Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 176: Mountains, Stone Country, Lake Light, Autumn Moon (8.082k)

From Hengzhou Prefecture, go northeast for more than a thousand miles to Raozhou Prefecture.

In the middle of autumn, in the month of Gui, Zhao Rong was already in the east of Raozhou.

Passing this place again, I can’t help but feel emotional.

The Blackwood Cliff is far away from Raozhou by mountains and rivers. The existence of a Raozhou branch made him extremely wary and he was unwilling to be neighbors with evil.

Today, this branch is deserted and has moved north of the Yangtze River.

The fringe members of the evil sect in the southern martial arts world all behave themselves, and dare not mention being "subordinates of the divine sect".

The days when he could do whatever he wanted in the southern martial arts world by relying on his status are over.

Walking all the way from Hengzhou Prefecture, Zhao Rong listened silently to the stories of the underworld.

Recently, martial arts are very popular. There are many people who study martial arts, but very few of them can gain any enlightenment.

I heard that some people obsessed with martial arts forced themselves to practice martial arts and became obsessed with it, and some people who practiced martial arts without any help became empty-headed and drunk all day long.

The roadside teahouses and pubs were extremely lively, and talking about these rumors sometimes made them laugh out loud, while others made the martial arts people empathize and sigh.

"Come on, drink!"

At the entrance of Huaqiao Town in Dexing, wine flags were fluttering under a few tall horsetail pines, and the two floors of the roadside inn were filled with guests.

I could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from the second-floor window. The cool autumn breeze made me feel drunk.

A man with a trough nose raised his glass to his tablemates, and they gestured to each other to drink the whole bowl.

"Chief Hou of the Dragon Soul Escort Agency in the west of the city also failed in his training. He took a few mantras seriously and now he has lost his reputation."

The companion with a bamboo hat hanging behind him laughed and said:
"That's true, but Hou Anzhi should know it's false. I heard that several escort leaders had advised him against it, but he was stubborn and insisted on practicing. With this strike, he should wake up from his foolish dream."

The gangster who was closest to the window and carrying two short knives raised his bowl to signal them to continue.

"Don't say that other people are just dreaming. When we three brothers first entered the martial arts world, we also had this dream. Who wouldn't want to be invincible and famous?"

"This Chief Escort Hou is too obsessed, but his courage is admirable. At least we won't do that."

"good."

The man with the trough nose laughed and said, "If I were obsessed, I would have spent money to get drunk. This time, drunken dreams and crazy dreams are all the same."

"That makes sense. Brother sees things more clearly."

"But then again, the Xiaoxiang Sword God also came to Fuzhou, so why haven't we heard of him trying to snatch the sword manual?"

The man with two swords patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "Why does he need the sword manual? Even if you get the complete sword manual and practice the martial arts in it, I'm afraid you won't be a match for the Sword God."

“Tsk tsk, that’s an amazing person who shocked all the major sects in the world with one sword and saved the Lin family from a deadly situation.”

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see the sword energy. I don't know how sharp it is."

When the man with two swords said this, the waiter's voice of "Goodbye, sir" was heard downstairs.

Following the sound of horse hooves, the man with two swords missed the wine flags fluttering in the autumn wind and saw a man in green riding a horse eastward.

He was slightly absent-minded, staring.

Suddenly the man in green turned around and looked in his direction.

In just a moment, the man with two swords seemed to be blinded by the sharp edges and quickly looked away. He looked surprised and his two companions were confused.

"what happened?"

“I think I saw an extraordinary person.”

The man with two swords was stunned for a moment, then he picked up the bowl to drink, but half of the wine got wet on his linen clothes on his chest.

……

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Zhao Rong rode his horse to the edge of Shaoxing.

Passing by a village, a local opera was being performed. The Spring Festival was to pray for a good harvest, while the Autumn Festival was to celebrate the year's good harvest.

During this period, the little boys got up early, called their friends, and took straw from the fields to make dragon shapes, and then pasted colored paper on them.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, candles are placed on the dragon's body and it is paraded through the streets. A dozen people support it with bamboo poles, accompanied by gongs and drums, making a lot of noise.

After entering the city, Zhao Rong felt the festive atmosphere even more.

The streets are full of tourists and lanterns, and there are people selling pond fish on the roadside. Pond fish is especially nutritious during the Mid-Autumn Festival and is a great gift for students to give to teachers.

Without lingering in the bustling streets, Zhao Rong rode his horse to the foot of Kuaiji Mountain.

Gu Kaizhi said that Mount Kuaiji has thousands of rocks competing for beauty, tens of thousands of ravines competing for streams, and is covered with vegetation, like clouds and bright clouds.

What Brother Kaizhi said is indeed true.

However, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the forests are covered with colorful colors, adding to the beauty of the mountains.

At this time, there were many tourists enjoying the Kuaiji Mountain. Zhao Rong climbed the mountain and found a small path guarded by Wulin people, and then he knew how to meet his cousin.

Those guarding the place had sharp eyes and were extremely focused.

But when Zhao Rong got behind them, these people were still staring at the mountain path, unaware of anything.

Going up along the stream, there is a trestle bridge over the stream and stone houses on the bank.

The pier is dilapidated and the stone house is covered with vines. I don't know how old this antique is.

On the stone steps of the ancient road, two people were chatting while walking down the mountain.

"The Saint Lady seems unhappy today. Everyone who came to visit her was driven down the mountain one by one."

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

"Let's follow your orders. If you tell us to go down the mountain, then let's go down the mountain. It's a good opportunity to go to the city for a drink."

"Okay, but you have to accompany me to find medicine first. I'm almost done with the medicine, and I can make the eight life-extending pills to save my daughter right away."

“Go, go, go”

The Yellow River Patriarch was walking down the mountain. There was a stone wall blocking the narrow mountain path, blocking his view.

They turned a corner and went around the stone wall, when they suddenly saw a man in green clothes strolling up the mountain. He lingered along the stream, gazing at the mountains and stone country, leisurely enjoying the scenery.

Just as they were about to ask or even shout to stop him, the two of them took a closer look at the person who came and their faces suddenly changed drastically. It was as if someone had put him under a spell and he couldn't move at all.

Zu Qianqiu exchanged glances with the old man and kept signaling to the person who was coming.

One was saying, "Why is this person here?"

Another person responded, “How should I know?”

Zu Qianqiu had a big belly and the old man was fat, and the two of them consciously blocked the mountain path. When the man in green approached, they all jumped into the knee-deep stream next to them.

With two thuds, the road was cleared.

Zhao Rong glanced at them and ignored them.

The ancestor of the Yellow River looked at the water alone and the sky alone, as if he hadn't noticed him.

They didn't come out of the stream until Zhao Ronglian had turned around several stone walls and the footsteps could no longer be heard.

The old man was surprised and asked: "How did this person find this place?"

"The Saint is still up there, what should we do? Hurry up and call for help!"

Zu Qianqiu glared at him and said, "You are crazy."

"How many people do you want to call? This guy is so strong that it's frightening. Unless you call the Eastern Patriarch as well."

"Wouldn't it be dangerous for the Saint to be up there?"

After hearing the old man's words, Zu Qianqiu was smarter. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he understood.

"No wonder the Saint suddenly drove everyone down the mountain today. It turns out she was waiting for this person."

"Ok??"

The old man was shocked when he heard this: "That's impossible. I've never heard of any contact between the Saint Lady and this person."

But on second thought, I feel that this is the only way to understand it.

"This"

The old man paused for a long time, then asked, "Is it something between a boy and a girl?"

Zu Qianqiu said guiltily: "Don't say anything! Just pretend you didn't see anything."

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

The Yellow River ancestor ran wildly and fled down the mountain in a panic.

Zhao Rong walked forward and soon stepped into a bamboo forest, where he saw endless bright green.

The skylight is diffused in the vast bamboo forest. The autumn wind blows, making a rustling sound, and the bamboo branches sway, outlining a graceful style in the bright green.

A figure in green clothes blended into the bamboo forest, stepped on the narrow fallen leaves, stopped and looked ahead.

Not far away, there was a young girl in a white dress, stepping lightly on the bent green bamboo and walking across the road.

She was wearing a black veil, her face was blurry and her expression could not be seen.

Zhao Rong took a step and stepped onto her green bamboo.

The bamboo bends down again.

Before he could say anything, he heard a delicate cry.

"Look at the sword!"

The sword stabbed at him, and Zhao Rong stepped on the ground, and a figure flew out.

She slashed the air with her sword and heard a rustling sound behind her. It turned out that Zhao Rong had come behind her and bent another green bamboo.

This lightness skill is truly amazing.

Ren Yingying knew that his martial arts skills had improved, so she drew her sword and chased after him.

Zhao Rong was still hiding. They chased each other in the bamboo forest, with green and white shadows flying around, making the green bamboos creak. Occasionally, some unlucky bamboos were cut off by the angry girl's sword.

She struck out with her sword more than thirty times, but didn't even touch the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes.

This is more frustrating than being defeated in a sword fight.

Ren Yingying breathed slightly, her beautiful eyes staring at the young man opposite through the veil. She felt a little angry, wondering if he was teasing her with his superb martial arts.

suddenly
"How is it? Do you still have the same feeling as before?"

After hearing this, a clear voice came from under the black veil: "What was that feeling back then?"

"Back then in Baima Manor, we also performed our martial arts on the trees. Now we just moved to a bamboo garden."

Her eyes lit up and she was quite touched, thinking that this was the reason.

But then he asked, "Then why don't you draw your sword?"

"Oh"

"Firstly, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's not nice to use a sword against my cousin. Secondly, I'm worried that it will be the same as last time, and I'll never find the sword again if I lose it."

Ren Yingying laughed immediately, and then pouted:
"How could I have the ability to defeat your sword? If I had known this would happen, I should have seized the opportunity to defeat you a few more times and make you lose your sword a few more times."

She was a little bit embarrassed, but she had a smile on her face.

Standing on the bamboo, she took off her black veil, revealing her beautiful face.

As the black veil was removed, the Saint Lady was no longer here, only her cousin of the same age.

The eyebrows were thin and willow-like, with a hint of autumn in the pupil below, and a green shadow was swaying on the ripples inside.

She put away her sword, got down from the bamboo, and led the way ahead.

Zhao Rong followed closely and came to a bamboo house.

There were bamboo knives, broken bamboo pieces, piles of bamboo chips, and several bamboo flower basket chairs with exquisite styles on the ground.

The area in front of the house was very tidy, with a few newly fallen leaves.

Zhao Rong sat down in the yard and heard the rustling sound in the bamboo forest again.

What he didn't expect was that after Ren Yingying came out of the house, she directly handed him a light blue ancient book.

The three words "Xuantianzhi" are written on it.

It turned out to be the original one.

I had been looking forward to this for a long time and thought it would be quite a hassle to get, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to get.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the pretty face with the hair moving slightly.

"What are you looking at!" She opened her eyes wide with a hint of shame and anger.

"Cousin, you're giving it to me so easily?"

"You can come as promised." She said halfway but didn't want to respond like this, and said instead: "I don't care about this Xuantian Finger, but you treasure it."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Thank you very much. Now that I have obtained the secret book, I have to take my leave now."

Ren Yingying choked when she heard that, and lowered her eyes to stop looking at him: "If you want to leave, you can leave now."

"Who in the world can stop Xiaoxiang Sword God?"

I heard her cold tone and saw her pretty face turned pale.

Zhao Rong smiled and said:

"Nonsense, just a joke."

"I specially went to Kuaiji Mountain to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my cousin, to enjoy the moon together and drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

If someone else had made such a joke to her, she would have chased them away with a cold face.

At this moment, I also wanted to drive this hateful boy away, but knowing what kind of person he was, it would be difficult for him to come back if I drove him away, so I felt a little reluctant.

Then I thought that this kid was hateful, so it was normal for him to say hateful words.

Ren Yingying waved at him, motioning him to follow.

It turns out there is another world behind this bamboo house.

Walking deeper into the bamboo forest, you will see a different kind of scenery. The source of the stream is a Metasequoia forest. The water is less than three feet deep in the shallowest part and about ten feet deep in the deep part, with a plank road in the middle.

The front of the plank road is submerged in water, and there is a small wooden house on top, which is transparent from front to back and covered with thatch.

I entered the wooden house with Ren Yingying. In front of them was a wooden platform extending out of the water. There was a stove on top and charcoal beside it. There were several sealed jars of wine with new mud placed in a row with a white jade lotus wine warmer.

There is a flower stand on the side, with flowers on the top and food that has been prepared long ago placed in the bamboo grid below.

There is also a jade harp and a jade flute.

There is a burning ball in the small incense burner, and the faint herbal fragrance can drive away mosquitoes and flies.

At this time, the sunlight passes through the autumn Metasequoia and falls on the lake under the Metasequoia forest.

At a glance, Zhao Rong saw the brown-red fir forest and the azure blue lake intertwined, like a clear pool in the sky, with occasional birds flying across the water.

This picture is absolutely beautiful, it is what hermits seek, and it is also the place where poets linger.

The brown-red mountains and forests are reflected in the water like fire.

There is a lake reflecting a lake of poetry, half of the lake is flame and half of the lake is blue.

"sit."

What Zhao Rong didn't expect was that Ren Yingying took out two small bamboo chairs and two fishing rods from the wooden house.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, quite provocative.

Zhao Rong took it with a smile and sat down to fish with her.

Two hooks with fragrant bait, fishing in this mountain, lake and cedar country.

Soon, my cousin caught fish frequently, and the fish in the bamboo basket jumped happily.

My cousin from Suzhou also caught something, a small crucian carp, as wide as a willow leaf and about two inches long.

The girl's smile deepened.

"Do you often go fishing at Blackwood Cliff?"

"How is that possible?"

"Blackwood Cliff is a place of fighting and killing, where people scheme against each other. There is no place for fishing. Today is my first time fishing."

She smiled and said, "However, a certain sword god is very good at swimming and is proficient in lakes and rivers, so how come his fishing skills are so poor?"

Zhao Rong said unhappily, "I cast the net."

With a "splash" of water, Ren Yingying caught another crucian carp that was as long and as wide as a hand.

Zhao Rong sensed something was wrong.

"Let's change positions."

"No more fishing, you lose again."

"He is no match for me in piano music, and his fishing skills are even worse than mine. Xiaoxiang Sword God is just so-so."

She put away the fish basket with a smile. Everyone said that the fish during the Mid-Autumn Festival was delicious, so she let the small fish go and kept the big fish to cook.

Zhao Rong cast the rod towards the position where she was just now, and soon a big fish hit the water's surface with its tail and was caught by him.

"You are cheating, you must have set up a base here last night."

Ren Yingying snorted, "Who told you to tease me by saying you could take the secret book and leave?"

"Originally this spot was for you to fish, but you made me angry, so I don't want to make you happy anymore."

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't bother with her.

The dishes beside the wooden house were all prepared in the morning and can be eaten after being heated up. Even the fish has been prepared in the soup and can be thrown into the soup and cooked until it is tasty.

We had lunch at noon.

They drank a lot of osmanthus wine again.

Ren Yingying gave him the jade flute and played the song "The Laugh of the Sea" again.

She knew that Zhao Rong could play this song together.

The sounds of the zither and the flute echoed among the cedar forest and the lake.

Time passed very quickly. They talked about Jianghu affairs and music. Ren Yingying corrected him on "Three Variations on Plum Blossoms". In a blink of an eye, dinner was over. When they returned to the bamboo house in front, the moon was full.

Two more jars of new wine were opened, and they sat on the roof of the bamboo hut.

Ren Yingying looked at the moon in the sky and felt that the world was very far away from her. She had never felt so relaxed and at ease before.

The clear light makes that stunning face even more beautiful, and the clear light in the eyes is spread out.

She looked dimly at the young man who was lying on the roof with his head resting on his arms.

Suddenly he thought of something and felt that he could not leave the world of martial arts behind. He picked up the whole jar of osmanthus wine and drank several gulps.

"What's up with you?"

"No."

"That"

"It's just that the world is turbulent and no one can control it."

Zhao Rong could understand her words: "How does Dongfang Bubai treat you?"

"Excellent."

Ren Yingying said: "Uncle Dongfang is admirable. He cultivated his enemy by his side, gave him a high position, and taught him martial arts. This is the spirit of being the best in the world."

She glanced at me and said, "You are so smart and you are familiar with Qu Yang, you must have guessed what I am going to do."

Zhao Rong did not deny it and looked at her: "You want my help?"

"No."

She put down the wine jar and looked up at the night sky: "You only know your cousin, and you don't know the Saint Aunt, not to mention that the Four Friends of Jiangnan are good friends with you."

"Although the four of them live in seclusion in Plum Manor, they are only disappointed with the Divine Religion, but they are more loyal than you think."

"It will probably be very difficult for you to take them back to Hengshan."

Zhao Rong was just thinking about her words when he heard a clear and pleasant voice:

“Actually, there is a way.”

"When my father returns to the martial arts world, Heimuya will definitely come to Meizhuang to question him. It's a capital crime, and Yang Lianting won't be sentimental because they have been guarding him for many years."

"If you wait for these people to come to your house to question you, the last hope of these four people will be gone. If you take action now, they will definitely follow you to Hengshan."

She took a deep breath and said, "This way, your goal will be achieved."

"The last time I went to Plum Manor, these four people were also very polite to me, but they have been guarding my father for more than ten years. I can hardly feel grateful to them. But for your sake, I will instruct my men not to beat them to death."

Zhao Rong didn't expect that she had considered it so carefully.

"Wouldn't that make things difficult for you?"

She still lay there looking at the moon, but her eyes were slightly tilted towards him:

"Do you remember what you said last time?"

Zhao Rong's brain was working rapidly, and he smiled and said, "The relationship between cousins ​​is naturally very good."

Ren Yingying smiled: "If that's the case, what's the problem?"

"Hengshan Sect's foundation is lacking in this aspect. The four people from Meizhuang share the same interests with your sect. They are quite capable and can bring some inheritance with them."

"It's a good destination."

"I can also find out when Blackwood Cliff will send people south. If you don't have enough people to get the news, then wait in Lin'an and I will tell you."

Zhao Rong stood up with a smile and picked up the wine jar beside him: "Come, toast to this bright moon, and also to you."

"Bang~"

The wine jar made a crisp sound, and it seemed that if a little more force was used, the jar would break.

Ren Yingying drank with him, put down the wine and said: "If the Jianghu matter is over..."

She paused, and Zhao Rong asked, "The Jianghu incident is over, so what?"

"I will find a place to retire from the underworld and no longer care about good and evil."

Zhao Rong asked again: "Where could it be? Is it right here?"

She shook her head.

Zhao Rong guessed again: "Luoyang Green Bamboo Lane?"

The girl glared at him with a hint of anger, thinking that he was actually very stupid, and immediately turned her head away and didn't look at him.

"Where is that?" Zhao Rong became curious.

She faced the moon, and the snowstorm in front of Meizhuang that day flashed through her mind. She was still carrying the pipa on her back and holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

There was a hint of shyness in my heart, but I kept reciting:

"In the remote area of ​​Jiangnan, beside the Taihu Lake, is the Swallow Valley of Suzhou."

Zhao Rong didn't reply and invited Yueyue to have a drink with him.

Memories of the Snow Mountain Temple resurfaced.

That night, Zhao Rong spent the whole night on a bamboo chair in the courtyard outside the bamboo house.

Of course, he had an extra soft blanket, which was definitely more comfortable than the mountain temple.

The bright moonlight is like the Milky Way, the clear light is like a quilt, and the autumn breeze brings a certain comfort.

The girl in the bamboo house fell asleep very late, and she crouched to the window several times to see if he was asleep.

But the moon is so bright.

The young man under the moon always made her see it clearly.

I recalled some hateful and annoying things in my mind, but when I looked at him, I felt happy and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

really
When Ren Yingying woke up the next morning, there was no one outside.

She saw a few bamboo leaves on the bamboo chair, with words engraved on them:
"Cousin, someone is coming to visit you, so I won't greet you."

"I'm going to Lin'an first, where I stayed last time."

On this day, those who had rushed up the mountain to pay homage to the Saint Lady after the Mid-Autumn Festival came down the mountain in a mess.

……

The first day after Zhao Rong descended from Kuaiji Mountain, he headed towards Lin'an.

He studied the Xuantian Finger as he walked, and arrived at a small town near Lin'an when the sun set.

If my cousin wants to take action against Mei Zhuang, then I won’t have to make an extra trip.

When they reached the west of Xialu Town, they came to Qishan, close to where Gou Jian, King of Yue, stationed his troops.

There is a Buddhist temple here, named Shenyuan Temple.

There are statues of King Yue, Patriarch Oudou, and Master Xia in the temple.

"Dong dong dong~~!"

This Shenyuan Temple was originally peaceful, but today there were the sounds of hurried horse hooves. Zhao Rong heard the shouting and killing from afar, and could not help but put away the secret book and urged his horse to hurry up to investigate.

"Brother, this is the Yin Pu!"

"It's actually quite different from what we collected. That's great. This way, Master can perfect the sword manual."

"Hahaha, not bad!"

Two brightly dressed Qingcheng disciples walked out of Shenyuan Temple's gate with a smile. They looked at the fleeing martial artists with great pride.

In the past, when they met these gangsters, they would fight them.

If we meet them now and dare to steal things from them, we will beat and kill them at will.

The Qingcheng Sect had great ambitions, and Yu Canghai was no longer satisfied with just compiling the sword manuals he had obtained, so he sent several capable disciples down the mountain to search.

These capable disciples are all strong men who have been cut.

Even if the sword manual is incomplete, it is different now than before.

After Chi Renchun and Bi Renxin fought a lot in Shenyuan Temple and snatched the fragments of the cassock, they didn't bother to chase after those who gave up the sword manual and ran away. However, an ungrateful man in green rode over on horseback.

Shangshen Shen Temple is a fork in the road, and passers-by don't have to go through this place. This can only be aimed at them.

When Yu Canghai visited Fuwei Escort Agency that day, they were not qualified to follow Yu Canghai, so they were not familiar with Zhao Rong's appearance.

There are many young men in green clothes and holding swords in the world.

If you count carefully, this place is still in Shaoxing, which is about two thousand miles away from Hengyang.

If you see people in blue clothes in Hengzhou Prefecture, you have to avoid them. But in Shaoxing, they are much braver.

Especially since their martial arts skills have improved greatly recently, they feel very proud.

When Zhao Rong heard the Sichuan accent and looked at the way the two men were dressed, he couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

Is Yu Canghai like this now?
"Son of a bitch, what are you looking at!"

Chi Renchun yelled and cursed, feeling that the visitor's gaze was quite offensive.

"I heard that you got the sword manual. Let me see it."

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, Bi Renxin had already drawn his sword: "I think you are looking for death!"

He roared and stabbed at Zhao Rong with a sword!

The Qingcheng swordsmanship emphasizes speed and density. There are basically no large-scale moves or using slow moves to defeat fast ones.

Bi Ren still trusts Songfeng swordsmanship.

But to others, this pine wind seemed extremely fast, and it was the ultimate interpretation of the three words "the speed of wind" by the Qingcheng School!
Even if the Little Protector of Songshan comes to deal with it, we have to be careful.

This is because this guy is not only fast with his sword, but also extremely fast in his body movements.

But what Bi Renxin didn't expect was that his sword was fast, but the sword of the man in green was even faster!

Every time he thrust out his sword, there was a “ding” sound!
The sword tips touched each other with such precision.

He swung his sword horizontally, and the opponent always managed to parry quickly.

Bi Renxin attacked with his quick sword for more than twenty moves, but all of them were blocked.

"Brother, let's do it together!"

"This son of a bitch must have also practiced the Exorcist Sword Technique, and he must have a sword manual on him!"

"it is good!"

Chi Renchun also roared and drew his sword.

Having two fast swords in front of him should have been extremely dangerous, but what shocked the two was that after twenty consecutive moves, there was almost no difference between this young man resisting one person and resisting two people.

Zhao Rong showed a hint of realization, he had seen through the swordsmanship of the two men.

The Qingcheng Sect's sword manual was incomplete, so they combined the sect's sword techniques with the evil-repelling mental methods they practiced.

The two Qingcheng disciples in front of him used the incomplete skills to circulate dry energy through the Ren and Du meridians to increase speed, which greatly increased the power of the Songfeng sword technique.

He lost interest, and his next sword collided with the opponent's sword again.

This time, the knuckles of one of the Qingcheng disciples burst open and the sword fell out of his hand!

"Ah~!"

Bi Renxin screamed in pain.

His body movements were fast, and his sword was swift, but his internal strength was still as poor as before.

If you encounter an expert who collides swords with each other, you will immediately lose control of your sword.

Facing Zhao Rong, they had no way of avoiding the sword attack.

Chi Renchun, who was standing by, was shocked and stepped back suddenly!
The master had told them about the shortcomings of swordsmanship, and now he knew that the other party was different from himself.

Suddenly a green shadow rushed towards him, his eyes blurred, and then his throat suddenly hurt.

It’s over~~!

He hadn't even raised his sword yet, this was the only thought in his mind.

Bi Renxin followed his senior brother's movements closely, covering his throat despite the pain of the cracked knuckles.

In that instant, there was only one thought left in my mind: What a fast sword!

“Dongdong~~!”

The two men fell to the ground one after another, and there was not even a drop of blood on Zhao Rong's sword.

"It seems that Yu Canghai's sword manual is quite complete."

Zhao Rong muttered something and took out a torn cassock from the chest of one of them.

The above is indeed the content of the Sword Manual of Exorcism.

He took a look at it, then rubbed it hard in his hands, and the shattered robes were thrown away by him.

Master Yu is making a fuss.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of Songfeng Temple in western Sichuan.

Walking all the way from Hengzhou Prefecture, what I saw and heard were mostly about someone having some realizations, or someone failing in a cutting exercise.

It was achieved through cutting training. So far, I have only seen these two, and both are from the Qingcheng Sect.

If you think about it carefully, there were indeed many Qingcheng disciples at the Lin family's ancestral home that day.

Others memorized the Yang score and the Yin score, and wrote down a few sentences in a confused manner. Perhaps more people memorized the Yang score.

These Qingcheng disciples memorized one sentence each and took great advantage.

The Qingcheng disciples were also going crazy. This incomplete score was still far from being invincible in the world, so how could they bear to just cut it off?

The Four Beauties of Qingcheng The Four Sisters of Qingcheng?
When Zhao Rong thought of that scene, he couldn't bear to look at it.

Thinking about the Qingcheng Sect all the way, Zhao Rong headed towards Lin'an again.

His memory is not bad, he made two trips back and forth last time.

Although the city is now decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons, the lookout terraces, flying corridors and tall buildings are still standing there.

The place we stayed was as agreed, Yuelai Inn near West Lake.

On the second day after arriving in Lin'an, someone knocked on the door of the inn where Zhao Rong was staying.

"Big Brother!"

Three Hengshan disciples entered the room and greeted respectfully.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Have you ever visited Meizhuang?"

"I have been there. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I also gave them two jars of osmanthus wine. They said it was a gift from my senior brother."

"Did you accept it?"

"We accepted it. They just asked when you would go to Plum Manor again. We just said we didn't know. They didn't make it difficult for us and sent back some fruits."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly: "Besides that, have I sent you any message?"

"No." The three disciples all shook their heads.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "Pay attention recently. If you have any news, notify me immediately."

"If I were not here, I would have left a letter for you on this table, and you would have known it by looking at it."

"Yes!"

The three of them responded and retreated excitedly.

They are outer disciples of Hengshan. Although they are smart, their martial arts skills are poor.

The opportunity to meet the head master and have a say is extremely rare.

What's more, the leader's eldest senior brother is the Xiaoxiang Sword God who is respected by everyone in the martial arts world!

Zhao Rong glanced in the direction of Meizhuang, wondering whether he should go and visit now.

Forget it, it's not appropriate at this time.

If the four friends could enter Hengshan, that would naturally be wonderful.

Although the disciples in the sect were practicing sword skills and sword formations.

However, there are only a few who can be called Taibao-level masters.

Most of the time, he can only be regarded as a master of the Songshan underworld or a leader of the Tianhe Gang.

After all, the time spent practicing the new sword technique is still too short.

The Hengshan School has a bright future, but it takes time.

Zhao Rong cannot use his own standards to measure ordinary disciples.

However, things were different when a few manor owners arrived.

Regardless of the inheritance, the apparent combat power is greater than these few.

Let’s do as my cousin from Gusu said. Once the four friends have completely given up on Heimu Cliff, I can take them back to Hengshan.

Zhao Rong had only been in Lin'an for five days when he received a letter from his cousin.

The great leader Ren will finally see the light of day again.

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