Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 169 I want to practice this skill! (8.343k)
Looking at the three little kids in front of him, Zhao Rong smiled.

Only by keeping the old and the new can a school last forever.

He didn't teach me any sword moves or sword techniques, just some words of encouragement.

Once they have a solid foundation and are capable of mastering advanced swordsmanship, it will not be too late to provide guidance then.

The day when Zhao Rong returned to the mountain gate was even more lively than the New Year's Eve. From the Hengshan true disciples to the inner and outer disciples, who could not be excited?
Xiaoxiang Sword God is famous throughout the world.

In the past, the Hengshan School relied on its identity as one of the Five Mountains Sword Schools, but now, even without the Five Mountains Alliance, it can still command respect.

Dongfang Bubai is the best in the world, but he is quite old.

How old is this person in Yancheng?
All the disciples of Hengshan were very proud of him, so naturally a big banquet was held to celebrate when the young leader returned to the mountain, and all the visitors today benefited from it.

At lunch, Zhao Rong sat at the same table with Master Mo, Mr. Gu, and Uncle Lu.

They drank a lot of wine, but it was not a happy occasion, because Mr. Gu was no longer a guest. Once he entered the mountain gate, he became a family.
"Arong, what did you gain from this trip to Lin'an?"

Mr. Mo Da asked this question on the way back to Qinxuan from Hengshan Hall.

The old sculptor's eyes were very sharp: "Young friend, you are full of sharpness, and you are ready to strike. I am afraid your swordsmanship has improved greatly."

"It's not a big improvement, just a small gain."

Seeing his disciple smiling, Mr. Mo Da thought it was not a simple matter, but with his disciple's current attainments in swordsmanship, how could he make any "great progress"?
This is really hard to guess.

But he is the master, so there is no need to guess.

Mr. Gu was also very curious, and Mr. Mo Da said directly:
"Since you have made some progress, then show me your sword."

"Yes."

Hearing the three people talking, Cheng Mingyi, Xiang Danian, Quan Ziju and others who were following behind them all looked up.

In order to celebrate the end of the year, the long corridor from Tingfengtai to Qinxuan was decorated with red and green, hung with lanterns and colorful lights, and trailed some red silk ribbons.

Zhao Rong responded to his master with a smile, then immediately drew his sword and slashed at a fluttering ribbon.

The three-foot autumn water only brushed past a ribbon, but.
Wow~~
Suddenly, the whole row of lanterns hanging on the top of the corridor were shaken by a strong force!
In a moment, the ribbon broke into pieces and Zhao Rong raised his hand to catch it. Everyone looked at the lantern and then at the sword that was put back into the scabbard.

Children are still innocent and say whatever they see.

"Master Uncle's sword didn't touch the belt, how did it break?"

"Yes."

"Am I dazzled?"

After the three kids finished speaking, they looked at Feng Qiaoyun who was standing beside them.

"You are not seeing things, that is the sword energy of your master uncle."

Feng Qiaoyun didn't explain much to them because it was beyond her understanding.

Cheng Mingyi, Xi Mushu and others widened their eyes.

Xiang Danian patted Quan Ziju's shoulder and whispered, "Junior brother, your imagination is still lacking. Next time, don't write that Senior Brother killed the fox demon with a sword. You should write that the sword energy flew across the fox demon's body."

Quan Ziju nodded blankly.

Mr. Gu stroked his white beard and shook his head: "This is the first time in my life that I have seen a tangible sword energy. I didn't expect that such a thing that swordsmen wish for could really exist. It seems that my swordsmanship is far from reaching its limit."

His old eyes were filled with admiration and envy, and he smiled at Zhao Rong and said:
"Young friend always points out a clear path for me every time I draw my sword. It's really interesting."

Mr. Mo Da stared at the ribbon for a few seconds, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart.

this.
Even if you read all the Hengshan classics, you won't be able to find out what kind of sword energy the founder possessed!
It is difficult to compare the different sword moves, but the sword energy can be identified at a glance.

After all, the old master is still not as good as the young master!
However, as the teacher of the Sword God, Mr. Mo Da's concentration is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He could write at least one book on how to train a sword god.

He praised happily: "Tangible sword energy is rare in the world. I am really happy that you can master it now. Your talent is limited and I will never be able to touch this field in this lifetime, but I believe this is not your limit."

"How long can this sword energy last?"

Zhao Rong responded: "More than three inches."

Mo Da nodded and said earnestly: "As the saying goes, what cannot be relied upon is heaven, and what cannot be drawn is man. With your talent, you still need to practice more with this sword energy."

"Yes." Zhao Rong responded quickly, thinking that what his master said was right.

Mr. Gu glanced at Zhao Rong and then at Mr. Mo Da.

Tangible sword energy is indeed a divine skill and can be regarded as the word "sword god", however.
Is there such a strict teacher in the world?
Mr. Gu was puzzled, but then he began to admire her.

Yes, young people are not strong-willed, and it is inevitable that they will become complacent after achieving great success.

If everyone follows the trend, they may become a runaway horse. Mr. Mo Da teaches according to the students' aptitude and handles them in moderation. He is worthy of being the teacher of the Sword God.

Xiaoxiang Night Rain is not only a sad song, but also a rain that allows young heroes to calm down and calm down.

He exclaimed several wonderful words in his mind.

Zhao Rong folded the ribbon in his hand into a triangle, rotating it clockwise while folding it, and finally folded it together and tightened it to form a colorful small flower.

The junior sister took the colorful flowers with joy.

Zhao Rong talked about sword energy again, which was related to freehand sword energy, invisible piano sound, and phantom sword power.
The threshold to make sword energy tangible is too high.

However, Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Gu also shared their many years of martial arts experience with him, and the three of them gained a lot.

The disciples behind were confused.

The old sculptor had been visiting Hengshan for some time, and Mo Da arranged him to stay in the elegant pavilion next to his own courtyard.

One person plays music while the other carves wood. The two old men can drink tea and talk about swords when they have nothing to do. They get along very well.

Seeing that they were getting along well, Zhao Rong was very happy.

It is always better to have a friend by your side when you grow old than to be alone.

Master Mo knew that he had something to do, so he waved and sent him away.

Seeing them leaving the wooden carving pavilion, Mr. Gu smiled and said:
"I have been carving wooden statues for the past twenty-three years, but I am not as good as Brother Mo in carving people and swords. Zhao Xiaoyou is a brilliant talent, but he cannot do without Brother Mo's carving knife."

Mr. Mo Da smiled when he heard this, then shook his head and sighed:
"It is my great fortune to have such a disciple before I grow old. It makes me proud when others talk about me. But there is not much I can do or teach. He has achieved this by himself."

……

Zhao Rong was teasing Abao in front of Cangjian Pavilion. After petting the bear for a while, he went into the pavilion to read the message Quan Ziju gave him.

Just like what Junior Sister said, there haven't been any major events in Hengzhou Prefecture recently.

"News about the Jiangcheng Jingshan Sword Museum has also arrived."

"The Qingcheng disciples stayed in the city before the end of the year, and their visits to the Fuwei Branch became more frequent."

Quan Ziju frowned: "Looks like he's ready to take action."

Zhao Rong nodded and read the letter from Cheng Baoquan and others.

He also understood the actions of the Qingcheng disciples in Gan, which were similar to those in Jiangcheng.

He knew the movements of these Qingcheng disciples very well, so it was not difficult for him to get a glimpse of the Qingcheng Sect's major moves.

Qingcheng Songfeng Temple has always regarded itself as a famous and upright sect. Although it has committed many evil deeds, it is openly fighting against the Demon Cult.

If there was only one Yu Canghai, this matter would be very easy to handle. We could just take action before him and catch him in the act.

However, it seems that the Songshan School is now also involved.

The Songshan Sect seems to be eyeing the Qingcheng Sect in order to take advantage of the situation, but Zuo Lengchan is a difficult person to guess and is much harder to deal with than Yu the Dwarf.

Zhao Rong paced in the pavilion with the news in his hand.

Yu Canghai is not a concern, but Zuo Lengchan has to be on guard.

"I have to go to Fuzhou."

Quan Ziju was very surprised after hearing this: "Brother, you have only been back for one day, and you are leaving right away?"

"Well, just these few days."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It would be best if Fuzhou is fine. I will come back then."

"Junior brother, please make arrangements so that fellow disciples who are practicing the sword formation and the Thirteen Swords of the Shocking Sect can arrive here one after another."

Since Zhao Rong has made up his mind, Quan Ziju naturally won't try to persuade him anymore.

So he did what Zhao Rong arranged.

For two consecutive days, Zhao Rong used the Golden Needle Sutra combined with cold air to open the eyes and enhance the eyesight of his fellow disciples.

This method has completely different effects on different disciples.

If we say that the person who has the strongest eyesight enhancement is Luo He, this kid's six acupoints are unobstructed and the acupoints are connected. Not to mention other sword skills, practicing the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen must be like being assisted by God.

Zhao Rong went to Danzhen Pavilion again to find Uncle Lu.

Among the thirteenth generation of masters, Golden-Eyed Crow was quite ambitious. After hearing Zhao Rong's golden needle acupuncture method, Uncle Lu readily agreed.

I went to Liu's Mansion to find Uncle Fang and Uncle Liu, but neither of them was interested in learning any sword techniques.

Master Mo didn't want to make any effort, but Zhao Rong kept emphasizing that it shouldn't be a chore, so he let him do it.

He spent another day at Tingfengtai instructing his disciples in sword techniques and sword formations before he managed to finish his work.

For the next three days, he rested in Cangjian Pavilion.

After adjusting all aspects to the extreme, we are ready to set off.

Two days before leaving, Zhao Rong stayed in his hometown of Zhaojiawu all day to accompany his grandfather.

Xiaoqu was there too. She knew that Zhao Rong was going out again and really wanted to go with him.

But since Zhao Rong didn't bring it up, he knew that the matter was not simple, so he didn't say anything.

The ninth day of the first lunar month.

The junior sister rode a horse and took him all the way to the north city post station.

"Take good care of Grandpa."

Zhao Rong gave a warning, and Qu Feiyan nodded immediately, staring at him again: "Brother Rong, be careful on your way."

"I'll be careful."

Zhao Rong laughed and urged the horse gently. The Bone-piercing Dragon roared and galloped wildly with excitement.

This time the journey to Fuzhou was nearly two thousand miles, and the big yellow horse was finally able to gallop freely.

After saying goodbye to Xiaoqu, Zhao Rong turned around and couldn't help revealing a trace of caution.

Taking away the Sword Manual of Exorcism is not a difficult task, but protecting the Lin family is difficult.

If the people from Qingcheng and Songshan sects cannot obtain the sword manual, they will definitely target the Lin family. They are capable of doing such evil things as wiping out an entire family.

We have to think of a way to have the best of both worlds.

Zhao Rong considered as he walked.

Three days later, he reached the bank of Ganjiang River, near the Jintan Ancient Forest, and settled down in a village in Taihe.

That night.

Zhao Rong lit an oil lamp. A tattered cassock was placed on the worn wooden table. He held the cassock flat with one hand and wrote on it with a pen in the other.

"I want to practice this skill."

After writing these four words, Zhao Rong bit the tip of the pen and wrote "Eight Meridians Are All Open".

It’s wonderful to have these eight characters as the beginning.

Zhao Rong smiled and started a new line:
"The essence of life is to save all beings. It is like climbing a ladder to heaven and crossing the sea, hiding or escaping. It calls upon the spirits to occupy the empty positions and dispatches them to various places, like thunder and lightning."

The content of the Hunyuan Sword Classic was slightly modified, and things like "Let him be as strong as he can, the breeze will blow over the hills" were added.

It's very profound, but it makes no sense.

Hahaha, Master Zuo, you will slowly understand it.

If you can’t comprehend it, it means you have poor comprehension.

Zhao Rong wrote hundreds of words in a very eloquent manner, then spread out the cassock to admire it again.

The more I read, the more profound and confusing it becomes.

“If Zuo Lengchan obtained this sword manual and practiced diligently day and night, he would be able to live in Songshan Mountain forever. This could be considered the essence of his life.”

"The Songshan Sect has no grudge against the Lin family. I believe they will not cause any trouble after we get the sword manual."

"The Qingcheng Sect has its share of grievances, but Yu the Dwarf is a smart man. Giving him a lesson should make him give up."

In this way, the Lin family crisis can be resolved.

Zhao Rong hung the sword manual to dry and put it away.

Instead of spreading the fake sword manual, it is better to take the real sword manual away.

The evil-repelling sword technique that Monk Du Yuan learned from the Huashan Qijian Master was quite strange.

Once this sword technique is used to cut chickens, the progress will be rapid.

Lin Pingzhi's martial arts skills are not as good as those of the Qingcheng disciples, but after getting the sword manual for just over a month, he was able to slaughter the Qingcheng disciples and play tricks on Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng.

Brother Linghu, who had practiced Dugu Nine Swords, watched the sword moves several times but was unable to break them, so the first thing he could do was to go to Mr. Feng for advice.

There was only two ounces of flesh missing from his crotch, so the speed was really too fast.

Zhao Rong had no desire for this sword technique, and it was even more impossible for him to castrate himself to practice sword.

In the next few days, in addition to traveling, he found time to dry the old robes to make them look old.

Passing through Ji'an Prefecture, we arrived at Yanping Prefecture.

Firstly, Huang Piu Horse was too high-profile, and secondly, because he loved the Tougulong, Zhao Rong went all the way to Meixian Pharmacy in Youxi, Yanping.

This is the force that visited Hengshan at the end of last year.

His sudden visit startled the heads of the drug store.

Set up the banquet, set it up quickly!

How can we stop the arrival of Xiaoxiang Sword God!

However, Zhao Rong rejected their kindness and just left the Tougulong here temporarily and rode on the horse from Meixian Pharmacy to head towards Fuzhou.

It is only more than 300 miles from Youxi to Fuzhou.

Zhao Rong never thought that he was not alone on this journey.
From Wuyi Mountain, Mingxi, Lichuan, Wenzhou and other places, many people from all over Fujian went straight to Fuzhou!

This is just a small part.

Even more people rushed down from the Central Plains and Qi and Lu areas.

On both sides of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers, many people from the martial arts world rode their horses wildly.

The ships from Dongting Lake entered the Xiangjiang River, and the large ships from the Poyang Lake Basin went down the Ganjiang River, Raohe River, and Xinjiang River.
The busy pigeons flutter in the air, delivering one message after another!
After hearing the news, all the underworld forces were shocked.

Greed, desire, ambition. It was like a lit torch thrown into a grassland full of dead grass. When the strong wind blew, the whole world was burning and boiling!
Under the scorching heat of the terrifying fire wave, the air above the rivers and lakes was distorted.

This gust of wind blew all the way down from Yanjin Meilin!
Feng Buping had a blank expression on his face as he held his sword and headed south on that snowy night.

He is an abandoned person in Huashan, a lonely ghost in Zhongtiao Mountain. He is a lonely person, but he has the whole world of Jianghu as his companion.

Feng is not fair, and the world is not fair because of him.

Whenever he goes to a place, the people there will be in chaos!
Huizhou Prefecture.

Not long after an expressionless, yellow-faced man walked by, the Huizhou martial arts world was in an uproar.

West of She County.

There was a loud explosion in the Ma's Tavern. A square table was pushed against the wall. A burly man was seen grabbing a man with a scar and pressing half of his face into the broken plates.

"Damn it, are you lying to me?"

The people in the room around them had different expressions: "Hurry up and tell me, what you just said is true."

The scarred man who was being held down was quite stubborn: "I told you that you still don't believe me. There are so many martial artists heading south recently. Are you blind?"

"Several owners and coaches of Bao Chuan Knife Club left the day before yesterday. Their business is so good, why would they close down peacefully?"

The burly man asked, "Then why don't you go to Fuzhou?"

"Yeah, why don't you go?"

"Humph, with my ability, wouldn't it be suicide to go there? The essence of life, the martial arts of Dongfang Bubai! Although I am greedy, I also cherish my life."

The burly man felt that he was not lying to tease him, so he slowly loosened his hand.

There were also people around laughing:
"The Exorcist Sword Technique of the Fuwei Escort Agency is related to the martial arts of Dongfang and that man. He can also comprehend the essence of life. It's hilarious. Lin Zhennan of the Fuwei Escort Agency has escorted in Baochuan. He doesn't look like a master at all."

"Yeah, it's pure rumor."

The scarred man asked, "Lin Zhennan's martial arts skills are not very good. Could it be that his grandfather Lin Yuantu's martial arts skills are also not very good?"

"The Seventy-two Sword Techniques to Exorcise Evils was very famous in the martial arts world in the early days. Didn't Dongfang also use sword techniques?"

"Lin Zhennan just didn't learn any real skills."

"It is said that the sword manual is hidden in the basement of the Lin family. Whoever can dig it out will be invincible in the world!"

What is invincible?
It's overblown.

Many people in the underworld sneered and were unwilling to believe it. They thought the news was probably just a rumor.

But
Although they knew it was most likely a rumor, seven or eight people ran out of the Ma family tavern in an instant.

“Brother, you’re going to Fuzhou?!”

"No, no, it's going to rain, I'm going home to collect the clothes." The man outside rode his horse without saying anything more, and galloped in the sun.

"Yes, I have to go home and collect my clothes too."

"go!"

"..."

People cannot walk as fast as pigeons. External members of various forces must report back immediately if they hear any rumors.

A treasure book of magical skills and the essence of life.

How can those who practice martial arts not be tempted? After all, only a few can suppress their desires.

Those who are afraid of death dare not join in the fun, but some people with a little means fantasize about the possibility of picking up a bargain.

In Wuling, a group of martial artists from western Sichuan heard something horrifying not long after they arrived there.

"Pa~~!!"

The short Taoist stared with his eyes wide open, and the whites of his eyes kept rolling up uncontrollably.

He slapped a tea table into pieces with one slap. The angry Yu the Dwarf even used the power of the Heart-stimulating Palm.

"Master~!"

Hou Renying yelled again in a Sichuan accent: "Master, something terrible is happening!"

"Fuck it, who spread such a vicious rumor? Isn't this deliberately going against my Qingcheng Sect?"

Yu Canghai walked back and forth in the inn room with his right thumb tightly pinched with his middle finger.

"Is the Exorcist Sword Technique really related to Dongfang Bubai's martial arts?"

"The truth of life, what is that? Could it be that Lin Yuantu has realized the truth of life but my master doesn't know about it?"

Hong Renxiong, the second most talented person in Qingcheng who was standing next to Hou Renying, was shocked when he heard what his master was muttering: "Master, that's just a rumor, how can you take it seriously?"

"The words of the thorn tree come to the nest, and there is no wind without a hole."

Yu Canghai's eyes turned even colder:
"This matter is definitely not that simple. I didn't expect that besides us, there are other people eyeing the Lin family's Sword Manual of Exorcism. Now that rumors are spreading, even if the big sects don't believe it, they will probably send people to take a look."

"This son of a bitch is so stupid to do such a thing. If he stirs up the forces of all parties, it will be extremely difficult for him to succeed!"

His voice was distorted when he said this, and he was so angry that he wanted to turn his face around.

He also felt quite regretful, wondering why he didn't take action against the Lin family and wipe out his entire clan earlier.

If the Exorcist Sword Technique is really related to Dongfang Bubai's martial arts, then wouldn't that mean we've missed too much!
"Master, what should we do now?"

"Are we going to take action against those Fuwei police stations as well?"

Yu Canghai stood up suddenly: "Send a pigeon to tell all the disciples to go to Fuzhou. We will set off immediately, day and night, and we must act before those big sects arrive!"

"Yes, Master!"

All the Qingcheng disciples responded and prepared to go.

Inside the room, the short Taoist's breath became heavier.

After so many years of planning and forbearance, the net is about to be closed. If someone with a bad mentality encounters such a thing, he will probably go crazy on the spot.

“Ahhh!!”

Yu Canghai let out a strange cry, then drew his sword and practiced Songfeng Sword Technique wildly in the house. His expression became more and more distorted.

……

"who is it?!"

"Who is it?!"

In order to obtain the Exorcism Sword as soon as possible, Zuo Lengchan left Shengguan Peak before the Lantern Festival.

I didn't expect that when I arrived at Anqing Prefecture to look at the river, the news spread faster than others.

"The person who spread the news actually knows the secrets of the Exorcism Sword Technique and the Sunflower Manual!"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes were as deep as pools, and he crushed the letter in his hand.

The vulture Sha Tianjiang at the side asked: "Could it be Shaolin or Wudang?"

"That's possible. Chongxu and Fangzheng must know the secret, but now is not the time to think about it."

Zuo Lengchan knew that he had been tricked. Although he was furious, he was able to calm down quickly:
"Junior Brother Ding and his men have already ambushed in Fuzhou. No matter what, we are one step ahead of them."

"We must seize this opportunity. We must set off immediately and send a letter to Fuzhou asking them to take action immediately."

"it is good!"

Sha Tianjiang echoed and suddenly said, "This commotion is so big, I'm afraid Hengzhou Prefecture has already received the news, and the kid from Hengshan will probably go to Fuzhou as well."

"Don't panic. There are still people from the Demon Cult in Fuzhou. No matter how powerful his swordsmanship is, he will never be able to compete with a group of masters."

"If he makes trouble, I will settle it with him when I get to Fuzhou."

After hearing what Zuo Lengchan said, Sha Tianjiang felt much more at ease.

At the same time, a carrier pigeon flew to Hangzhou.

Qin Weibang, Bao Dachu, Wang Cheng, Sang Sanniang and others were originally messengers arranged by Yang Lianting in Hangzhou.

They are also elders of the Divine Religion. Although they were promoted from the Eastern Era, their status in the religion is higher than that of the Four Friends of Jiangnan.

If there is any problem in Meizhuang, the four of them can go and ask for culpability.

However, facing this group of people from the Divine Religion who came to the Hangzhou branch at this time.

Qin Weibang and the others all looked respectful.

Wang Cheng and Sang Sanniang's eyes flashed with horror. They really didn't expect these people to go down the cliff together.

The one on the far left is tall and strong, with scraggly white beard and a look of arrogance on his face.

He sat there and didn't even bother to look at Qin Weibang and the others.

It was Tong Baixiong, the leader of Fenglei Hall.

The one in the middle wears a lotus crown with outspread wings, has sharp and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and looks tall and heroic.

He is Shangguan Yun, the leader of the White Tiger Hall.

The yellow-faced man with a high hat on the right is Jia Bu, the head of the Qinglong Hall.

The pressure brought by the three powerful hall masters was quite great. Sang Sanniang thought in her heart that Xiang Wentian was doomed this time.

Her relationship with these three was average, so she didn't dare to act presumptuously.

But her face changed drastically after receiving the message from the carrier pigeon.

Shangguan Yun noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"not good!"

"Hall masters, please have a look!"

As they passed the contents of the letter around, Tong Baixiong stood up and said, "Nonsense! How could the lousy Fuwei Escort Agency know my brother Dongfang's martial arts?"

Jia Bu snorted coldly: "It is better to believe it than not to believe it. We will take this Exorcist Sword Technique back to Blackwood Cliff and ask Dongfang Sect Leader to review it."

"There must be many people who covet the leader's martial arts. There will probably be a large number of martial artists in Fuzhou," Shangguan Yun added, "The Sword Manual of Exorcism must be brought back to Black Wood Cliff, and Xiang Wentian's head must also be brought back."

"That's just right."

Tong Baixiong laughed wildly: "I am going to kill a lot of people, call Brother Dongfang, call those old brothers in the church who support Brother Dongfang, and call Yang Lianting to see! We old people are loyal to Brother Dongfang!"

The three of them came down from Heimu Cliff to Hangzhou, waiting for Fuzhou to confirm the news about Xiang Wentian.

If he fled north, he would be attacked from both sides.

It seems there is no need to wait now.

"This matter involves a lot of things. The leader will definitely send people down from Pingding Prefecture. We should go ahead."

"it is good."

"Let's go! Kill Xiang Wentian and seize the sword manual!"

The cloaks fluttered, and three figures flew out. In a blink of an eye, they had rushed out of the branch.

The news came from Yanjin Meilin. Things are different now, and Wudang and Shaolin can no longer sit idly by.

The two major factions sent people south.

Mr. Yue of Huashan Sect was a step slow to hear the news in Sanqin, but he still left the Jade Maiden Peak with the attitude that the sword manual must not fall into the hands of the Demon Sect.

but
Lady Ning was worried about him going alone, so she accompanied Master Yue down the mountain.

After hearing the news, the three members of the Hengshan Sect did not take any action. Instead, they sat firmly in the Hanging Temple, not coveting the so-called Exorcist Sword Technique, and continued to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures.

In a small courtyard eight miles away from the lower courtyard of the Hanging Temple.

Master Bujie sent away all the busybodies.

"Swordsmanship to ward off evil? The essence of life? Even if you are invincible, what's the use of that?"

Monk Bujie laughed: "Not as important as my wife and daughter."

This year, Monk Bujie finally reunited with his family at the end of the year. Except for wanting to go to Hengyang to express his gratitude, he didn't want to go anywhere else.

Standing guard under the Hanging Temple, waiting for that stingy nun wife to come and give him a beating from time to time, has become his greatest pleasure.

At the important gate of Taishan Sect, Taoist Tianmen looked at Yuyinzi and Yuqingzi going down the mountain and couldn't help but smile mockingly.

"Master, aren't we going to Fuzhou?" Jianchu asked.

Taoist Tianmen waved his sleeves and said, "If you hear such rumors, there will be disaster. Don't think you can fool me."

He turned toward the direction where Yu Yinzi and Yu Qingzi left and said, "Some people are obsessed with this and are still dreaming of being the best in the world at such an old age."

"Even if they had Dongfang Bubai's martial arts, they wouldn't be able to become the best in the world."

Weng Dazhang was a little worried: "If Master really has the sword manual, wouldn't it be a disaster for the martial arts world if it fell into the hands of the bad guys?"

Taoist Tianmen pointed in the direction of Xiaoxiang and said, "Junior Brother Zhao is closer to Fuzhou, he will definitely go there."

"Even if they have the sword manual, I don't believe these people can defeat him."

……

"Is this Exorcism Sword Technique really that powerful?"

"That's perfect. It's tailor-made for my six brothers."

"Very good, very good. We, the Six Immortals of Taogu, will be number one, number two, and number six in the world respectively!"

"After my six brothers, Dongfang Bubai is only seventh in the world. Xiaoxiang Divine Sword is eighth in the world and is far behind us."

"Hurry up, Fujian is just ahead!"

The six strange men traveled south from Qingyuan to northern Fujian.
At the confluence of Meixi River and Minjiang River, the river water is turbid but the stream water is clear, hence the name Minqing.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Fuzhou.

In the evening, Zhao Rong had dinner at an inn in Meixi Town. He did not dress in conspicuous blue clothes to avoid being recognized by others.

Pick up the spoon and scoop a meatball into your mouth.

This Minqing three fresh dishes are steamed with pork and tofu. They are firm and refreshing, with moderate greasiness and are very delicious.

But Zhao Rong felt like chewing wax.

Who did it?
Who did something good?
Glancing around, he saw that the inn on the edge of the town was full of people, almost all of them were from the martial arts world.

Along the way from Youxi to Minqing, he had noticed something strange and heard rumors that made him feel troubled.

Qingcheng School or Songshan School?

Impossible, unless Yu Canghai and Zuo Lengchan are crazy.

Which bastard did this!

Could it be Chongxu and Fangzheng?

Although these two are quite capable, they are not so despicable.

Spreading such rumors would kill the entire Lin family.

Looking at the sky, Zhao Rong felt anxious. He quickly ate the food, paid the money, and without looking for a place to stay, he rode his horse to continue his night journey.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

He was not the only one traveling at night, and there were even constant shouting and fighting.

These people started fighting before the shadow of the Sword Manual of Exorcism was even revealed.

Run until midnight.

Even though the horse had rested on the road, its legs were still shaking. Zhao Rong led it to a place with water and grass to rest, and he also meditated and recuperated nearby.

He took another short nap and woke up before the hour of Yin.

He didn't dare to sleep too deeply, but after resting for a while, he felt refreshed.

He led the horse onto the main road, but before he set off, a man holding a lantern caught up with him.

"Boy, let's change horses."

The big man raised the lantern and shone it, patted Zhao Rong's horse, and then leaned on the hilt of the knife, speaking in a rather unfriendly tone.

Zhao Rong looked behind him and saw that the big man's horse had fallen exhausted by the side of the road.

"roll."

"Boy, you are courting death!"

“Ouch~!”

As soon as he uttered the harsh words, he let out a scream and was kicked into the water like a cannonball, splashing water all over the sky.

"Drive~!"

Zhao Rong walked and stopped again, and finally arrived at the city of Fuzhou at noon.

As expected, there are a lot of carriages and horses here.

Those martial artists who carried swords and weapons spoke with different accents. Fuzhou was far away from the center of China and was originally a remote place in the martial arts world.

There are no famous masters locally.

At this time, martial artists from all over the world gathered here.

It wouldn't be so if we only talked about the Manual of the Sword of Exorcism, but with the name of Dongfang Bubai, there are many people who want to go to Fuzhou to comprehend the true meaning of life.

He touched the cassock in the bag.

Zhao Rong rubbed his temple, looked around and without hesitation, he rode slowly into the city.

Fuzhou City was extremely prosperous and was one of the six major cities in the Song Dynasty. Zhang Baibei planted banyan trees everywhere and you could see them everywhere.

This city is very large, and we have to find out which direction the door of Fuwei Escort Agency faces.

"Young Master, the Fuwei Escort Agency is on Ximen Street. Go straight along this road, turn left, cross two streets, and then turn right to see a straight bluestone road."

"The grandest mansion there is the Fuwei Escort Agency."

The old man who was speaking was wearing a tunic on his head, a jacket on his upper body, a vertical belt around his waist, one hand holding a bamboo pole with a wine gourd on it, and the other hand holding a hammer.

The bamboo pole seemed like a measuring stick, and he looked like a Fuzhou boatman.

Zhao Rong took note of it and asked politely:

"Old man, do you know where Xiangyang Lane in Fuzhou is?"

"Sunny Lane?"

The old man thought for a while, but still shook his head.

"There are many alleys in this city, but I have lived here for more than 60 years and I know most of them, but I have never heard of Xiangyang Alley. The place you are asking about must be very remote, so I can only ask around."

"Thank you, old man."

Zhao Rong looked at his wine gourd and wanted to invite him to drink, but the old man shook his head and said no and left.

We must first find the Lin family's old house and replace it with another one.

Then try to discover this fake sword manual in public.

Only by diverting the attention of the people in the underworld can the Lin family hope to escape disaster.

Zhao Rong asked a few more people, but still no one knew Xiangyang Lane.

He changed his mind and rode around a corner.

After walking for three quarters of an hour, we reached the bluestone road.

Finally, I saw a green flag fluttering in the wind, with the words written on it:

Fuwei Escort Agency
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