Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 168 Open your eyes and see the world (8.244k)
The west wind was howling, and the green flag on top of the stone pole of the Fuwei Escort Agency was fluttering.

For some reason, the famous Dayuan horse neighed again.

Lin Pingzhi was very fond of this white horse. He looked towards the stable when he heard the noise. "Why is this horse neighing when there is no one around? I hope it has some strange disease."

"There's nothing to worry about."

"Didn't your grandfather mention that the horse was kidnapped by thieves, so he was alert? Although it is a good horse, it was produced in the Western Regions, which is thousands of miles away from Fuzhou. Even people would not be able to adapt to the local climate, let alone horses?"

Lin Zhennan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I think it's fine."

Mrs. Wang pulled her son to sit down, and the three of them chatted about the escort business and the Qingcheng Sect in western Sichuan. Lin Zhennan was mainly teaching his son about his experience in the underworld.

What is the difference between blessing and power? Blessing is above and power is below. Blessing is more important than power.

Make more friends and fewer enemies.

Lin Zhennan's achievements in running the escort agency surpassed those of the previous two generations, and now he is inevitably a little complacent.

Lin Pingzhi was somewhat indignant: "Although Qingcheng Sect is a famous sect, Fuwei Escort Agency and my father are also well-known. Master Yu is too arrogant."

Lin Zhennan is an expert when it comes to business.

But when it comes to the affairs of the underworld, he, as a bodyguard, has a narrow vision and was originally not clear about his own abilities.

but
At this time, Lin Zhennan frowned slightly after hearing his son's words, and then shook his head.

"Ping'er, you don't know that Master Yu is the head of a sect and his skills are far beyond what father can achieve."

Lin Pingzhi was obviously stunned. He didn't expect his father to say this. This was completely different from the common sense he had learned from his father.

Lin Zhennan said: "I witnessed a battle near Shoushan some time ago. I realized that I was just looking at the world from a narrow perspective. The masters of the martial arts world are not as simple as I imagined before."

Lin Pingzhi was not panicked, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

Lin Zhennan tapped his pipe, stood up and paced in the hall.

Be able to get out of the narrow-mindedness and open your eyes to the world
He wanted to thank someone, and even shouted "Xiang teacher".

"That day when I went to Shoushan to visit a medicine dealer friend, I happened to encounter a big fight in the underworld. Dad witnessed it with his own eyes."

Lin Zhennan's Adam's apple rolled, and he met his son's excited gaze and said, "I saw a man in white kick a horse weighing hundreds of pounds with his left foot, and the horse flew up into the air!"

"This man in white was surrounded by hundreds of people but he was able to handle it with ease, often killing enemies with one move. I couldn't even see the chain knife he swung out."

"Ah!" Lin Pingzhi stood up suddenly after hearing this, and was greatly shocked.

"Are those hundreds of people all mediocre?"

Lin Zhennan showed a trace of horror:
"On the contrary, there was no mediocre person who dared to attack. I saw a rude monk wielding a Zen staff that weighed at least 60 to 70 kilograms, but he made a loud noise while swinging it. Even such a master was stabbed in the heart by the man in white at close range."

"There are 84 escorts in our escort agency, including escort masters and escort leaders, and each of them has their own tricks. At first, I thought that if they gathered together, they could intimidate all the forces in the martial arts world. Now it seems that even if they run into the white-clothed man, even if they run into the masters around them, they will probably be killed."

He sighed and taught, "That's why I always teach you to make more friends, don't do evil things, and don't fight with others."

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath and Mrs. Wang patted him on the back.

After hearing Lin Zhennan's last words, he nodded and asked, "Dad, do you know who that man in white is?"

"His name is Xiang Wentian, and he is known as the King of Heaven," Lin Zhennan exclaimed, "This is a top martial arts master, his skills are truly astonishing."

He kicked away a horse weighing several hundred kilograms with one kick. Hundreds of people were besieging him, and he killed a terrifying monk holding a Zen staff weighing sixty or seventy kilograms with one move.
You are the Lord of Heaven!

These information kept churning in Lin Pingzhi's mind, making it impossible for him to calm down his rapid breathing.

Mrs. Wang had also heard about this war in the past two days, and couldn't help asking, "Have you found out why Xiang Wentian came to Fuzhou?"

"From Yanping Prefecture to Fuzhou Prefecture, I have never heard of so many masters gathered at once since I moved to Ximen Street."

Lin Zhennan stroked his beard and paused for a moment:

"It is said that this king of heaven fled to Fuzhou from the border of Yuanzhou and Hengzhou. He offended a powerful and untouchable person there, so he had to hide in the coastal area."

"If that person chases us, Xiang Wentian will probably have to flee far out to sea."

After hearing this, not only Lin Pingzhi widened his eyes, but even Mrs. Wang also had a look of surprise on her face.

"Dad, who is that powerful person that even the king of heaven has to flee for his life?"

Lin Zhennan looked towards Yancheng with a complicated expression: "That is the Xiaoxiang Sword God from the Hengshan School of the Five Mountains Sword Sects who is stationed in Yancheng."

"Xiaoxiang Sword God?!"

"Well, he is probably one of the best people in the world."

When Mrs. Wang heard this title, she sighed silently in her heart. Although such people are remarkable, the connection between them is just some gossip.

However, for a young boy of Lin Pingzhi's age, he could not be as calm as his parents.

The few words that Lin Zhennan extended from the Qingcheng Sect almost overturned his understanding of martial arts masters. He didn't expect that the world is so vast and there are such powerful people.

His heart was filled with excitement and he was full of longing.

The King of Heaven is extremely powerful. Who would have thought that such a person had to escape all the way from Hengzhou Prefecture just because he provoked the God of Sword.

So what kind of style is this Xiaoxiang Sword God?
When Lin Zhennan saw the expressions of his wife and son, he had something to say.

Is this person in Yancheng the same person I met in Le'an?
That's unlikely, the gap is too big.

Lin Zhennan shook his head secretly, and didn't say anything he was unsure of. If he made a mistake, wouldn't it be an offense to this top master?

Sichuan has two major sects, Qingcheng and Emei. Although they are not as good as Wudang and Shaolin, they seem to be on par with the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

With this understanding, Yu Canghai, the leader of the sect, became much more important in their eyes than before.

A family of three was talking in the hall when suddenly hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Oh, Master Lai is dead!"

It is very unlucky to hear this exclamation at the end of the year.

Lin Zhennan and his wife, as well as Lin Pingzhi, all stood up and went outside to greet them. There was a lot of noise in the escort agency. They saw two people carrying a door panel covered with a layer of white cloth.

"what happened?"

Lin Zhennan asked a question and without waiting for the people below to answer, he lifted the white cloth to check his breath, and found that he was indeed dead.

"Master Lai was fine this morning. How come he died suddenly today when he went to visit a friend?"

Shi Biaotou frowned:
"To answer the chief escort's question, I went out to ask around and heard that Escort Lai met a familiar messenger near the post station, who told him that there was a letter from our Fuwei Escort Agency for him to pass on. Escort Lai died on his way back, just over there in the alley on East Street."

"What about the letter?"

"did not find."

Lin Zhennan examined Master Lai's body several times but could not find any wounds.

"I don't know how Escort Lai died. There is no wound on his body. I wonder if Escort Lai had some strange disease and died of it?"

Shi Biaotou showed a puzzled look.

Lin Zhennan did not deny his words. After checking again, he asked Master Lai about various details of today.

It is really puzzling that a bodyguard who could eat and drink well and was in good health suddenly died of illness without any warning.

As Shi Biaotou was talking to Lin Zhennan, he was checking, and finally he noticed something strange.

The area between the sixth and seventh thoracic vertebrae on Master Lai’s back collapsed!
Ok?
Lin Zhennan touched it carefully, and although he remained calm on the surface, he was actually shocked in his heart.

This. This is Lingtai acupoint.

There are signs of being clicked.

But this is an ordinary Du meridian acupoint. Logically speaking, it would not kill the person even if you pressed it with all your strength. When you opened Master Lai's eyes, you could see that his pupils were dilated and his lips were bluish purple.

It looks like death from suffocation.

Lingtai acupoint is also known as the bottom of the lung. Lin Zhennan was even more shocked when he thought of something.

"Are there any recent news about the Shoushan gang?"

"Have."

Shi Biaotou said: "I heard that they fought all the way to Taizhou Prefecture and lured out some of the Japanese pirates who were hiding."

"Yes," Lin Zhennan nodded, "Fuzhou has been in turmoil lately, so everyone should travel together and avoid causing trouble."

He also instructed about the follow-up compensation and burial matters.

Everyone has seen many dead bodies while traveling far and wide. Lin Zhennan handled things calmly and the escort agency was peaceful. However, it was unlucky for someone to die during the New Year.

After the crowd dispersed, both Mrs. Wang and Lin Pingzhi noticed that he looked unhappy.

"Master Lai must have died at the hands of a martial arts expert. This acupuncture technique is far beyond my imagination."

Madam Wang didn't dwell on how Escort Lai died: "Could it be that he was targeting my Lin family?"

Lin Pingzhi said angrily: "If he is really that powerful, why would he kill people secretly? If he is a hero, he should fight head-on with swords."

Lin Zhennan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll ask the messenger first to see where the letter came from."

Mrs. Wang shouted, "I'll go with you."

She rushed into the inner room and took the family heirloom golden sword. This sword technique came from her father, Golden Sword Wang Yuanba, and her skills were much better than those of ordinary escort leaders.

Lin Pingzhi was quite courageous and also called out to follow.

Lin Zhennan was worried about leaving him alone at home, so he called three or five good men and headed towards the post station before the sun went down.

Little did they know that their team was walking in front.

There were three people following behind him.

These three people seem to be aboveboard and don't have much to hide.

But whenever Lin Zhennan looked back carefully, they disappeared like ghosts. No matter how cautious the Lin family members were, they could not even see the corner of their clothes.

"Brother, are we alerting the enemy by doing this?"

"It doesn't matter."

The man who spoke was tall and fat, his eyes fixed on the Lin family members at the post station: "It's a pity that they didn't go to the Lin family's ancestral home."

"Lin Zhennan must know where the sword manual is. If we really can't find it, then we can just kill someone every once in a while. If we don't put any pressure on him, how can he have the motivation to get the sword manual?"

Zhong Zhen smiled when he heard the sound. He still had a corpse under his arm.

It was a Qingcheng disciple who had followed the Lin family. "These people from the Qingcheng Sect are really looking for death. I think Yu Canghai is also a waste. After investigating for such a long time, he only got a set of sword moves."

The Grand Guardian Ding Mian said: "If they are not a problem, leave them alone for now. If they are a problem, kill them all."

"Xiang Wentian is in Fuzhou Prefecture. He killed them all with a chain knife. He is not afraid of taking more lives."

"Yes, this is all the work of the Demon Cult."

Zhong Zhen sneered, then suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Who sent that letter?"

"This person is really careful. He didn't even leave his name."

"Old friend from Le'an?"

Ding Mian said, "He must be a friend of Lin Zhennan, and he accidentally discovered some news. He is very smart, and he probably guessed that the letter might not fall into Lin Zhennan's hands. He was afraid of getting into trouble, so he hid his identity."

"It must be those idiots from the Qingcheng Sect who gave themselves away."

"But the Lin family has been closely watched by us, and this person coming here will just kill himself."

In the evening, three masters, Ding Mian, Zhong Zhen and Bu Chen, "escorted" the Lin family back to the escort agency.

Then he asked the others to keep an eye on them while they went to Xiangyang Lane after dark.

This is a secret place. Even in Fuzhou, few people know that the Lin family's old house is here.

The Qingcheng Sect has been secretly investigating for a long time but has never come here.

The Songshan Guardians had great powers and it didn't take them long to find the old house.

Knowing that Lin Yuantu was originally a monk, the people from Songshan Sect naturally started their investigation from the Buddhist temple in the old house.

There are many martial arts schools in Fuzhou these days.

People from the Demonic Cult, Kunlun, Kongtong, Emei, and the Beggars' Sect were all there, but they didn't dare to make too much noise.

Every night they would come here to move out all the things, whether it was a futon, a wooden fish or Buddhist scriptures, all would be taken back to the Songshan Sect’s headquarters in Fuzhou.

Then study it slowly.

The Buddhist scriptures in the temple would first be compared with the purchased ones. If there were no strange typos, they would be soaked in water, roasted over fire, rubbed with oil, and all kinds of methods would be used.

As long as the sword manual is inside, there is no way you can escape the search of the Songshan School.

Ding Mian saw a portrait of Bodhidharma hanging on the wall.

Monk Du Yuan must have had great respect for Patriarch Bodhidharma. Ding Mian was shocked when he saw that Patriarch Bodhidharma in the portrait seemed to be making a sword gesture.

Could it be that the Sword Manual of Exorcism is in this portrait? !
His eyes narrowed.

suddenly
The three of them looked outside the old house and heard hurried footsteps.

Ding Mian decisively took down the portrait, rolled it up and put it in his arms.

The Buddhist temple was very large. They turned off the lights and listened to the hurried footsteps running away. They were not coming towards them.

But after a while.

There was a rapid sound of clattering; more people were coming!
These people actually stopped in front of the old house.

“Swish~!”

The door of the Lin family's old house was tightly closed, and two figures climbed over the wall into the yard.

Master!

Hearing the noise outside, Ding Mian and others took advantage of their familiarity with the route to sneak away from behind the Buddhist temple, and lay on a courtyard wall to watch, wanting to see where these people came from.

"Damn it! The traitor who tipped off Xiang Wentian ran away so fast. I don't know where he is in the blink of an eye."

"Xiang Wentian is really good at scheming. He led us to make a detour towards Taizhou Prefecture, and then rushed into the Japanese pirate camp, taking advantage of the chaos to head towards Fuzhou. Humph, it's not that easy to get rid of us!"

Another old voice sounded:

"Thanks to Brother Sun for making arrangements in advance and leaving people to spy and guard along the way, otherwise it would be a serious crime to lose Xiang Wentian."

"That's right." Another voice echoed.

Sun Zhongqing, the head of Xuanwu Hall, smiled in front of a lantern. Next to him were the two elders Shi and Wu from Zijin Hall and Tianfeng Hall.

"The chief has arranged a group of experts to go south again. This time Xiang Wentian will definitely die. We just need to tail him and hold him back. Don't attack forcefully, lest he become desperate and do something desperate."

"Those so-called famous and upright people are scrambling to become famous. It's just right for them to go and die."

"We have been spreading the word to let them know where Xiang Wentian is."

"Great idea!" Elders Shi and Wu both applauded.

A flag owner who led the way said, "This house looks like no one has lived in it for many years, but it is very spacious and has many rooms."

"It's just a mess, like someone turned it over."

"It doesn't matter."

Sun Zhongqing glanced around and said, "This alley is quiet and inconspicuous. We can just settle here."

"Wait for Shangguan Yun, Tong Baixiong and other brothers to come, and then surround and kill Xiang Wentian in Fuzhou Prefecture!"

When they heard these people talking, Ding Mian, Zhong Zhen and Bu Chen's faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Damn it, you evil cult thieves are so presumptuous.

Don’t understand first come first served?

But these are a group of tough guys who can fight against even the biggest bosses.

The Lin family's old house suddenly became a den of demons, and the three of them could only quietly climb down the wall and retreat.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Zhong Zhen was a little anxious.

The white-haired immortal Bu Chen also looked at Ding Mian, "If the sword manual is found by the Demon Cult by accident, it would be a disaster!"

Ding Mian groaned and slapped the earth wall beside him. With a loud bang, the entire earth wall collapsed!
He gritted his teeth in anger:

"I don't have any good ideas for now. Let's find Xiang Wentian. They are here for Xiang Wentian, and only Xiang Wentian can lead them away."

"You can't enter this house for now. Wait until Senior Brother Zuo comes."

Zhong Zhen nodded: "Then let's keep an eye on the Lin family first."

"it is good."

……

On Ximen Street in Fuzhou City, many shops still have their lights on even on New Year's Eve.

In a tavern two hundred steps opposite the Fuwei Escort Agency, Xiang Wentian was sitting in the darkest seat at the back, eating meat and drinking.

At the same time, a secret letter was opened.

When he saw the contents of the letter, he was overjoyed and drank two large bowls of wine.

I started to think about it again.

To the north of Fujian is Zhejiang. If there is a fight in this place, Yang Lianting will definitely send more people to Meizhuang.

If you go west to Gan
Even worse, being too close to that person.

Xiang Wentian's face darkened as he thought of the young man. This guy was far more dangerous than those who were chasing him. There were several times more people from both the good and evil sides. He had to flee.

It’s hard to say if you meet that troublesome boy.

"In that case, I'll accompany you guys to have some fun in Fuzhou."

What Xiang Wentian was wearing at this time was no longer the high-profile white robe, but the clothes he had snatched from the Ronin Camp.

The Japanese pirates near Taizhou were badly beaten by the government soldiers, but these small ronin camps also had some experts.

He used these people to create chaos and returned to Fuzhou.

Xiang Wentian is drinking.

Three hundred steps away from him, at the door of a brothel called "Lichunlou", stood a man with a listless look.

The west wind blew across the bluestone road, and the flag of the Fuwei Escort Agency fluttered not far away.

The man's eyes were confused, and he felt so lonely in this cold winter.

What panicked him was
Standing at the entrance of the fireworks place, his once vigorous body was now motionless.

It’s useless, my martial arts are useless~!

Tian Boguang's expression twisted, he reached down and grabbed, but found nothing.

When he was about to collapse, the window on the second floor opened and a beautiful woman leaned out.

"Uncle, come in and stay up with me?"

If he had heard this seductive voice in the past, he would have stepped on Sandie Cloud and went straight upstairs to hug that pink sister and kiss her.

At this moment, my heart was filled with anger, but I was powerless.

He was a lustful thief who could not control his sexual desire. When his desire was aroused, the Qi in his body suddenly pulsed and generated dryness, which should have made him extremely lustful and agitated.

But this dry air passed downwards.
Tian Boguang shuddered and suddenly calmed down.

……

The night of the New Year is getting deeper and deeper, and it is almost half past midnight.

It's a new year again.

To the west of Yancheng, a figure flashed across the darkness and rushed into the city in the blink of an eye.

The martial artists who happened to see this scene panicked and thought they had encountered a ghost.

Zhaojiawu.

In an independent small courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence, there was a large lantern with a circle of golden plum lace printed on it. The light inside was bright red, illuminating the girl in a green skirt who was standing next to the charcoal stove as if she was wearing a red veil.

The wintersweets that were in full bloom in the courtyard suffered a disaster and most of them were left with only bare stems.

There was a pile of broken flowers next to the fireplace, all of which had been crushed by someone's hands.

It seems that I can hear the crisp voices of "come back" and "don't come back".

The voice was repeated softly, inevitably revealing some disappointment.

The girl held her cheeks and stared at the wooden pillars of the thatched gate.

It seemed that there was a young man standing there smiling at her. She couldn't help but smile when she thought of this, but when she came to her senses, the wooden door was still a wooden door.

There are no young people.

She sighed sadly, pouted slightly, and angrily crushed the plum petals that had long wilted in her hands and threw them into the charcoal fire.

After throwing away all the flowers, the little girl picked up the pipa beside her.

I plucked the strings and heard the small strings whispering, while I played they hummed softly.

"The lights in the waiting room are dim, the night is long and helpless. The chain is hard to untie. Don't even think about returning home, as far as the eye can see, people are beyond the west mountain."

Drunkenly in the shade of flowers, I am feeling deeply sad.

suddenly
Before the sad tune reached its climax, the sound of a flute came from a distance, getting closer and closer.

The flute is not played properly, the breath is wrong, even the tune is wrong.

It's a complete mess.

If the disciples and teachers of Hengshan heard this, they would all frown and look to see which rude guy was playing the wrong music.

But it was the flute sound full of mistakes that made the little girl in the yard stop playing the pipa. She no longer played the pipa with any sorrow in her heart. The slightest trace of sadness was eliminated by the flute sound.

At this moment, a figure in green clothes touched the wooden door, and in a flash, he appeared next to the stove in the next second.

The strong wind brought by his momentum made the charcoal fire whirr and burn brighter in an instant.

All the petals scattered on the ground were blown away. The young man rolled up his sleeves, and a strong wind blew from bottom to top. Large pieces of petals flew into the sky and then fell down again.

The stars are dim, the lights are bright.

Under the lanterns, belated plum blossom rain falls.

The little girl who was originally worried was now smiling in the plum blossom rain.

"Brother Rong~!"

She called out in surprise.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly, then began to breathe heavily.

I haven't been this tired in a long, long time.

The rapid running along the way using Qinggong almost pushed him to his limit.

"Has the New Year's Eve passed?"

The girl smiled and shook her head, "No."

"Do you remember what you said last year?"

The girl replied fluently: "I hope I can play a song with Brother Rong every New Year's Eve."

Zhao Rong raised his flute and said, "Then I didn't break my promise, did I?"

"No."

The girl's eyes were filled with his shadow. She quickly poured him some water and took out a towel to wipe his sweat.

She was so smart that she could naturally guess why this world-famous Sword God senior brother was in such a mess.

I just felt so sweet in my heart that waiting all night wouldn't be a big deal.

Zhao Rong practiced some Qigong and regulated his breathing, then heard even breathing sounds in the room, and realized that his grandfather had fallen asleep.

"Have you been here all day?"

"After paying respects at the ancestral temple, I stayed here."

"Is there anything big happening near Hengyang?"

"No."

Qu Feiyan said: "Ever since the battle at Songtao Pavilion, the fringe members of the Demon Cult no longer dare to come to Hengzhou Prefecture to cause trouble. If they don't come, the other disputes in the martial arts world will not be considered a big deal."

She looked at Zhao Rong and smiled, "You haven't returned to Hengyang, but the news has come back."

"Xiaoxiang Sword God traveled thousands of miles to eliminate evil, and his reputation spread all the way to Hengyang. Everyone in the surrounding prefectures knew him."

"Today, there are more forces coming to pay respects to the mountain than in previous years. The mountain gate is full of carriages and horses, and it is very lively. Many people want to come and pay respects to you, but Brother Rong is not so easy to see. Even Junior Sister can't see him."

Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh when she stared at him.

So we sat down and slowly talked about what happened along the way from Changshan to Quzhou.

"The Black and White Heroes have been sent to Yongzhou. Gongsun and his wife came to thank you, but they left empty-handed."

Qu Feiyan asked again: "How is the Xuantian Finger?"

Zhao Rong hesitated for a few seconds and told the Saint Lady everything about her search for Qu Zhiyin and Guangling San.

Then he talked about the Four Friends of Plum Manor and the Seven-String Invisible Sword.

After hearing this, Xiao Qu showed a trace of reminiscence: "I have seen the Saint Aunt a few times."

"She learned qin music from my grandfather, but her face was always covered with a veil, so I couldn't see what she looked like."

"But the Saint's voice is very nice. I think she is a beautiful sister."

As soon as she finished speaking, her bright eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong's face. "What kind of Saint Lady of the Demon Cult? This title is nothing special."

"You are my junior sister, which is only stronger than the title of Saint Aunt, not weaker by a single step."

The girl smiled and asked about what happened after leaving Meizhuang.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a few seconds and talked about the great poison techniques of Baiyao Sect, so his good friend helped him to go into Yao Valley to settle the score.

The girl looked thoughtful: "The Five Immortals Sect Leader must also be a beautiful sister."

"but."

"This is not surprising. I have heard from my senior brothers and sisters that Brother Rong had a lot of relationships on the way to the Five Mountains Alliance. When those female warriors from the Central Plains saw you, they would forget their shyness and come forward to chat with you."

She said this, but pursed her lips and gritted her teeth slightly.

Zhao Rong poured himself a glass of water.

"Brother Rong, I'm already sixteen years old." she said suddenly.

Zhao Rong laughed and scolded: "Nonsense, you are not sixteen years old."

“This year has passed.”

"Everyone else thinks they are too old, but you add age to yourself."

The girl let out a sigh of relief: "Brother Rong, will you be kidnapped by a beautiful female warrior?"

"Hengshan is my home, why would I run away?"

"I ran all the way tonight, fearing that I would be late. No one in the world would let me run like this."

As soon as he said this, the trace of worry on the girl's face was immediately blown away by the wind.

Zhao Rong rummaged through his bag and first took out a huge poisonous tiger bee.

Qu Feiyan's eyes lit up.

"Is it the poisonous bee from Baiyaomen?!"

Zhao Rong poked the tiger bee a few times and found that it was motionless. "What a pity, this guy is already dead. When I caught it, it was alive and well in Baiyao Valley."

"Last time, when we were talking about Brother Linghu catching fireflies, I said I would catch poisonous bees for you. Of course, I won't break my promise."

She held the poisonous bee in her hand, her eyes sparkling.

Others would probably feel a chill all over their bodies when seeing this horrible poisonous bee, but she liked this gift very much.

Zhao Rong took out Dan Qingsheng's painting "The Remaining Fragrance of Plum Blossoms".

This painting is very artistic.

Danqingsheng's splashed ink and hemp-covered paintings combine his freehand brushwork techniques, and the winter plum blossoms in the painting seem to come alive.

The girl looked at the painting with great appreciation, but there was not much surprise in her eyes.

Soon she put the painting down and picked up the poisonous bee again to play with it and touch its wings.

Compared to the painting, she likes this poisonous bee more.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned and felt that her reaction was a little strange, because in the past when someone sent a painting to her, she would also comment and discuss it enthusiastically.

“Isn’t this a bad painting?”

"It's a very good painting, very lifelike. The painting skills of this fourth manor owner are really admirable."

"and you."

"Does anyone else have this painting?"

Zhao Rong wanted to say no, but that would be a lie, so he said, "Those paintings are different."

"Does anyone else have this poisonous bee?"

"No."

The girl smiled slightly and liked the poisonous bee even more.

A smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes were full of spirit. She glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered her eyes:
"Brother Rong is by my side, why should I look at paintings? No matter how good the paintings are, they are not as good as others. I don't want to look at paintings."

"Don't you think so, little tiger bee?"

She was very clever, as if she was talking to a dead poisonous bee, and she touched it gently with her fingers, showing pity.

Zhao Rong felt a slight headache and looked at her.

People grow up, but not much.

How can the mind grow so fast?

……

The next morning, Zhao Rong met his grandfather.

The three of them had breakfast together, and then Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan went towards the mountain gate.

The closed disciple at the gate of Hengshan Sect saw him from afar and immediately came up to him: "Big Brother!"

"Big Brother is back!!"

As soon as the voice was heard, people from the mountain gate came to greet him one after another.

Some of the guests who came early to pay homage to the grave were from Hengzhou Prefecture, while others came from far away. They could be considered to have struck gold today.

It’s not easy to get a glimpse of the true appearance of Xiaoxiang Sword God!

"Where's the master?"

Lu Songfeng smiled and said, "Master is in Qinxuan, and there are guests familiar to the eldest brother."

He was mysterious, but Zhao Rong had already guessed it.

He quickened his pace slightly, greeted his fellow disciples along the way, and walked through Tingfengtai and headed straight towards Qinxuan.

Sure enough, there was an old man next to Mr. Mo Da, and they were drinking tea and having a lot of fun.

Mr. Mo Da is good at sad tunes.

Mr. Gu is full of sorrow.

After listening to Mr. Gu's experience, Mo Da, who is also a swordsman, suddenly felt sad in his heart, and music began to flow from his strings.

unfortunately
As soon as Zhao Rong entered the piano pavilion, he immediately interrupted Mr. Mo Da's intention of plucking the strings.

"Master!"

"Senior Gu."

Zhao Rong first greeted his master, then bowed to the old sculptor.

His heart rejoiced.

Another master has arrived in Hengyang, making the family foundation even more solid.

Mr. Mo Da observed his disciple's words and expressions and guessed from his disciple's face that his trip was going well.

He smiled and nodded, indicating that he should talk to the old plastic worker.

"My dear, if you don't come back, I won't be able to drink the osmanthus wine."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you drink or not. When I see you again this time, I feel like you have returned to your youth."

Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Gu laughed when they heard this.

At this time, Feng Qiaoyun came in with two boys and a girl.

Cheng Mingyi on the side immediately explained.

It turned out that Aji did not become Mr. Gu's apprentice, but instead asked him to become a disciple of the Hengshan School.

Zhao Rong was overjoyed when he heard this.

Doesn’t this mean that Mr. Gu is tied to the Hengshan School and will not leave?

"Senior brother."

Feng Qiaoyun greeted him with a smile, and Zhao Rong also bowed with a smile.

She had already given instructions and waved gently behind her.

At this time, three children came forward together, bowed their hands, and shouted in unison with great respect:
"Meet the great uncle!"

In the Qinxuan,
The 13th, 14th, and 15th generations of Hengshan were gathered together.
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