Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 179 Yin and Yang Creation (8.099k!)
The river is connected in one breath, and it is clear and clear for eternity. The heart of the guest is like the surging waves, and the current events are like the tide.

Lin'an, on the banks of the Qiantang River.

The sky was filled with the river breeze and the waves roared. Ren Woxing, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in the wind by the river, his black hair mixed with white dancing wildly in the wind.

He gazed at the river and saw white birds flying and distant sails returning.

The tides are high in August, but in this late autumn, it is difficult to see the grandeur.

This seems to correspond to his life experience. His most majestic and magnificent tide of the world is no longer audible.

Several years of dreaming about the vast ocean, and now I have an ambitious heart.

"Ah~!!!"

Ren Woxing roared wildly, and his powerful internal force exploded the surrounding river water, but when the next wave came, he could no longer be seen.

“Dad~~!”

Ren Yingying shouted anxiously and took a few steps forward to stand next to her father, hoping to comfort him.

The river water splashed toward the shore, wetting her embroidered shoes, leaving her heels wet.

Ren Woxing seemed not to have heard his daughter's words. He stared at the river and muttered eight words:
"Invincible in the East. Xiaoxiang Sword God"

Xiang Wentian shook his head at the Saint Lady not far away. He knew Master Ren's character very well, and the blow he suffered at this moment was no small feat.

The overlord of the underworld ten years ago finally saw the light of day after a long wait, but he was unexpectedly defeated by a teenager.

And the former enemies and mortal enemies have become such difficult opponents to defeat.

The famous and unique skills that once dominated the world are now restricted everywhere.

For a proud and ambitious hero who wants to dominate the world, this is really unbearable.

Ren Woxing raised his hands and said, "During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Xiaoyao Sect was divided into two branches: Beiming Divine Art and Huagong Dafa. Later, the Dali Duan family and the Xingxiu Sect passed them down separately, and each has its own incompleteness."

"Combining them into one, it is called the Star Absorbing Technique, which is mainly a succession of the Power Transformation Technique."

He exhaled and put down his hands. Although his eyes were looking towards the river, his words were addressed to Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying:
"I have been constantly improving this magical skill, and after decades of practice, I have finally achieved something. I have become so famous that everyone in the martial arts world is terrified. But I have gradually discovered the drawbacks of this magical skill. The more power I absorb, the greater the counterattack force. Sooner or later, I will be burned to death by the poisonous fire."

"In the past ten years in West Lake Prison, I have put a lot of effort into improving my skills, and finally came up with the idea of ​​Fusion Skills."

"Merging different kinds of true qi together, although dangerous, can smooth out loopholes and create new strength."

Ren Yingying looked at her father with heartache, and she had already guessed what he was going to say.

Ren Woxing clenched his fists:
"However, things have changed over time. I never expected that ten years later, this magical skill that I was so proud of and had studied for decades would be broken by the people in the martial arts world."

Xiang Wentian hurriedly said, "Master, don't underestimate yourself. It's hard to find another Sword God in the world. How can you take such a rare and bizarre figure who only appears once in hundreds of years for granted?"

"I have been besieged many times when I was out there. If they were all masters like this, I'm afraid I would never have the chance to see the leader."

What he said made sense, but Ren Woxing said:
"How could I take those gangsters seriously?"

"I practiced this magical skill in order to defeat the most outstanding masters. If they break it, I will be reluctant to give up, but I will not continue to persist."

"I heard that Zuo Lengchan also practices the Ice Qi?"

Xiang Wentian nodded: "Yes, Zuo Lengchan has been hiding this skill, but in the previous battle at Xiaoyaojin, the head of Xuanwu Hall discovered the secret and made it public."

"What a Zuo Lengchan! He is hiding the Ice Qi and is probably going to use it against me."

Ren Woxing suddenly found it funny: "My magic power is restricted, but I won't be tricked by him anymore, which is quite interesting."

"This Xiaoxiang Sword God's skills have reached the level of perfection. If I hadn't personally experienced it today, I wouldn't have believed anything he said."

Xiang Wentian was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his own leader would give him such a high evaluation.

Ren Woxing said: "I used all my strength, but he was able to handle it with ease. It was only when I stabbed his Tianchi acupoint with the last sword that he showed his ability."

"This body of power is pure and powerful. The Star Absorbing Technique cannot do anything to it. It can also transform the alien cold air. Its body movements are as fast as thunder and its sword energy is sharp. If he has the intention to kill, he will not be able to leave Plum Manor today."

"But he has the ambition to preach the gospel to the world, so it's not surprising that he has this ability."

After listening to Ren Woxing's words, they had a clearer understanding of the strength of a certain sword god.

Suddenly, Master Ren looked sideways at his daughter and said, "Yingying."

The girl's eyes were somewhat evasive.

"You know him well?"

Ren Yingying said with a hint of sadness: "Not familiar, my daughter doesn't know him at all."

"He is already a leading figure in the martial arts world, how could he be familiar with a Saint of the Demon Sect like me?"

"Hahaha!"

Ren Woxing laughed when he heard this: "Well, my daughter has finally grown up."

"It seems that your heart is on his side, and even Daddy has to be on guard against him."

Ren Woxing asked again: "Are you worried that I will use him to deal with Dongfang Bubai?"

"Then you underestimate my father. I have been in the underworld for so many years, and my eyes are so sharp. How could I not know who can be used and who cannot be used?"

"Although I have only met this guy once, his sword energy is so sharp that no one can control him."

Ren Yingying quickly responded, "My daughter just met him a few times under a different identity. It's not what you think."

"If the Saint Lady of the Sun Moon Sect spoke to him, he wouldn't listen."

Ren Woxing immediately frowned: "Humph, this kid is really arrogant, he actually looks down on my Sun Moon Divine Sect, it seems he is also one of those hypocritical righteous people."

"I hate those hypocritical people who are sanctimonious the most. Don't associate with them anymore."

When Ren Yingying heard this, her eyebrows immediately turned red and she blushed: "Dad, you don't understand him!"

"He is not the person you said. We are just friends who know each other through music and have nothing to do with the outside world."

Ren Woxing looked at her and instantly saw through all of his daughter's thoughts. He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "Just as I expected."

"But you have set your sights too high this time. If you fall in love with such a person, you will probably suffer in the future."

He wanted to say something else, but the girl turned her head away.

"Dad, this is none of your business."

Master Ren wanted to take care of it, but he really couldn't do it this time.

Firstly, I really can't beat him, and secondly, my daughter becomes a little rebellious when she talks about this boy.

His words didn't work anymore.

The King of Heaven kept his eyes fixed on the river, but his ears perked up and he listened attentively.

However, when Ren Woxing started talking about Black Wood Cliff and Dongfang Bubai again, the topic became heavy.

In the north there is Dongfang Bubai, and in the south there is Xiaoxiang Sword God.

These two men are equally famous, and after seeing the methods of one of them, you will know what the other one is like.

By the Qiantang River, Ren Woxing opened Yangpu again.

He was too lazy to even take a look at the secret books related to the Sunflower Manual.

"To practice this skill, all eight meridians must be open."

He whispered these words, but his voice was dispersed by the tide.

In Ren Woxing's mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the fist fight with those six weirdos.

After the battle at Meizhuang, the dream of the Star-Absorbing Art was completely shattered.

The rest of my life is limited, even if it is decades of obsession, I can let it go after I recognize it clearly.

……

West Lake Plum Village.

Zhao Rong and the four friends from Jiangnan, who were full of emotion, sat back on the waterside pavilion where they had sat before and held another banquet.

The emotions of the four people were like the ebb and flow, constantly rolling during this period of time.

"Brother Zhao, it turns out that you are the Xiaoxiang Sword God."

Dan Qingsheng was able to draw Zhao Rong's portrait without even looking at him, which showed that he was deeply impressed. At this moment, his eyes looked him up and down as if they were meeting for the first time.

Zhao Rong smiled and bowed to the four owners, then picked up the wine glass:

"I had to use a pseudonym. This glass of wine is to make amends to my four friends."

"Eh!"

Huang Zhonggong stood up and pressed down with both hands to push down Zhao Rong's glass of wine.

The other three owners all stood up and said, "Brother Zhao, you really embarrassed us. It is a rare blessing to be able to sit at the same table and drink with the Sword God. How can the four of us deserve to apologize or not?"

"Yes!"

"If Brother Zhao doesn't mind, let's drink together as friends."

"Come!"

Zhao Rong raised his glass without any further ado.

The four owners of the manor also raised their glasses, drank it all in one gulp, and then showed their empty glasses, each with a smile on their face.

Dan Qingsheng stroked his beard and said leisurely:

"The autumn wind is strong now. People say that when you are in a good mood, you can express your feelings with the wind. Now the four of us are drinking with the Sword God of the World. We are full of emotions. When the wind blows across the north and south, we can express our feelings freely in the rivers and lakes. This is the beauty of life. I will have no regrets even if I die."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Bald Pen Man shouted "wonderful" three times in a row and drank three cups of wine in a row. All kinds of emotions were brewing in his heart. He was just one step away from writing on the wall again.

After a few more drinks, Zhao Rong asked directly:

"What are the future plans of the four owners?"

The four friends from Jiangnan didn't say anything at first, and all looked at him.

Huang Zhong said: "I have died once today, my mind is confused, I want to listen to your arrangements."

"That's right." The other three owners agreed.

Zhao Rong straightened his expression and said, "To be honest, I am from the Hengshan Sect. Since the four friends have already decided to quit, and now they can't stay in Meizhuang anymore, why don't you return to Yancheng with me?"

"I don't think Heimuya would dare to come to Hengshan to cause trouble."

Huang Zhonggong suddenly realized: "No wonder you know all kinds of tunes."

"I have heard of many great qin music masters in Hengyang and have long been fascinated by them. Unfortunately, the four of us are all disabled and I am afraid we will not survive the Dragon Boat Festival next year."

"Going to Hengshan would only be a burden to you, my friend."

What he was talking about was naturally the Three Corpses Brain Pill.

"Yes."

Danqingsheng, Heibaizi and Tubiweng each sighed.

The three looked at Zhao Rong.

"How could we not be willing to go back to Hengyang with Brother Zhao? But our broken bodies are only a nuisance and are of no great use. Blackwood Cliff will target Hengshan Sect because of this, which will be a burden to you."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's okay, as long as you don't think my Hengshan Temple is too small."

Seeing that he was inviting them sincerely and was not just being polite, the four friends from Jiangnan looked at each other.

Dan Qingsheng smiled carefreely: "It doesn't matter where you die. Since Brother Zhao really doesn't mind, I will be buried in Xiaoxiang."

"Being able to fight with the Sword God and drink with him before dying is truly a joy in life."

Hei Baizi and Tu Bi Weng looked at Huang Zhonggong and asked, "What do you think, brother?"

Huang Zhong said: "I should have died today. Living a few more months is a great advantage. If you don't mind, we will go south to Yancheng and Hengshan to disturb you."

"Okay!" The three of them responded without any more hesitation.

Zhao Rong saw that they were ready to die and said quickly:
"My four friends, I will find a way to cure the poison of the Three Corpses Brain Pill. I will definitely have a cure before the Dragon Boat Festival next year."

The four friends from Jiangnan all looked at him.

Zhao Rong didn't need to explain, he just raised his glass.

The four of them were silent for a while, and Dan Qingsheng sighed: "Brother Zhao, there are so many things in the world, and life is too complicated to describe. Dan Qingsheng is lucky to know you."

Zhao Rong clinked glasses with him and said, "I just hope Mr. Dan won't send me any more freehand landscape paintings. It's better to get rid of the sentiment of "the world is far away and we will never meet again."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone knew he was talking about the painting "Lan, Bamboo and Rocks", and they all laughed.

Everyone drank the wine and forgot all their sorrows.

Huang Zhong Gong flourished and Guangling San sounded again.

Heibaizi raised his glass and jumped onto the top of Plum Manor. The black and white in front of his eyes faded away, and he saw the colorful world outside Plum Manor.

Danqing depicts sword dancing, sword chanting accompanied by autumn wind, freehand waves, rustling and rustling, to boost the sword god's wine mood.

Bald Pen Man drank three jars of wine in a row, but did not use his internal energy to suppress the alcohol. At this time, the judge dipped his pen into ink, but did not write General Pei's poem.

"Lanling's fine wine brings tulips, and the jade bowl holds amber light."

"But if the host can make his guests drunk, they will not know that they are away from home."

Li Bai, Traveling and writing in a foreign land, I was so drunk that I couldn't tell the directions, let alone where my hometown was.

Bald Pen Man wrote on a wall of cursive script, expressing the thoughts of the four friends.

In the Plum Manor for ten years, the plum trees have blossomed and faded. They are brilliant and they wither, but no one outside the manor knows about them.

As long as the four friends leave the village, the fragrance of plum blossoms in the twelfth month will surround Xiaoxiang.

The four friends decided to head south, and thirteen other farmhands from the village accompanied them.

Among them are the five-way divine command and the one-word electric sword.

These thirteen people are all martial arts masters who live in seclusion here. They did not take the Three Corpses Brain Pill. They are either repaying a favor or have been following the four owners of the manor.

On that day, Ren Woxing escaped from Meizhuang, except for the farmhands who died in the battle.

The rest of the people who knew that the Four Friends of Jiangnan were in imminent disaster had already left in advance.

Those who can stay at this time are all sincere people who have abandoned life and death and accompany the four manor owners to the end.

There are many martial arts secrets in Meizhuang.

Zhao Rong was in a very good mood and felt that the Hengshan School's foundation had instantly increased a lot.

Everyone packed up their valuables. Zhao Rong called on the Hengshan disciples to come and help, and prepared to leave Meizhuang and go to Xiaoxiang.

The twenty-seventh day of Ren Woxing’s final farewell to the cage.

Zhao Rong found an excuse to explore the underground of West Lake. Four manor owners led the way, and they discovered the mantra of the Star-Absorbing Art in the place where Ren Woxing was imprisoned.

Hei Baizi was obsessed with this kung fu earlier.

But now this obsession is completely gone, even if Master Ren himself uses the Star Absorbing Technique, he will be beaten into a state of losing his temper.

It can be seen that this is not an invincible method at all.

The night before leaving Lin'an.

Zhao Rong sat in front of a lamp, carefully reading the recorded Star-Absorbing Technique.

He didn't want to learn it, he just wanted to understand the principles of this martial art.

Before practicing this Star Absorbing Technique, one must first disperse the internal energy. The method of dispersing the internal energy is extremely complicated. Once the internal energy accidentally goes astray, it is very easy to go astray.

“The Dantian is always like an empty box, and always like a deep valley.”

He recited the essence of this technique, meaning that the internal force absorbed into the body is not in the Dantian, but is stored in the meridians of the body.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ponder, the Bei Ming Divine Art was known to be as vast as the sea, and it could transform all the true Qi absorbed into the body into Bei Ming true Qi.

This Star Absorbing Technique is obviously inferior.

There are differences in true qi, and they cannot be transformed into each other. When they conflict with each other in the body, they will lead to the disadvantages of different kinds of true qi.

Although his internal strength is profound, he still needs to devote his energy to suppressing these true energies, so as to avoid them from interweaving into a poisonous fire that attacks the heart.

Thinking about it deeply, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

Even if there is no true Qi in the Dantian and it is like a deep valley, not all true Qi can be absorbed.

Zuo Lengchan also created his own secret method of hiding his internal strength, which could also resist the Star Absorbing Technique, preventing Ren Woxing from absorbing anything.

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly.

If the great leader Ren had not been so obsessed with studying the Star-Absorbing Art which had so many flaws, perhaps he could have achieved a higher level.

but
In front of the oil lamp, Zhao Rong's eyes flashed slightly.

This method of absorbing people's abilities gave him some inspiration.

"Always like a deep valley. Always like a deep valley"

Zhao Rong sat down cross-legged, put his palms together, and suddenly pointed one to the sky and the other to the ground.

The two streams of true qi in the body are transformed and enter the dantian.

The two streams of true energy were extremely cold, one came from the Xuantian Finger, and the other came from the Frost Force.

He is probably the only one in the world who can refine these two cold energies at the same time.

At this moment, the true energy converged, and Zhao Rong's face slightly showed the color of ice jade.

This is a portrayal of the condensation of the most yin and cold true energy. At the moment when the most yin and cold energy is condensed, he uses the method of transforming yin into yang that he has learned before to give birth to the most yang energy.

The icy jade color on his face turned into fiery red.

At this time, practice the second extreme yin energy and combine it with the extreme yang energy just now.

Zhao Rong had tried it before, but he didn’t know what to do next.

At this time, the four words "constant like a deep valley" inspired him greatly. The yin and yang energies blended and swirled, forming a cyclone!

The cyclone is as deep as a valley, and suddenly a suction force is inhaled and exhaled in the Dantian, but its effect is internal.

Zhao Rong suddenly had a strange feeling.

This extremely yin energy is the origin. As the suction force becomes stronger, it seems that in a certain moment, my face and body have turned into a piece of ice that will not melt for a thousand years.

It seems to stay there!
this.
He was shocked and quickly stopped practicing.

I felt a sense of familiarity with the technique I had figured out.

What happened? While practicing, it became similar to Mingyu Gong?

That feeling of stillness, could it be that youth is eternal?
This set of skills that he had figured out seemed to have been imprinted in his mind.

When Zhao Rong was in seclusion before, he had already felt like he was about to develop his internal energy. Now, as long as he went into seclusion again, there would be no problem in developing this internal energy.

But when the Yin-Yang cyclone was formed, he felt something else in his heart.

……

It was a very quiet night.

In the flower and bird boudoir at Heimu Cliff, Dongfang Bubai never puts his book down.

He stood in front of a solitary lamp filled with the scent of powder, looking up at the moonlit sky, and slowly chanted in a seductive tone:

"Heaven and man are born, and all things grow"

In Plum Garden at West Lake, Zhao Rong sat cross-legged.

He didn't know what time it was in the middle of the night when he woke up from his cross-legged sitting position and saw a tiny light in front of him.

The calm lake in my heart was stirred by waves, and the lights trembled slightly at his voice:
"Yin and Yang create everything."

……

After the rain, the sky clears up and the cool autumn wind continues.

The four friends from Jiangnan stepped onto the bluestone road and looked back at Meizhuang, as if they were looking at the past ten years, and also as if they were looking at the first half of their lives.

"Don't worry about the journey of thousands of miles, the wind will come when it comes."

Danqingsheng smiled freely and carefreely.

Huang Zhonggong was in the plum forest outside. He broke off a branch and carried it with him. He carried a Yaoqin on his back, his white beard fluttering in the wind, and his face looked haggard and pale, with a hint of rosy color.

The water of West Lake, the wind of West Lake, and the Broken Bridge are in my sight. I used to find it hard to appreciate this scene, a square pavilion, and a fishing gull. How can I look at it the same way now?

"Big brother, second brother, third brother. Brother Zhao!"

Dan Qingsheng shouted, "Let's go."

"Hahaha!"

Tu Bi Weng laughed loudly: "The world is vast, and there is no end to the journey."

Hei Baizi nodded and smiled, "As the saying goes, when you go to Meizhuang and come to Xiaoxiang, life is full of moving chess pieces."

Huang Zhonggong stroked his beard and sighed: "I have grown older again."

Zhao Rong stood beside Huang Zhonggong and said with a smile:

"When a glass of wine is finished, the jar is still full. No matter how old he is, he will have to drink more. It is another journey in the rivers and lakes. People never grow old, only their minds grow old."

"wonderful!"

The four friends shouted and were about to leave.

Suddenly, a pair of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

But the person who came was dressed in white, with a face as beautiful as a cold plum. She was extremely beautiful, and her dress gave her a touch of ancient charm. It was a pity that she didn't let down Yaoqin at this time, otherwise she would have looked like she had walked out of a painting.

The four Jiangnan friends smiled and said to Zhao Rong:

"Brother Zhao, you go ahead and talk. We'll be waiting for you out front."

"One step ahead."

Before Zhao Rong could react, the four of them left with the farmhands.

The girl deliberately slowed down her pace and waited until the person was gone before she moved forward.

Zhao Rong smiled and asked, "How is your father?"

"He's a good guy, but he was really irritated by you," Ren Yingying said, "Besides."

She hesitated a little: "Thank you for holding back."

"You're welcome. I held back so that Mr. Ren could contain Heimuya, not because of what my cousin said."

Hearing him say this, the girl was delighted and smiled.

"this is for you."

She took out a porcelain bottle and gestured in the direction of the Four Friends of Jiangnan: "There are some elixirs here that can cure Dongfang Bubai's Three Corpses Brain Pill."

When Zhao Rong heard what the leader said that day, he thought he was just speaking casually.

"Where did it come from?"

"A famous doctor who kills people."

Zhao Rong nodded and accepted the porcelain bottle: "Thank you."

He then reminded casually: "Advise your father not to go to Blackwood Cliff. He... um, is not as good as Dongfang Bubai."

Ren Yingying hummed, not wanting to dwell on this issue.

She bravely looked at the face of a certain sword god, and felt that his charm seemed to have increased a bit.

And I feel a little empty.

"Are you going back to Yancheng?"

"Yes."

Ren Yingying really wanted to ask, "When can we meet again?", or simply arrange a day to meet and chat about Guangling San.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Last time there was a secret book called "Xuantian Finger", but now there is not even the secret book.

"If you have nothing to do, then I will leave. See you next time."

"You, you go."

She turned her head and found that the young man in blue bowed to her and said goodbye, then turned and left without stopping.

Damn boy, are you really leaving?!

She bit her thin lips lightly, her pretty face showing anger. She had never suffered such injustice before.

But as he watched the figure walking away, the anger on his face disappeared, and a hint of loss appeared in his eyes, which made me feel pity for him.

Ren Yingying kept staring at him but never called him.

Even if that person is at the end of Merlin, he will disappear.

Just when her eyes were filled with mist and she was about to swear never to see him again, the nasty boy suddenly turned around.

"Hey, cousin."

He added: "In a remote area south of the Yangtze River, by the shore of Lake Tai."

These eight words were like a ray of light shining in her heart.

Ren Yingying laughed in anger, and then responded with a hint of anger: "Stinky cousin, Gusu Yanziwu"

After saying that, she took off the long sword from her waist and threw it hard in the direction of the green-clothed figure.

But the man in green flashed past and disappeared at the end of Merlin, leaving only a faint laugh in the air.

She walked over and picked up the sword, muttering "shameless little thief" but with a smile on her face, the emptiness in her heart disappeared completely.

Even if all the plum blossoms in the plum forest were in full bloom at this moment, they would not be as beautiful and bright as the girl's face.

Because of the longed-for Jiangnan style, the beauty of the banks of Taihu Lake, the piano music of Suzhou Yanziwu, the beauty of every place, lake and song, are all dissolved in that smile and the call of "cousin".

……

It was mid-winter when Zhao Rong led his four friends from Jiangnan back to Yancheng from Lin'an.

To the west of Hengyang, is Luosu Wharf.

As soon as Mei Zhuang and his group got off the boat, disciples from Hengshan came to greet them.

When the Four Friends from Jiangnan saw that the Hengshan disciples were full of high spirits, they knew that this was a sign of the sect's prosperity.

But it is normal, after all, there is a sword god who is as famous as the best in the world.

Dan Qingsheng walked out of Meizhuang and got rid of the poison in his body. He felt so relaxed.

I painted six paintings on the way south, and I had a smile on my face every day.

"It is said that Hengyang, ninety miles from Hengshan Mountain, has the most beautiful scenery in Chu, and it is a good place."

"Hahaha."

"My fourth brother is in a good mood, and he says wherever he goes is a good place."

Hei Baizi said: "But this place is indeed blessed with outstanding people, otherwise it would be impossible for a sword god to be born."

Tu Bi Weng smiled and said, "Without the Sword God, who can cut off the shackles on us?"

"Why bother talking about the past?" Zhao Rong stood beside Huang Zhonggong and pointed at Yancheng with a smile, "Please follow me into the mountain gate. I have always been a guest in Meizhuang, and I will be the master today."

"please!"

"Please~!"

Zhao Rong invited them, and the four friends from Jiangnan invited them again. Although they were good friends, they would not be too arrogant, so they naturally invited the Sword God first.

Even if Dongfang Bubai came here, he would walk in a row with the Sword God.

The Hengshan disciples who came to greet them accompanied them, and also followed by the guests from Meizhuang.

Seeing all this grand ceremony along the way, the martial artists in Yancheng were extremely excited.

Everyone knows who the man in green in front is.

"I have been in Yancheng for half a year, and this is the first time I have seen the true appearance of the Sword God!"

At a roadside tavern, a man carrying a sword was so excited that he couldn't even hold his wine bowl. "How young! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe."

The local warrior proudly replied:
"Don't underestimate Xiaoxiang Sword God's young age. Among all the major sects of the righteous path, even if you include Shaolin and Wudang, which one can rank ahead of the Sword God?"

"Don't even think about finding one."

"How did the Fuzhou Fuwei Escort Agency survive? They relied on the powerful sword energy of the Sword God that no one dared to challenge. Aren't Shaolin and Wudang also present? Who cares whether the Lin family lives or dies?"

"Hero Zhao is a true hero!"

"That's right!" Someone responded, "The leader of the righteous path is undoubtedly Xiaoxiang Sword God!"

"..."

There were many voices of praise along the way. After Zhao Rong and his party passed by, the wine shops and tea houses were extremely lively, and everyone was discussing what big event had happened.

As soon as the four friends from Jiangnan arrived, the Hengshan School naturally became extremely lively.

The sect had made preparations in advance and held a grand banquet to welcome the Four Friends from Jiangnan and the friends from Meizhuang, and to celebrate the return of the young master.

In the Hengshan Hall, the people sitting at the main table are no longer as deserted as they were in the past.

At the top is Mr. Mo Da, the master of the contemporary sword god.

Today, not only Uncle Lu and Uncle Fang came, but even Master Liu San was present in person.

Also present were Mr. Gu and the Four Friends from Jiangnan.

Including Zhao Rong, there are ten people at the table.

There are fourteen true disciples of Hengshan behind him, nearly two hundred inner disciples, and several sword-practicing geniuses in the new generation.

There are old and young people, and the prosperous scene can be seen with the naked eye.

The rise of the Hengshan Sect was already anticipated by all the major sects in the martial arts world.

This fourteenth-generation leader was only eighteen years old, but he was already a master who could reach the top.

It is conceivable that this strength will not decline for a half century or even longer.

Those top sects with profound heritage can only temporarily avoid the Sword God's edge.

The Four Friends from Jiangnan were also very surprised. They didn't expect that in addition to Mr. Mo Da, the Hengshan School also had a Mr. Gu who was an expert in swordsmanship.

Lu Lianrong looked at the scene in the hall, his yellow eyes filled with smiles.

He and Zhao Rong drank several cups in a row, and it was rare for him to clink glasses with Mr. Mo Da.

of course
This is not to agree with his pessimism, but to be grateful for his sharp eyes and for taking in the right disciple.

Mr. Mo Da looked down upon the ancestral temple and was awarded the title of "Master of the Sword God" when he was old. He won such a comeback that he even knocked out the old master of Hengshan Mountain.

"Master."

Zhao Rong toasted Mr. Mo Da, and Mr. Mo Da stared at his disciple with great satisfaction.

A decade of sorrow and joy is just a foreshadowing, and a song of joy is yet to come.

During the dinner, Mr. Liu San and Mr. Huang Zhong had a very pleasant conversation. They were both studying Guangling San, and they were really close friends.

After the Four Friends of Jiangnan joined the Hengshan School, the artistic atmosphere became even stronger.

It seems that in addition to the study of folk art, there are also calligraphy, painting, chess, and the sculptures of the old sculptor, which really makes a hundred flowers bloom.

According to what the Four Friends from Jiangnan expressed, they entered Hengshan and also wanted to recruit disciples and leave behind their legacy.

He even integrated all his learning into his sect.

This is the reward for Zhao Rong.

The skills of playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all require one to calm down and learn them.

It just so happens that the more you concentrate on practicing our sect's "Zhen Yue Jue", the better the effect.

Therefore, the auras of the Four Friends of Jiangnan and the Hengshan School are naturally compatible and quite harmonious.

Zhao Rong didn't think there was anything wrong with it. These artistic tunes were part of our heritage, and we just had to distinguish the main from the secondary.

He really likes the atmosphere of the sect.

As for the "Zhen Yue Jue" internal energy technique, it seemed to him that it was not difficult to improve it at this point.

Zhao Rong already had an idea in mind that could raise the upper limit of these arts of calligraphy, chess, and painting.

……

After the dinner, Mr. Liu San found Zhao Rong to discuss important matters.

"Uncle Master, are you here today for the Grand Master?"

Zhao Rong asked jokingly.

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "Mr. Huang is a master of qin music. When it comes to discussing tunes and playing music with him, I am also very excited."

"I have made an appointment with him. Please come to my house some other day and we will play the zither for Ji Kang together."

Zhao Rong saw that he was in high spirits and didn't find it strange at all.

"My nephew, your achievements today really shock me. I never thought I could be called the Sword God. You are more powerful than me who has practiced martial arts all my life."

Mr. Liu grinned and said, "So it's true that I'm obsessed with playing music. This is God's will."

"As for martial arts, it's enough for me, nephew, to practice it."

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and said, "Uncle Master, please don't pass these ideas on."

"Haha, that's natural."

Mr. Liu stroked his beard and said, "But the main reason I came here today is to look for you."

"Retire from the underworld?" Zhao Rong had already figured it out.

"Yes," Mr. Liu San asked, "If I send out invitations to many people, will there be any trouble?"

"You know, now that I'm benefiting from you, I'm afraid I'll attract more guests."

Zhao Rong smiled confidently: "No trouble."

"Uncle Master, you can wash your hands. Even if Dongfang Bubai comes here and wants to overturn the golden basin, he still has to pass me."

In an instant, two rounds of applause rang out continuously.

In addition to Uncle Liu San, there was also Uncle Teacher Fang Qianju who came to join in the fun.

The two uncles praised with laughter: "Master nephew is so awesome!"

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