Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 161 Snow Mountain Temple (8.227k)
The sky is vast and boundless, the air is vast and the color is dark.

The vast world is within my eyes, the azure blue sky reflects in my green pupils, and the hazy beauty in my heart emerges more and more clearly.

Luo He's tears rolled down like a curtain of beads.

"Mother~"

When the child's voice sounded, Luo He felt his forehead getting cold, his eyelids felt heavy, and he fell asleep again. Mrs. Luo leaned forward, called out "He'er" softly, and held her son's small body in her arms.

Zhao Rong knew that the root of his illness had been cured, so he pressed the sleeping point again to help him calm down.

Wisps of cold air were still dissipating along the wound between the eyebrows. If the qi and blood surged and collided with each other, something might go wrong.

Mrs. Luo had cried all her tears long ago, but at this moment she couldn't stop her tears. The towel brought by the female guard was already wet.

She asked the guards to help Luo He temporarily, and she stood up and knelt in the direction of the young man in blue.

The grace of giving me a new life cannot be repaid even with thousands of words.

Zhao Rong raised his hand and said, "Madam Luo, there is no need to do this. I am just a passer-by here. It was you who asked me to stop."

"This fate was established by Madam."

The monks at Daci Temple felt very sorry for what happened to the little boy, and had also heard the temple's abbot, Master Fangjue, say how difficult it was to cure this disease.

I didn’t expect that the law of fate in the world is so wonderful.

Mrs. Luo went through a lot of trouble to find Dr. Xu Youzhi to treat Luo He's injury, but she returned disappointed when her wish was not fulfilled. Who could have expected that the passerby turned out to be a remarkable man of the time.

Once you miss this opportunity, you may never have another chance.

"Amitabha."

Xuye, Xulai, Xuwei, Xuxian and other compassionate monks once again bowed to the Buddha with both hands and bowed to the young man in green.

Zhao Rong also returned the gesture with one hand, being polite.

He then said to Madam Luo, "Luo He's eye meridians have been blocked for years, so he can't see anything, but these blockages have also made him adapt to the long-term misalignment of qi and blood acupoints, which is something that ordinary warriors can't even ask for."

"Misfortunes are often the root of blessings, and blessings are often the root of misfortunes. This is indeed true."

Zhao Rong smiled lightly: "Now that all six acupoints of his eyes have been opened, his eyesight will have a rapid growth period in the future."

"These conditions are just right for our swordsmanship."

When the bystanders heard this, their mentality changed again.

Originally, they felt pity and regret for this little kid Luo He.

Hearing this, everyone was envious.

Sure enough, the young man in blue clothes said, "If you plan to let your son learn martial arts in the future, you can go south to Yancheng and tell me my name directly."

Mrs. Luo was also shocked. She had just witnessed the Sword God's methods, which were far inferior to those of ordinary warriors she met on a daily basis.

The Luo family is wealthy and powerful, but she had never seen such a person before, let alone heard of him.

I immediately helped the child to accept this great opportunity:
"He'er Meng saved me, which is a favor that I can never repay. It is also his good fortune that he has the favor of the master. If he has a desire to practice martial arts, I, as his mother, will be happy. I will immediately send him to Yancheng and let him become the master's disciple."

Her voice was extremely respectful, but everyone could hear the elegance in it.

The Xiaoxiang Sword God did not say that he wanted to accept a disciple, he only said that he wanted to become a disciple of Hengshan. However, Mrs. Luo was smart and wanted her child to become the Sword God's disciple.

Worshiping Hengshan and worshiping Xiaoxiang Sword God are two different concepts.

After seeing what happened just now, everyone was extremely excited.

The world is so big that it is hard to find a second person like him if you look around.

What makes onlookers envious is.
After hearing what Mrs. Luo said, this person did not say anything to refuse.

The Luo family guards were all surprised, and their heartbeats quickened by several beats.

The reinforcements from Daci Temple were still on their way to Quzhou, and Fang Sheng's poison had also been suppressed. After the battle last night, the surrounding thieves had been frightened and would not dare to commit crimes again in the short term.

There are still many injured people in the hospital, and they have to carry door panels on the road, which inevitably slows down their pace.

Zhao Rong meditated for a while and then said goodbye.

Mrs. Luo gave him the copy of "Golden Needle Ode" compiled by Grandmaster Xu, a gourd of fine wine, and took out something like a scroll from the carriage as a gift.

Zhao Rong accepted them all without refusing.

Around 9 o'clock, outside the abandoned house.

The sun was shining brightly, and a young man in green had a sword on one waist and a purple gold gourd hanging on the other.

The west wind is like a song. A man and a horse trample the frost and cold, carrying a sword, cross the stream, pond and canal, and head east.

If Mr. Wen were here, even if he were to write, he would still sigh that the horse has broken free from its reins and it would be difficult to paint with his skillful brush.

Everyone was looking at the house with their eyes on it and sighing.

Even the Shaolin monk, who has already given up his mind, will lose his mind.

The sleeping Luo He woke up slowly and shielded the light with his hands. Mrs. Luo took him to the carriage, and Luo He looked out through the gap in the curtains of the carriage.

He was about to call him "Big Brother" again, but was corrected by Mrs. Luo.

"From now on, when you meet someone, you should call him sir."

"Yes."

Luo He responded obediently, his eyes lit up even brighter, flickering with curiosity.

"Mother, did the master ask you to tell him before he left?"

Mrs. Luo asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"That's what I asked you about before, what does the Sword God look like?"

Mrs. Luo smiled and shook her head: "Silly child, there's no need to tell her again."

"Haven't you seen it already?"

……

It is the sixty-ninth day that She Wuluan’s soul stays in Songtao Pavilion.

Shaoxing, on Kuaiji Mountain.

In the small courtyard in the bamboo forest, dozens of martial artists were dusty and some were even panting. It seemed that they had traveled day and night to get here.

These people had fear on their faces and did not dare to look up at the bamboo building in front of them.

An old bamboo craftsman was still weaving bamboo chairs below. Facing the pleading looks of these people, he didn't dare to do anything.

Aunt, I'm almost mad to death.

"Bang~~!"

No one knew what was broken in the house. Everyone shrank their necks, not daring to ask, and pretended not to hear anything.

suddenly
A cold voice came from the bamboo house: "Are you not seeing things?"

Zu Qianqiu bumped the old man with his shoulder. The old man, with his flat head, cupped his hands and said, "Saint Aunt, I would recognize him even if he turned into ash."

Zu Qianqiu didn't hear a response, so he quickly replied:

"The moonlight was not very bright that night, but there were lanterns to illuminate it. I had seen him several times before and was so impressed that I would never dare to make a mistake."

The cold girl's voice came again:
"There are so many of you, fighting and killing in the martial arts world for decades, and you are afraid of just one person?"

"He is only a few years old, and you guys just run away when you see him, not even daring to fight?"

The old bamboo craftsman looked up and signaled:

"Si Chuyan, please reply to your aunt's question."

A big man came out upon hearing the sound. He was the leader who led a group of men in black to attack the house.

"I received an order from the Saint Lady and led the Tianhe Gang members over there to let them start the fight. When we arrived, it seemed like the fight had stopped. As soon as I shouted, the brothers hiding in the Tianhe Gang started the fight again."

"I slowed down and prepared to clean up the mess."

"It was very dark at night. I saw corpses all over the ground, and some people were fleeing from the yard in a panic. I thought the time had come, so I led my men inside to kill them. But soon after I crossed the threshold, I saw dead and wounded all over the ground. That...that...that man was extremely vicious and killed people with just one move."

Si Chuyan was frightened when he said this: "I have never seen such swordsmanship. We have experts here, but they still couldn't take a single blow."

"At the junction of Hengyuan and Zhanqiao Pine Forest, the rumors about Xiaoxiang Sword God should be correct."

"With this man around those bastards from Shaolin and Kunlun, we didn't stand a chance that night. Now more than ten days have passed, and the old monk hasn't been poisoned to death. I'm afraid he helped suppress the poison. The monks have entered Jinhua, and Qin Weibang, Sang Sanniang and the others must have noticed it. It's too late for us to do anything."

After Si Chuyan finished speaking, the bamboo building was quiet for a while.

There was no other sound except the panting.

The cold girl's voice came again: "Mrs. Zhang."

"My subordinate is here."

"You went there after Si Chuyan, what did you see?"

The old woman said, "The people of the Tianhe Gang were killed and scattered. Recently, I inquired and found that eight or nine of the leaders of Huang Boliu's gang died. The loss was heavy."

"That man's swordsmanship is extremely high. Only if all the elders of our sect attack at the same time can we have a chance to take him down."

Mrs. Zhang paused slightly when she said this.

She knew this was impossible.

Today is different from the past. Most of the elders of Blackwood Cliff now only listen to Yang Lianting. The five or six halls that originally did not offend either side now all rely on the general manager.

The Eastern Sect Leader had great trust in him. After Yanjin Meilin, there was almost no dissenting voice on the Black Wood Cliff, except for those old Eastern subordinates like Tong Baixiong who were resting on their laurels.

The very few elders who are loyal to Master Ren should be prepared to be labeled traitors if they dare to take any action now.

Although the elders dare not offend the Saint Aunt, those who pretend to obey her but actually disobey her are probably the majority.

Mrs. Zhang sighed, but there was no good solution.

I can only advise:

"Saint Aunt, if we want to deal with him, it may take a big fight. For the time being, it is not advisable to make him an enemy."

After Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent again.

The Green Bamboo Man outside asked, "Do you know where this person is?"

Zu Qianqiu said, "We gathered the good horses and hurried on without stopping. The rest of us stayed along the way in Jinhua. According to the news sent by the pigeon, he left Jinhua not long ago and seemed to be heading to Hangzhou Prefecture."

Green Bamboo Old Man glanced at the bamboo house:
"Go find him first, and report back when you have definite information."

Huang He Lao Zu and others were a little excited when they heard this, and of course they wanted to leave.

But no one dared to move until they heard the Saint Lady speak.

"get out!"

Everyone was surprised to hear this.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out of here right away!"

They breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Green Bamboo Old Man with gratitude, fearing that the Saint Lady would say something about fighting that man to the death.

Everyone went down Kuaiji Mountain in shame and went to look for the young man in green.

After the group of people left, Green Bamboo Elder advised: "Aunt, please don't be angry anymore. I think this is a coincidence."

"If Hengshan has been with the people from the Shaolin Kunlun Sect, our people will not be able to leave the clouds and report the news alive. So we can temporarily leave the "Hematemesis Chart" with them. We will be able to get it back sooner or later."

Inside the bamboo building, next to an ancient zither, the beautiful face of the girl in the black dress was filled with anger.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and stared fiercely at a portrait in the bamboo pavilion.

A dagger appeared in her hand, and in an instant the sword flipped, cutting the portrait into pieces, but she still felt unsatisfied.

She flicked her sleeves, took down the painting, and stomped hard on the young man in it.

You must always be against me!

I don't even want "Guangling San" anymore, and you, a bastard, have ruined my vomiting blood score.

Ever since she met this man, she seemed to have never been happy again.

"He was far from being as skilled as he is today a year ago."

This was said a little louder.

The Green Bamboo Old Man outside was slightly startled, and immediately realized that the words were directed at him.

Green Bamboo Old Man sighed inwardly.

My aunt is a genius at Blackwood Cliff. In just over a decade, she has developed skills that ordinary people would never be able to achieve in their entire lives.

This is the result of studying music while practicing.

Although there is no shortage of resources in the sect, and many masters and even the Eastern Sect Leader have given guidance, it would be impossible to achieve what you have today if you were dull.

When it comes to opponents of the same age, it would be hard to find another one in the world.

However, this desire to win was constantly frustrated in Hengyang.

His mind raced, and he said outside the bamboo building:

"I don't know much about the Hengshan School's swordsmanship. Maybe he will understand the sword and comprehend its essence one day, and then his skills will be greatly improved."

"A genius like this who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like my aunt, is hard to guess."

He comforted her, and then heard the girl say:
"If I fight him now, what do you think my chances of winning are?"

The old eyes of Green Bamboo Old Man became even more cloudy.

Is my aunt so angry that she is confused? Why would she ask such a question?
He coughed and said, "Hengshan swordsmanship has a limit. Although his swordsmanship is high now, it has reached the top and it is difficult to move forward. As long as Aunt concentrates on practicing, she will catch up sooner or later."

"Humph!"

A light hum came from the bamboo building.

Just as I was about to say something else, I heard a series of footsteps.

"Mr. Wen is back."

There was a hint of joy in Green Bamboo Old Man's voice, and he admired Mr. Wen's painting skills very much.

Mr. Wen said in a rough voice:

"This time I went south and finally lived up to Saint Aunt's trust. I got another satisfactory painting."

There was a slight creaking sound and the window was half open.

How could Mr. Wen not understand?
He walked quickly forward and presented the scroll with a smile on his face without passing it through Green Bamboo Old Man's hands.

As an old artist, Mr. Wen believes that he understands girls' thoughts very well.

This masterpiece is so lifelike that it surpasses any previous works.

He believed that the Saint Lady would be satisfied.

In the bamboo building, a girl in a black dress leaning against the window opened the scroll. The sunlight from outside passed through the bamboo forest and cast some mottled bamboo shadows on the painting.

The young man in the painting has a warm smile on his face, holding a long sword in both hands, and is standing in front of a bamboo forest.

When the wind blows outside, the bamboo shadows in the painting sway.

It is truly a masterpiece of painting and a work of art!

The painting came alive in the girl's eyes.

She stared at the person in the painting, and immediately a struggle began between her conscience and her desires.

"Mr. Wen, what are you painting?" asked Green Bamboo Old Man curiously.

Mr. Wen smiled leisurely and said, "This time when I went down to Hengyang, the young man happened to sit next to me on the way back. I noticed his demeanor and bearing. I am quite satisfied with this painting. It is not comparable to the previous fantasy work."

Green Bamboo Old Man’s smile disappeared immediately.

not good!

With a whoosh sound, a figure flew out from the bamboo building.

"Aunt~!"

The Green Bamboo Old Man dropped the bamboo knife in his hand and hurriedly chased down Kuaiji Mountain.

Mr. Wen nodded and smiled.

Judging from Saint Aunt’s behavior, she obviously recognized his paintings highly.

……

She Wuluan’s soul stayed in Songtao Pavilion for the seventy-fourth day.

Zhao Rong escaped from Wushang and approached the former territory of the State of Yue, which was exactly where King Goujian of Yue slept on firewood and tasted gall.

Walking in Zhuji City, I could hear the soft and clear Wu dialect, and thought it was worthy of being the hometown of Xi Shi.

He was leisurely along the way, neither urging the horse to move forward, but just holding the reins and walking slowly.

There is no need to rush to go to Meizhuang.

It is hard to say what the outcome of the dispute with the Four Friends of Jiangnan will be.

I rested for a day in the bustling city of Zhuji, tried the local Lingbei salt-baked chicken, and had a bowl of Ciwu noodles at a roadside vendor's stall.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that we left the city and headed north.

It is less than two hundred miles from Zhuji to Hangzhou.

In the evening, the sky was gloomy.

The sky was gloomy, without a single trace of sunshine. Dark clouds rolled across the sky like an unfinished painting.

It looks like it's going to snow.

Ancient plank road, with fallen rocks and pillars.

I heard the neighing of horses in the mountain stream, and the young man in green clothes sped up his horse, jumped over a broken bridge, and stepped onto the road.

"Good horse!"

Although the gap was not very wide, Zhao Rong was in a good mood and naturally did not hesitate to praise him.

He continued forward and passed an ancient trade road. There was a boundary marker on the side, but the words on it were blurred and covered with old vines with withered and hideous beards, so it was no longer possible to make out any more.

Zhao Rong was just about to speed up so as to find a place to stay before dark when suddenly he heard a melodious sound of a musical instrument.

The sound of the piano passed through the mountains and forests, clear but not sad, simple but elegant, as if it had added moving colors to the unfinished painting in the sky.

"wonderful!"

"wonderful!"

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and listened for a few seconds, saying "wonderful" twice.

He was already well versed in the ancient music and was not completely ignorant. He now had a certain appreciation for tunes. Just by listening to a short piece of music, he could tell that the person playing the piano was a master.

Those who have such a hobby in these deep mountains and dense forests are mostly old men who have seen through the mundane world.

He urged his horse on happily, and the journey was no more than a hundred feet.

There is an octagonal pavilion beside the ancient road. Its four pillars are full of worms, the eaves at the corners of the pavilion are dilapidated and mottled, and the roof of the pavilion has few tiles and many leaks. The traces of time are visible at a glance.

There is a stone table in the pavilion, and stone benches with dead leaves scattered around it.

I saw a slender and graceful woman in a black dress covered with light white gauze, her back was hazy, her skirt cascading down like a waterfall, a jade harp was placed across the stone table, and she was playing with both hands.

The closer the sound of horse hooves, the faster her tune becomes.

The previous clear and crisp sounds of springs and streams suddenly became hurried and rustling, like war horses passing through a border, and all the trees and grass looked like enemies!

The girl's breathing became increasingly rapid, her face tense, and she was about to draw her sword.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a very hateful voice came from outside the pavilion.

"Girl, do you know where to stay nearby?"

"It's going to snow soon. The road I'm trying to take is short, but the guide didn't explain it clearly. I don't know if there are any villages or towns nearby, and how far is it to Hangzhou?"

After a few seconds of silence, a beautiful girl's voice rang out from the pavilion, but her tone was quite unfriendly:
"Go forward another three miles. There is a wild peach forest. Once you enter the forest, you will see a mass grave. You can stay there for the night."

Zhao Rong found this interesting and said with a smile:

"I was just wondering why someone was playing music in this ancient pavilion in the mountains where dusk was falling and few people were around. It turned out to be a mountain spirit or ghost causing trouble."

"Little witch, if you keep playing, I won't stay at your house any longer."

"you!"

There were only two short sounds, and she turned over and jumped, with two short and thin double-edged swords in her hands.

Her kung fu was more advanced than before, her movements were swift and agile, her black shadow flashed in the pavilion, she stepped on the pavilion pillar and stabbed at Zhao Rong's shoulder.

Looking at the martial arts world, if ordinary martial artists saw this quick coming and going, they would probably think it was a ghost in the mountains.

However, Zhao Rong could see her movements clearly.

He drew his sword and made three consecutive moves, then stepped on the saddle and jumped into the stone steps of the octagonal pavilion.

Even though the black shadow was elusive, the green shadow was faster.

In just over ten moves, the two sides clashed with their weapons, two short swords against a long sword. The sound of the swords clashing was far faster than the sound of the piano just now, like a violent storm in the mountains!
The young boy handled it with ease, but the young girl found it very strenuous.

No matter how cold the face beneath the veil is, it cannot erase the hint of surprise.

Only now did I realize that the rumors were true.

Suddenly, the long sword in the green-clothed young man's hand shone brightly, and sword shadows appeared in the girl's eyes.

She was dazed for a moment, then came to her senses and slashed the air with both swords.

Is this the phantom sword?

No wonder it only takes one move to kill someone.

In a duel between masters, the consequences of one being fooled can be imagined.

Out of survival instinct, she wanted to use her Qinggong to jump back and dodge, but she thought that her agility was not as good as the opponent's. If he chased her with a sword, she would definitely be seriously injured.

A chill rose in my heart.

On second thought, dying by his sword would be the end of everything.

"Hey~!"

A flash of sword light flashed across, and the veil in front of her scattered and fell to the ground.

Behind the veil, a girl's face with a quiet temperament and extraordinary beauty was revealed.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and faced the sword that was close to her skin without any fear.

"Your swordsmanship has improved a bit, and your power has also increased, but it's still not enough."

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, "You are no longer my opponent, do you still want to fight?"

There was inevitably a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Since he started practicing sword skills, there is almost no one who can defeat him.

The one in front of me can barely be considered one.

The girl opened her eyes, not satisfied with his tone, and not afraid of the might of the Sword God.

Instead, he snorted and said:

"What Xiaoxiang Sword God? He was just a shameless thief who abandoned his sword and ran away."

As she spoke, her eyes looked across at me coldly, but they could not conceal the delicate look that came with her stunningly beautiful face.

Zhao Rong's face darkened.

"It was just a draw. I just didn't want to bother with you at the time."

"Bah~!"

The girl snorted, avoided his gaze and walked towards the pavilion. "I don't know who is jumping around like a monkey on the tree, but I admire your running skills."

"I didn't mean to kill you at that time, otherwise you would have died long ago."

Zhao Rong didn't want to argue anymore, so he chased to the pavilion and asked:
"Where's my sword?"

“I kept it.”

Zhao Rong stared at the Yaoqin and suggested:
"Your sword is also in my hand. How about this, although I defeated you by a large margin, we will swap swords and the previous one will be considered a draw. You should practice more with swords in the future and we can fight again."

Seeing that he was very concerned about the sword and spoke in a somewhat shameless tone, the girl immediately laughed:
"Who wants to trade with you? I have plenty of swords, not just the one I lost. But the sword of the Xiaoxiang Sword God is very rare."

"Even if you become the best in the world in the future, you will still be that shameless thief who abandoned his sword and ran away."

Looking at someone's gloomy face, the girl couldn't help but smile.

"How about it, do you want to kill me to silence me?"

She continued, "I know you are a skilled martial artist, and we are enemies. Do you know why I dared to come to you today?"

Zhao Rong carefully looked at the stunning face in front of him.

"Do you think I will be gentle with women?"

"Pooh!"

The girl's face turned slightly red, and her breath quickened for a few moments: "I want to see if the famous young man Zhao is a true gentleman."

"You may not know that I ordered people to secretly search for a chess manual called "Blood Vomiting Manual" in Jiangnan. They bought it from a poor chess player in Qingyuan. It was a mutual agreement."

“But when several Kunlun disciples and Shaolin lay disciples saw that it was the original score, they wanted to fight for it.”

"The Kunlun disciples recognized one of them as coming from Changjing Island, so they shouted the devil cult and killed people to steal the score."

"A well-known and upright family? Humph!"

Ren Yingying asked, "Excuse me, Young Master Zhao, was it right for them to kill people and steal the chess manual?"

Zhao Rong frowned, he didn't expect things to be even dirtier than he thought.

Judging from the evasive and guilty look on the faces of those two men before, it was probably true.

"Should I seek revenge on them?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, but you helped these people kill many of my men without asking any questions."

"I don't think I have done anything wrong to you, the Hengshan Sect, but you have great ill will towards me."

"I was looking for Guangling Powder and Vomiting Blood Spectrum, but you destroyed them all."

She became angrier and angrier as she spoke, staring at the boy in front of her.

She felt extremely aggrieved and didn't know why this person had to go against her.

She wanted to say more.
The young man stretched out his hand to signal her to stop.

Then, he took out a thin chess manual from the package, on which was written "The Book of Vomiting Blood".

"Ok?"

She thought she was seeing things, but when she picked it up and looked at it, it was actually a vomiting blood spectrum!
"How. How did it end up in your hands?"

Zhao Rong said frankly: "Master Fang Sheng was not aware of this matter. Under my instruction, he questioned several of his nephews and probably guessed that the chess record was not legitimate."

"You didn't want to bring this bad consequence into the temple, so you gave it to me and asked me to help find the owner."

Zhao Rong met her eyes and smiled, "Why are you looking at me?"

"How do I know whether what you said is true or not? I'll ask someone to go to Qingyuan to investigate. If it's true, it won't be too late to tell you later."

Ren Yingying said nothing and could only put down the chess record.

If the person in front of her doesn't give it to her, she can't take it away even if she tries.

However, it makes sense for him to investigate the authenticity.

Looking at the chess record, the girl felt a little relieved and couldn't help but glance at the boy beside her.

He took out another ancient book from his bag and handed it to her.

"This is this"

She breathed rapidly, opened the ancient book, and was instantly immersed in it like Zhao Rong's enlightenment about swordsmanship.

Seeing that she was very engaged, Zhao Rong sat quietly aside and did not disturb her.

The girl was flipping through an ancient book, brushing aside her unsightly black hair, as if she had entered a brand new world.

Not long after.

When a pair of jade hands pressed on the jade harp, an ancient tune that made people linger on it sounded faintly from the octagonal pavilion!
suddenly
The wind blew hard, the sky was getting dark, and the snow was dancing wildly.

The west wind was blowing evilly, and heavy snow was falling from the sky.

I only see the snowflakes falling in all directions, but I don't know where they are coming from. The snowflakes are flying in all directions, filling the sky.

The girl remained unmoved, her eyes fixed on the music score as the wind flipped it.

On a cold night with a west wind and heavy snow, Guangling San sounded again in the octagonal pavilion.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but think.

On a snowy night one year, Ji Kang could not sleep. He tossed and turned in the pavilion. He sat up and played the zither, listening to the snow.

The same sky, where the past and the present meet.

Guangling San is not a last song.

Zhao Rong glanced at the girl playing the piano. He was quite shocked to see her flying black hair and fluttering black skirt, blending in the ancient charm of wind and snow. He couldn't help but take off the wine gourd from his waist.

He poured wine onto the cracked moss-green bricks in the pavilion, and muttered with a smile:

"Brother Shuye, Guangling San is indeed a great piece of music. I will toast to you first."

Da da da.
The wine fell to the ground, and mist splashed everywhere. A strong wind blew the mist into the pavilion and scattered on the "Guangling San".

Zhao Rong laughed and drank the rest of the wine.

As the dusk deepened, the snow fell heavier.

The girl took her hands off the zither and the music stopped abruptly. The young man in blue was still not satisfied, but opened his eyes with a smile.

"I admire your piano skills."

"If we're competing in playing the zither, I'm sure I can't beat you."

Ren Yingying looked at Zhao Rong with some complex feelings: "Although this Guangling San was copied and I was not able to play it to the end, I know that this score is genuine."

"Could it be."

She slightly widened her eyes, her gaze reflecting the color of snow: "Could it be that the original work of Guangling San is also in your hands?"

"good."

Ren Yingying asked hurriedly, "Do you know Elder Qu Yang?"

Zhao Rong didn't want to disturb Qu Zhiyin, so he just said, "I picked up this score."

"Why are you looking for this Guangling San?"

Ren Yingying was reluctant to mention Lao Ren either, "People who love the qin will never go wrong in finding it."

Zhao Rong smiled, knowing her little thoughts, and thinking of the matter of vomiting blood, he said:

"Do me a favor and I'll give you this Guangling Powder."

Ren Yingying did not agree immediately. In this world, the only thing that could get him to help would be something extremely difficult to accomplish.

"Don't think too much. You are good at playing the piano. You can help me make friends through music."

The girl's eyes lit up, and she thought this was an elegant thing to do: "This is not difficult."

"What kind of friend do you want to meet?"

Zhao Rong stared into her eyes and said, "I want to meet Mr. Huang Zhong, the master of West Lake Plum Manor."

Just this one word made the girl pale.

"You're going to Meizhuang? Is this Guangling San for Huang Zhonggong to see?"

"Exactly."

Zhao Rong asked back: "Do the Four Friends of Jiangnan recognize you?"

The girl lowered her eyes and shook her head, "Not many people in the world have seen my appearance. Those four people have lived in seclusion for more than ten years, how could they recognize me?"

"That's fine. Then dress differently and don't be too eye-catching."

"Why do you want to see Huang Zhonggong?"

Zhao Rong showed a hint of expectation: "It is said that the master of the manor is very skilled in martial arts and has the ability to combine internal strength with music. Since he has retired, I am afraid he will not use force easily."

"If you come with me, I will have a better chance. I will first give him Guangling San as a gift, and then use the music to make friends. I believe he will not be reluctant to show off his unique skills."

"This is just one of them."

"I want to see one more person, but your identity is special, so it is not convenient for me to tell you for the time being."

The girl's heart started pounding when she heard his words.

But when I think about it, it’s not very likely.

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Rong immediately reached out his hand.

"doing what?"

"Since you don't want to go, then return Guangling Powder to me."

"Who said I won't go?"

She had wanted to go to Meizhuang to find out for a long time, and she was very happy at the moment, but she just didn't want anyone to see it.

The octagonal pavilion was windy on all sides and it was snowing heavily outside, so it was not suitable for staying overnight.

Ren Yingying led him and walked forward for three miles. Sure enough, there was a wild peach forest. However, behind the peach forest was not a mass grave, but a dilapidated mountain temple.

On a snowy night, the two of them walked towards the mountain temple together.

There were some daily necessities in the inner room, so I guess she stayed here for several days.

"Are you waiting for me here?" Zhao Rong asked jokingly.

The girl snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

She held Guangling San in her hands and said, "The town ahead is more than 20 miles away. It's snowing heavily now. We'll stay here tonight."

"You want to conceal your identity. What will you say when you get to Meizhuang?"

"When people ask you where you're from, you always have to respond."

She spoke in a soft voice and gentle tone at this time, which was surprisingly as pleasant as the soft Wu dialect heard in Zhuji city.

Zhao Rong said gently, "Just cover it up and say you came from Jiangnan."

"Where is Jiangnan?" the girl asked.

Zhao Rong hummed and said casually, "Gusu, Yanziwu."

"I'll use the alias Zhao Qingmu. You can come up with one for yourself."

Hearing this, the girl put down Guangling San.

Green wood also means prosperity.

"What is our relationship?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Just say she's my cousin."

Hearing this, the girl covered her face with Guangling San again and said quietly:
"Xiaoxiang Sword God has so many sisters."

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