Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 163 The best in the world! (9.132k)
Since the Four Friends from Jiangnan had invited us, they were naturally very enthusiastic.

Zhao Rong followed the head owner of the manor, and Ren Yingying walked slowly beside him. As they walked through the corridor, they admired the courtyard scenery with several other owners.

The various buildings in Meizhuang are quite simple and ancient.

The lattice doors and windows extend from top to bottom, and even a small knee-high gate built into the railings makes it resemble Zhang Zeduan's "The Competition for the Flag at Jinming Lake".

Snow covered Lin'an, and the pavilions and waterside terraces in Plum Manor were all covered in white robes with undulating folds. As they walked along, the folds were like white waves, rippling on every pavilion, tree, and every winter plum blossom.

It is extremely beautiful and naturally elegant.

The crowd walked along the corridors, passed through doors and courtyards, pointed at the strange rocks, and walked past countless bluestone square bricks.

They moved to the central courtyard, then stopped and sat on the chairs arranged around the stove on a large high platform with waterside pavilion.

There was warmth and a faint fragrance in the air. There was also a jade harp placed across the long table with green vines, and the incense burner was floating in the air, but in the blink of an eye, it was blown away by the troublesome west wind.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw a small bridge below with flowing water pouring into a green pond. He thought there might be some koi fish swimming around, but he didn't know where in the stone cave they were hiding.

The girl sitting next to him looked out as he did, her long eyelashes gently blinking and her eyes slightly showing a strange look, obviously she didn't expect to see such a scene in Plum Manor.

Dan Qingsheng put down the jade wine glass in his hand and clapped his hands lightly.

"Today, a distinguished guest has arrived. Someone, please bring me the fine wine from my wine shop!"

“Pick out the best wine!”

He waved his sleeves, looked very excited, and shouted to several waiters with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Fourth Master."

Several people bowed in agreement, then turned and left.

Zhao Rong had no time to exchange pleasantries. Huang Zhonggong was worried and asked impatiently, "Excuse me, what you just said was not a lie to me?"

There was a sad look on the old face. His hand that was stroking his beard paused on it. He sighed and then moved his hand away:

"Ji Kang did not pass on Guangling San to Yuan Xiaoni, so this piece of music has been lost to history!"

"Big brother!"

Dan Qingsheng slapped his palm with the back of his hand, looking anxious:
"As soon as I saw Brother Zhao, I knew he was a good friend. If he said yes, then it must be yes. But when the eldest brother mentioned this piece of music, he was so worried and fussy. Isn't it making people look down on us, the Four Friends of Jiangnan?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and then heard Hei Baizi say:
"What if there is a painting of Fan Kuan traveling in the mountains and rivers?"

"Where? Where?!"

Dan Qingsheng shouted twice in a hurry, one louder than the other, and when he saw Hei Baizi sneer, he knew he had been tricked, so he immediately waved his sleeves and ignored him.

Zhao Rong just smiled and said nothing, looking at his cousin beside him.

The girl glanced at him and took off her harp.

Huang Zhonggong's face became solemn upon seeing this. Having lived in seclusion in Meizhuang for more than ten years, he had never been so nervous as he was at that moment.

Ren Yingying could see that the old man was a zither lover, so she placed her wide sleeves half on the strings and bowed to the old man, muttering the words "Xianchou" softly.

She played a piece of heart-wrenching music with just a few strokes of her fingers!
When the small preface and the big preface suddenly gain momentum, the tone of the satirical narrative enters the mainstream.

Telling the story in clean overtones and deep and heavy notes
The story of Guangling San, with its brilliant and splendid scenes and swords and spears, is slowly conveyed through the sound of the zither.
Huang Zhonggong studied the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove and knew about Ji Kang's indignant and unyielding spirit.

When I heard this tune, I was sure it was the legacy of Shuye. I felt inexplicably moved, as if I had crossed over a thousand years and was arguing with Ji Kang.

The profound and lingering melody echoes faintly in my mind.

The old man's bright eyes were actually moist.

The sound of the zither stopped, and the girl's eyes moved away from the zither, and her peripheral vision passed by herself.

She saw Zhao Rong also opened his eyes and gave her a look of praise.

"Guangling San, it's really Guangling San."

Huang Zhonggong stood up and bowed to them, "I have no regrets in dying for being able to hear this song in my lifetime."

Zhao Rong also stood up and bowed to comfort him:
"The ancients did not see the moon of today, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients. The predecessors did not see Ji Kang, but heard his music a thousand years later. Time passed, but the sound of the piano remained. A thousand years later, we met friends through music, and we met again in the dead of winter. Isn't it a beautiful thing?"

"Why are you so sad, senior?"

"Before his death, Ji Kang was not sad at all, but only lamented that Guangling San had ceased to exist. If he had known that this piece of music would continue to exist, he would have been very happy."

These words made the girl's eyes light up, and Huang Zhonggong even exclaimed "good".

The old man stared at Zhao Rong and praised him, "My friend is indeed a remarkable man of the time. Your insights are much better than mine."

He then said to Ren Yingying: "This young friend's piano skills are extremely high. I am amazed."

"With two distinguished guests here today, I'm going to have a few more drinks from my fourth brother."

Danqingsheng, Tubiweng and Heibaizi all laughed when they heard this.

The three of them laughed so loudly that some icicles under the eaves were shaken and fell to the ground.

Zhao Rong struck while the iron was hot. He did not say what he wanted, but solemnly took out an ancient book from his bag.

Ren Yingying was slightly stunned.

The "Guangling San" was clearly in her possession, but she didn't expect this boy to take out another one.

Zhao Rong carried her copy with him, but this one was originally intended to be given to Huang Zhonggong.

"Guangling San!"

Heibaizi and others exclaimed, and Huang Zhonggong's originally pale face suddenly showed blood color, looking extremely eager.

He had just heard the tune and knew that the score was definitely not forged by some bad guy to play a trick on others.

Zhao Rong handed the music score to the old man without hesitation.

Huang Zhonggong looked at him deeply and then turned to the first page. Although the other three owners did not know how to play the zither, they knew that this was an ancient score that had been lost for a thousand years, so they came over to take a look.

Just the first page made Huang Zhonggong's face change drastically.

He moved his fingers in the air, plucking and pressing the notes in the same manner as playing the zither. After turning three pages, he was already distracted. He closed the score and dared not look at it again. Only then did he realize the profound rhythm of Guangling San.

Although the girl from Suzhou was an excellent zither player, she was unable to play the entire tune.

He really wanted to ask if he could copy the music score.

He also felt ashamed for taking advantage of a young man at his age, and wanted to exchange something for it, but he felt that there was nothing in Meizhuang that could compare to this score.

The owner of the manor was extremely anxious, which was unusual for him.
"This score is just a copy. I brought it here to give it to you, senior."

Huang Zhonggong, who was full of complicated thoughts, looked at the smiling young man when he heard this, and a huge uproar surged in his heart!

"This"

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Rong raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Senior, please don't refuse. I am also a character in the song. The other day when I was reading Guangling San, my uncle appeared in my dream and asked me to find the most elegant qin players in the world to appreciate this song together."

He spoke with sincerity.

Huang Zhonggong hesitated for a moment, then he sighed and stopped refusing, accepting the music score with a slight tremor.

The other three owners all expressed admiration for Zhao Rong.

Tubi Weng suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhao is also good at calligraphy. Do you have any collections that I would like to appreciate?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Rong laughed loudly, "I really can't hide it from the Third Village Master."

"I came to Plum Manor to meet four friends. If I only sang Guangling San, how could I dare to boast that the Four Friends of Jiangnan are all my friends?"

"oh?!!"

Danqingsheng, Heibaizi and Tubiweng were all cheered up, and Huang Zhonggong stroked his beard and smiled.

He was reciting Guangling San in his mind, but at this moment the most important thing was to accompany the two distinguished guests.

Then Zhao Rong took out an object that looked like a scroll.

Since it was Bald Pen Master who asked the question, he opened the scroll and unfolded it downwards.

Everyone stretched their heads to look, and Ren Yingying saw that he was in such a casual manner that she became very curious.

"what?!"

The short and fat body of Tu Bi Weng leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the contents on the scroll, his eyes widened and he gasped.

“This is the original!”

"It's real. It's really an authentic work by Zhang Xu from the Tang Dynasty. It can't be fake. This calligraphy can't be fake!!"

The third owner of the manor was shouting and yelling, much crazier than the first owner. The cursive writing on the scroll opened and closed, like a martial arts master displaying his light skills and leaping among the lush grass and flying birds.

How could the owners of the manor not know Zhang Xu's name?

He was not only one of the Four Masters of Wuzhong, but was also called "Zhang Dian" because he was good at cursive calligraphy and loved drinking. Therefore, he and Huaisu were collectively known as "Dian Zhang and Zui Su".

The Third Village Master's martial arts is the Shigu acupuncture method, which not only includes General Pei's poems, but also the cursive script from Huaisu's Autobiography. This acupuncture method is erratic and flows in all directions.

Now that he has seen Zhang Xu's authentic works, how can Tu Bi Weng not go crazy? !
But
Huang Zhonggong and others who possessed strong appreciation abilities frowned slightly.

“This scroll of calligraphy is not the Four Ancient Poems, nor is it the Heart Sutra in Cursive Script, nor is it the Now I Want to Return Post.”

Heibaizi asked in confusion, and Danqingsheng beside him nodded: "It is said that Dian Zhang also has "Li Qinglian Preface" and "Self-spoken Letter", and the contents are also unrelated to this letter."

Tu Bi Weng's eyes were red as he lingered on the calligraphy on the scroll.

He shouted firmly: "No, this is Zhang Xu's authentic work. It has captured his soul and no one else can imitate it!"

Huang Zhonggong read the contents of the calligraphy:

"Heavy rocks embrace dangerous stones, and light clouds drag over the deep stream. Fairy clothes flutter around the town, and feathered umbrellas flutter. The brocade color connects the flowers quietly, and the moss light brings the smoke of leaves."

"This is Luo Binwang's poem, the artistic conception is beautiful."

Zhao Rong smiled and replied: "It is the 'Fu De Bai Yun Bao You Shi'. This scroll was personally given to me by Luo Binwang's descendants."

"In the fifth year of Tianbao, Zhang Xu retired to Luoyang. The descendants of Luo Binwang and Yan Zhenqing, who was "dismissed from his post at Liquan", went to Zhang Xu to ask for calligraphy lessons. Zhang Xu wrote this post, which was kept by his descendants and has been preserved to this day."

Upon hearing this, the looks of several manor owners changed and they sighed in their hearts.

This post is not only an authentic work of Zhang Xu, but also involves the Four Great Talents of the Early Tang Dynasty and has traces of Yan Zhenqing.

It is hard to imagine how the descendants of the Luo family would give away this priceless heirloom personally.

Huang Zhonggong was slightly surprised, and then he recited the poem on the copybook: "The fairy clothes moved around the town, and the feathered umbrellas were separated."

He couldn't help but look at the young man holding the letter.

The light clothes were fluttering in the west wind, and coupled with her extraordinary demeanor, she really had the rhythm of a poem.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Dan Qingsheng was a straightforward person: "Brother Zhao, why did the descendants of the Luo family give you this treasure?"

Zhao Rong thought and responded:

"A young man in her family was ill and sought medical help from all over the world. By chance, I met him and healed his disease. I couldn't refuse his kindness, so I accepted this thank you gift."

Dan Qingsheng could not help nodding: "Brother Zhao is a remarkable man!"

Before others could sigh, they suddenly heard a loud roar from Bald Pen Master!
He leaped up, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink and began writing wildly on a white wall.

It was "General Pei's Poem", with twenty-three characters written in a vigorous and energetic style, as if they were about to fly out of the wall!

"Good, excellent! These twenty-three words are the best I have ever written."

He shook his head and turned all his interest into flying books all over the wall.

Seeing his third brother so happy, Dan Qingsheng looked at Zhao Rong with an anxious look: "Brother Zhao must have more paintings!"

"That's natural."

"But I got this painting by chance, and I watched the man paint it. It is definitely not a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages."

Zhao Rong took the painting and said with a smile: "It's just that this matter is so clever and interesting, so I'll use it to make fun of the Fourth Manor Master."

“Eh~!!”

Dan Qingsheng waved his sleeves wildly: "How can you make fun of me? Even if you don't take any paintings, I will still drink with you!"

It is difficult to find paintings that can impress the four masters.

However, painting is just one of his hobbies, and he can always make up for it by drinking and talking about swords.

Zhao Rong got along quite well with these people, as if he was at the gate of Hengshan Mountain.

It seems that the four owners of the manor have a connection with our Hengshan Sect.

He muttered to himself and handed the album to Dan Qingsheng.

The fourth village master unfolded it and took a look, then immediately burst into laughter.

He then unfolded it and showed it to the other three owners, and they all laughed.

Ren Yingying took a quick glance and immediately thought of a similar painting in Kuaiji Mountain. It turned out that Mr. Wen had painted more than one.

However, when the painting and the real person appeared in front of her at the same time, she felt a different kind of emotion.

Dan Qingsheng didn't take it seriously at first and just praised the handsome boy in the painting.

Suddenly, he felt that the brushwork of this painting was familiar. He was slightly startled and carefully studied the details in the painting.

Dan Qingsheng exclaimed, used his Qinggong skills to quickly rush into a house, then quickly ran back to the pavilion and spread out another painting.

Everyone watched together.

Heibaizi also uttered a light exclamation, and Huang Zhonggong's eyes also changed slightly.

"This"

"Second brother, have you discovered it too?"

Dan Qingsheng said: "Even if he doesn't paint flowers and birds, he can still express himself in a freehand way. This technique of magnifying the characteristics to the extreme is not something that ordinary painters can possess."

"Brother Zhao in the painting is clearly smiling, and the fierceness of the swordsman can penetrate through the paper and hit you in the face."

"Not bad!"

Bald Pen Master touched his forehead and said, "There are also inscriptions on this painting, and the handwriting on both sides is very similar. Yes, it was done by the same person!"

When Zhao Rong heard what they said, he found it a little strange.

"Brother Zhao, is the person helping you paint an old man?"

Zhao Rong recalled: "He looks to be in his fifties, close to sixty."

"But after a brief exchange, I felt that Mr. Wen was in a relaxed state of mind. Perhaps he didn't look old at all, but rather a little older."

Ren Yingying listened to his vague guesses and found it funny, as if she knew more and he knew less, which was quite amusing.

"Mr. Wen?"

Dan Qingsheng smiled suddenly and said, "That's him. You probably met him in Xiaoxiang. Wen Zhengming's ancestral home is near Hengshan Mountain."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Dan Qingsheng pointed to his own painting and said: "This painting of mine, Orchid, Bamboo and Rock, was also created by him. His freehand style matches my swordsmanship, which makes me very satisfied."

"I didn't expect he would paint your portrait. It's so rare."

The fourth manor owner sighed: "He must be attracted by your temperament."

I also saw the inscription next to it: "I wonder if it is the Milky Way falling from the sky", and I knew that it was praising his sword energy that was pouring down like the Lushan Waterfall.

When Zhao Rong saw him pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, he knew that he was itching to show off his skills.

"Fourth Manor Master, do you want to discuss swordplay?"

Dan Qingsheng was in high spirits: "Brother Ding and Brother Shi said that your swordsmanship is the best in the world. When I saw this inscription by Wen Zhengming, I couldn't wait for the wine to be served and wanted to discuss swordsmanship."

"Why not?"

"Okay!" Dan Qingsheng was overjoyed to hear Zhao Rong say so straightforwardly.

He shouted and stepped on the fence, then flew up to the roof of a house next to the pavilion and stepped into the snow.

Just from his light skill, one can tell that he is a great martial artist.

Everyone turned to look at Zhao Rong, wanting to see the young man's amazing swordsmanship.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly, and he jumped up from the spot, quickly crossed four meters, and climbed onto the roof lightly.

He didn't use the fence to gain leverage, so when he landed on the roof, the snow he stepped on was shallower than Dan Qingsheng's!
When this light skill was displayed, not only Tu Bi Weng and Hei Baizi, but even Huang Zhonggong was surprised.

Everyone was an expert, and they knew that this was more shocking than defeating the electric sword with one move.

"I was wrong. Zhao is so young, but I didn't expect he is one of the best masters in the world."

Huang Zhonggong shook his head and sighed, "Fourth brother, you should make the first move."

Dan Qingsheng held his sword and bowed, saying excitedly:

"Brother Zhao's skills are so profound, I'm sure your swordsmanship is astonishing."

"Although I will feast my eyes today, I dare not give in in the slightest. I'm sorry to offend you."

Zhao Rong drew his sword and said with a smile, "Since the fourth manor master is interested, you can use your sword to your heart's content."

The implication is that Dan Qingsheng should give it his all.

He has shown off a little bit of his skills, and no one thinks he is being overconfident.

When the people in Meizhuang saw Danqing making sword moves, they knew that he would not use the usual sword techniques such as "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun", "Spring Breeze and Willows" and "Jade Dragon Hanging Upside Down".

You have to show your real ability as soon as you arrive.

Dan Qingsheng stood still and concentrated his internal energy on the sword. He drew three circles with the sword before stepping forward to attack.

He swept his sword across, allowing Zhao Rong to see a magical scene. Danqingsheng was painted on the sword like a painting. The sword danced three circles and turned into three light circles, as if tangible objects condensed in the air.

These three light circles do not look as dazzling as the electric sword, but they are all formed by sword energy.

In an instant, the sharp sword energy overwhelmed the cold wind on the roof and came whistling!

The aperture was getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Rong puffed up his eyes and watched the sword move with the method of breaking the electric sword.

Dan Qingsheng's freehand sword energy is far more powerful than the one-word electric sword.

Although this sword energy did not actually kill anyone, it was very intimidating. At this time, with the wind and snow, it was difficult to see the subsequent sword movements clearly.

But this did not escape Zhao Rong's eyes.

As soon as Zhao Rong's sword came out, it immediately pierced through the sword energy and stabbed towards the sword body of the Fourth Manor Master, quickly and accurately!

Feeling the impact of the sword, Danqing tilted the sword slightly and launched an attack instantly.

He hurriedly gathered his true energy to fight against the sword, but the opponent's sword was getting faster and faster. He kept gathering his energy to parry, but he felt that the opponent's sword had no limit and he could not see the end!

Knowing that the other party had held back, he was surprised and delighted. The onlookers saw them moving their swords quickly, but it was difficult to see their moves clearly amidst the sword energy and the snowstorm.

The owners of the manors all knew that the fourth brother had already been defeated.

Then hear the sound of “Hah” again!
Danqingsheng's beard and moustache were stretched out, and the sword shone brightly. A green gas appeared on his face, which was a sign that the Qingbi Jue was running wildly!
His long sword danced out more than a dozen sword energy circles, large and small, all around his body!
This is the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, splashing ink and covering himself with hemp!
Dozens of moves are combined into one move, and then released freely.

With the full exertion of internal strength, the sword energy was like the wind that blew away the snow on the roof!
"bass!"

He swung his sword, and a huge wall of snow was lifted up from the roof and smashed forward.

However, in an instant, the snow wall was cut into countless small pieces before the young man's eyes, and in a split second it was unknown how many sword strikes he had made.

The four owners and guests of Meizhuang all saw the flying swords and were all shocked.

The green color on Dan Qingsheng's face was extremely deep green, and the Qingbi Jue internal energy that he had cultivated for nearly fifty years suddenly burst out!

He pushed the sword energy and waves he had created with one palm, blasting the shattered snow wall in front of the boy forward.

The Qiu Shui long sword first pierced through the snow curtain, and then used the Wanhua Sword Technique with internal strength far stronger than Dan Qingsheng's.

The Wanhua Sword Technique has changed greatly, and different flowers have bloomed in Zhao Rong's hands.

It was originally a defensive move to receive hidden weapons, but at this time the oncoming snow curtain became a hidden weapon, and he used it to draw a circle and leverage its force, circling in the air.

The west wind howls!

Dan Qingsheng's wind-force sword energy was incorporated into Zhao Rong's moves. At this moment, the sword danced like a snow dragon, the energy was whistling, and after circling twice, it actually changed the world!

The fourth village master drew his sword and slashed wildly, but was instead hit by the wind and waves of his own sword energy.

His eyes were blurred and he drew his sword to cut off the snow dragon!

However, it was difficult to generate follow-up strength, and the remaining force from this move shook the roof off!
"Fourth Manor Master!"

Shi Lingwei and Ding Jian shouted and rushed to the bottom to stabilize Dan Qingsheng.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The four owners cheered in unison, "It's truly the best in the world!"

Tu Bi Weng shouted, "I never thought I would meet such a wonderful person like Brother Zhao today."

"Happy, happy!"

He laughed heartily, and suddenly went to the wall and wrote calligraphy in large letters.

Zhao Rong jumped down from the roof. Dan Qingsheng sheathed his sword and walked up to him, hugging his shoulders enthusiastically.

"Brother, what great swordsmanship!"

"I boasted that I had seen many sword techniques in the world, and I was very proud of myself, but I didn't expect that I was still very ignorant."

They went up to the balcony again, and Zhao Rong said with a smile, "The fourth manor master's swordsmanship is also very wonderful."

"At first I thought the sword energy was taking shape, it was really scary."

"Eh~!"

Dan Qingsheng lost interest in his own moves, and said with a lingering feeling: "I used the ink-splashing and hemp-covered sword technique, using sword moves to express my feelings, but you, brother, actually used my sword power to knock me down."

"It is absolutely correct to say that it is the evolution of all things."

"Defeat me with my swordsmanship. Nothing in the world is more difficult than this."

Dan Qingsheng couldn't help but admire it. He picked up Zhao Rong's painting again and looked at the inscription on the side.

"Wonderful! The sword energy is like the Milky Way!"

"The sword is wonderful, the painting is wonderful!"

"Where's the wine! Where's the wine!"

He knew that the stewards were selecting the best wine, but he still couldn't help but urge them to come and shout from the high building: "Hurry up and bring the wine! Hurry up and bring the wine!"

Heibaizi said: "This is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

"The freehand sword defeats the freehand sword, splashing ink and covering hemp, giving him back the way he gave you."

He was sighing when Zhao Rong suddenly took out a chess manual with the words "Old Woman's Manual" written on it.

"Second Master, have you seen this score?"

Heibaizi glanced at it and took it politely.

He looked at the chessboard carefully. "This is..."

Zhao Rong's voice came slowly:
"Wang Jixin, a national Go player in the Tang Dynasty, once stayed at an old lady's house and heard the old lady and her daughter-in-law talking in bed, 'The night is long, and I can't sleep for a while, let's play a game of Go.'"

"There was no light in the room, so they just shouted 'Southeast nine, release one, East five, South twelve, release one, West eight, release one, South ten, release one."

"Wang Jixin kept hearing the old woman beat his wife, and secretly memorized the entire game.

The next day, I used the chessboard to demonstrate their moves again, and I found that their moves were full of clever moves and unique intentions, which are rarely seen in the world. "

Black and White opened the chess record, and he gradually could not hear what Zhao Rong said.

A chessboard, a black and white world.

The only sound in Heibaizi's ears was the clattering of the pieces falling, as if he had become Wang Jixin.

The "Old Woman's Book" in his hand seemed to have a voice, and the conversation between the old woman and her daughter-in-law kept echoing in his mind.

Seeing my second brother acting stupid and silly, and occasionally looking dazed and depressed.

Huang Zhonggong knew that this chess game was extremely complicated.

He looked at the young man, then at the young girl, with something in mind.

I wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the noisy footsteps.

Bald Pen Man finished writing the second post on the wall with great pleasure.

This is another best of his life!
"Dong dong~!"

The waiter at Meizhuang brought four large jars and a large barrel of wine.

"Brother, come and see my wine!"

Dan Qingsheng examined the five kinds of wine. With just one sniff, he knew they were treasures among treasures.

"This is Sanguotou Fenjiu, and this is Shaoxing Nuerhong."

"This is seventy-five-year-old Baicao wine!"

Dan Qingsheng pointed to the fourth jar and said, "This is even more rare monkey wine!"

"Do you know what kind of wine this last barrel is?"

Zhao Rong is not an expert in wine, but he can guess at this time: "It seems to be wine."

Dan Qingsheng was surprised: "Amazing!"

"My Turpan wine is sealed in a wooden barrel after being distilled and brewed four times, and you can actually smell it."

"Second brother, it's not too late to look at the score later."

"The wine has arrived. Let's drink this rare and delicious wine first!"

The wooden barrel was so old that it had turned black, with many Western characters written on it in crooked patterns. The wooden stopper was sealed with sealing wax, making it look extremely solemn.

The Four Friends from Jiangnan were reluctant to neglect their distinguished guests.

The black and white pieces put down the chess book temporarily, and Tu Bi Weng and Huang Zhong Gong both came closer.

Dan Qingsheng said as he unpacked the barrel:

"The wine from Turpan, which is distilled and brewed four times, loses its color and becomes more sour if it is moved more than once. Turpan is probably thousands of miles away from Hangzhou, but my wine has no sour taste at all."

He looked proud:
"It's because I used three sword techniques to exchange the secrets from the Western Region swordsman Mo Huaerche, and turned ten barrels of 120-year-old three-distilled three-brewed wine into four-distilled four-brewed wine!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this and were looking forward to this fine wine.

Hei Baizi praised: "Fourth brother, this wine is extremely rare."

"Of course. I stayed in the wine shop for twelve years and couldn't bear to drink."

"Two friends are here today, so this wine can't be kept!"

He was full of courage and courage, and picked up the wine barrel weighing a hundred pounds and prepared to pour the wine.

"slow!"

Tu Bi Weng interrupted him and said, "Fourth brother, there is a master here today."

"Brother Zhao is a man of great generosity. You have this fine wine, and since he can smell it, why don't you ask him how to drink it?"

"Right."

Dan Qingsheng put down the wine barrel and asked quickly, "Brother Zhao, do you have any advice?"

"The grape wine is in the luminous cup, and the pipa music is urging me to drink." Zhao Rong smiled and answered, "The grape wine is bright red, and when it is poured into the luminous cup, it looks like blood. Yue Wumu is thirsty for the blood of the Xiongnu. Isn't that magnificent?"

Upon hearing this, the four manor owners felt that it was very meaningful and applauded.

Dan Qingsheng paced anxiously again and again!

"What a pity! I don't have a luminous cup in my wine vessel!"

"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense!"

He slapped his hands and scratched his ears and cheeks in anxiety.

Zhao Rong glanced at Hei Baizi and said with a smile, "Don't worry."

"Fourth Master, please ask someone to fetch a basin of clean water and a candle."

Dan Qingsheng gave instructions quickly and someone immediately came with water and lighted candles.

"Brother Zhao, what's the use of this?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Zhao Rong smiled without answering and stretched out two fingers into the water.

Soon, the basin of clear water froze.

"Xuantian Finger!"

Hei Baizi let out a low cry, but then took a breath and shook his head, "No, this is not the Xuantian Finger."

Ren Yingying stared at the basin of ice and felt a chill flowing into her palms and all the way to her heart.

She glared at the boy without leaving a trace.

Tu Bi Weng sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Brother Zhao had such a special kind of true energy. I'm afraid that my second brother's Xuan Tian Finger doesn't have this kind of power. It's really shocking."

Huang Zhonggong looked at the young man, his old eyes were full of cloudiness.

He was full of doubts and could not imagine what kind of person could raise such a young man.

Dan Qingsheng laughed instead: "The best in the world naturally has the demeanor of a best in the world."

He looked at the ice and suddenly came to his senses.

"Excellent!"

As soon as he gave a loud praise, Zhao Rong had already drawn his sword.

For a moment, it was as if Mr. Gu was holding a carving knife, and with one sword after another, he carved out a luminous cup made of ice naturally!
Everyone was shocked and marveled at the sword skills just now.

Dan Qingsheng was in a daze when he suddenly heard the young man say with a smile, "Fourth Manor Master, please pour some wine!"

"Okay~!"

Dan Qingsheng held a large wooden barrel weighing over 100 pounds and poured the wine into a small ice glass, stopping when he emptied his mouth without spilling a drop.

Zhao Rong turned his head and stared at the candle.

Then he said to the slightly absent-minded girl beside him: "Cousin, draw your sword!"

When Ren Yingying saw his eye signal, she immediately understood what he meant. She suddenly drew her sword, cut off the burning candle head, and put it on the sword.

This sword was fast and accurate.

The four manor owners were surprised to find that the girl playing the piano was also a rare master!
In a flash, the girl held the sword in front of her, her eyes trembling under the sword light and flames.

She tilted her dagger slightly and used the blade to reflect the candlelight onto the ice cup, thus increasing the permeability of the ice cup and making the wine in the cup as red as blood!

There was a layer of flame in the wine, as if the blood was boiling, as if it was placed on the Flaming Mountain in Turpan.

The reflected sword light makes the wine more powerful!

Not to mention the four owners who were all surprised and sighed as they looked around, even Zu Qianqiu, the senior from the Wine Country, would be troubled and sigh when he came here.

The young man raised his cup to drink, and the girl moved the sword to create flames.

She almost fed the wine to her mouth.

Such a scene is destined to be unforgettable for her whole life.

Zhao Rong drank it in one gulp, his eyes sparkling, "It has traveled thousands of miles, but the taste is still not sour. There is something new in the old, and something old in the new. This is really a fine wine!"

With a "swish" sound, the girl handed the sword back, returned the candle to the candlestick, and sheathed the dagger.

“I admire you!”

Dan Qingsheng's gaze shifted from the dagger back to Zhao Rong, "I, Dan Qingsheng, love wine and swords, but after meeting Brother Zhao today, I realized that I am a frog in a well."

Huang Zhonggong shook his head and said, "My friend is a rare person in the world. Why should my fourth brother compare himself with him?"

"Hahaha, brother, you misunderstood."

"I was just too excited. I felt that although this wine is a treasure, it is not expensive enough. If it could be a few hundred years older, it would be worthy of Brother Zhao's generosity."

Zhao Rong said self-deprecatingly, "I don't have any magnanimity. Seniors, please don't laugh at me for showing off."

"Using an ice cup in the dead of winter makes the cold even colder, which is actually not beautiful."

"Hahaha!" Several manor owners laughed again.

No one cared about anything and sat around the stove, each with a full glass of wine, and each drank a glass first.

Huang Zhonggong was surprised by the young cousins ​​and was worried about many things. At this time, he was drunk and had no choice but to speak:
"You two young friends came to my village today. Do you have anything else to do besides visiting friends?"

The old man spoke sincerely: "It is a great honor for you to be looked up to by a strange man today. If there is anything that the Four Friends of Jiangnan can do, please feel free to ask for it."

"That's right!" The three owners of the manor also spoke one after another. They were not surprised by the eldest brother's words.

In the eyes of the four people, the cousin kept silent and only looked at her cousin with her beautiful eyes.

So they all looked at the boy.

Zhao Rong bowed to them. There was no need to hide anything further.
"It is true that I came to Plum Manor today to meet friends. But I have some mixed thoughts in my mind, and I am afraid that my four friends will laugh at me if I tell them out loud."

Dan Qingsheng urged again and again: "Brother, just tell me. If I can do something for my good friend, I will never frown."

Zhao Rong smiled at him and looked at Huang Zhonggong.

The head of the manor looked a little stern, thinking that it was directed at me.

"Did Master Fang Sheng say something to him, so he took my favors seriously?"

"Although I don't want to use Fang Zheng's favor, this young man is not a treacherous person. Even if I don't have Guangling San, if there is really an emergency, I should help."

His mind raced, thinking about how to write a letter to Master Fang Zheng.

Suddenly I heard the young man speak.

"Xiao Ke is obsessed with the secrets of martial arts, and really wants to see the Seven-String Invisible Sword of the Great Manor Master."

After hearing this, the four friends from Jiangnan were stunned.

"That's all?"

There was a look of surprise on Huang Zhonggong's face.

Zhao Rong bowed to Hei Baizi again and said, "I also have a book called 'The Book of Vomiting Blood', which is even more profound than the 'Book of Old Women' that the Second Manor Master just read."

"I have a special kind of true energy, and now my skills have reached the extreme, and it is difficult to make any progress. I want to see the skills of ice and other skills. I heard that the second owner of the manor also has a similar martial art, so I want to exchange it for a copy of the "Blood Vomiting Spectrum."

"I wonder what the two masters think?"

The four owners all understood.

Dan Qingsheng said: "Although the eldest brother does not resort to violence, if you want to see his seven-string invisible sword, he will definitely agree."

"That's right." Huang Zhonggong nodded immediately.

Dan Qingsheng frowned again and looked at Hei Baizi who was in a dilemma: "My second brother's Xuantian Finger is in trouble."

"Ah."

Huang Zhong said: "My friend, you don't know that this Xuantian Finger Kung Fu was not invented by my second brother. He is restricted by the rules and cannot pass this Kung Fu on to others."

"but."

The old man stared at Zhao Rong and smiled carefreely: "This Seven-String Invisible Sword was created by me, and no one else can dispute it."

"My friend, there is no need to be so polite. You can stay at Plum Manor for a few days."

"I will teach you all the Seven-String Invisible Sword."

Zhao Rong was delighted when he heard this. He had no knowledge of music and martial arts, and was not sure he could master it after receiving instruction.

After hearing what Huang Zhonggong said, he was very surprised.

"Thank you for your love, senior!"

"Xiao Ke is so greedy for this technique that he doesn't even want to say no."

Seeing how frank he was, Huang Zhonggong burst out laughing.

Now that he understood Zhao Rong's purpose, he no longer had any worries and drank a cup with him.

Heibaizi shook his head helplessly and gave him an apologetic look.

Xuantian Finger is a martial art from the Black Wood Cliff. Any spread of it is tantamount to apostasy.

The sadness on Zhao Rong's face disappeared in an instant and he was no longer troubled.

I noticed his mood swings and caught a hint of loss.

The girl at the side couldn't help but lower her eyes and pursed her thin lips to reveal a hint of a smile.
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