Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 185: The vicissitudes of life (8.224k!)
Feng Buping's words shocked many people in the Liu family.

They looked at Feng Buping, then at Mr. Gu, and then at the green-clothed sword god in the courtyard.

With so many top masters, the power of Hengshan School is hard to estimate.

Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly showed a hint of eagerness that was not there before, and he said in a gentle voice:

"Since Mr. Feng is willing, then he can stay here temporarily. If he wants to leave someday, no one in Hengshan will stop him."

Feng Buping cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."

His internal energy was severely depleted at this time, and his breath was extremely unstable, sometimes long and sometimes short.

Immediately, several Hengshan disciples came up and took him to a quiet place.

The Huashan couple stared at his receding back, but Feng Buping never looked back at them from beginning to end.

Master Fang Zheng said softly, "Amitabha."

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Unfortunately, this shore is not in the Buddha, but in the sword.

After a fierce battle between several top masters, all the martial artists were in a trance and had no intention of continuing the fight.

The wind from the Dragon Boat Festival brought a scent of mugwort, which swept over the weapons inserted in the courtyard and blew the iron horses on the eaves.

The crisp sound woke them up a little. After their eyes wandered, they followed the figure in green and saw him heading towards the main hall with the Huashan couple.

There is always a gap between what you hear with your ears and what you see with your eyes.

The Sword God is the best in the world in terms of sword skills, and he can also suppress the world with his sword.

There is only one like him in the world, there is no second one!

From then on, Xiaoxiang Sword God left a deep and clear mark in their hearts.

This mark is destined to be engraved for a lifetime.

The sound of firecrackers rang out again outside Liu's mansion, and the banquet to celebrate his retirement from evil officially began.

Because of the weapons, all the seats in the center of the courtyard were moved outwards.

The disciples in Liu's mansion directed the cooks, servants and guests, and they were busy inside and outside.

At this time, the martial arts people gathered together, making a lot of noise, and almost all of them were discussing the fight that had just happened.

There were several tables in the main hall, and sitting at them were the core members of various major sects. Any one of them would be a well-known figure in the martial arts world.

Almost all of the people at the first table were the leaders of various major sects. This was truly a gathering of great talents.

Faced with such a big scene, Mr. Liu Sanye, as the head of the family, was not panicked at all.

There's no way, I'm just too confident.

As soon as the banquet started, there was no trace of strange expression on Zuo Lengchan's face, instead he kept laughing heartily.

It seemed that he, as the patriarch of the Five Mountains, was also very happy that Hengshan had sent a man who was so powerful that he could dominate the world with his sword.

"Xiaoxiang Sword God is feared by the world. I have just revealed a person like Junior Brother Zhao. There is no need to be afraid of Dongfang Bubai anymore."

"When the Demon Cult hears about this sword fight, they will be like ants on a hot pot and will not dare to act recklessly again."

"In this way, the martial arts world will be peaceful, which is really a great thing."

Zuo Lengchan stood up and raised his glass to Zhao Rong, saying with a smile: "Zuo dares to drink another glass with the Sword God of the time."

Zhao Rong also stood up and raised his glass, looking into Zuo Lengchan's eyes and said, "Master Zuo, you are too polite. The state of the martial arts world and whether it is peaceful or not does not depend on one person, but on many martial arts friends and even more on all of you fellow practitioners."

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their glasses, and those who didn't drink alcohol drank water instead.

When the banquet was in full swing, the sound of piano music was heard in Liu's mansion.

The voice came from the inner palace, but was heard clearly by all the people in the martial arts world.

Zhao Rong was very familiar with this tune.

He couldn't help but look at Uncle Liu. The Third Master glanced at him, stroked his beard and smiled leisurely.

Some people played the piano, some played the flute, and some sang happily.

It was the laughter of the vast ocean
The mountains and rivers are smiling, the mist and rain are far away, and the waves have washed away all the beauty of the mundane world.
The breeze laughs, causing loneliness
There is still a glimmer of evening light left in the heroic spirit.
As the tune became more intense, Mr. Liu San's smile became even more intense.

The same was true for Qu Zhiyin, who was plucking the strings of a zither deep in Liu's mansion.

Love and hate, right and wrong, all entanglements will disappear here.

The vicissitudes of life in the world are all like passing clouds.

The melody and singing reached everyone's ears
Mr. Mo Da glanced at Liu Zhengfeng and closed his eyes slightly.

Lu Lianrong couldn't help but shake his head.

Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu looked towards the source of the sound.

The person on the Golden Summit is physically in Liu's Mansion, but his heart is in Emei Mountain.

Zuo Lengchan and Zhao Rong looked at each other and continued to drink.

The leader of the Beggars' Sect, Jie Feng, looked at Bai Hongzi who was standing beside him. Bai Hongzi was muttering "There are so many beauties in this earthly world". The leader of Kongtong Sect kept his eyes on Zhao Rong.

Yu Canghai in the main hall seemed to be unable to hear any sound, and was still thinking about the highest realm of Qingcheng Patriarch and Songfeng Sword Technique.

Zhen Shanzi couldn't hear the music or singing either, as he was on his way back to Kunlun.

The two masters of the Divine Fist woke up from their coma. They had no interest in the tune and immediately went to practice the Divine Fist. They fainted again amid the exclamations of the Kongtong disciples.

Yue Buqun's eyes flickered slightly, but after looking at Zhao Rong, he smiled bitterly for a moment and then calmed down completely.

Master Dingxian and Taoist Tianmen congratulated Liu Zhengfeng together: "Junior Brother Liu, congratulations."

Liu Zhengfeng stood up, dragged his sleeves and raised his glass: "Thank you, friends."

Everyone replied "Congratulations".

Uncle Liu San was all smiles and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The banquet came to an end, and so did this grand gathering of the martial arts world. Many martial artists said goodbye and left one after another.

They come from all over the world, and will surely spread what they saw today to every corner of the world.

Many people clasped their fists and bowed from a distance before leaving.

Although they had no chance to talk with the Sword God in person, they had heard many martial arts truths at the Hengshan Sword Contest today.

The Sword God's sword can generate all kinds of magic. By comparing the two swords and correcting their mistakes, the sword God can reveal the essence of the sword, which has opened the eyes of countless people.

Only then did I realize that what I had learned before was wrong, and I became clear about the way forward.

Most people in the martial arts world have a sense of shame. Their intentions for coming to Yancheng were not so pure. They did not expect that the Sword God's guidance of the world would benefit them a lot. They felt grateful and ashamed.

After noon, Yu Canghai didn't want to stay here any longer, so he led the Qingcheng Sect to say goodbye.

They walked all the way to the west pier of the city.

When they came, they wanted to show off their swordsmanship in front of heroes all over the world and enhance the reputation of Qingcheng Sect, but when they left, they looked quite embarrassed.

The short Taoist couldn't help but look towards Yancheng. The figure of the Qingcheng Patriarch was still lingering in his mind.

"Master, can Songfeng Sword Technique really be practiced to that level?"

The four Qingcheng sisters who had lost their swords surrounded Yu Canghai, their eyes full of anxiety.

How could Yu Canghai not understand their intentions: "Don't even mention your great master, even your great master doesn't have this level of skill."

"Master also hates this Xiaoxiang Sword God, but his ability is very high. It is impossible for ordinary people to follow his path. Otherwise, why is there only this one Sword God in the world, and why does it take so many years for one to appear?"

The four Qingcheng sisters breathed a sigh of relief.

From this point of view, the two taels of meat are not considered to be in vain.

Yu Canghai comforted him again:
"But we can imitate Feng Buping's approach. When we return to Songfeng Temple, we will continue to study the Book of Exorcism Sword. Sooner or later, we will be able to comprehend its essence."

"Yes!"

Yu Canghai felt mixed emotions as he led a group of disciples towards Songfeng Temple.

There are fewer and fewer people from the martial arts world in the Liu Mansion, but Yancheng is becoming more and more lively.

By the time the people in the mansion gradually spread the news, the Hengzhou martial arts world was in an uproar!

In front of the Liu residence, Kongtong Sect Leader Bai Hongzi once again clasped his fists to express his gratitude to Zhao Rong. What he was thanking him for was naturally the magical fist technique.

As if they were sensing something from somewhere, the two old men of Divine Fist who were being carried on the door panel suddenly woke up.

They struggled to open their bloodshot eyes, tilted their heads to look at Zhao Rong, and spoke with difficulty:
"We have practiced Xuankong Divine Fist for decades, but have never come into contact with such essence."

"The Sword God's words are as if our sect's founder has returned. If we hadn't experienced it ourselves, we would never have believed it even if we died."

"We are very proud of this set of boxing skills and have always been complacent about it, but we didn't expect that we would become frogs in the well."

"Dare to ask."

"May I ask if the Sword God has any other ideas?"

The two old men of Shenquan seemed to be relying on their willpower to hold on. After one of them finished speaking, he would take a breath, and the other would continue speaking. Only in this way could they complete their words.

Zhao Rong recalled for a moment, then slowly said:
"The five elements regulate yin and yang, damaging the heart, lungs and liver. The essence is hidden and lost, and the three burners are in a trance. The soul flies away."

He recited the formula very calmly.

When the others heard what they heard, it was reflected in their thoughts for a moment. When it reached the ears of the two elders, Bai Hongzi and Shen Quan, it instantly caused a huge wave in their hearts!
"admire!"

“I admire you so much~!”

"The Sword God's kindness should be engraved on the Kongtong Mountain Stone Tablet. The Xuankong Sect will always remember his kindness!"

The two old men of the Divine Fist spoke, each laughed loudly, and fainted again.

As the leader of a sect, Bai Hongzi bowed with his hands clasped. If Zhao Rong hadn't helped him, he would have continued to bow.

After the Kongtong Sect left.

The Master Jinding of the Emei Sect also bowed and said goodbye together with Taoists Songya and Songwen.

"We are devoted to swordsmanship and have decided to practice swordsmanship in seclusion in the mountains. We pray that the Sword God will come to Emei Mountain. Our sect will open the gates and welcome you."

Zhao Rong smiled and bowed: "I'm sorry I can't see you off."

"Farewell~!"

The Emei group also left Yancheng.

After the meal, Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu chatted with Zhao Rong for a while and invited him to visit Mount Wudang and Mount Shaoshi respectively.

The two leaders of the major sects were extremely polite, without any airs of seniority, and treated each other as equals.

Zhao Rong naturally would not make enemies with them, but he was on guard in his heart. He only said that he would visit them later, but did not mention a specific deadline.

As soon as Fang Zheng Chongxu led the Shaolin and Wudang people away, the Songshan School also said goodbye and left.

"Why don't Master Zuo stay in Hengyang for a few more days?"

Zhao Rong stared at Zuo Lengchan and said, "We are of the same bloodline as the Five Mountains Sword Sect, so we should get closer to each other."

"That's how it should be, but we are still fighting the Demon Cult on Zhengzhou Avenue. Suddenly I remembered an important matter. Since Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu didn't go far, I caught up with them and discussed it with them."

Zuo Lengchan smiled and said, "Next time, my nephew, you come to Shengguan Peak, I will definitely serve you the best wine."

He sighed again: "After listening to a song at Liu's house today, I finally understood why Junior Brother Liu wanted to retire from martial arts."

"The ups and downs of life, gratitude and resentment, are really tiring."

"Oh? Master Zuo is also going to retire from the underworld?"

Zuo Lengchan sighed, looking depressed, his eyes fixed on Zhao Rong's face: "With my nephew here, Hengshan Sect can rest easy, and Junior Brother Liu can naturally retire. Once I retire, no one in Songshan Sect will be able to support me."

"But Zuo knows that he is far inferior to you. Now that Hengshan is thriving, the prosperity of the Five Mountains Sword Sect will depend on me, nephew."

"When the Five Mountains Alliance is held again, I will step down as leader."

"With the Sword God as our leader, who would dare to look down upon our Five Mountains Sword Sect in the future?"

Zhao Rong did not respond, but only said: "Master Zuo, take care on your journey."

"Okay, farewell."

This scene in front of Liu's mansion naturally caught the eyes of many people in the martial arts world.

The people from Songshan School naturally did not dare to stay in Hengyang, and it was safer for them to follow Wudang and Shaolin on their way back.

The days when they ran rampant are long gone.

Today, the southern martial arts world is a den of dragons and tigers for the Songshan School.

To the west of Yancheng, Ding Mian was not quite sure what Alliance Leader Zuo was thinking:

"Senior Brother Zuo, are you really going to give up the position of leader?"

Several guards pricked up their ears and listened.

There was no trace of dejection or sadness on Zuo Lengchan's face.

"The Taishan, Hengshan, and Huashan sects have all moved towards Hengshan, and my title as the leader of Songshan is now in name only. However, this matter is not that simple."

"My fellow apprentice brothers, we have worked so hard and endured so much of our lives. Are you willing to just give up like this?"

Ding Mian said sternly: "We all came out of swords and guns, how can we give up!"

Lu Bai, Fei Bin and Zhong Zhen also nodded.

Zuo Lengchan frowned, "A Sword God, Feng Buping, and an old man named Gu, these three are difficult to deal with. Add in masters like Mo Da and Huang Zhonggong, and the Hengshan Sect is no longer something that my Songshan Sect can handle."

He spoke out the reality that none of the guards were willing to face, and Lu Bai and the others instantly looked dazed.

They worked hard for decades, but they didn't expect to be overtaken by others in such a short time.

Then Zuo Lengchan said: "Huashan is also unexpected. Yue Buqun actually has an uncle who is still alive."

"According to what Fang Zheng said, Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is also difficult to guess."

"Nine Swords of Dugu, so powerful."

He snorted, and said in a slightly complicated tone: "It's a pity that I don't have such martial arts in Songshan."

"If Linghu Chong uses this sword technique, I'm afraid there are few people in Songshan who can compete with him."

Upon hearing this, the guards felt even more heavy-hearted.

They couldn't help but look at Senior Brother Zuo.

Just like back then, when the Songshan Sect was confused, Senior Brother Zuo was their direction.

suddenly
Zuo Lengchan showed a hint of a cold smile:
"There is always a way out. Liu Fu's tune is good, and the lyrics are even better."

“As they say”

"Who will win or lose, God knows!"

……

People from the three sects of Mount Tai, Mount Heng and Mount Hua were all kept in Liu's mansion. It is not easy for friends to meet each other, so we should make the most of it.

After Zhao Rong greeted them, he handed the task of entertaining the guests to Master Mo and Uncle Lu.

In the evening, Liu Zhengfeng took Zhao Rong all the way to the central courtyard.

He pointed at the weapons stuck in the ground and felt his scalp tingling.

"Brother, please take all these away. I am upset when I see them."

Zhao Rong smiled teasingly: "Isn't this good? On the day when Master Uncle retires from martial arts, we all unsheathe our swords here, which implies his intention to retire."

"Eh~!"

Liu Zhengfeng waved his sleeves and said, "It won't be long before everyone in the martial arts world knows that you are the best swordsman in the world, and they will also know that those masters lost their weapons in my house."

"Although I am very popular, I am also troubled by many things."

"Most of these famous people are martial arts fanatics, and they might even want to come and compete with each other. They might even leave some lessons for the younger generation, such as going to Hengshan to challenge and retrieve the lost sword."

"There will be a lot of visitors to my house, who will come to see the swords these people have lost."

"It's so annoying!"

Seeing that he was frowning, Zhao Rong stopped joking.

"Then have someone pull them out and plug them all into the Tianzhu Divine Peak."

"That's how it should be."

Only then did Mr. Liu San nodded with satisfaction.

He had wanted to do this in his heart for a long time, but he knew clearly why these swords fell to the ground, and no one could touch them unless the young master asked.

The people from the Hengshan School acted quickly.

After Zhao Rong made the arrangements, someone came to clean up immediately.

Feng Buping's sword was also among them. He wanted to settle down and live in Hengshan, so he built another wooden house on the Shenfeng Peak, behind Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei.

These weapons were stuck there and turned into a sword tomb.

If Feng Buping cannot descend from Mount Heng, then he will guard this sword tomb.

It's not a big deal. Just send a few more people to the post station to take care of the daily affairs.

Seeing that the weapons in the yard were cleaned up, Master Liu San regained his leisurely look.

Dragon Boat Festival night.

A small banquet was held in the Liu Mansion, inviting friends from Mount Tai, Mount Heng and Mount Hua.

As the saying goes, a pomegranate skirt and a calamus dress add to the color, and mugwort wine and cattail juice record the years. Medicinal wine soaked with mugwort or calamus is always indispensable.

But no one was drinking the calamus wine on the small table in front of Zhao Rong.

Linghu Chong tasted Baiyao Valley Bee Wine again and applauded repeatedly.

"How about it.?"

"I said I would treat you to this tiger bee wine when you came to Hengyang. Was that wrong?"

Linghu Chong smiled and made a gesture of admiration: "Xiaoxiang Sword God's words are unchangeable."

Yue Lingshan asked curiously, "Senior Brother Zhao, did you really go to Baiyaomen to get this wine?"

"They sent it to me," Zhao Rong said jokingly, "I went to Baiyao Sect and the sect leaders were pretty good people."

Is that because he is a good person?

Senior Brother Huashan and Junior Sister both laughed out loud.

They could already imagine the scene of the Sword God coming to their door.

I guess everyone in Baiyaomen was scared to death.

When Senior Brother Hengshan and Junior Sister saw them laughing, they also started laughing.

Yue Lingshan asked the girl in the green skirt next to Zhao Rong, "Junior Sister Feiyan, have you ever seen Senior Brother Zhao practicing martial arts or swordplay?"

Qu Feiyan nodded: "I have seen it."

"But, as for how you mastered this skill, I don't know."

"My senior brother is in seclusion at Five Gods Peak most of the time. He doesn't come down the mountain for a long time. It's hard to see him even once."

She looked up at Zhao Rong as she spoke.

Yue Lingshan was led to another topic by her: "The Hengshan Sect's headquarters is in the north of the city, not far from the Tianzhu Divine Peak. Can't we see it by climbing the mountain directly?"

She then took the opportunity to talk about the time when she went to the Cliff of Repentance to deliver food to her senior brother.

The little junior sister from Hengshan was a little envious: "Senior brother doesn't allow me to go up the mountain to deliver food."

Linghu Chong smiled slightly.

Junior Sister Hengshan is very smart and agile, but when she meets Brother Rong, she can't use her skills at all.

The two junior sisters started chatting again.

Zhao Rong drank with Linghu Chong and discussed some insights into swordsmanship.

Linghu Chong gained a lot.

He raised his glass and sighed, "Brother Rong's martial arts attainments are far superior to mine. After returning to Huashan, I will concentrate on practicing swordsmanship."

"Everyone in the world talks about the meaning of life, but I don't even know where my meaning is."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I know."

"Oh?"

Linghu Chong was puzzled and saw Zhao Rong slightly pointing at the Huashan Junior Sister.

Linghu Chong smiled and shook his head. He wanted to say something in defense, but he took a sip of wine and swallowed his words.

"Is Mr. Feng okay?"

"Grandmaster Uncle looks much better than before. He occasionally walks to the mountain path and waterfall, but he is reluctant to go down the mountain."

Linghu Chong looked at Zhao Rong, "He often talks about you, muttering something like 'how did the Hengshan kid learn the sword energy'. In short, he is very worried about you."

"This time I persuaded him to come down the mountain to Hengyang. Grand Master Uncle was actually a little tempted, but when he thought about the agreed time next year, when you would go to Huashan to find him, he gave up."

Zhao Rong thought of Mr. Feng and couldn't help but count the days.

It's next year.

"When will Brother Rong climb Mount Hua?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "How about picking a good day, the Double Ninth Festival?"

"Okay!" Linghu Chong said, "That old Mr. Gu must be the old sculptor you mentioned before."

"Oh, how did you guess that?"

"No need to guess, there are only a handful of masters in the world who have no special moves."

"I can't see any flaws in Mr. Gu's swordsmanship. Even if it's the state of no moves that Grand Master Uncle mentioned, and you are familiar with him, I know it's this senior."

Zhao Rong nodded: "When you return to Huashan, tell Elder Feng that this friend wants to see him."

"The Grand Master will definitely be happy. He also wants to meet this senior sculptor."

The two men drank and chatted, and Zhao Rong fought with him with sword.

Soon, Danqingsheng, who loved swords and wine, came to join in the fun.

The three of them got together and had similar interests, so this Dragon Boat Festival evening was filled with laughter.

At night, the lights in Liu's mansion were turned on, and the sounds of piano and flute could be heard.

The music of Huang Zhonggong, Fang Qianju and Gao Shan Liu Shui permeated every guest house and courtyard with its simple and elegant style. Many Hengshan disciples were so excited that they danced with swords everywhere to add to the fun.

The lights in Liu's mansion stayed on all night long.

On the first night of his retirement, the Third Master enjoyed himself in the music without any worries.

The Hengshan Sect warmly invited them to stay, and the three sects of Mount Tai, Mount Heng and Mount Hua stayed in Hengyang for ten days.

The leaders of each faction have a lot of things to deal with and they all have to go back to the mountain to deal with them.

After sending Linghu Chong and the others away, Zhao Rong also began to deal with his business.

Let’s go to the north of the city to check on Feng Buping first. After his internal strength recovered, he moved directly into the newly built wooden house on Tianzhu Peak.

He was able to live in seclusion in Zhongtiao Mountain for twenty-three years and was very good at enduring loneliness.

Now he concentrates on the sword, free from all worries, and has no attachment to the martial arts world.

Zhao Rong looked for him several times and had heart-to-heart talks with him.

I found out that he was not just talking, he really wanted to treat this place as his retreat.

So he instructed the gatekeeper of the post station to take care of his daily necessities.

After arranging Feng Buping's matter, Zhao Rong returned to the sect and began to promote the Zhenxin Jue. Inner sect disciples should practice the Zhenyue Jue to perfection, so theoretically it would be smoother for them to practice this kung fu.

After all, it involves internal strength, so he dare not be careless.

So he spent more than ten days watching these disciples practice martial arts.

The situation of going astray did not occur.

However, many people's qualifications were worse than he imagined, and they encountered difficulties in their practice.

This internal strength, which has been raised to a higher limit, is not as easy to practice as before.

However, the internal strength that is cultivated is obviously stronger than the former.

This alone attracts many disciples to study diligently.

About a month had passed, and what had happened in Jinpenqiqi was spreading throughout the world at a very fast speed!

When the martial artists heard this, they were all shocked!
The forty-ninth day after Mr. Liu Sanye retired from the underworld.

Pingding Prefecture, on the Black Wood Cliff.

Yang Lianting was sitting in a boudoir filled with the scent of cosmetics: "There have been a lot of storms in the martial arts world recently."

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly: "I think you're doing this on purpose, retiring on Dragon Boat Festival."

"We, the Sun and Moon Sect members, are heading north, while those righteous birdmen are heading south. They are here to confront us head-on."

"but."

"Damn, this kid is as famous as you, he really has great abilities."

He was so angry that he slammed the tea table, causing the cups and plates to clatter.
"All the people from the righteous sects combined cannot defeat him alone. They all went to fight with swords but were instructed by someone who acted like the founder of their sect. They lost to the Hengshan Sect by a sword tomb. It was ridiculous."

"What kind of hand-washing or sword-fighting event? I think it's a ceremony to recognize one's ancestors."

"The leaders of the Shaolin, Wudang, and Songshan sects are all so scared that they dare not leave. What a bunch of wimps!"

"Brother Lian~~"

Dongfang Bubai cried out distressedly, and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief: "Don't get yourself hurt by being angry."

A grown man put on the demeanor of a delicate woman. He was even more weird than before, and the look he gave the man in front of him was even gentler:
"The fact that Xiaoxiang Sword God can suppress Shaolin and Wudang proves that he is indeed extraordinary. It is appropriate for him to be on par with me, and it is not an insult to my reputation."

When saying this, there is inevitably a bit of arrogance that cannot be concealed.

Yang Lianting couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure you can deal with him?"

In the past, when faced with this kind of problem, Dongfang Bubai didn't have to think at all, but this time he analyzed it carefully:
"He has mastered the sword energy, and his sword skills are fast, and his body movements are also fast. I don't know if he can be faster than me. If his speed is not as fast as mine, the threat of the sword energy will not be that great."

"If his speed is comparable to mine, I can't just fight him with swordsmanship."

"I am confident that the chances of winning are greater, after all, he is still young."

Yang Lianting said "eh" with some disdain, spread his hands and complained in a heavier tone:

"You always boasted that you were the best in the world, but now that you've met a kid like this, you want to analyze him over and over again. The more you do this, the more likely you are to lose."

"This guy is really evil, never mind, he's far away from us anyway, don't take the risk of fighting him."

"Brother Lian~~"

Dongfang Bubai had a bewitching smile on his face, but his eyes were full of love and pity: "Brother Lian cares about me, and I am happy in my heart. If someone always makes you unhappy and makes you angry, then I will kill him."

"Now I have understood the key to the creation of heaven and man and the growth of all things. I am just missing a tiny part."

"When I have perfected this path and achieved unity between heaven and man, no matter how powerful he is, he will not be my opponent."

Yang Lianting nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Ren Woxing has escaped. I have sent people out to test him."

Speaking of Ren Woxing, Yang Lianting was obviously more wary.

After all, no matter how powerful Xiaoxiang Sword God is, he is in Hengyang.

Ren Woxing was the former leader, and he must have been keeping an eye on Heimu Cliff.

How can you be at ease with such a poisonous snake in the dark?

When Dongfang Bubai heard the words "Ren Woxing", he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Lian, don't worry too much. Ren Woxing is no match for me."

"If he dares to go up to Blackwood Cliff, he will die."

Yang Lianting then smiled and said, "I'll have someone keep an eye out. If Ren Woxing shows up in Pingding Prefecture, you go and kill him."

As Dongfang Bubai responded, Yang Lianting laughed with satisfaction and became intimate with him.

……

Runing Prefecture, Luoshan.

"Hahaha! Let me do it, let's do it!"

"I, Tong Baixiong, am not a coward. If you ask me to betray my brothers Dongfang, forget it!"

Twenty miles north of Luoshan City, in the countryside, there were corpses all over the ground and Tong Baixiong was laughing.

Ren Woxing placed a blood-stained sword across his neck. Tong Baixiong was not afraid at all. Instead, he leaned his neck forward towards the sword:
"If you kill me, Brother Dongfang will avenge me sooner or later. I will wait for you on the road to the underworld."

Ren Woxing kicked him.

"You are quite courageous, traitor."

"But you will definitely die this time. Even if I don't kill you, you will still die when you return to Blackwood Cliff."

Tong Baixiong turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Nonsense!"

"Brother Dongfang is at Blackwood Cliff, who dares to kill me?!"

Ren Woxing laughed and put away his sword: "Then go back and give it a try."

Tong Baixiong was slightly stunned. He got up from the ground, frowned at Xiang Wentian beside him, and then stared at Ren Woxing: "Are you really going to let me go?"

"Get out of here before I change my mind."

Tong Baixiong didn't say anything more after hearing this. He understood Ren Woxing's temper very well, and ran straight towards the Black Wood Cliff.

Xiang Wentian saw that he had disappeared, so he asked, "Master, why did you let him go?"

"Tong Baixiong is loyal to Dongfang Bubai and will not side with us."

Ren Woxing smiled: "He will still die if he returns to Blackwood Cliff."

"The man surnamed Sun from Xuanwu Hall ran away quickly, but I deliberately let Elder Du from Qinglong Hall go. He has seen Tong Baixiong being captured and will definitely report it to his superiors."

"Yang Lianting has been fighting with Tong Baixiong for such a long time. Hasn't he always wanted to attack Tong Baixiong? I'll give him a reason."

"Tong Baixiong returned safely, they will definitely be suspicious. It will be much more effective if Yang Lianting kills Tong Baixiong than if I kill him."

"When there is a commotion at Blackwood Cliff, we can gather our old subordinates together."

Xiang Wentian couldn't help but nod his head. The leader really knew more than he thought.

After Ren Woxing finished talking to him, he suddenly felt quiet around him and immediately turned to look at the girl on the other side.

She was looking towards the south.

Ren Woxing snorted: "Yingying, why are you so reluctant to leave?"

Ren Yingying said softly: "Nothing."

Master Ren also looked towards the south and said, "The sword contest at Hengshan, the master of ten thousand swords, what a great Xiaoxiang Sword God! I admire him even more."

"The whole world is talking about him now. This guy is very popular now, and I'm afraid he has forgotten about you a long time ago."

"You're thinking about him every day. Dad feels sorry for you."

"If you listen to your father, you should burn all his paintings. You are my daughter, Ren Woxing, and you should be ambitious and courageous. How can you be depressed all day because of a man?"

Ren Yingying was not happy to hear this and glanced at him sideways: "Who said my daughter is depressed?"

"Dad, you don't have to worry about this."

The daughter is becoming more and more disobedient, especially when it comes to this matter.

It was fine a few days ago, but recently the trend of Hengyang sword fighting has spread widely and can be heard everywhere.

My own daughter pays attention to this news every day and is more concerned about it than the affairs of the Black Wood Cliff.

Ren Woxing was also very depressed. He said it several times, but to no avail.

……

Qingcheng Sect, Songfeng Temple.

It was a dark and windy night, and the tranquility of Songfeng Temple was completely broken.

A large group of men in black suddenly rushed into the temple. The burly man in the lead was murderous, and his sword was domineering, majestic and swift!
The Qingcheng disciples in front of him were like wheat in the field.

He fought his way up the road shaded by pine and bamboo forests, and the stone slabs behind him were covered with corpses.

In Songfeng Temple, only those disciples who have been cut can fight against the black-clothed masters.

in chaos.

Yu Canghai used the power of the Heart-stimulating Palm to fight against the man. The next moment, he vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Who are you? My Qingcheng Sect has never offended you."

Yu Canghai was both afraid and angry.

The burly man in black said nothing, but just sneered.

In response to Yu Canghai, there were flashes of sword light.

The seriously injured Yu Canghai was beheaded before he could even block the sword!
When the shouting and killing stopped, almost all the people in Songfeng Temple were wiped out.

The last disciple fled all the way to the back mountain of Songfeng Temple with the important items of the sect.

Several men in black caught up with him and killed him with several swords.

The disciple's blood splattered onto Chang Qingzi's tombstone.

The man in black reached out and took something from the Qingcheng disciple.

It is the Sword Manual of Exorcism compiled by Qingcheng Sect.
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