Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 167: Pine Wind in the Valleys! (8.199k)
The leaders of the Baiyao Sect led the way.

The dumb old woman and Elder Shi Gongyin led their disciples to follow them. The charcoal seller who had been carrying the pheasant on a stick and pulling the charcoal donkey was now pulling the reins to lead the horse.

As ruthless as they were when they assassinated Zhao Rong on the Bee Wine Carriage, they were just as miserable now.

Those friends and helpers of Baiyaomen now became witnesses.

All the talk about setting the right banquet and satisfying people's opinions are just empty talk.

I haven’t entered the Medicine Valley yet.

Xiaoxiang Sword God swung his sword casually, and Baiyaomen felt invincible.

So the Hongmen Banquet was gone, and only the accompanying drinking party remained.

The inside and outside of the medicine valley are not much different. There are bamboo fences and thatched huts lined up in the medicine garden, and some wooden houses embedded in the valley wall with stone steps. There are traces of knives and axes, which show that a rift was expanded to its current size.

Zhao Rong dismounted and stepped onto the floating bridge with Lan Meizi one after the other. The stream was flowing with a gurgling sound, creating a cold mist. The emerald green herbs were shrouded in the mist, and the fragrance of medicine was everywhere.

Although the scenery is not as good as that of Meizhuang in West Lake, it is also a good place.

Zhu Lingxian, the head of Baiyao, led Zhao Rong into the lobby, where the tableware had been laid out ten days ago.

There are women in pink holding incense burners in the east, west, south and north respectively. This means that the guests are very noble.

According to the Baiyao Sect's plan, the square incense burner might also light four flower and four grass incense. The flowers and plants are non-toxic, but when mixed together they are highly toxic. Now that the Five Poisons Sect Leader has taken this thing out in front of him, it seems like a disgrace.

Coupled with the shock of the sword, the people in all four incense burners were lit with calming incense and no longer dared to do anything fishy.

The leaders have not yet led the people to the chief seat.
Suddenly, the young man in green clothes said, "Masters, please go to the inner hall of your valley."

It was not a negotiating tone, so Zhu Lingxian had no choice but to do as he was told.

Zhao Rong looked around and had no good feelings towards those people from the martial arts world who sided with Baiyaomen. He didn't want to drink with them, nor did he want to waste time on greeting them.

Baiyao Pavilion is the heart of Baiyaomen, and further ahead is the Bee Garden.

Ordinary people would stop here.

The four most important people in Baiyao Sect are the sect leaders, the charcoal seller, the mute old woman, and Shi Gongyin. They can decide all major events in the sect.

The noise stopped and Zhao Rong's expression calmed down. He sat in the main seat and asked directly without beating around the bush:
"Are you sincere in wanting to resolve the grievances with me?"

Upon hearing this, the four people from Baiyaomen all stood up from their seats and bowed:

"We, the Baiyao Sect, are sincere and only ask for the Master Zhao's forgiveness."

The charcoal seller said, "I had no choice but to offend at Sanshi Shop that day. The Blackwood Cliff gave the order and the Hundred Medicine Sect had no choice but to follow it."

The dumb old woman spoke in a hoarse voice and acted pitiful. "If you are so kind, I would rather stay in the Medicine Valley for the rest of my life. Wouldn't it be fun to raise bees, grow herbs, and brew wine?"

The two old Taoist priests of Baiyao are ruthless, but they don't look like this when they draw their swords to kill.

"You were also given medicine by Heimuya?"

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, the expressions of the four people changed, and the faces of the leaders were no longer as rosy.

They looked at each other, some breathing heavily while others sighed and nodded.

"The Hundred Medicine Sect is one of the best poison-using sects in the martial arts world. Since they are well versed in pharmacology, how come they have no way to deal with the Three Corpses Brain Pill?"

Zhu Lingxian heard the voice and argued: "If it is poisoning, we still have a way. This pill is a Gu insect, not a poison."

He glanced at the Miao girl and said:

"The Five Immortals Sect, where Master Lan is, knows how to trap insects and raise Gu. Unfortunately, my sect does not have this inheritance. The Master gave me the antidote and I had to swallow it on the spot. I can't bring it down from Blackwood Cliff."

"Even if we take down Blackwood Cliff, we don't have the courage to study the Gu Pill."

After saying this, Zhu Lingxian bowed to Zhao Rong again and said, "If we don't follow your orders, the chief will hold us accountable on the Dragon Boat Festival next year, and we will immediately become chickens to warn monkeys and die tragically on the cliff."

"Every year, people die from poisonous insects. No matter how many times I've seen such scenes, I can't get numb to them. I'm afraid it will happen to me."

He was about to complain, but Zhao Rong interrupted him:

"You ate the Gu Dan while working for Blackwood Cliff, and it was your own fault. No matter what the reason is, you killed my disciples and it is a life-and-death feud."

The four of them did not refute when they heard this.

Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face: "If it weren't for the fact that Baiyaomen had some difficulties, I would have come to them with my sword to avenge my grudge. Why would I bother to say so much?"

The four of them felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this.

Zhu Lingxian has seen the situation clearly: "Master Zhao, just speak up. We will never frown at what we can come up with."

Zhao Rong's expression relaxed slightly.

He looked at the charcoal seller and the dumb old woman: "You two's swordsmanship is nothing special, but your Qinggong is pretty good."

The two elders cursed inwardly when they heard this, and said reluctantly:

"This light skill is called Flying Swallow Water-Crossing Power. It was created by a senior in the sect a hundred years ago."

Feiyan's water-skipping power?
Zhao Rong became interested: "Which meridian does it run along?"

"The Foot Yangming Meridian."

"How many major acupoints should be repaired?"

The dumb old woman answered fluently: "There are seven major acupoints from Nei Ting to Bi Guan."

There are also seven major acupoints. No wonder he was able to run so fast.

He was just thinking about it in his mind when Zhu Lingxian said, "It is a shame that no one in our sect can practice this light skill to the extreme. Master Zhao has extraordinary talent. Why don't you take this light skill back and study it? Maybe you can shine."

Get on the road.

A smile appeared on Zhao Rong's face, and he praised it.

Lan Fenghuang found him quite amusing while the four members of Baiyaomen shouted "shameless" in their hearts.

"Your bee wine is really good."

How could Zhu Lingxian not understand?
"There are still thirty jars of honey wine in the valley, all of which are treasures. I will immediately send twenty jars to Hengyang."

"I'll send you new wine next time."

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head: "It's too troublesome. I want the recipe for brewing wine."

The charcoal seller frowned:
"My dear hero, it is useless for you to have the recipe. If you don't have the ability to raise giant tiger venomous bees, even if you have the recipe, it will be useless."

"What's so difficult about this?"

"Show me your beekeeping skills. I can raise bees myself."

Seeing Zhao Rong's nonchalant manner, the charcoal seller's eyes widened. "The poisonous bees can only be cultivated with many herbs and flowers to have miraculous effects. Ordinary people can feed the bees but cannot make bee wine."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly: "This is a troublesome matter. There are very few people in our sect who know how to grow herbs."

The blue girl smiled and said:
"Everyone in our sect knows about flowers and medicine. I will send a few people to listen to the prince's orders. You can find someone to learn from them. Then ask Baiyaomen to send a few old herbal farmers to bring their grass seeds, medicinal seeds and flower seeds. First build a herbal garden, and then build a bee garden for beekeepers to raise bees. The bee wine is much easier to brew than the five treasures nectar wine I taught you."

"Great." Zhao Rong smiled.

What a joke!
All the sect leaders, Elder Shi and Elder Baiyao cursed in their hearts.

You two impudent fellows, why don’t you move my Baiyao Valley to Hengshan!

Just as they were about to speak, Xiaoxiang Sword God instantly stopped smiling and scanned their faces with narrowed eyes:
"How many of you have strong opinions?"

The four of them looked at Zhao Rong, then at the Miao girl.

He can’t be beaten, and he can’t be poisoned enough.

Several people were afraid that Gu Dan would obey Heimu Ya's orders. They had little backbone to begin with, and their hearts were bleeding, but they did not have the courage to object.

The various sect leaders felt empty in their hearts and their bodies felt heavy on the chairs.

"Whatever Mr. Zhao wants, Baiyaomen will satisfy him. We only hope that the grudges here will be resolved."

Zhao Rong smiled with satisfaction:
"If you can really deliver on your promise, then you are sincere. I am not a grudge bearer. Who wants to bear too much grudges in the martial arts world? I will feel relieved if I get rid of it."

"I have another question. How old are the masters?"

His slightly old voice was at odds with his fair, ruddy, lively face.

Zhu Lingxian said: "I am over fifty years old, and in three years it will be the Jiazi year."

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but think of Sect Leader Yue who had the secret to maintaining his youthful appearance.

"What kind of internal skills have the various sect leaders cultivated?"

Zhu Lingxian gave a bitter smile and said, "The inner strength of our sect is the Grass Ash Skill, which is nothing special."

He saw Zhao Rong's confusion, so he took out a small porcelain jar.

Although the porcelain jar is sealed, it still exudes the fragrance of flowers.

When I opened the lid, I saw a golden, sticky, transparent substance that looked like honey but was different.

"This is tiger honey paste. Most honey is collected from medicinal flowers. Although this honey paste has some anti-aging effects, it is also quite toxic."

He rolled up his wide sleeves to reveal his right hand, and a black line could be clearly seen from the palm to the hole.

The leaders exerted a little force and the black line moved forward to the fingertips, and the entire nail turned into the color of bamboo leaves.

"This Sad Green Poison Finger is made from the poison of the honey paste. This method is quite dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. I am the only one in our sect who can practice this skill."

He is worthy of being the leader of a sect.

Zhao Rong lost interest when he saw his poisonous finger, as he thought it was some powerful internal skill.

but
He saw Lan Mei's eyes flickering as she stared at the honey cream, and immediately understood what she meant: "Do you have any more of this honey cream?"

"Have."

The leaders presented him with a porcelain jar and told him the secret method of making the honey paste.

Then take out what Zhao Rong wanted.

The relevant herbal books were all copied. Zhao Rong had no objection. These were not collectibles, and the copies were enough.

He doesn't have any knowledge in this area, but A-mei is an expert.

With her in charge, Baiyaomen would never dare to play any tricks.

Zhao Rong was satisfied, and only then was he in the mood to sit down and have a banquet with Zhu Lingxian and the other three.

There are various dishes and the wine is honey wine.

Zhu Lingxian felt empty inside, so he stood up and took over Elder Shi's job to pour wine for Zhao Rong.

Not to mention looking at Zhejiang Province, even looking at the whole world, there are not many people who can make him pour wine and toast. Besides, everyone knows that he is a master of poison, so no one dares to drink wine in front of him.

Zhu Lingxian saw the young man drink it in one gulp. Although he was extremely angry with him, he also admired him a little.

He just showed off his impressive poison skills.

The other party showed no fear.

What made Elder Baiyao and Elder Shi look a little dazed was.
The leaders of their own sects poured wine for him, and after the young man in green finished drinking it, the leader of the Five Poison Sect also poured wine with a smile, and the young man in green drank it all in one gulp with a smile.

These two are the most skilled in the use of poison in the world.

Who dares to drink the wine given by the leader of this sect like this?

It is true that he cursed and rebuked in his heart, but his courage still inspired respect.

How many people in the world can recreate this legendary scene?

This is Xiaoxiang Sword God.

The two elders Baiyao sighed inwardly, feeling that after a lifetime of wandering around the martial arts world and assassinating people, they still had little experience.

There was also a banquet outside, but no one knew what happened inside.

Before the sun set, the disciples of Baiyaomen all breathed a sigh of relief. They saw the sect leader and the elders escort that person to the gate of the Medicine Valley.

They came on horses and rode away on horses.

No matter what the cost, this is the best outcome in their minds.

"Gulu gulu."

Xu Zhiqiu, the eldest disciple of the Baiyao Sect's masters, drank a large bowl of Baicao wine in one gulp and stared absentmindedly at the place where the figure disappeared in front of the valley.

He was the lucky one who was the closest to being struck by the sword energy when he stepped forward to deliver the letter.

He will never forget that sword in his life.

……

"Finally sent him away."

Shi Gongyin wiped the sweat from his forehead in front of Baiyao Valley. "This kid is really hateful but very difficult to provoke. I think he is a petty person. In the future, you must restrain your disciples and don't make enemies with Hengshan Sect when you meet them outside."

The charcoal seller said, "We have almost lost all our wealth."

"That's better than being erased from the martial arts world. He has killed more masters in Songtao Pavilion than all of us combined," the mute old woman said with half of the sword in her sleeve exposed. Her wrinkled hands touched the cold sword with surprise in her eyes.

"I've only heard that Qi can hurt people, and that the invisible sword Qi is probably just a bluff. But his sword Qi has substance, which is incredible."

The leaders looked at the direction where the horse was going away, "I have read an ancient book before. It is said that there was a Yizi Huijian Sect hundreds of years ago. The sword skills can be transformed into sword energy when they are mastered."

"But those things happened hundreds of years ago and we don't know whether they are true or not. This Xiaoxiang Sword God really deserves the title. He can be called the Sword God for his miraculous swordsmanship."

He sighed: "My Baiyao Sect cannot afford to offend him now, and even more so in the future."

"We should do our best to fulfill his requests meticulously, and perhaps leave a little legacy for the younger generations of our sect."

After all, the leader has a longer-term vision.

The four of them watched on the roadside for a while and then returned to the valley. They couldn't leave the invited friends alone, so after seeing off the King of Hell, they called for help from their companions to avoid disappointing others.

the other side.

Zhao Rong and Lan Fenghuang entered Lishui City and found an inn in the north of the city to stay so that they could continue their journey tomorrow.

In the evening, we had sesame seed cakes that were brought here from Jinyun, as well as local fish head soup and meat soup. The people in the inn's kitchen were all from Lishui and spoke an authentic Chuzhou dialect that was so authentic that I could hardly understand them.

But this does not affect the deliciousness of the meal.

It was already dark when they had this meal.

Zhao Rong booked two rooms upstairs. After washing up, he went to bed early.

It is nearly two thousand miles from Lishui to Hengyang. He has to speed up and keep traveling all the way to get back to Hengyang before the end of the year.

He doesn't have to worry about the sect's affairs for the time being, but he had made a promise before, and he doesn't want to break his word.

Later in the night, he lay in bed and planned the route in his mind.

Soon, footsteps were heard approaching from outside, and then the window was pushed open and a graceful figure jumped in lightly.

After a creaking sound, there was no other noise except the sound of footsteps.

The difference from last night was that Zhao Rong was the one who fell asleep on the bed first.

His quilt was opened, and his chest was bumped. He smelled a fragrance that was slightly different from yesterday.

Zhao Rong sniffed hard, and besides the scent of the girl, there was
"Did you use that bee balm?"

"Hmm," this soft "hmm" seemed to touch Zhao Rong's heart, because Girl Lan was pressed against his chest.

"I didn't expect that Baiyaomen would have such good things." Her words were full of joy.

"Isn't that poisonous?"

"I'm not afraid of this little bit of poison," she said with a smile, "It is said that some martial arts masters have the ability to keep their youth. You will definitely be one of them in the future. Although I have drunk a lot of precious wine, the effect of the immortal sect's pharmacology on keeping youth is not very good. The leaders are very good. That poisonous bee is really good. We should raise more of them."

"When we get to Kuaiji Mountain, share this bee cream with your good friend, and she will stop taking it out on you."

The appearance of the various sect leaders flashed through Zhao Rong’s mind again, and they were indeed far from their ages.

For women, this poisonous bee balm is extremely tempting.

"After the New Year comes, come down from Kuaiji Mountain and find me in Hengyang."

"I would have gone even if you hadn't told me. It's a pity that Sister Tao Bai has been following me. She will definitely say bad things about me to the elders when she returns this time. Next time before I leave the ancient village, I will definitely drug her to make her faint."

After she finished speaking, she rubbed her lips against his chest again, like a well-behaved little kitten.

"You have to travel tomorrow morning, go to sleep."

There was reluctance in her gentle voice, and she tightened her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.

Only the strong and slightly rapid heartbeat could make her feel at ease.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Rong felt his arms lighten and he opened his eyes immediately.

A nimble figure flashed by, and a creaking sound was heard. The blue girl had already gone out of the room through the window.

She was reluctant to leave, but she was lively and straightforward, knowing that they would meet again someday so she was not shy. The Miao girl who climbed out the window did not leave immediately. The window paper on the half-open window pressed against her hair. She held her chin with both hands, staring at Zhao Rong with a charming look.

She woke up earlier and was more energetic than Zhao Rong.

As if she saw a trace of attachment on the face of a certain sword god, the girl's laughter like a silver bell rang out.

"Good brother, how is my witchcraft?"

"What kind of Gu?" Zhao Rong asked with a smile.

"Of course it's the love poison from my Miaojiang Ancient Village."

She blinked her eyes and said playfully in a soul-stirring way: "What a powerful Xiaoxiang Sword God, he actually developed sword energy."

"The sword is so sharp, you must be careful and never cut off the thread of love."

Zhao Rong smiled and warned again: "Be careful on the road."

"You too."

After she finished speaking, she closed the window, and Zhao Rong heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Only the lingering fragrance remains in the room.

He naturally felt a little disappointed and looked towards the window a few more times.

suddenly
A burst of hurried footsteps came, the window was opened, and the disappeared person came back.

"Good brother, wait for me in Yancheng."

She just shouted once, and without giving Zhao Rong a chance to reply, she ran away smiling.

Zhao Rong hummed, then he perked up and started packing his things.

He put away his sword and packed his bag, and after a while he was leading his horse in the stable below the inn.

I bought some dry food and carried it with me. After leaving the north of the city, I headed west.

He urged his horse to gallop straight to Hengyang
……

As the twelfth lunar month deepens, the weather becomes colder.

On the Shengguan Peak of Mount Taishi, the pavilions are hidden from each other, and from afar you can see only one color from eight windows.

It turned out that the sky was covered with snow, and another heavy snow covered the extremely high mountains, making the whole mountain cold and frosty. Even though the west wind howled, it could not bring out the slightest bit of green in this white world.

It's the end of the year again.

The Songshan Sect's ancestor worship ceremony this year was not grand. Zuo Lengchan led several fellow disciples and stood in the back mountain.

There was a layer of snow on their shoulders, robes and heads, showing that they had been here for a long time.

"呲呲呲"

Another cup of hot wine was poured on the cenotaph of the great Yin-Yang master Lehou.

There are more and more tombstones of Songshan Taibao.

Deputy head Tang Ying'e stood beside Zuo Lengchan and handed a scroll to him.

Zuo Lengchan unfolded it and saw that it was a portrait of a young man.

The only young man in the world who could make Alliance Leader Zuo pay attention to was the one in Hengyang.

Tang Ying'e frowned tightly: "His skills are increasing so fast, I'm afraid..."

He glanced at Senior Brother Zuo and didn't say anything else.

Leader Zuo smiled coldly, "I'm afraid I'm not his match either."

"Xiaoxiang Sword God, my Five Mountains Sword Sect has produced an extraordinary figure. He has talent and means. Mo Da is really lucky."

Tang Ying'e said: "He has such a high level of swordsmanship, I'm afraid it has exceeded the scope of Hengshan School's swordsmanship."

"I heard that when this guy killed the leader of the Demonic Church, he asked the leader whether he had ever realized the true meaning of life."

"Isn't this the same as Dongfang Bubai's words?"

"Does it mean that even masters like these need to know the meaning of the four words 'The Mystery of Life' before they can set foot here?"

When Tang Ying'e said this, he felt very itchy in his heart. He also wanted to know what the meaning of life was.
"The truth of life. The truth of life!"

Zuo Lengchan muttered twice in succession, suddenly threw the scroll in his hand away, drew his sword and chopped the scroll into pieces.

If my cousin from Gusu were here, she would definitely express her admiration. Even she only cut the edges. After all, it was Alliance Leader Zuo who was more ruthless, and every sword he swung was aimed at the portrait.

In the past, Zuo Lengchan mostly used a broadsword, his sword techniques were wide open and close, and his sword power was extremely powerful.

At this time he was holding a thin sword.

What he just used was the Lin family's evil-repelling sword technique!

If Lin Zhennan were here, he would be extremely shocked. He would never believe that the Exorcism Sword Technique could be so powerful!

It turned out that after Alliance Leader Zuo obtained the sword moves of the Qingcheng Sect, he used his master-level sword skills to deduce and improve them in the direction of Dongfang Bubai, which led to this change.

"Brother, your swordsmanship has improved again!"

Although this was just an ordinary set of sword moves, Tang Ying'e did not dare to underestimate it at all.

When it comes to the secrets, the eight inner and nine outer routes of his Songshan School combined are far from enough. This is the upper limit of the gap.

Even if you practice Songshan swordsmanship to perfection, you cannot become the best in the world.

This ordinary sword technique actually works!

Zuo Lengchan frowned and stared at the sword in deep thought: "The changes in this sword move are indeed somewhat mysterious."

"Oh?!" Tang Ying'e was shocked.

"Whether it's the Lin family or the Qingcheng Sect, they only practiced the form, and the method of releasing strength and moving qi is absolutely wrong."

He let out a long breath, but just a few sword moves made Zuo Lengchan's internal breathing unstable.

"I use all my strength to force it. The faster the Qi flows through the acupoints, the faster the internal force surges, and the more it matches this sword technique."

Zuo Lengchan paced in the snow: "If it is Dongfang Bubai who is here, he will be as powerful as thunder and lightning, far beyond my ability to match."

"visible."

"This move must be extremely fast!"

He looked at Tang Ying'e and said, "Neither the Songyang Jue and Junji Gong of my Songshan School have such an effect."

"I guess the secret lies in the inner strength. No matter how thoroughly you practice this technique, it will be meaningless if you don't gain the inner strength."

His eyes were grim: "The more this is the case, the more I believe that the Lin family must have a sword manual."

Tang Ying'e took a breath of cold air, his heart burning with anger: "Brother, why do you think so?"

"The Lin family's escort business has always been going smoothly, and there has been no news of their family being robbed or robbed. Lin Zhennan is only the third generation, so how could this set of sword moves and internal skills be lost?"

"There must be a big secret that made them hide the sword manual."

Zuo Lengchan asked again at this point: "Has any news been sent back from Fuzhou?"

"It's still the same. Nothing was found."

Tang Ying'e said:

"According to Senior Brother's instructions, Senior Brother Ding and his team found out where the Lin family's old house is located. It's in Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou. They searched it several times but found nothing."

"The disciples of Qingcheng Sect would return to Songfeng Temple in previous years. This year, they stayed in various places and did not return to western Sichuan."

"It looks like Yu Canghai is about to take action."

Zuo Lengchan nodded slightly:
"After the Lantern Festival, I will go south. This is related to the rise and fall of our sect, so I must take action personally. I want to see how the Lin family can escape my clutches."

"Junior brother, you take care of the affairs of Songshan. If Wudang and Shaolin ask, just say I'm in seclusion."

"it is good."

Tang Ying'e mentioned again: "Feng Buping went down the mountain and said he wanted to go back to Zhongtiao Mountain to have a look."

Zuo Lengchan was not moved at all after hearing the news. He had no time to care about Feng Buping at the moment.

Dongfang in the north, Zhaorong in the south.

These two are the real problems. Only by understanding the profound meaning of life can you join the ranks of top masters and sit firmly on the top!

……

On the Black Wood Cliff in Pingding Prefecture.

The boudoir, filled with the scent of cosmetics, was dotted with flowers. The pearl curtains and brocade drapes slowly parted, revealing a dazzling figure of extremely red color.

"Brother Lian, you are here~~!"

The voice was so strange but full of joy.

Steward Yang, with a full beard and a very strong appearance, sat safely on a stool embroidered with peony flowers. He casually threw a scroll to Dongfang Bubai.

"Aren't you curious about the guy who has become famous recently? He looks like this."

"Oh?"

Dongfang Bubai put his sleeves on the scroll, smiled at Lian Di and opened the scroll.

"Is this the Xiaoxiang Sword God?"

"Well, that's him."

The young man in the scroll was dressed in blue, with an imposing and handsome appearance. He was truly a rare handsome young man in the world.

Dongfang Bubai took a look and immediately showed contempt, throwing the scroll far away without any interest in it:

"I thought he was such a handsome young man, but he seems ordinary to me. He is far inferior to my brother Lian."

Yang Lianting stroked his curly beard and smiled proudly, "You finally have some vision. How can this kid compare with me?"

"But this kid has been causing me trouble lately."

"Brother Lian, do you want me to kill him? Although I disdain to attack a junior, if he keeps making you unhappy, then he deserves to die."

Yang Lianting frowned and waved his hand:
"The last time you took action, people outside were on guard against you. Shaolin, Wudang, and Songshan were watching you all the time. If you go down the cliff alone, you might be besieged. This kid is quite capable, and he's far away from us, so there's no need to let you take risks."

"Besides, if you are asked to do everything, then wouldn't all the people in the sect be useless?"

Hearing the concern he expressed in her words, the enchanting, dazzling red shadow's face was filled with joy, and she laughed happily, and suddenly there was a gust of wind in the boudoir.

Others would probably be frightened to death if they saw this, but Yang Lianting had long been accustomed to joining in the laughter.

The two of you are in love with each other and have a happy New Year.

……

A heavy snowfall in the Central Plains in December naturally affected Yanjin.

now
The snow in the plum forest is pure white, but the blood plum trees there are no longer there.

A yellow-faced man stood alone in the plum grove, holding a sword, staring at the tombstone of Wudang Taoist Lingxu.

The next moment he drew his sword, and the wind howled in Merlin.

One hundred and eight styles of violent wind sword!

It’s Feng Buping!
During the time he was lurking in the Songshan Sect, he finally got a glimpse of some secrets and gradually guessed what the Songshan Sect had been doing recently.

Fuzhou, Fuwei Escort Agency!

When he heard this word, as a person with a keen eye, he could naturally deduce a series of invisible and inaudible secrets.

"Ding Mian, Lu Bai, Fei Bin and others have all gone down the mountain!"

"Humph, the Songshan Sect is really going to fight to the death."

"That guy has already become the Xiaoxiang Sword God. The Five Mountains Sword Sect has sent out such a man. If Zuo Lengchan doesn't fight, he will just die in Songshan."

"For the Fuwei Escort Agency, it can only be the Exorcist Sword Technique."

"Zuo Lengchan's interest in this sword technique must be related to the true meaning of life."

Feng Buping's face was grim: "With so many experts coming down from Songshan, I definitely can't compete with them all by myself."

Some thoughts came to his mind and frightened him.

But
"Now that I am alone, what do I have to be afraid of?"

For a moment, he thought of Jian Zong's embarrassing descent from the mountain, his seclusion in Zhongtiao Mountain for twenty-three years, the tragic deaths of his two junior brothers, and Yue Buqun holding Ning Zhongze and occupying Yunv Peak.
Then I thought that the Wind Sword I created was not enough.
Pain, all pain!
All kinds of pain gathered together, Feng Buping's yellow face was full of hideousness, and he couldn't help but roar to the sky!
"Okay, I will let this world feel my pain!"

"Since I can't do it alone, I'll just mess up the world!"

"Once the martial arts world is in chaos, I will have a chance."

……

At Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng Mountain in western Sichuan, Yu Canghai looks at a scroll painting in his hand.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed three times, extremely proud, and said in a Sichuan accent:
"As I expected, Lin Zhennan has sent me another gift. Let's make the Lin family happy this New Year."

Hou Renying smiled greedily:
"Master, we have brought up all the gifts from the foot of the mountain. From the small, we can see that Lin Zhennan's family is very wealthy. We are going to get rich."

The short Taoist spread out the scroll and said, "I received this painting a month ago. He understood my intention and must have given it to me as a gift."

When Hou Renying took a look at it, he felt that this ink painting was vigorous, ancient and majestic.

He didn't understand painting, but he recognized the words on it: Picture of Pine Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys.

Yu Canghai said:

"This Li Tang is one of the Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty. Lin Zhennan gave the "Pine Wind in Myriad Valleys" to my Songfeng Temple. He was really thoughtful. As a teacher, I will leave his body intact for respect."

The Qingcheng disciples burst into laughter.

"Master is so kind. If Lin Zhennan knew, he would be so grateful."

"Hahaha!"

Yu Canghai took out a letter and said, "Send the letter to the Lin family, and then send it to the disciples in various places. We will start preparing immediately."

"This time we must strike with one strike and hit the target. We can't drag our feet."

"Yes, Master!"

……

Fuzhou, Fuwei Escort Agency.

In the hall, Lin Zhennan, with a smile on his face, was waving the pipe in his hand and hitting the shoulder of a handsome young man.

This young man was naturally his son Lin Pingzhi.

The move he used was the 26th move of the Exorcism Sword Technique, "Falling Meteor". Lin Pingzhi followed his father's instructions and fought back with the 46th move, "Flower Blooms and Buddha Appears".

After using seven or eight moves, Lin Zhennan looked very satisfied. He tapped his pipe and sat back in his armchair.

"Ping'er used these moves quite well, but the power was far from enough."

Mrs. Wang hugged her son and said, "What's wrong with your strength?"

"Ping'er is so filial, why would he use all his strength when fighting his own father?"

Lin Pingzhi called out "Mom" affectionately, and then said with a smile: "Dad has a smile on his face all day long, so there must be something good going on."

Mrs. Wang felt sorry for her son and didn't want to keep him in suspense.

"Your father is a business geek. He has always tried to please the Qingcheng Sect. I didn't expect that he would be able to do it this time."

"Hahaha."

Lin Zhennan smiled and said, "Master Yu accepted my painting of Thousand Valleys and Pine Wind. He will definitely not refuse this New Year's gift."

"Ping'er, this is what they call hard work pays off!"

Before Lin Pingzhi could say anything, he turned his head and looked outside the hall.

The famous Dayuan horse that his grandmother gave him neighed again.
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