Tea intently, realizing that this was a serious matter.

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from below:
"Dr. Li, what you are talking about is different from what those storytellers in the west of the city say?"

"They said that the Heavenly King had one arm chopped off by Xiaoxiang Sword God, but you never mentioned it."

Someone started to shout, “Yes, yes!”

"Dr. Li, are you trying to fool us with your lies?"

"fart!"

The tea doctor's face was filled with anger, spit flew everywhere when he spoke, and his eyes were as big as longan.

"They are making it up. I was in Songtao Forest at the time and saw it clearly."

"Who is Tian Wang Lao Zi? The Demon Cult has been chasing him all the way from Yanzhao to the Central Plains, and then to Sanqin. In the battle in Yuezhou a while ago, dozens of people from the Baijiao Gang who defected to the Demon Cult died, and the top three leaders of the Tianhe Gang were abolished."

"Xiang Wentian fought against three Demon Cult elders and many masters without losing. Such a person is not only extremely skilled in martial arts, but must also be a smart person with a sharp mind."

"Otherwise I would have died long ago!"

Dr. Tea said:
"That day, more than a thousand warriors surrounded Songtao Forest, seeking revenge and revenge, and all of them wanted to kill Wentian. However, the entrance of the pavilion, which was several feet in radius, was filled with corpses of both good and evil. The white clothes of the King of Heaven were stained red, all with other people's blood!"

"He was drinking and laughing, and no one dared to confront him."

"Some timid people were frightened out of their wits by that laughter."

"It is absolutely impossible that he had his arm chopped off!"

Dr. Tea's expression changed, his wide eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was solemn:

“Just because.”

"That day, the sky was full of black clouds, and there were seven or eight thunder dragons and countless electric snakes in the air. When Xiaoxiang Sword God arrived, the black clouds in the sky made way, and the entire Songtao Forest was bright."

"This is the vision of the Sword God coming into the world."

“Ordinary martial artists haven’t reacted yet, but figures like the Heavenly King and the Old Man have sensed the sword energy that has crossed the border between the two prefectures.”

"At this time, he stopped laughing, slapped the wine cup to pieces, and looked hesitant."

"When we heard the sound of horse hooves, the king's face changed drastically, and he ran straight into the sea of ​​pine needles and fled to the southeast in a panic."

Dr. Tea said: "The king of heaven knows that he cannot win. If he stays, his head and body will be separated. He will escape without a fight, so his arm will not be cut off."

He sighed:
"Some people in the martial arts world don't understand the pressure Xiang Wentian is under. They think he is afraid of death and doesn't dare to fight. That's not the case!"

"He waited until the sound of the hooves of the Bone-piercing Dragon under the Sword God's seat before fleeing. This is rare in the world and extremely daring. He is worthy of the title of the King of Heaven."

"If it were me, I would have already fled overseas when the Sword God left Yan City."

"The eyesight of those demon sect masters is only one level worse than Xiang Wentian's. They are willing to die."

"Eight masters were killed by one sword, and everyone was holding their throats."

"The throat of the Demon Cult's Elder Yin was cut and he could not speak, so he used his internal energy to stimulate his abdominal cavity to speak, and uttered the last words of his life."

"Elder Yin said, 'Your swordsmanship is amazing. I died a quick death.'"

"It can be seen that he thought that dying under the sword of the Sword God would be a glorious thing, without any regrets."

"..."

Dr. Li talked incessantly, and when he got excited, his face beamed with joy and he danced with joy.

"In the north there is Dongfang Bubai, in the south there is Xiaoxiang Divine Sword."

"One is wearing a blue shirt and a loose belt, the other is wearing a blood-red shirt. These two must be the best masters in the world."

"When the Sword God appeared, all the martial artists in Xiaoxiang were shocked and delighted!"

Dr. Tea made many exaggerated remarks and was obviously an extreme admirer of the young leader of Hengshan.

Even comparing him with Dongfang Bubai would undoubtedly stimulate the nerves of martial artists.

Nowadays, very few people dare to mention this name.

The people in the teahouse knew it was unlikely, but they were still shocked by the performance of Shotoge.

Although most people were not present, it was true that eight masters including the elder of the Demon Cult were killed with one sword.

Just looking at this record, how many people in the world can achieve this?

The sword god of Yancheng is only seventeen years old.

All the righteous sects were afraid of the Black Wood Cliff. Dongfang Bubai was so powerful in the martial arts world that the righteous people felt suffocated.

If there was someone who could fight against it, the Demon Cult would not dare to be so arrogant.

This is truly an exciting thing for those people in the martial arts world who have not joined the evil cult.

so.
No one in the tea shop said that Dr. Tea was exaggerating. Instead, there was a round of cheers. Deep down, most people hoped that what Dr. Tea said would come true.

Chen Ruijian and others who were sitting at the door of the tea shop were shocked.

They couldn't help but look at Yancheng, which was still prosperous even on rainy days, at the pedestrians walking in the rain, and at the colorful shops.

I instantly understood this prosperity in my heart.

suddenly
In the teahouse, a scarred man with a bamboo hat on his back and a long sword on the table asked:
"I heard that one of the eight people killed by Young Master Zhao was the leader of the Demon Sect. It was this leader who caused the trouble and brought about the disaster."

"Some people say that before he died, Young Master Zhao said something to him. Do you know what he said?"

"You finally asked the right person."

Dr. Tea scanned the faces that were full of curiosity.

"I was standing far away from the pier at the time and didn't hear it clearly. Later, while the body was being moved, I asked a Hengshan School master and only then did I learn about that sentence."

At this point, his voice became more profound:

"Young Master Zhao asked."

"Master She, have you ever realized the true meaning of life?"

……

This is what the storyteller in the west of the city said, and so did the tea master in the north of the city.

These people have never fought in the martial arts world, but have only heard of the rumors about Yanjin Meilin.

At this time, a rumor came about that a pine forest was located opposite to the north and south.

They make a living with their mouths, and they can make the dead come alive. Naturally, they are sensitive and know what to say to stir up emotions.

But
However, these tea masters and storytellers had no idea how much turmoil these few words could stir up in the hearts of martial artists.

After a look of surprise, everyone in the teahouse looked thoughtful.

The scarred man who was asking for information could not help but hold the hilt of his sword, listening to the noise beside him, and muttered to himself:
“What is the meaning of life?”

……

The rain continued for another three days before it stopped.

Inside the gate of Hengshan Mountain, Zhao Rong and Mr. Mo Da stood together by the Qinxuan, looking from afar at the disciples of Hengshan Mountain practicing sword on the Tingfeng Terrace.

Mr. Mo Da said with a hint of doubt:
"Why do you look so worried these days?"

"It's good to be famous in the martial arts world, isn't it? There are very few people in the martial arts world who don't seek fame. Your current fame is what countless people in the martial arts world dream of."

Before Zhao Rong could speak, Mr. Mo Da guessed:

"But are you worried that you might get hurt by the rumors and attract Dongfang Bubai?"

"Of course I am worried," Zhao Rong continued, "but we haven't done anything extreme in Pingxiang. Heimu Cliff wants to hunt down Xiang Wentian, and we are also entangled with Wudang and Shaolin in the Central Plains."

"It is unlikely that Dongfang Bubai would travel south for these people and go straight to Hengyang."

Mo Da nodded and reminded: "Now that you are famous, forces from Yuezhou and even Huangzhou have come to visit you."

"Choose the best ones to make friends with, and collect information on the north bank of the Yangtze River. Even if Dongfang Bubai goes south, we can prepare in advance."

Zhao Rong nodded, this thing is actually already being done.

Sighed slightly:

"My swordsmanship is not perfect yet."

"I pondered and thought hard, tried many methods, and there was a hint of enlightenment in my heart, but it was like trying to catch the moon in the water, and I never touched it."

Mo Da smiled suddenly, stroked his beard and shook his head:

"Ah Rong, do you know why there are so many people visiting the mountain recently?"

"Not only because of your superb swordsmanship, your reputation is known all over Xiaoxiang."

"Because you are only seventeen."

"At the age of seventeen, he is already called the 'Sword God' by the people in the martial arts world. What a bright future he will have?"

Mo Da criticized: "It's like trying to catch the moon in the water, so just catch as much as you can."

"You have plenty of time. Even if you try to fish for the moon in the water, you can still fish out the spirit."

"There's no need to rush."

He turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the Five Gods Peak: "The founder of our sect not only learned the sword skills from the Gods Peak and left us the Hengshan lineage, but also passed down a Yaoqin."

"The master sought tranquility through playing the zither. Your understanding of swordplay is better than that of the master, so your understanding of tranquility should not be worse than that of the master."

"You should also inherit and learn from his wisdom."

Zhao Rong smiled and responded several times.

Master is right. I have been very nervous and anxious lately.

Less than half an hour later, he returned to Cangjian Pavilion.

Take the green flute on the table and use the method of the ancestors to salvage the missing spirituality.

The Guangling San given by the Third Master was originally kept by him, and he usually read the copied version.

Feeling that his swordsmanship was stuck in a shackle, Zhao Rong did not try to comprehend it deeply for several days.

In addition to meditating to build internal strength, he also practiced the sword techniques he had learned before.

Playing music in the Cangjian Pavilion, teasing Abao, chatting with Xiaoqu, talking about sword techniques and internal strength with fellow disciples such as Feng Qiaoyun and Lu Songfeng, and instructing on sword moves and formations on the Tingfeng Terrace
There are overwhelming rumors from the outside world, and Quan Ziju brings interesting news every day.

What is "Xiaoxiang Sword God has realized the true meaning of life."

What "Don't point your sword at Young Master Zhao, because his sword must be faster than yours."

There's also some outrageous fox-girl romance or something like that.
Zhao Rong's heart calmed down and he didn't take those rumors to heart.

In the next half month, he went back to Zhaojiawu to accompany his grandfather, walked all over Wushen Peak in one day, and occasionally went to Tongfu Inn to drink with old friends.

Wen Tai, the Thunder Hand, has made great progress in martial arts, but whenever Zhao Rong asks him if he wants to fight, he always says "next time".

In late autumn, the sandbar outside Hengyang City was filled with fog.

A group of wild geese landed on the island, but were disturbed by people, so they flew up to Yanhui Peak together.

On this day, Zhao Rong was standing on the city wall near the dock, looking at the distant sails and enjoying the autumn scenery.

"Brother!"

Quan Ziju went up to the city and brought the news, "Those two villains have appeared again and are committing evil in Raozhou Prefecture."

"Which position?"

"Leping."

"They robbed a carriage of a porcelain merchant. A escort team passed by behind them and found not only a dead body, but also a shaved leg bone and a pot of human flesh."

When Quan Ziju said this, he couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust.

"These two heroes of Mobei really deserve to die!"

Zhao Rong's face also darkened.

"Have the people from Raozhou been watching?"

"Watching!"

"We have a lot of spies this time, they will definitely not be able to escape."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong nodded: "Send a pigeon to tell them that I will leave tomorrow."

Hearing this, Quan Ziju was surprised: "If we only attack these two people, why bother Senior Brother to do it?"

"Ask Senior Brother Xi to take some people there and the problem can be solved."

The Hengshan School today is no longer what it once was, with nothing to show for it.

Although the fringe members of the evil cult, such as the Mobei Twin Heroes, have some skills, they cannot withstand the attack of the sword formation.

Sending another true disciple to follow, and keeping them in the dark, will make it very safe.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "No, I'm going to Hangzhou Prefecture, so this is just on my way."

"I have some good relationship with the Gongsun couple in Yongzhou. Because of the relationship with Heimu Cliff, it has been delayed until now. I will take action to end it."

Quan Ziju said "oh".

He then told Zhao Rong in detail about several forces in Wannian, Leping and Panyang. They are now all considered subordinate forces of the Hengshan Sect.

Ever since the name of Xiaoxiang Sword God spread, these people were not stupid. They immediately sent people to Hengyang to pay a visit, obviously wanting to establish closer ties with the Hengshan School.

As soon as the two heroes of Mobei showed up, they immediately attracted their attention.

These two named villains are now the favorites in their eyes and have been targeted by many eyes.

I entered the city with Junior Brother Quan and heard him talk about another thing.

"That flower-stealing thief Tian Boguang was caught committing a crime in Ling County by Master Lu."

Uncle Crow’s hometown is here. One of his old friends passed away, so he went to Xiayang Town, Ling County to pay tribute to him.

Zhao Rong knew about this, but he didn't expect that he would meet Tian Boguang.

This flower thief has extraordinary martial arts skills and is good with a sharp knife.

This man raped women and was proud of being an expert.

It's really shameless and damnable.

Thinking of Ai Gencai, Guo Yuying and Master Lu together, he felt at ease.

"Did they fight?"

"Have."

"This rapist was about to rape the young woman he brought from Xiayang Town, when Uncle Lu and his men rushed over. I read the message from Brother Ai, and Tian Boguang's plan was ruined, so he said he wanted to fight one-on-one, otherwise he wouldn't be a hero."

"What a fucking pervert," Quan Ziju cursed, "Does he think we're fools?"

"Uncle Lu didn't buy it at all, and called everyone to come and kill him."

"This rapist was defeated, but his Qinggong skills were quite good, and he escaped with his injuries."

"Escape?"

Quan Ziju added: "It won't be that easy. Senior Brother Ai can pierce his lower body with a sword and eliminate the root of his evil."

"This rapist must be in great pain after being castrated."

Zhao Rong thought he deserved it, "Tell people to keep an eye out and beware of him coming back for revenge."

Quan Ziju nodded: "This rapist dares to come to Hengzhou Prefecture to do evil, he must be killed."

The next morning, Zhao Rong boarded the passenger ship carrying a small bag and a sword.

He brought "Guangling San" and "Old Woman's Song".

At that time, Xiang Wentian used the "Hematemesis Spectrum" to seduce Hei Baizi, but he couldn't find it.

This "Old Woman's Book" is also a rare chess book, but I don't know whether the black and white pieces will be tempted.

Zhao Rong really wanted to take a look at the cold skill called "Xuantian Finger".

As for Guangling San, it was naturally used to pay a visit to the owner of the manor, Huang Zhonggong.

Otherwise, you can’t even enter Meizhuang.

As for the prison
Although releasing it would disgust Brother Lian and attract the attention of Heimuya, there are also risks.

Zhao Rong had no intention of visiting Lao Ren, so it would be better to let Xiang Wentian and the others do the work.

He sat by the window on the passenger ship and looked out the window.

The morning mist is light and the sun is rising. The river water is stirred by the lazy autumn wind and sparkles golden in the sunlight, like a group of koi swimming closely.

Two strands of hair at his temples fluttered in the wind, and Zhao Rong's heart was even more vast than the rivers and sky outside.

At this time, he was dressed very casually, just like any other ordinary person.

But his outstanding temperament and increasingly handsome face cannot be concealed no matter what.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways and looked towards the east side of the cabin.

There was an old man with a young woman over there. He raised his head and the young woman immediately lowered her head.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile.

Thinking in mind
If a nice girl was sitting in that position, she would not be shy at all. Instead, she would look at me with charming eyes.

Passengers continued to board the ship and the cabin was about to be full.

After a while, a loud call was sounded from the bow, and the stern responded in unison.

The passenger ship set sail from Luosu Wharf and headed north.

……

Dali, Dian Cang Mountain.

Eagle on the high cliff.

Zou Songqing walked very slowly on a rugged mountain path.

There are cliffs on both sides and only a narrow path. If you are not careful, you may fall to pieces.

Zou Songqing is Shang Sufeng's eldest disciple. Because of his personality, he is not liked by his master.

His junior fellow apprentice Lai Jingtong was better at flattery and saying some greasy and disgusting words, but he was still highly regarded by Shang Sufeng.

During the last trip to Longquan, he was left behind in Dian Cang Mountain, while his second junior fellow apprentice accompanied the master.

But what is very strange is.
He has not seen his second junior brother since his master came back from Longquan, and his master's temperament has also changed drastically.

Even Master Uncle Pan Lingshan's personality changed.

The leader of Dian Cang Sect has average qualifications and his martial arts skills are not very good.

Therefore, the Dian Cang Twin Swords have a very high status in the sect, so much so that the two old men have bad tempers and are arrogant.

It is common to point fingers at people and curse them.

The disciples in the sect were very afraid of them.

But
Everything has changed now.

Zou Songqing glanced towards the top of the Moying cliff, then looked towards the misty mountain in the distance, where several goshawks were circling on the opposite peak.

After the master came back, he seldom walked around in the sect, and never left the Dian Cang Mountain.

It was as if he had a sudden enlightenment, he threw away worldly affairs and immersed himself completely in the practice of Dian Cang swordsmanship and internal strength.

Although he seems to be in seclusion, his eagle eyes are always watching the world.
Precisely
He was looking at a person, a young man.

Zou Songqing stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes full of surprise. If his master hadn't mentioned it, he would never have imagined that there would be such a strange person in the world.

Soon, he reached the top of the cliff and saw an old man.

Shang Sufeng's beard was originally half white and half black, but within two days after returning from Longquan, his beard and hair were all as white as the snow on the top of the mountain.

"Song Qing, is there any news about him again?"

Shang Sufeng opened his eyes.

His eyes were much sharper than when he was in Longquan.

For more than a year, he watched the goshawks in the mountains beside the Cangshan cliff paintings every day, and often went to the Cangshan Shrine to see the goshawk mural left by the ancestors of Dian Cang.

His Eighteen Swords of Huilong have been perfected, and his Thirty-Six Moves of Moyun have also improved greatly.

Shang Sufeng has never been so immersed in swordsmanship as he is now.

He had gained nothing from the Invisible Sword left by his ancestors in the past, but now he had a little understanding and felt like he had reached the threshold.

His junior fellow apprentice Pan Lingshan was not defeated in Longquan, but after returning to Dian Cang Sect, he became lazy all day and neglected to practice martial arts.

Shang Sufeng suffered a crushing defeat in Longquan, but because of the stimulation from someone, he felt a sense of destruction and then reconstruction.

"Yes Master."

"I received shocking news!"

Zou Songqing's face was full of horror, and he was about to speak when he was interrupted by the old man.

"Give it to me, and let me see it for myself."

"Yes."

Shang Sufeng took the letter and read it word by word. Slowly, his expression changed.

"Kill the eight masters of the Demon Cult with one sword"

"Xiaoxiang Sword God. Sword God!"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly raised his voice at the word "Sword God".

Not everyone is worthy of these two words.

When the old man thought of that extremely young face, he deeply felt that these two words were so "appropriate".

"It's really great."

Zou Songqing heard his master praise him, and then heard him say: "However, if I can perfect the thirty-six times and then practice the Shadowless Divine Sword, I will not necessarily lose to him."

Shang Sufeng looked up at him, "Are you weird?"

"Yes."

Shang Sufeng chuckled. It was rare for him to have the interest to tell his eldest disciple in detail about his time in Longquan.

Zou Songqing widened his eyes again:

"Master actually fought the Sword God for a hundred moves!"

He was very excited.

In his opinion, even if his master was defeated, it was such an honor to be able to fight the Sword God for a hundred moves!

The eight great masters of the Demon Cult were all killed with a single sword.

The master is so strong!
The old man looked at his eldest disciple's reaction. He knew his disciple's character: stupid and honest.

I suddenly felt a very strange feeling in my heart.

When he was defeated by that young man, he felt humiliated and it was the greatest shame in his life.

However.
Now the taste has completely changed.

If I mention this to others, their reaction will probably be "How could he fight against Xiaoxiang Sword God for a hundred moves!"

The battle that ended in disastrous defeat gradually turned into the most glorious battle of his life.

The old man felt a sense of shame, after all, he was fighting against the young version of the Sword God.

It's the kind that is very young.

Now the other party must have greatly improved his skills.

It is obviously a shameful thing, but it also makes people feel excited and happy.

Zou Songqing's face was filled with admiration, stronger than ever before, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Master, are you really planning to retire from the martial arts world?"

"Ah."

Shang Sufeng nodded: "I will go into seclusion for ten or twenty years. I want to understand the fighting power of the goshawk before I die."

"This is the only way I found in the Cangshan Shrine to defeat him."

"Only a true goshawk can fly freely in the sky without a trace. Only on this basis can one practice the Shadowless Divine Sword of our sect."

He sighed and said, "You should practice well in the future."

"I took the wrong path before, so don't take it again."

"Yes!"

Zou Songqing knelt down, he felt the determination in his master's words.

"Master, do you still want to fight the Sword God again?"

"Yeah." Shang Sufeng's eagle eyes flashed.

"When there is a battle someday, I beg you to take me to watch it." His words were full of anticipation, and he was trembling with excitement.

He was greatly influenced by the information constantly transmitted back from the outside world, and imagined how elegant the "Sword God" was.

Shang Sufeng looked disappointed, and his voice echoed in Dian Cang Mountain:
“Maybe it will be ten years, maybe it will be twenty years, maybe I will die of old age on the cliff and never come down the mountain.”

"I won't go looking for him until I master the Shadowless Sword."

……

Luzhou Prefecture, Qingshui Town.

The wind was howling and the rain was getting heavier, like basin after basin of water pouring down from the sky!
In a dilapidated house full of statues and figurines.

The old man with sharp eyes sat in front of the patio, staring at the long-awaited heavy rain.

From morning to night.

The old man who had been motionless suddenly flew up, and a sword light followed him from the patio to the roof!
The old man's sword was connected to the rain. Under the stimulation of his inner strength, the rain covered the surroundings like a curtain. The rain was erratic, and his sword was also erratic. There was almost no flaw visible!
"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed heartily and jumped back into the yard.

The children below were already stunned.

"Aji, pack up, we're leaving here."

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

"Go to Hengyang."

……

After a day's sail, we arrived at Qulin Ferry.

Some people got off the ship, while others boarded the ship again.

There was a painter sitting next to Zhao Rong, who was painting mountains and rivers along the way. When he started painting, it was like a skilled swordsman dancing with a sword.

The swordsman can dance out a sword flower, and the painter will paint a piece of stubborn stone.

"Young Master also likes painting?"

The painter was nearly fifty years old, and judging from his voice, it sounded very rough, so one might think he was a strong man.

In fact, he looks gentle and his technique is even more delicate.

Zhao Rong nodded: "I love painting and have a few miscellaneous collections. But I don't know how to appreciate them, nor do I understand the techniques. I can only look at them hastily and judge whether they are good or bad based on my feelings."

The painter smiled with a few wrinkles:

"It is considered a great achievement to have a clear feeling."

"I have traveled far and wide, relying on this skill to make a living. I wonder if I can match your feeling."

Zhao Rong looked at the mountain in his painting. It was not only steep but also dangerous.

So it suited his taste quite well.

He heard the painter's hidden meaning and became interested again, so he immediately said:

"Yes, please draw me a picture."

"What do you want to draw, sir?"

"How much money do you want?"

The painter said, "If it's more than two hundred coins, you can give whatever you want."

Zhao Rong nodded and asked again:
"Since you have traveled all over the country, have you ever met a swordsman?"

"I've seen all kinds of swordsmen."

"Okay, draw me the swordsman that you find most unforgettable."

The painter stopped painting the landscape, took out another blank scroll and started again.

Zhao Rong laughed again:
"I don't have any money with me. I just saw a few friends boarding the ship and going to the next cabin. They are very close to me. I'll go and borrow some money. They will definitely be generous."

"If you paint well, I will definitely give you more than two hundred coins if I am satisfied."

"Go ahead, sir."

The painter smiled and concentrated on his painting again, not worrying at all that Zhao Rong would run away.

He had seen countless people and knew that the young man in front of him was extremely extraordinary.

Zhao Rong said nothing more. He walked through the middle of the cabin and headed to the other end.

The next cabin has a slightly different layout, with fewer windows and more overhead apertures.

He identified the direction and walked towards four people sitting together.

An old man with a gray face, an old woman with disheveled hair, a scholar with a big belly and red face, and a strange man with a flat head.

When the four heard footsteps, they turned their heads almost at the same time.

I saw an extremely handsome young man in a green shirt, with a sword on his waist, walking slowly towards me.

He still had a very friendly smile on his face.

The scholar and the flat-headed weirdo were stunned at first, and then looked at the young man in blue carefully.

I just feel it's strangely familiar.

suddenly
The two of them seemed to have thought of something and their expressions changed at the same time.

They looked at each other, exchanged glances, confirmed the identity of the person who came, and immediately felt a chill behind them.

Each of them felt their Dantian sink, and they took a breath of true energy to prepare to escape.

The old man and old woman nearby noticed their actions, looked carefully at the young man in blue, and were immediately horrified.

The two were about to perform Qinggong when the young man arrived at their table.

In an instant, the four of them felt a sharp sensation, as if someone was holding a sword at their throats!
The righteous people are afraid of the red-clothed people, but the evil cult is afraid of the green-clothed people.

The story of Songtao Pavilion in Pingxiang is widely circulated, how could many people not know about it.

The terrible thing is
They have a little grudge against this person.

Zhao Rong didn't look at the old man and the old woman, but looked at the flat-headed weirdo and the scholar first.

They are the ancestors of the Yellow River.

Zhao Rong didn't move his sword, and the four of them didn't dare to move.

"Young Master Zhao, what do you want me to do?" Zu Qianqiu forced an ugly smile.

"I owe someone some money. Unfortunately, I ran into my creditor today, but I didn't bring any money with me. I would like to borrow some from you."

"Have it?"

"Yes, of course!"

Zu Qianqiu took out five taels of silver.

The old man took out ten taels from his pocket.

Zhao Rong looked at the two elders of Baiyao again: "The charcoal seller and the dumb old woman, won't you lend me some money?"

The two elders felt uneasy, not knowing what this man was going to do, so they could only take out five taels of silver each.

Then Zhao Rong asked, "Where is your Baiyao Sect?"

The expressions of the two elders Baiyao changed. They touched the swords in their sleeves and were unwilling to answer.

"Does Mr. Zu know?"

"I know."

Zu Qianqiu said without hesitation: "In Lishui, Chuzhou."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and glanced at them.

He did not take any action, but just said to the two elders of Baiyao:

"Tell all the sect leaders to prepare the honey wine. I will go to Baiyao Sect to drink in a few days."

"I didn't drink enough last time at Sanshipu."

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