Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 160: Meridian Flow Transforms Qi into Blade (8.460k)
It was the month of Gu, and the frosty and cold air was particularly bitter.

The whistling winter wind blew across the wilderness and into the hair of the men in black in the courtyard, cutting their scalps like a knife, so cold that it chilled them to the bone.

The third, fifth, and eighth leaders of the Tianhe Gang were all lying on the ground.

Those who were hit by the palm wind vomited blood and fell into a coma, and their life or death was unknown. Those who were hit by the sword were dead beyond death.

The men in black were all staring at the young man in the deserted courtyard. They assessed the situation and did not dare to act rashly.

This kind of swordsmanship, coupled with the guidance of Master Fang Sheng, should not be fake.

Of course they had heard of the name of Xiaoxiang Sword God.

But Quzhou and Hengyang are thousands of miles away, who would have thought that we would meet here!

Everyone was afraid and, comparing the number of people on both sides, they felt that tonight was extremely dangerous and they had no chance at all.

However, being stared at by such fierce eyes, these men in black who were wary of danger actually valued their lives, and for no reason they felt timid, and for a moment they froze in front of the door.

The guards from the Zhengde Escort Agency and the Luo family in the courtyard were both happy and surprised.

The brothers Xiang Zhengxiong and Xiang Zhengbiao thought of what had happened before, their hearts were filled with turmoil, their eyes wandering, they wanted to look at the man in green but didn't dare, secretly hating themselves for being so shortsighted and rude.

At this time, a man in black holding a long-handled broadsword came out with his hands clasped and the sword in his hand:

"Young Master Zhao, we are here tonight to target these monks. We brothers respect you very much and have absolutely no intention of being your enemy."

Zhao Rong asked back:

"Which one of the Tianhe Gang are you?"

The man in black spoke very politely:
"In front of Xiaoxiang Sword God, my bandit name is not even worthy of being mentioned. But since the young hero asked, I, Wang Qihu, would be too arrogant if I didn't answer."

"Relying on his loose and sloppy sword skills, Wang barely managed to sit in the seventh seat."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong glanced sharply at the group of men in black.

Many people pinched their sleeves and stretched their bodies straight.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Mrs. Luo.

This guy is smart. He only uses the Tianhe Gang as an entry point and does not mention the Demon Cult.

Unfortunately, Zhao Rong had no good feelings towards them at all.

Huang Boliu's people had offended him at Erlang Temple a long time ago, and the account has not yet been settled.

If I don't take action at this time, it means I still have doubts in my heart.

"I heard that you came here to catch a traitor. This Master Fangsheng is a senior monk of Shaolin, and the Kunlun disciples over there are also from famous sects. How could they be related to your traitor? I'm afraid you are causing trouble for no reason and killing people indiscriminately."

If anyone else present had said this at this time, Wang Qihu would have picked up the Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword and was about to chop him down without even thinking.

Now staring at the sword shining with cold light in the young man's hand, he was quite calm.

Even the group of fierce men in black behind him could remain calm.

There are very few people in this world who can calm them down when they are fighting with blood splattered, and even fewer who can act easy-going and polite and talk about reason.

But the person in front of you is one of those rare ones.

Wang Qihu didn't dare to fool around:

"Several brothers in my gang have gone astray and mixed up with a big villain like Xiang Wentian. Naturally, we have to find him."

"This Master Fangsheng is indeed a virtuous monk."

"But these lay disciples are a different story from the Kunlun disciples. They also hang out in brothels and kill people with swords, but they are more hypocritical and know how to cover up. Compared with them, we are just more crude and direct in our actions."

"We are all on the same page, so when the gang received news that the traitors were colluding with them, we all believed it."

Tan Diren, Gong Minren, Xin Guoliang, Yi Guozi and others over there were furious.

But Zen Master Xuye stopped in front of them and signaled them with his eyes.

The few of them calmed down, and although they were angry, they did not dare to act rashly.

It was not appropriate for them to interrupt in this situation.

If this great master from Xiaoxiang wanted to protect them, he could do it with just a few words.

but
The man in green listened to Wang Qihu's words and did not refute.

Zen Master Xuye frowned when he saw this.

He glanced at several Shaolin fellow apprentices and Kunlun disciples.

Given the personalities of these people, could it be that they were so arrogant that they offended this person when their identities were unknown?

What a sin, that is really troublesome.

Zen Master Xuye was just lost in his thoughts when the fighting in the courtyard stopped temporarily, as if it was about to stop.

As long as Zhao Rong said a word, the man in black would retreat.

however,
At this moment, something unexpected happened again!

"drive!"

"drive!"

"..."

Another round of horse hooves sounds suddenly rang out, and the quiet wilderness was trampled to pieces by horse hooves once again!
A rebuke was heard from afar:
"What are you doing? Why don't you do anything?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the courtyard changed their expressions.

Wang Qihu, who had just spoken to Zhao Rong, was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion, wondering who came from this extremely unfamiliar voice.

The men in black were all getting agitated.

Wang Qihu didn't want to do it, but.
Among the crowd of black-clad men at the door, someone suddenly shouted:

"Do it!"

Most people didn't have time to react, but a large number of hidden weapons had already been shot towards the Shaolin Kunlun Sect.

There was a sound of wind near Wang Qihu's ears, and a moon-shaped knife passed by him and flew straight to Zhao Rong.

not good!

"Ding~!"

With a crisp sound, the moon-shaped flying knife was already spinning on Zhao Rong's sword. It spun around and quickly changed direction, heading straight towards Wang Qihu!

He wanted to curse, "Who did this?"

But everything happened too fast, and the escort guards who had been prepared also fired their hidden weapons.

Wang Qihu quickly tilted his neck and moved sideways to dodge, and the Moon-shaped Flying Knife left a trail of blood on his body.

Without caring about the stinging pain on his face, he caught a glimpse of the man in green approaching quickly. He immediately let out a loud roar and swung the Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword to the limit in front of his body, sealing off all the gates of his body.

At this moment, he didn't care who the visitor was and shouted hurriedly:

"Come and help me!"

Although those black-clad masters were afraid in their hearts, they also knew the principle of divide and conquer.

If they are defeated one by one, they will only die faster.

We can only hope that there will be experts outside to help us!
A man in black who was using a seven-section whip snorted coldly: "Let me see what magic you have."

He leaped towards Zhao Rong, and his movements were quite impressive.

Then a man followed with a copper stick. He swung the stick with both hands with great force.

There is another person who uses the Flying Dragon Double Hook. His name is Wang Ziwu and he is the forty-ninth in Tianhe.

Although he ranks last, he has a flying dragon hook and sickle technique that is specifically designed to deal with sword masters.

After the forty-ninth chair is the thirty-sixth chair, Ye Muyun. His weapon is a sharpened iron pipa, which can cut, smash and block.

One time
Five strange weapons appeared in front of Zhao Rong!

"Bronze Man Stick Formation!"

Zen Master Xuye also roared, and all the masters were attracted away by Zhao Rong. The lay disciples of Daci Temple and Shaolin Temple, together with several of Xuye's fellow disciples and Kunlun disciples, rushed to the gate of the courtyard.

"Go help!"

Mrs. Luo stepped back with her son, pointed in the direction of Zhao Rong and hurriedly called for her guards.

"what?"

Guard Captain Pu Muhan was shocked when he heard this, and thought that if I went to help, I would only cause more trouble.

At this time, he was not afraid of embarrassment and hurriedly explained: "Young Master Zhao's swordsmanship is very high. I might become a burden if I go up."

Mrs. Luo saw that the young man had many weapons around him and was extremely dangerous.

"Two fists are no match for four hands."

Before she could finish her next words, she saw the two black-clad men with sticks falling to the ground. The black-clad man with the iron pipa screamed, his hands bleeding and he could no longer hold the pipa.

He had no time to retreat before his head was hooked by his companions' flying dragon double hooks and flew off.

The double hooks did hook onto Zhao Rong's sword, but his strength was far less than that, and Zhao Rong used his weapon to break the other people's strange weapons.

"Bah~!"

With a sharp sound, the man using the seven-section whip was pierced through the shoulders by the flying dragon's double hooks.

"Ah~! Are you crazy?!"

"What are you doing!"

When Wang Ziwu heard the sound, he panicked and shouted, "It's his sword that's taking away my double hooks!"

Zhao Rong succeeded in his attack and turned around to slash at the black-clothed man with double hooks with his sword.

It was as he expected.

In order to save his life, the man with double hooks immediately returned to defend and pulled the double hooks off his companion along with the right hand holding the seven-section whip.

The companion screamed.

The speed of the double hook man was still too slow. He was far from being able to arrive after starting later than Zhao Rong. Just as he raised the flying dragon double hooks in front of him, he felt a pain in his throat.

Zhao Rong dodged the Humen guillotine by leaning sideways, turned around and slashed with his sword, and the screaming Seven-Section Whip master fell silent.

Wang Qihu was disheartened.

In a short period of time, all four leaders of the Tianhe Gang died!

How straightforward the opponent's tactics were.

At this moment, his mind was racing, and he knew that he would surely die in a one-on-one fight.

He immediately seized the last glimmer of hope, mobilized his internal strength, and rushed towards the women and children in the yard!
The moment he turned around, Zhao Rong predicted his thoughts, hooked the dagger on the ground with one foot, and hit the handle with his palm.

With a whoosh, the dagger flew out!

Wang Qihu's body fell from the air. He was stabbed in the back and his whole body was shaking violently.

This guy was also a ruthless person. The flying knife didn't hit his vital points, and he continued to drag his broken body towards a glimmer of hope.

Wang Qihu, who was mostly disabled, faced seven or eight guards in succession.

Those guards were no match for them!

The escorts from Zhengde Escort Agency rushed back to help, and it took more than a dozen people working together to kill him.

Staring at the corpse on the ground, everyone was shocked.

This thief was really strong. If he hadn't been seriously injured, they would never have been able to kill him.

There were five of these powerful people in the martial arts world surrounding one person!
As a result, the other four died so quickly, and this guy was only able to escape from the battle circle after being seriously injured.

You can imagine how powerful that person is!
What I saw with my own eyes was much more shocking than what I heard with my ears.

"Ah~!"

Several screams were heard in succession. They looked up and saw a figure in green rushing into the crowd.

The battle between the two sides was originally in a stalemate, like a mess.

Now, the tangled mess was cut through by swords one by one, becoming clear and soon untangled.

The phantom light rises and falls!
The group of men in black seemed to see ice and snow in the sword light. The temperature in the deserted courtyard seemed to drop by dozens of degrees, enough to freeze a person's soul.

At the gate of the courtyard, a man in black holding a long knife slashed diagonally.

There was a click.

He didn't hit Qingying, but he broke the gauze cover outside a carp lantern.

When the cold wind blew outside, the flame in the lantern trembled and shook, and it could go out at any time.

The next second.
A sword shadow appeared in his eyes, and a phantom light pressed down with the force of the sword. At that moment, his heart became gloomy, his eyes were dazed, and more and more sword shadows appeared in his pupils!

The phantom sword light was like a revolving lantern, and he vaguely seemed to see the first opponent he killed when he first entered the martial arts world!
"Uh~~~!"

A pain in his throat woke him up.

A string of blood splashed out from his throat. With a "hiss" sound, the flame of the carp lantern that he had just smashed went out.

The blood of sin extinguished the light before his eyes.

It also extinguished the kaleidoscope in his mind. His eyelids felt heavy and the world became completely dark!

“Ugh~!”

The continuous screams made it clear that this journey to the underworld was not lonely, and the souls behind soon caught up.

Green figures were moving in front of and behind the gate, as if they were cutting wheat.

The horror of the phantom sword lies in the fact that people who do not have good eyesight and cannot retreat will be instantly confused by the "illusion", while the real part will be borne by the vital parts of the body.

For those who have mastered this sword technique, an extremely high threshold has been set between life and death.

Only those who can see through the illusion can fight against it. As for the opponent with poor eyesight, the faster he draws his sword, the faster his opponent will die.

This results in.
Around the abandoned house, people from all sides were looking at a young man in blue with horror.

One move, one move, and another move!
in the world,
The only one who can kill someone with just one move is Dongfang Bubai of Yanjin Merlin!

Now, it seems there's another one.

"Ah~! What happened?!"

"Who is that!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? Is it a phantom sword?"

"What a fast sword! The blood flowing out sounds like the sound of the wind."

"..."

The second group of men in black who came here to do business had no experience with the Tianhe Gang before, and were completely stunned by the killing.

They originally came here to be fishermen.

As soon as they rushed in, they ran into a man in green clothes, who started killing them with weapons.

At this moment, there are fewer and fewer people.

My heart is filled with chill.

They had a very clear plan for tonight. They would let the Tianhe Gang take the lead first, and then settle accounts with those bastards from Shaolin and Kunlun.

The sudden appearance of this top master was not part of the plan at all.

The leading man in black was holding a lantern, and he saw a flash of sword and several people fall down.

The foreheads of the monks around him were bright, but they could not divert his attention at all. His eyes were fixed on the man in green.

Who is it? !
"嘘嘚嘚"

There were a few more sounds of horse hooves.

The leading black-clad master was cheered up, knowing that help had arrived.

The two men riding in the front had a flat head and a big belly. They were followed by five or six other men, all of whom were experts in finishing up the fight.

but
The two leaders looked at the lights in front of the house, were stunned at first, then stared at the young man in blue with wide eyes.

“Yu~!!”

The man in black with a flat head and a big belly was so frightened that he immediately pulled the horse's front hooves up and turned the horse's head around at an extremely fast speed.

"go!"

"Come on!"

They whipped the horses and rushed back towards Quzhou, wishing the horses had two more legs.

The man in black who was leading the team was so frightened that he dared not neglect it.

"retreat!"

"Go back!"

"..."

The people below had already been killed and fainted, and hearing this voice at this time was like being saved.

Some simply threw away their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled for their lives holding a blood-stained lantern.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the gate of the house and did not chase after him.

I didn't meet many decent masters tonight.

But I was very confused.

The group of people at the back did not seem to be from the same group as the group in front who were killed and fled in all directions.

But it seemed that they were all heading for the Shaolin and Kunlun sects.

What on earth did this group of people do?
As he thought about this, his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the Shaolin lay disciples and Kunlun disciples.

After the fight just now, Tan Diren, Gong Minren and others were all injured, and Fang Sheng's nephew Huang Guobai was even left as a corpse.

There is nothing to be afraid of or sad about.
just
They saw a horrifying picture.

The young man in blue in front of the house had a cold look in his eyes. He was holding a blood-stained lantern and walking towards them, stepping on the corpse of the man in black.

Everyone has witnessed the young man's terrifying swordsmanship.

Ask yourself, if Master Fang Sheng is not counted here, are the others confident enough to take on the next move of the phantom sword?
Only then did I understand why the solemn and glorious title of "Xiaoxiang Sword God" could be given to a young man.

Now it seems so appropriate.

Tan Diren, Xin Guoliang and others were in a state of confusion.

They had many conflicts before and offended people.

If he were to come forward and apologize now, his status might not be high enough. Although he was young, his status in the martial arts world was far beyond the reach of even their master.

The one who was the calmest was Master Fangsheng, and the others were monks from Daci Temple.

Xuye led Xulai, Xuwei, Xuxian and other monks from Daci Temple to bow and worship Buddha.

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Xuye said: "Seeing is believing. Young Master Zhao is a master swordsman. I have never seen such a person before. Thank you for your help. The Daci Temple is grateful for your kindness. We sincerely invite you to come to Jinhua and have a chat with us."

"The arrival of Xiaoxiang Sword God has added splendor to my humble temple, even though it has only thatched windows and rafters."

Zhao Rong responded calmly: "It's just a small favor. Master, you are too kind."

Mrs. Luo ordered a female guard to bring a towel and wipe the blood off his hands.

Master Fang Sheng had just attacked again, and his head was filled with poison gas, so he could no longer speak.

"Ahem~!"

The old monk coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood that was glowing black.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master~!"

The people in Shaolin Temple were terrified and shouted in panic.

"Back off."

As soon as Zhao Rong's voice rang out, the monks on both sides did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly made way.

The monks were not stupid. If Zhao Rong had any ill intentions, they would have died long ago.

"Master Fang Sheng, where is the poison gas spreading?"

Fang Sheng held his breath and could not speak, but he could hear what Zhao Rong said. He lifted up his monk's robe and pointed to the lower part of his throat, then crossed his fingers and made a few gestures downwards.

It was difficult for others to understand, but Zhao Rong got it.

"Master, the Qi is flowing through your Ren meridian."

Fang Sheng did as he was told. Zhao Rong raised one finger and pointed at his throat, which was the Lianquan acupoint.

Looking at the calm expression on the old monk's face, Zhao Rong felt a bit of admiration for him.

If he had any malicious intention, Fang Sheng would lose his life at any time.

He used his special frosty true qi to freeze the poisonous blood and fixed them at the Lianquan acupoint. He then led them downwards. At this time, he was working completely along the Ren meridian, and it didn't matter if he went to the wrong acupoint. It was very simple for him.

Using the cold air to pull the true Qi in Fang Sheng's body downward, the poisonous blood was pressed along the Tiantu point to the Huagai point.

A pinhole scar can be seen near the Huagai point.

This is almost a fatal place. The fact that the old monk was able to save his life shows that he has great abilities.

He loosened his fingers and exerted a little more force, and another wave of cold air came out, directly freezing the meridians at the wound.

After a while, the poisonous blood stopped rising and the black air on Fang Sheng's face faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After practicing the circulation for one cycle, he felt much better.

The monks around were very surprised.

They knew very well what kind of injuries their uncle had suffered.

The poison of the Black Blood Needle was unexpectedly sealed by this person's casual move.

Master Fang Sheng took a breath and looked at Zhao Rong with emotion:

"Young Master Zhao's skill is beyond my imagination. Even if my Senior Brother Fang Zheng was here, he could only use the Yi Jin Jing internal energy to help me detoxify and heal my wounds. He definitely can't lead the Qi through the skin and flow through the Ren and Du meridians like you can do."

"It's really a miracle."

After Master Fang Sheng finished speaking, he also bowed to the Buddha with both hands and expressed his gratitude.

Zhao Rong raised his hand to support him, and said with a slight smile: "Master, you are joking."

"I only know a little bit about medicine. When I saw the master was poisoned that day, I wanted to ask him about it, but was delayed by other things."

Hearing this, Xin Guoliang and Yi Guozi both lowered their heads.

Several monks around them frowned and looked at them.

"At that time, I was not sure whether I could heal the master. Fortunately, Mrs. Luo showed me a medical book. I studied it for a few days and got inspired. Now I am a little more confident."

When others heard what he said, they all felt as if they had suddenly realized something.

I feel extremely ashamed.

People have been quietly trying to find ways to heal their uncle's injuries, but they still speak ill of him. They are truly unworthy of being members of the Buddhist community.

The monks looked at Zhao Rong with extremely friendly eyes.

Looking at Xin Guoliang, Yi Guozi and the two Kunlun disciples, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Fang Sheng lowered his attitude and apologized, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Young Master Zhao."

Of course Zhao Rong wouldn't hold on to it, as he wasn't a petty person.

While the others were busy moving the bodies, Zhao Rong started chatting with Fang Sheng again.

"How come the master was targeted by these people?"

"I don't think they are just looking for traitors."

Fang Sheng confessed, "When we were passing Qingyuan from Putian, my three nephews and two disciples from Kunlun had a conflict with the demon sect members, and then they came to kill us."

"There have been casualties along the way. The Demon Cult has been chasing us all the time. I guess they had some people there as well."

Zhao Rong got to the point: "Why did they clash with the Demon Cult?"

Fang Sheng called Yi Guozi and others over. They bowed to Zhao Rong and said respectfully:
"The Demon Cult was looting and smashing things in Qingyuan City. We saw injustice and helped them, which led to a conflict with them."

Tan Diren showed his anger: "How can we, the upright people, tolerate this situation in broad daylight?"

"If Young Master Zhao was there that day, he would have been able to stop all those thieves."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, but his eyes were fixed on Tan Diren's eyes.

The latter, whether out of awe or avoidance, lowered his head slightly and looked away.

"I wonder what those demon cult members are trying to steal?"

When Zhao Rong asked this, Master Fang Sheng also frowned.

He didn't ask about this matter in detail.

"Guo Zi, you speak."

The old monk still had a kind look on his face, but there was a hint of severity in his words. Yi Guozi swallowed his saliva.

He said truthfully:
"They are trying to snatch the chess records."

This time Zhao Rong didn't need to ask, Master Fang Sheng asked again: "What chess record is it, and where is it?"

Yi Guozi's gaze became even more evasive.

Xin Guoliang behind did not dare to hesitate and quickly presented a thin chess manual.

"This score is called the 'Hematemesis Score'. We stole it from the Demon Cult, but we couldn't find the owner, so we had to keep it for them."

"I thought I would go to the scene the next day to look for the owner of the score, but the Demon Cult came in a hurry, so I never had the chance to find him."

Master Fang Sheng shook his head slightly: "It's a sin, a sin."

He had already guessed about 80% of it, and things were not as simple as his fellow disciples said.

But now that things have come to this, there is nothing more to say.

Seeing Zhao Rong's eyes sweeping towards the chess record, he asked:
"Young man, do you know the origin of this chess game?"

"Understood."

Zhao Rong said in a deep voice:

"It is said that the national Go player Liu Zhongfu played 120 moves against an old woman from the countryside at Mount Li, and was defeated. He vomited several liters of blood. That's how the Blood Vomiting Chart came about. It is said that the old woman was the Immortal Lady of Mount Li, and this chart is a rare item in the world."

“If a chess lover sees this, he will be unable to walk even if he doesn’t vomit three liters of blood.”

Master Fang Sheng knew that this score was valuable and sighed again.

Now I understood why the Demon Cult kept chasing me.

So many people died because of this thing.

He sighed and chanted the Buddha's name, feeling that he had committed a grave sin.

"We are a pure land of Buddhism, and we should avoid greed, ignorance and anger. Young man, you know the chessboard so well, so you must be an expert in this art. Why don't you accept this chessboard, and I will bear the sins for it."

Zhao Rong did not refuse and took the hematemesis chart.

He said happily:

"Liu Zhongfu is said to be from Jiangnan. Now that this score has come into my hands, I will travel around Jiangnan and help the master to get rid of his troubles and find its owner."

"Good, good."

The two of them settled the matter. Yi Guozi and the others had lost their score and were even more confused, so they didn't dare to say a word.

The two people from Kunlun Sect showed some displeasure but said nothing.

"The master is going to Daci Temple, so if you went to Putian before, you must be going to Putian Shaolin Temple."

Zhao Rong smiled slightly: "Master, you visit friends everywhere, and your friends are from all corners of the world. It's really enviable."

Fang Sheng shook his head and said:
"The Putian Shaolin Temple suffered a disaster and a fire broke out. Thieves also broke in and stole the secret records in the temple."

Zhao Rong showed no emotion on the surface, but his heart suddenly tensed up.

Putian Shaolin Temple?
Impossible, the Sunflower Manual has been destroyed by Zen Master Hongye, is there a backup copy left? !
"Did the Buddhist records get lost?"

"Not really."

Fang Sheng did not hide it from him, because there was no need to hide it: "What was lost was the secret record of Abbot Hongye's life."

"I see."

Zhao Rong stopped asking questions, but he couldn't calm down.

It just so happens that the secret document recording Zen Master Hongye was lost. I'm afraid he was investigating the Sunflower Manual.

Very few people in the world know about this.

Shaolin and Wudang? Not likely.
Who could that be?

He racked his brains but couldn't find the answer.

Not good.

If someone finds trace of Monk Du Yuan, wouldn’t they discover the secret of the Lin family?

I have to find a chance to go to Fuzhou. Even if I don't learn the true meaning of life, this Book of the Sword of Exorcism will cause endless troubles, so it's best to take it away.

Zhao Rong had many complicated thoughts.

It can be confirmed that this was not done by the Qingcheng Sect, and Yu Canghai did not know about Zen Master Hongye.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He stopped talking, gestured to Fang Sheng, and went back to Mrs. Luo.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and meditated, and no one around him dared to disturb him.

Mrs. Luo, the Luo family guards, and the escort leaders of the Zhengde Escort Agency all looked at the young man with completely different eyes than before.

I used to think he was a liar.
Brothers Xiang Zhengxiong and Xiang Zhengbiao did not sleep well all night.

Every time they closed their eyes, they would dream of a young man in blue clothes swinging a sword and slashing at them, chopping their flesh and dreams into pieces.

When I woke up, cold sweat was pouring down my back.

They were both scared and excited.

The world's top master, the famous Xiaoxiang Sword God, is within three meters. What an unforgettable experience is this for the bodyguards?
That night, they tossed and turned and slept uneasily.

Early the next morning.

It was bright.

Many Buddhists went out to collect the corpses.

Whenever the Luo family's female guards brought hot porridge to Zhao Rong, they would take the opportunity to take a few more glances at him.

It's inevitable that your little heart will beat fast.

The legend of the underworld is so close at hand.

Mrs. Luo recites Buddhist scriptures and chants Buddhist scriptures every morning, but today she couldn't calm down at all.

She doesn't know much about the underworld.

But even the most superficial person knows that the word "Sword God" is not something that ordinary people can use.

It was the first time she had heard such a name, but she was very clear in her mind.

The peerless master is right before your eyes!
Her heart was about to jump out of her chest, because after the young man finished drinking the porridge, he suddenly waved to her and motioned her to take Luo He with her.

Before Zhao Rong could speak, the little boy suddenly asked:

"Brother, I heard them talking about Xiaoxiang Sword God. What is a Sword God and what does he look like?"

Mrs. Luo was afraid that he would say something nonsense, but when she saw the young man opposite her laughing, she kept silent.

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Mrs. Luo held her breath and slowly loosened her hands.

Luo He groped in the darkness tremblingly. After taking three or four steps, he felt a chill on his forehead and fell asleep before he could say a word.

Guard captain Pu Muhan quickly brought a mat.

Zhao Rong laid Luo He flat on his back.

Mrs. Luo almost lost her voice and forgot how to speak. She just stared at her son infatuatedly, and then looked at the man in green in the morning light.

After thousands of mountains and rivers, that person
He really exists!
This is what she had always believed and prayed for, but when the moment finally came, she felt that life was like a dream, so unreal.

The guards from Zhengde Escort Agency and Luo family all looked over.

The young man in green clothes moved very quickly and suddenly took out a string of water droplets from the bowl and grabbed it in the air.

The next moment, an ice needle appeared!
The music is silent!
The first ice needle was inserted into the vital acupoint, but not a drop of blood was seen.

Shaking and retreating is the method of removing the needle. Moving and advancing is the method of stimulating qi.

This move was exactly what he learned from observing "Golden Needle Fu" for several days.

Zhao Rong originally had a method to stimulate qi, but this acupuncture method was even more amazing, worthy of being a treasure left by the founder of acupuncture.

Since Luo He has no true Qi in his body, he cannot draw Qi and stimulate blood circulation.

But this does not pose a problem for Zhao Rong.

This cold needle contains his strange true energy. Now, by moving the needle in this way, he can stimulate the energy and it will enter Luo He's meridians.

Choose the time of sunrise to practice the Ziwu Liuzhu method. Under the sunlight, the cold air will slowly enter along the needles so as not to damage the tender meridians.

Pick up the water and the needle!

Zhao Rong injected six consecutive needles into Sizhukong, Yangbai, Qingming, Zanzhu, Yuyao and Chengqi in sequence!
The six major acupuncture points are all covered with ice needles.

Everyone around was shocked.

I saw six cold needles on the little boy's face emitting wisps of icy mist, like a dream.

The escort leader of Zhengde Escort Agency and the guards of Luo family were extremely shocked!
What kind of magical skill is this? !

Master Fang Sheng stood aside, and even he couldn't remain calm.

But no one dared to speak or disturb them at this time.

Zhao Rong sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, calculating the time with one hand using the meridian method. He was surrounded by wisps of icy mist, and the sunlight shone through him, casting a layer of golden light on him.

It's like the hermit in the mountains, practicing the magic stone and white medicine to seek immortality.

It is so ethereal and otherworldly!

Zhao Rong was very familiar with his own coldness.

His eyes suddenly became clear, and he mobilized his internal energy in them. He pointed his sword finger out, and scorching cold air gathered, as if it were real. All the onlookers were shocked and thought it was a miracle!

Before anyone could react, Zhao Rong had already made his move.

The sword finger continuously pulled on the six major acupuncture points. The cold air was like a silk thread. The dirty blood that was blocked in the meridians was like a puppet under the ice silk thread. He pulled it together until it reached the center of the eyebrows.

Two drops of water slid down Zhao Rong's palm, but no one could notice it.

Just as he gathered his energy and made a stroke, a wound emitting cold air suddenly appeared between Luo He's eyebrows.

This this.
This... Could this be the gathering of energy into a blade? ! !

Master Fang Sheng could not describe his feelings. His Buddhist heart was almost broken. He clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha" in his heart.

Black blood flowed out from the wound.

Zhao Rong pulled out six ice needles, squeezed them with his hands, and turned them into water, which he sprinkled on Luo He's face.

As the little boy was immersed in the cool water, his eyebrows trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

In the dim morning light, those eyes, which originally had no luster, suddenly reflected a variety of colors.

He felt it was a bit dazzling and closed his eyes again.

After several times, the first thing Luo He saw was a distinguished face.

Tears were flowing from his eyes, and it was unclear whether it was because he was not used to it or because he was moved by seeing the strange world.

"Big brother, I see you."

Zhao Rong only smiled faintly, his demeanor and grace were difficult to describe.

What's so difficult about the meridians and the acupoints that lead the Qi?

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