Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 165: Little Fox Fairy in the Mountain (8.446k)
At the beginning of the severe month, the cousins ​​from Suzhou bid farewell to the four friends from Jiangnan.

The four friends were so sincere that they kept him for one more day.

The cold weather in Bingyue was extremely severe, the sky was freezing, and the inkstone was frozen solid.

Danqingsheng splashed ink and painted a hemp-covered painting in the plum garden, titled "The Remaining Fragrance of Plum Blossoms" as a gift.

This is actually a farewell painting. In the painting, a young man stands in a plum forest with a carefree attitude. The so-called lingering fragrance of plum blossoms means that although the friend has gone, the lingering fragrance still remains.

Wine, swords, poetry and painting, expressing each other's artistic conception.

When Zhao Rong was about to say goodbye, Dan Qingsheng was the most reluctant.

"Brother, there is only one person in the world who can let me paint two paintings for you in such a short time."

In front of the gate of Meizhuang, Danqingsheng was wearing a plain Taoist robe with wide sleeves and a pattern of white cranes.

There is a little ink on the painting now, which shows that he could hardly pay attention to his surroundings and was fully immersed in it when painting.

Ren Yingying was also amazed at Dan Qingsheng's painting skills, but the young man had already put the scroll away, so she had no chance at all.

Zhao Rong bowed to Dan Qingsheng. Since he understood his intention, there was no need for further courtesy.

“I will treasure it.”

The fourth owner waved his sleeves and smiled: "It's no big deal. I'll paint for you next time you come."

The other three owners all smiled.

Tu Bi Weng looked regretful: "I thought that big brother's seven-string invisible sword could keep brother Zhao for a few more days, but I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."

The four friends from Jiangnan shared the same amazement in his words. No one could have imagined that the Invisible Sword could be learned so quickly.

Black and White held the copied chess manual in his hand and joked: "If Brother Zhao stayed for a few more days, you would be able to see more of Zhang Xu's original works, right?"

"Of course." Tu Bi Weng nodded as a matter of course.

Zhao Rong shook his head and smiled: "Then the Third Manor Master will not accept my gift."

Bald Pen Man waved his hand and said: "This calligraphy was given to you by Luo Binwang's descendants. It is very valuable. I am obsessed with this calligraphy, but I also know that it is not a friendly thing to take away someone's beloved."

"I can also look forward to it in Meizhuang. Brother Zhao, please bring this letter with you next time you come."

"Okay, not only bring the letter, but also play another song to encourage General Pei's poem."

"Hahaha, that couldn't be better." Upon hearing that, Tu Bi Weng's round and fat body shook with laughter.

Huang Zhong said: "It's less than a month before the New Year, and my friend wants to go back to his hometown to reunite with his family, so the four of us will not try to keep him here."

Zhao Rong bowed to them and said before leaving:
"When I return home at the end of the year, I will send someone to live in Lin'an permanently, and then I will visit my four friends and tell them where I live."

"If the owners of the manors are in danger, they can send someone to inform him, and he will immediately send a pigeon to inform me."

"I have a little reputation in the underworld, maybe I can solve some problems."

His voice was sincere and serious.

Although the Four Friends from Jiangnan felt that it was unnecessary, they felt warm in their hearts and did not refuse.

"The days are short and the weather is cold, I am sad to see you off, the mountains of Chu are endless and the road is long," Huang Zhonggong stroked his beard and sighed, "Take care on your journey, my friend."

Everyone bowed to each other, Zhao Rong said "take care", and then said:
"See you later."

"See you later, brother!"

Zhao Rong and Ren Yingying walked towards the bluestone avenue again, their figures blending into the plum forest, leaving only the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

"The plum blossoms on the river bank are not as good as the snow, I see you driving towards the south," Danqingsheng waved his sleeves, shook his head and chanted: "I don't need the coming of geese to hear from you, the white letter fell from the flying carriage in the clouds."

"Brother, I haven't felt this kind of love for a long time."

Dan Qingsheng stood beside Huang Zhonggong, and he smiled again: "Brother Zhao is truly a remarkable person in the world."

"Being friends with such a strange person is a great honor."

Huang Zhonggong nodded and smiled, "They are probably not from Gusu, and they don't look like cousins."

"Oh, how did you know that, brother?" Tu Bi Weng asked curiously.

"That girl is an excellent zither player. Since Mr. Zhao has time to copy Guangling San, how could his cousin not have time to study it?"

Huang Zhonggong's eyes were bright: "I guess this girl has only learned Guangling San not long ago, so she can't play all the music. It shows that they are not together for a long time."

"Although I noticed something strange, Mr. Zhao is very sincere. It is true that you want to be friends, and it is also true that you want to learn martial arts."

"If he is a disciple of a big sect and still knows our identities, it is very normal for him to come here under a pseudonym to avoid suspicion, so I won't point it out."

Black and White nodded:
"Although Brother Zhao is young, his skills are astonishing. I'm afraid the only one in our Sun Moon Sect who can defeat him is Sect Leader Dongfang. If he has any plans for the prisoners, we will find it difficult to stop him."

Dan Qingsheng smiled:
"Why think so much? I just feel sorry that Brother Zhao has been obsessed with my eldest brother's invisible sword these days and has rarely discussed swords and drank with me. I just hope he will come back soon so that we can get drunk together."

The three owners returned to the village with a smile.

They were full of sentiment, but they stayed in Meizhuang and did not dare to leave their post.

Dan Qingsheng stood in front of the corridor and looked at Merlin, while Yizi Dianjian and Wulu Shen were closing the red door.

Zhao Rong had previously presented him with a portrait of Mr. Wen. The painting was freehand and romantic, full of sword energy, and he liked it very much.

But he was unwilling to leave the boy in the painting in Meizhuang.

This is the same as when he spread the Ink-Splashing and Sackcloth-Piing Sword Technique.

He is approaching his sixties, and will eventually spend the rest of his life enjoying himself in Meizhuang. The person who walks out of Meizhuang with brilliant freehand brushwork is even more stunning than the person he imagined himself to be when he was young.

For Dan Qingsheng, this is also a brilliant picture of life.

"Fourth Manor Master."

Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei called out to him when they saw him standing there in a daze.

Dan Qingsheng smiled and said, "Let's go and have a drink."

……

After coming out of Meizhuang, Zhao Rong originally wanted to go boating on the West Lake and enjoy the snow on the Broken Bridge.

But considering that the end of the year was approaching and he had to go to Baiyao Valley to settle accounts, he didn't delay in Hangzhou.

From Hangzhou to Zhuji, he and Ren Yingying still traveled together.

When they reached the road near the mountain temple, the girl reined in her horse and stopped moving forward.

"Cousin, I have to leave now."

Zhao Rong laughed and rode away.

Ren Yingying was worried, and seeing him riding away without looking back, she shouted "Hey" to stop him.

"Yu."

Zhao Rong turned around again and said, "I have given you the Guangling Powder and the Blood Vomiting Formula."

"You don't still want those two paintings?"

Ren Yingying didn't respond, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what happened in Meizhuang?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Rong could tell that she had been keeping silent all the way.

"I can't hide what you said when you left Plum Manor," the girl frowned slightly, "Are you going to go against me again?"

"you think too much."

Ren Yingying snorted:
"Don't think I don't know. Look at how the Jiangnan Four Friends have joined forces with the Hengshan School, and asked me if they have taken the Three Corpses Brain Pill. They must be trying to trick them into going to Hengyang."

"You are such a good leader, always planning for the sect."

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't talk about this topic. He just said:

"I know the Four Friends of Jiangnan well, so it's normal to send someone to leave a contact. You don't have to worry too much."

"Look at you looking around in Plum Manor, and you seem to be familiar with the place. Maybe you want to find something in there."

"Anyway, this is your Sun Moon Sect's internal affairs. I have no business interfering. It's just that these friends are caught in the middle. I couldn't bear to see them suffer, so I left them a way out."

Hearing him say this, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

If this guy wants to help the four friends stop her from rescuing their father, it will be difficult to deal with.

Ren Yingying's mind was reverberating with his words, and she suddenly asked:

"If it's so easy for you to make friends, then are we friends?"

She looked up, and immediately her beautiful face was filled with gloom, and the slightest expectation in her eyes was completely extinguished.

Zhao Rong shook his head decisively, with a serious face:
"We are certainly not friends."

"The Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Sun Moon Sect are mortal enemies. I am the next generation leader of Hengshan. How can I be friends with the Saint of the Demon Sect?"

"If Master Zuo knew about this, he would definitely contact Shaolin and Wudang to come to our door together and shout slogans about exterminating the traitors to the righteous path."

The more he spoke, the colder the girl's face became, and even her breathing became more rapid.

Suddenly, the boy in front of her changed his serious face and laughed again:
"I have never known any Saint of the Demon Cult, but my relationship with my cousin Gusu is very good."

"I'm impressed by my cousin's zither skills. The tune of Guangling's spears and swords is still ringing in my ears. I heard that my cousin also has a mysterious and magical technique called Xuantian Finger. I really want to see it for myself."

After hearing these two sentences, the thick frost on the girl's face melted away.

That suppressed smile was mixed with shame and anger. She jumped off the horse, picked up a snowball from the side of the road, and threw it on the butt of the horse that Zhao Rong was sitting on.

She used so much force that the horse howled in pain and galloped forward.

Soon, the young man rode his horse far away.

Seeing that he disappeared without even turning his head, the girl kicked the snow piles on the side of the road, making them dance wildly in the air. She cursed softly, with a slight smile on her face.

She looked back and rode eastward.

……

Zhao Rong went all the way south from Zhuji and headed straight for Lishui, Chuzhou.

I was thinking about going home and there was no delay on the way.

It’s almost the end of the year, and it’s time to collect the accounts with Baiyaomen.

The poisonous bees are good, and the bee wine is also good. I hope the leaders of Baiyaomen are sensible and generous people.

He arrived in Wushang from Zhuji in one day.

After resting for a night, he didn't feel like going out to see Luo He.

They continued their journey early the next morning, but because the road was muddy and the snow had melted, the horses could not run very fast.

Two days later in the evening, I stepped into the setting sun that was shining over Yongkang City.

The locals also speak Wu dialect, but it's the Jinqu dialect.

The way the local people speak is quite different from that in Zhuji, and Zhao Rong has difficulty understanding them.

"Sir, please come in!"

As they approached the inn, a waiter in a cotton-padded jacket came up to greet them with a smile. When he saw Zhao Rong nod and come into the store, he immediately asked the waiter outside to lead the horse into the shed.

The inn was bustling with people, and it was extremely lively during dinner time.

Martial artists, traveling merchants, and city residents all put on more clothes as the weather has been cold and the north wind has been strong.

Only those strong warriors who had trained their muscles wore shorts, revealing their bronze skin.

Such people are the most heroic in the inn and can drink at least three bowls of wine in one breath.

The waiter cleared an empty table, and Zhao Rong ordered a roast chicken, a plate of turnips, a serving of green tofu, and plenty of rice according to the bamboo sign behind the shopkeeper.

The kitchen prepared the food very quickly and within a short time he was eating at the second row table by the window.

"Recently, a great hero passed by Changshan. He eliminated bandits and thieves along the way, and even Quzhou was brought to peace."

"It is said that he was not very old, but he rode alone, dressed in green, and traveled a thousand miles to eliminate the thieves."

The person who was speaking was wearing a fairy peach scarf. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, but his dark face made him look very old.

At this time, he was drinking and gossiping with the people at the same table, and his expression was very rich.

"You just know?"

The big man sitting at the same table wearing a translucent square scarf was very surprised.

The dark, thin man said, "I just came back from Fuzhou, and I heard about it from others on the way."

The big man laughed proudly and said, "The bandits near Quzhou were killed and scattered. When they fled, someone shouted "Sword God."

"Sword God?" The thin man muttered. This title is rare in the martial arts world. He immediately realized, "Could it be the one from Hengyang?"

The other middle-aged man with a red cap and a mustache at the same table smiled and nodded, then said slowly:
"That must be Xiaoxiang Sword God."

"Among all the righteous sects in the world, this one is the one that hates evil the most. It is said that eighteen gangsters died in Quzhou in one night, all killed with one move."

"amazing!"

"The people in Jinhua and Quzhou are so happy that they want to ask the Hengyang guy to make two more trips."

The three of them clinked their glasses with laughter.

These big shots are quite far away from those at the bottom of the society, but gossip is a wonderful accompaniment to their drinking.

"When people in the martial arts world talk about the man named Black Wood Cliff, they are terrified. But when they talk about Xiaoxiang Sword God, everyone is full of praise. Recently, many people have imitated his dress and walked around the martial arts world, which shows how much everyone admires him."

The middle-aged man with a red cap and a mustache pointed forward and said with a smile:

"Look, isn't there one over there?"

The two people sitting at the same table looked over and saw a young man in blue sitting alone with a sword on his back.

The three of them clinked their glasses again and smiled as they wanted to say something.

But they all looked in the direction of the young man for some unknown reason, feeling doubtful.

唏.
They took a breath and looked at the boy as if they felt that he was different from the people around him, but they couldn't tell how.

Maybe it's because he is too handsome and too eye-catching.

Suddenly, the young man turned his head to look at them, and the three of them looked away.

They had just had a glass of wine and hadn't even eaten any snacks when they raised their heads again.

This time it was not just them, many people in the inn looked up, and those on the second floor of the inn even stood by the fence to watch the fun!

"Fuck you, little brat, you're courting death."

"Ouch~!"

After a voice with a western Sichuan accent, there was a "bang" sound, followed by wailing and the sound of a bench being knocked over.

The man who was knocked to the ground was quite strong. He rolled over, holding his stomach like a shrimp, with cold sweat on his face, and he was afraid and angry.

His clothes had a big tear on them, he smelled like iron furnace fire, and there was sand and dust in his hair. He was obviously a local iron foundry worker in Yongkang who was responsible for starting the furnace, casting, and removing sand.

"Gentlemen, you are mistaken. I have never stolen anything from you."

He was beaten into the inn, and some martial artists around him stood up and looked at the door with frowns on their faces.

The waiter wanted to ask these rude guests to leave, but the ones at the door were all carrying long swords and had scary expressions.

They had white cloth wrapped around their heads, wore green robes and earless hemp shoes.

"Junior brother, but what about this mixed-haired dog?"

Ma Xiangshen, a Qingcheng disciple who was in charge of monitoring the Zhejiang branch of the Fuwei Escort Agency, was the local leader, but at this moment he showed respect to the person who was asking the question.

"Brother Luo, I took a look at that man the night before last, and his figure and appearance are very similar to his."

Luo Renjie nodded upon hearing this and stared at the man fiercely, "Don't play dumb. Tell me what your intentions are as soon as possible, otherwise I will use very cruel means to deal with you."

Yu Renhao, who was standing by, saw that some people around wanted to stand up and speak up for justice, so he immediately drew his sword and stabbed the person they were questioning.

There were screams in the inn, and someone shouted "Stop!"

Soon the sounds stopped. Yu Renhao's Songfeng sword technique was vigorous and light, piercing the man's clothes into strips but not hurting him.

On the one hand, he wanted to force this person to use martial arts, and on the other hand, he wanted to intimidate the surrounding villains.

As expected, when this Songfeng sword technique is used, those who meddle in other people's affairs will have to think twice before doing anything about it.

Songfeng Temple of Qingcheng Sect is a tyrant in western Sichuan. There are six Qingcheng disciples here, and they are not people that ordinary people in the martial arts world can afford to provoke.

The man was so frightened that he stepped back. How could he know any martial arts?

"Master, I have been working as a blacksmith with my master. Maybe there are thieves who look like me, but I have never seen you, and I dare not steal anything."

"Then why did you run away when you saw us?"

"I was afraid, so I ran away."

Yu Renhao's face turned cold as he realized that this person didn't know martial arts.

Since he didn't find the real culprit, he felt like there was a thorn in his heart that hadn't been removed, so he naturally felt resentful.

Luo Renjie, who did not take any action at the side, did the same as him, cursing and kicking again.

He held back his strength so as not to kick the man to death, but he also wanted to vent his anger.

The blacksmith fell backwards and was about to knock over a table and a chair, when suddenly someone pushed him from behind, and his body was suddenly stabilized in mid-air, as if leaning against a wall.

But a hand lifted him up.

He looked up and saw the young man in blue sitting on a bench. He wanted to thank him, but before he could say anything, the six men had already approached him.

"Ge Laozi really has an accomplice."

"You little brat, you stole our things, didn't you?"

Luo Renjie yelled and cursed, and everyone in the inn heard it.

But the young man in blue calmly picked up the food, as if he didn't hear what he said at all.

In an instant, Qingcheng's fourth talent was enraged.

"court death!"

Luo Renjie drew his sword to vent his anger. Seeing that the opponent was carrying a sword at his side, he seemed to be extraordinary, so he did not try to test the opponent's moves, but only used ruthlessness.

Songfeng swordsmanship is as strong as pine and as fast as wind. This sword is faster than Yu Renhao's previous swords.

"careful!"

Many martial artists in the inn could not bear to watch and shouted to remind people, while others picked up their weapons and prepared to go forward to help.

"Ah~!!"

A scream was heard throughout the inn.

The fourth show of Qingcheng fell to the ground with his long sword, and he hurriedly hugged his right hand with his left hand, and was so scared that he took several steps back and knocked over the table and chairs. Blood dripped down his face and he was full of pain!
The people around were stunned and couldn't figure out what was going on.

The young man in blue clothes slapped the table lightly, and several wooden chopsticks flew out of the chopstick cage on the table. Then his eyes blurred and he heard several whooshing sounds!

"Ahh~!!"

The screams were endless, and the remaining five disciples, including the third most talented disciple in Qingcheng, all hugged their shoulders and wailed.

The wooden chopsticks were like flying knives, embedding into their flesh!
Luo Renjie, who had offended with his sword, suffered the most. He was covered in blood and his palm was pierced by the chopsticks.

The noisy inn became quiet almost in an instant.

Master!

There was no need to talk about his superb internal strength and eyesight, this was a rare master whose movements they couldn't even see!

Some well-informed people looked at the blue-clothed young man's attire and just a guess made them blush with excitement in an instant.

"you"

Yu Renhao kept saying “you——” for a long time. He was used to being arrogant and rude, and instinctively wanted to say something harsh.

But the pain in his shoulder at this moment was so frightening that he didn't even dare to say anything harsh.

"Who are you?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice when he asked.

Everyone saw that the young man in blue was still eating his food and didn't bother to respond to what they said.

The Qingcheng disciples felt hatred and fear at the same time when they saw this, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Luo Renjie, who was the most seriously injured, did not dare to say a word.

They signaled to each other and slowly retreated outside the inn.

"Wait a minute"

The extremely young voice made several people feel uneasy, as if they were cast under a spell and they dared not move at the sound.

"What did you lose?"

Yu Renhao's face changed when he heard this. He had already guessed the young man's identity by looking at the handsome face.

Fearing that he would get involved in this matter, he opened his mouth and said:

"Some gold and silver were lost."

Hearing this, the young man was silent for a few seconds and suddenly looked outside the inn.

at this time
The Qingcheng disciples saw that the crowd watching the show outside the inn suddenly became chaotic, and a thin man squeezed out madly and ran towards the crowded place.

This man's lightness skill is so high that he is not even inferior to their master Yu Canghai!
At this time, the young man in blue pointed outside the inn and said, "The thief has already run away. You guys hit the wrong person. Do you want to just leave?"

When the Qingcheng disciples heard him say this, they felt a chill in their backs and stared outside the inn.

He didn't even realize he was being secretly targeted by such a master!
Three of them were sensible enough to take out several ingots of silver.

He compensated the blacksmith, compensated the inn for its losses, and also paid for the meal.

The six Qingcheng disciples fled the inn in great worry. They were pointed at and talked about along the way. Passers-by laughed at them and scolded them, but they never looked back.

"Thank you heroes for saving me!"

The blacksmith shouted tremblingly, and everyone saw that the young man in blue suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on the blacksmith's waist and back, and his body, which had been bent like a shrimp, straightened up again.

The man took a breath of cool air, and the pain in his waist and abdomen was greatly relieved.

He knelt down excitedly to express his gratitude. The young man in blue supported him, then put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked out of the inn.

Everyone quickly made way for him and saluted him along the way, as if even one more look at him would be a great gain.

The shopkeeper laughed and shouted, "Hello, hero~!"

The waiter also shouted, "Send the hero!"

When the figure in green disappeared from the inn, the inexplicable aura of suppression was gone, and the entire inn was like a pot of boiling water.

"Then could that be?!!"

The dark-skinned, old man and his two companions who had been discussing this earlier all had interesting expressions on their faces. All three of them slammed their hands on the table and shouted, "It's Xiaoxiang Sword God!"

The middle-aged man with a red cap and a mustache shouted in pain:
"I am blind! I was just talking about this person, but I didn't expect that I couldn't recognize him right in front of me. This is really embarrassing for our Zhejiang martial arts community!"

He shouted and drank three bowls of wine in a row.

The big man wearing a translucent square scarf was delighted: "We are sitting and drinking with Xiaoxiang Sword God, what a great opportunity!"

"Last time, one of my buddies said that he met the Taoist Master Songwen of the Emei Sect who was hunting down the Heavenly King, and he boasted about it."

"Hahaha, even the head of the Emei sect, Master Jin Guang, is nothing compared to this man."

"Not bad!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache also laughed and said, "If the king of heaven dared to run away half a cup of tea slower when he met the Xiaoxiang Sword God, he would be considered brave, hahaha!"

Some people were delighted and praised: "I have always heard that this hero is full of righteousness. Today I see that he is indeed so!"

"It's a pity that those people have poor skills and are not worthy of Master Zhao's sword. What a pity~!"

The strong man shouted "regret", then picked up the jar of wine and drank it all.

A person next to him consoled him: "Hey, brother, you don't have to be like this."

"How can such a common person be worthy of the swordsman Zhao? It would take at least eight elders of the Demon Sect and eighteen bandits to barely catch a glimpse of the sword light of the hero Zhao."

"..."

The inn was bustling with people from outside who had heard the rumors constantly pouring in.

The innkeeper was heartbroken. He made a lot of money today, but he hated that the wine he prepared was not enough.

"Shopkeeper, the green grass rot is gone too."

Hearing the waiter's words, the shopkeeper frowned:
"Don't call it green grass fu anymore. Let's call it sword god fu. The sword god said it was delicious after eating it. Do you hear me?"

……

"Ah~!"

In a courtyard, Luo Renjie pulled out the wooden chopsticks in his hand with the help of his fellow disciples.

Yu Renhao and others also had white cloth wrapped around their shoulders, smelling of plaster.

"Why is this person here?"

"Damn it, I'll remember this grudge."

"The people of Hengshan Sect are really abominable."

"We'll settle the score with him after we learn the real sword technique to ward off evil spirits!"

They cursed loudly in a Sichuan accent, and Yu Renhao asked, "Could it be that the expert outside the inn really stole the sword moves?"

"It's very likely that he was spotted by Yan Cheng while spying outside."

Luo Renjie also wrapped the wound medicine on his hand, took a breath and said: "Those evil-repelling sword moves are just fancy tricks of the Fuwei Escort Agency. What's the point of stealing such a master back?"

"Could it be."

Luo Renjie's expression changed: "Could it be that this person has also set his sights on the Exorcist Sword Technique?!"

"This is not good. We didn't notice him in the dark." Yu Renhao felt a chill all over his body. "Isn't this the same as us secretly keeping an eye on the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

"Report to the Master immediately!"

After they discussed it, they sent a letter by carrier pigeon at night.

This year, they no longer have to return to Songfeng Temple like in previous years.

The master is already prepared to take action and will accept Lin Zhennan's gift this year. At this time, he just needs to keep a close eye on the movements of the Zhejiang Fuwei Branch.

……

West of Yongkang City.

In a small building blending into the streets, a thin man was horrified as he recounted the news he had heard today.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

There were two men in black standing next to the thin man, each with a cold gleam in their eyes.

"Can't be wrong."

The thin man gritted his teeth and said, "He killed my master. Even if he turned into ashes, I would recognize him!"

Hearing the anger in his words, an old voice immediately soothed him:

"We are also very sad about Brother Baiban's death, but right now we only have the strength of the three of us."

There is no need to say anything discouraging afterwards.

Another man in black said sharply:

"This kid is extremely cunning. He spotted you today. Even if he didn't chase you, he would still be suspicious. Let's take a few days off. We must not let him trace the matter back to the Fuwei Escort Agency."

"Once this guy gets involved, it will be extremely troublesome."

"good."

As soon as one person finished speaking, the other person suddenly drew his sword and performed a set of sword techniques in the yard.

His internal strength was strong, and at this moment, it flowed through his sword, and his sword movements were swift and powerful.

If Lin Zhennan saw this, he would exclaim that it was magical.

But the swordsman in the courtyard frowned, his face full of suspicion: "This sword move is mediocre, far inferior to our swordsmanship."

"How can these moves defeat Chang Qingzi?"

The thin man also said, "I don't see anything strange either."

The slightly older voice sounded again: "The more this happens, the weirder it gets."

"This means that these sword moves are definitely just fake, the real stuff is not here."

"Not bad!"

"Junior Brother Zhong and Senior Brother Ding have already arrived in Fuzhou. I hope they can achieve something."

At this point, another man in black snorted coldly:
"Xiang Wentian has attracted people from both the good and evil sects to come to Fuzhou. Even people from the Beggars' Sect, Kunlun Sect, Kongtong Sect, and Emei Sect have come. At this critical juncture, we cannot allow any problems to occur because of these people."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Zuo has already explained it."

"We won't take action unless we choose a good time. If we do take action, we will do it with lightning speed. Senior Brother Ding and the others will never cause any trouble during this year."

"it is good."

……

Zhao Rong rested in Yongkang for one night and entered Chuzhou Prefecture the next day.

On the way, he was slightly delayed by two groups of bandits, but Jinyun was not far from Yongkang, so he entered the city before sunset.

Walk south for another day and you will reach Lishui.

He could already smell the scent of the herbs from Baiyaomen.

At the city gate, Zhao Rong slowed down the horse by pulling the reins, still thinking about the strange things that happened yesterday.

Judging from the expressions of those people from Qingcheng Sect, it doesn't seem as simple as losing gold and silver.

There are also experts watching them in secret.

Wood peak?
Obviously not.

His mind was racing, and he suddenly remembered what Master Fang Sheng had mentioned about the Shaolin Temple in Putian.

Both the Qingcheng Sect and the Secret Records of Zen Master Hongye are related to the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Thinking of this, he immediately stopped his horse.

wrong!

If the people who set fire to the Shaolin Temple in Putian were targeting the Qingcheng Sect, doesn't that mean they have already discovered the secret of Monk Du Yuan?

This possibility exists.

The power is greater than that of Qingcheng Sect, and they dare to mess around in Putian Shaolin Temple.
Zhao Rong went over all the forces in his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly, and finally locked onto Shengguan Peak of Taishi Mountain.

Is that you? Master Zuo
He kept thinking from the perspective of Alliance Leader Zuo, imagining the situation of the Songshan Sect at that time.

The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes.

Compared with Zuo Lengchan, Yu Canghai is just a small fry.

If Master Zuo understood the true meaning of life, it would not be a good thing.

Zhao Rong thought about the actions of the Qingcheng Sect at this time, and Yu Canghai must have not taken action yet.

If it is really the Songshan Sect that is eyeing the Qingcheng Sect, it means that they do not know where the sword manual is for the time being and dare not act rashly.

This makes sense, but I still feel something is not right.

So, as soon as he entered the city, he went to a bookstore.

He paid to borrow pen and ink to write a letter, which was then handed over to a messenger and sent to Fuzhou.

First give Lin Zhennan a subtle reminder so that he won't be caught off guard.

After sending the letter, I felt relieved and found a Yuelai Inn in the city to stay at.

In the evening, after dinner, Zhao Rong sat cross-legged in the room to practice martial arts, continuing his research on turning the invisible into the visible.

This is a profound subject that consumes a lot of energy.

An oil lamp was lit in the room.

It was late at night, approaching the hour of Hai.

suddenly
A gust of cold winter wind blew into the courtyard of Yuelai Inn, and the leaves rustled!
Along with the noise, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

The person who came was quite skilled in Qing Kung Fu and was an expert.

However, this could not escape Zhao Rong's ears.

The footsteps were extremely light, as light as the cautious steps of a wild cat.

Zhao Rong thought of the martial arts skills of the two assassins from Baiyaomen and couldn't help but sneer.

He stretched out his hand, and the wind from his palm extinguished the lights in the room.

In the darkness, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, heading towards him.

Judging from the tricks of Baiyaomen, the next thing will be a puff of smoke.

Zhao Rong stared at the window, waiting for the window paper to be torn.

Master Zhu, you really deserve to die.

He was judging the Baiyao Sect in his mind, when suddenly...
There was a strange noise near the window.

Then a thin and soft girl's voice was heard.

But he asked Zhao Rong through the window:
"Young Master, were you reading by candlelight just now?"

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then responded, "I'm tired of watching, and I'm just about to take a rest."

The female voice said "hmm" for a moment, then continued:

"In the dead of night, reading alone feels lonely and cold."

Her voice was thin and quite gentle: "Sir, I am very warm, can I come in and read with you?"

Zhao Rong smiled and asked as he reached for the tinderbox, "Are you a fox spirit?"

"Bah~!"

The girl said in a coquettish voice that was enough to make one's bones go limp: "What vixen? Your words are really unpleasant to the ear. I am the fox fairy in the mountains."

"Are you afraid of fox spirits, sir?"

Zhao Rong smiled even more and didn't answer her.

He blew into the tinder to light the oil lamp, held the lamp in one hand and opened the window with the other.

When the light came on, a charming and pretty face danced in the light, and she winked at him mischievously and charmingly.

The girl approached the window, and the fragrance of grass and flowers was as faint as spring.

She slowly moved closer, exhaled lightly, and blew out the lamp in Zhao Rong's hand.

"Good brother, don't light the lamp"

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