Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 190: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin (7.257k)!

Taoist Tianmen drew his sword to protect him.

The Taoist priest with a big nose was not afraid at all. His face was red as if it was burning with anger. He pointed at Zuo Lengchan and cursed:
"Leader Zuo, it is really shameless for you to behave like this towards a severely injured junior!"

"I don't want to associate with a sinister villain like you!"

“Even if our sect’s Dong Ling Patriarch was here today, he would not blame me for leaving the Taishan inheritance here!”

Tianmen Taoist's robe fluttered angrily and he rushed in front of Zhao Rong.

This Taoist with an Ox Nose may not be considered the best in the world, but as the head of Mount Tai, his awe-inspiring righteousness at this moment already demonstrates the majesty of Mount Tai.

He glared at Zhao Rong again and scolded:
"Nephew Zhao, if you still have the strength, why don't you hurry down the mountain? Don't try to be a hero here and let this sinister villain succeed in his evil plan!"

Fei Bin said in a low voice: "If you speak rudely, then you will die with him."

"I am not afraid of you?!"

Taoist Tianmen raised his sword and tried to kill him.

"Uncle Tianmen."

When the voice filled his ears, Tianmen Taoist lowered his sword slightly, turned around and saw two firm and sharp eyes.

"Since they want to die, why should Master Tianmen stop them?"

Even though Zhao Rong was seriously injured at this time, with blood stains at the corners of his mouth and Dongfang Bubai's palm print on his chest.

But as the best in the world, his brief words still put pressure on the disciples of Songshan.

Among these Yin Pu masters, some are disciples of Songshan, some are underworld masters in Dengfeng, and some are obsessed martial artists recruited from the underworld.

Since the battle at the Lin family's ancestral home in Fuzhou two years ago, they have been studying the sword manual.

However, the broken and disordered sword manual tortured the infatuation and desires of many people.

It was not until I obtained the mature Yin Pu from Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng more than half a year ago that this crazy desire was completely ignited.

Zuo Lengchan was determined to find an opportunity to use this desire to get rid of Zhao Rong.

The strength of his determination is the result of his lifelong ambition.

But at this moment.
Zhao Rong's words still made them feel a little cold.

Mr. Gu exchanged glances with Zhao Rong, and then moved aside in the surprised eyes of Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and others.

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to pull Tianmen Taoist who was in endless anger.

Ren Yingying was slightly stunned. She stared at the slightly pale face and saw him tilt his head slightly. She already understood what he meant.

With mixed feelings, I moved away from him.

"唔~!"

The next moment, the sound of a sword being drawn was heard.

The mountain wind whistles and the green clothes flutter.

Zhao Rong held the sword in his right hand and supported the blade in his left hand.

"Master Zuo, since the Songshan Sect wants to kill me, I can only be merciless with my sword."

"Don't regret it."

Zuo Lengchan drew his sword, his eyes flashing with coldness. At this moment, he had emptied everything and no longer had any concerns.

"Junior Brother Zhao, let's make this a break."

Zhao Rong glanced at everyone in Songshan and said calmly, "Draw your swords."

Seeing this, Mr. Gu stepped back slightly.

Taoist Tianmen, Master Yue and others knew his relationship with Zhao Rong, and followed his footsteps tacitly.

He looked at the man in green again and stared at him for a long time, his surprise becoming even greater.

Is it
Could it be that even though the Sword God was seriously injured, he was still able to fight against the Songshan Sect? !
Shaolin, Wudang, and the few martial artists still at the top, whether they are righteous or evil, are all retreating.

"Humph, pretending won't scare anyone!"

Ding Mian roared loudly, and all the masters of Songshan moved at once. The force of their weapons pierced through the mountain wind, making a sound of tearing silk.

Yixiao from Qinghai led seven Yinpu masters to charge forward.

The eight men were all extremely fast, they rushed forward and slashed at the same time with swords!

The eight men's swordsmanship was swift, and blade lights were shining from all directions like a sword net.

However, the green shadow was like lightning and thunder!

He moved left and right, forward and backward, and within a circle of one step, all eight swords cut through the air with amazing skill.

While everyone was dazzled, Zhao Rong had already raised his sword and slashed.

The sword cannot reach, but the sword energy does!

Although they were fast, they were not as fast as Zhao Rong's sword.

Although this kind of cutting and practicing method of taking pills and refining medicine can quickly be learned, it can only improve the lower limit. The upper limit of martial arts requires not only comprehension, but also cannot be achieved overnight.

The improvement in the lower limit is a significant improvement for them personally.

But in Zhao Rong's eyes, it was nothing special.

"Uh~~!"

The series of screams were extremely rapid, and because the sword was moving too fast, the throats were cut at almost the same time.

Zhao Rong's sword was not stained with blood, but seven people had died from his sword energy.

Qinghai Yixiao reacted the fastest. He moved sideways and avoided the fatal blow at the cost of injuring his left arm.

Everyone present was shocked.

It is true that the Sword God was injured, but he is still the best in the world!

Just this one sword killed seven people!

The sword energy is so terrifying that it makes people tremble with fear.

The people in Songshan had no time to think.

After the person in front rushed forward, the others immediately followed.

They looked towards the cliff at the top of Junji Peak and kept driving Zhao Rong in that direction.

The masters of the Yin Pu of Songshan flashed and wielded their swords quickly.

Unfortunately, these two strengths of theirs are far inferior to Zhao Rong's.

Every time Zhao Rong was forced to retreat a step, several people would die.

The sound of swords clashing continued to be heard, and sword energy was slashing out from the cliff. The seriously injured Sword God seemed to be able to still muster the fighting power he had in the duel with Dongfang Bubai!

"kill!!"

Lu Bai shouted and rushed forward. Along with him came the injured Qinghai Yixiao and seven or eight masters. Except for the side of the cliff, they almost surrounded Zhao Rong.

but!

“Chichichi~!!”

Three people were killed in succession by the sword energy.

Zhao Rong used his sword to knock Lu Bai's long sword away, and then chopped him head-on with the next sword. The Qinghai owl roared and stabbed at his heart with the force of almost saving his life.

In an instant, Zhao Rong pinched the sword formula, and the extremely yin and cold true energy burst out along the Yangming Large Intestine Meridian of his hand!

Qinghai Yixiao fought desperately but had no time to hide.

Zhao Rong used his fingers to form a sword, and when he ran towards him desperately, he used the icy sword energy to pierce his heart!
There was a "hum" sound.

A blood mist exploded from the chest of the Qinghai owl, and his heart was pierced, and he was definitely dead.

However, he exerted all his strength and slashed at Zhao Rong with his last bit of power!
This time he didn't have much strength, but he was able to gain some position.

Fei Bin and others shouted loudly, and more people immediately filled in.

No matter how powerful the sword energy is, it is still transformed from true energy.

Consumption!
Kill him!
See how much true energy he has left!

The onlookers were horrified, even Shaolin Master Fangzheng and Wudang Taoist Master Chongxu were stunned for a moment.

The Sword God’s inner strength seemed to be endless!
Before this, he had a shocking battle with Dongfang Bubai!
More than forty masters of the Yinpu in Songshan have been lost.

The only thing that gave them hope was that this terrifying Sword God was getting closer to the cliff.

Zuo Lengchan, Sha Tianjiang, Fei Bin, Zhong Zhen, Bu Chen and others found an opportunity and attacked together!
Zhao Rong leaped up and dodged the sword.

Zuo Lengchan jumped up from the ground and flew after the sword.

The two men fought with swift swords in the air. From the beginning to the end, the sword light was so bright that it pierced people's eyes from afar.

Zuo Lengchan was no match for the sword and had several wounds on his body. He rolled over and fell to the ground.

The master below had been waiting for a long time, and stabbed Zhao Rong with his sword, trying to force him towards the cliff again.

However, Zhao Rong swung his sword and hit all the dozen long swords raised around him. Whenever the internal force on the sword was insufficient, there were continuous crackling sounds and all the swords broke!
“Hey~!!”

Ding Mian, Fei Bin, Zhong Zhen, Lu Bai, Sha Tianjiang, Bu Chen and others shouted loudly.

The six great guardians raised their hands above their heads!

Tower-holding hand, crane hand, and the Great Songyang Palm! !
All kinds of palm power are used to kill the falling person!

Zhao Rong stood upside down, without dodging at all, and pressed down with a palm!
"Boom~!"

There was a loud thunder, and the surrounding air waves surged like a huge tide!
Dust rose up at the top of the mountain, and the six great guards felt their feet sink.

The sound of "chi chi chi" was endless.

Their feet had been pressed into the ground by a powerful force.

All the palm power was pressed back, and instead lingered in the major acupoints around their bodies!

"Drink!"

The people around raised their swords and stabbed.

Zuo Lengchan also flew over from the side and swung a sword.

But his six fellow disciples were unable to hold Zhao Rong back with their palm power.

The roar sounded again, and a thrust surged. Zhao Rong rolled over to avoid Zuo Lengchan's sword and jumped into the middle of the crowd.

He was instantly in the center of the storm.

At this moment, there were sharp white blades flashing in all directions. The faces of the people holding swords were ferocious, and the demonic and murderous aura was almost like a wave. Long swords were handed out one after another, and they were aimed at all his vital points!

In addition, everyone's sword was wielded extremely quickly, their movements were swift, and they were fighting for their lives.

It's just like this in a sea of ​​swords and mountains of swords!

Zhao Rongjing took a deep breath, and his long sword coiled around his body. The power of Hengshan Thousand Swords was extremely dreamy!
His body was like thunder, blasting towards the sky and leaping up.

The whole body was spinning upwards, carrying the yin and yang cyclones in and out to the extreme!

Immediately, the phantom sword and sword energy mixed together!
As he spun and leaped, phantom lights mixed with sword energy flowed in all directions like thousands! !
The dark white sword energy was as swift as flowing light, its shape could be seen like a flaming arrow, and its sound could be heard like a zither or a flute!
Invisible and visible, illusion and reality, who can tell the difference!

The smoke and clouds at the top of the mountain exploded, the wind curtain was pierced, and the sound of swords echoed in all directions in an instant!
Sword energy!

It’s all sword energy!

The sword energy shot out and covered everyone around indiscriminately!

At the top of the steep mountain, the sword energy is like a pouring rain curtain~!

The masters of the Yin Pu of Songshan screamed in agony, and then a bloody rain broke out from the sky.

They are not Dongfang Bubai and have no ability to resist the sword energy.

“Chichichi~!”

A series of explosions and the sound of swords combined to form a note of death!
If Mr. Mo Da were here, Xiaoxiang Night Rain would be played for Songshan.

"call--"

A strong wind blew, and a bloody mist was rolled up amidst wailing, screaming and shouting.

The thick blood mist condensed together and floated in the air under the wind, like a blood-stained shirt.

They fell into a dream, practiced Yin Pu, and imagined that they were dressed in blood-red and were invincible with swords.

Now, pierced by thousands of sword energies, the blood-stained robe covering his heart is now full of holes.

Right now
The blood mist was like clothes, as if it had stripped off the bloody clothes on their bodies.

in this way
The world of martial arts is just a dream, and it’s time to wake up.

"Den."

Zhao Rong let out a long breath and fell from the air.

All the Yin Pu masters around looked at him.

"Wow~~"

Although the sound was slight, it was like the sound of flowing water, but it was their blood.

Shaking. More and more people are shaking.

"Hum, hum, hum"

More and more people fell backwards or prone, and finally they fell down in rows!

Who can stop the sword wherever it passes?

The people from Hengshan, Taishan and Huashan all opened their eyes wide.

Mr. Gu looked fascinated, but he also shook his head.

Ren Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and her beautiful eyes stared at Zhao Rong.

No matter how strong the mentality of the Wudang and Shaolin people was, they couldn't keep their composure at this moment.

Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu looked at each other. These two people who knew the secrets of the world were now doubting their own understanding and wanted to find the answer from each other's eyes.

The sword energy flew across the sky like rays of light penetrating the Fengshan Terrace.

what is that?
Is there really such a magical skill in the martial arts world?
However.
There was only surprise and astonishment in each other's eyes.

There is no answer and no evidence!
No matter how strong their foundation is, it is useless now.

This is a person who transcends their background.

There was a hint of regret in the eyes of both of them.

From now on, the so-called big faction pattern will change completely.

The Songshan School is about to be defeated.
Tang Ying'e, who was watching the battle with several Songshan disciples from a distance, felt his body go limp at this moment.

"Master~!"

Two Songshan disciples immediately supported him.

Tang Ying'e seemed unaware. He pressed his chest and stared at the edge of the cliff in despair.

"How is it possible~"

Fei Bin did not look at Zhao Rong, but stared at his chest, which had several holes made by the sword energy.

He slowly raised his head and his vision became clear.

Because a group of Yin Pu masters have already laid down.

With a bang, the sword in Fei Bin's hand fell to the ground, and he was no longer able to pick it up.

"How could you still have such a strong Qi?"

"you"

Before Fei Bin could finish his words, he fell on his back next to his senior brother Lu Bai.

He will not rest in peace.

The sword energy released by Zhao Rong shot out in all directions, so violently.

The strength of his true energy was even greater than when he fought against Dongfang Bubai.

How could a martial artist possess such inner strength?

Fei Bin never figured it out until his death. The Grand Guardian Ding Mian buried his long sword three inches into the ground, relying on it.

Blood was gushing from his chest.

On the left and right sides were the vulture Sha Tianjiang and the white-headed immortal Bu Chen. Like Lu Bai, they were already dead.

"What kind of move is this?"

He stared at Zhao Rong.

"What moves? Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, what do you think?"

"Wanwan Sword is returning to its sect." Ding Mian muttered without commenting, but turned his head to look at Zuo Lengchan.

"Senior Brother Zuo Zuo."

With his last breath, he said: "Today's defeat is not our fault."

"We have exhausted all our means and created the ultimate, but we still cannot kill him. The existence of such a person in the world is beyond human power."

"Brother Zuo Zuo, I will leave first. If I could come back again, I would still work with you to achieve hegemony."

"Ah~!!"

The big treasure roared angrily, his whole body shook, and he died with blood oozing from his mouth.

Zuo Lengchan watched all this in silence.

There seemed to be nothing unexpected, as if all this was within his expectations.

He was the only one who could receive the sword energy just now.

"Senior Brother Zuo Zuo."

Zhong Zhen was breathless:

"Brother Ding is right. My Songshan Sect is unknown. It was only after you led me and my fellow disciples to practice hard that we were able to surpass the Four Mountains and become one of the three major sects along with Wudang and Shaolin. My name as the Grand Protector of Songshan is well known to everyone in the martial arts world."

He took a breath, his voice even weaker:
"However, this boy is neither human nor inhuman. We did not lose in the battle between the martial arts world, but things are unpredictable. Now that we have been defeated by the gods, it is not a pity."

"I have been with Senior Brother Zuo in the martial arts world for decades, and countless enemies have died at my hands. Today, I lost my life at the top of the mountain, and the Nine-Curved Sword fell on Mount Taishi. I am still happy."

"Brother Zuo Zuo, I don't regret it."

After saying this, he took his last breath.

Zuo Lengchan faced the mountain breeze and closed his eyes.

Perhaps he was grieving for his fellow apprentices, perhaps he was suffering from the shattered ambitions, or perhaps he was thinking of the decline of the Songshan School thirty years ago.
He closed his eyes and no one knew what he was thinking.

Slowly, footsteps approached.

It was not until this moment that he opened his eyes wide.

There was no sadness or hesitation in his eyes, his former dominance was still there, and the overwhelming arrogance he had during the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting was not crushed by the thousands of sword energies.

His eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong.

Zuo Lengchan finally spoke: "Junior Brother Zhao, you still win today."

"But I'm still curious, is your inner strength really endless?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "Everyone has their limits, but I haven't been pushed to the limit yet."

"Uncle Zuo, draw your sword."

Zuo Lengchan glanced at his sword after hearing this and said: "I am far from being your opponent in swordsmanship. The power of sword energy is hard to estimate."

"The Hengshan School has never had the concept of sword energy. It's hard to imagine how you were able to master it."

Zhao Rong responded: "If there is none, then create one."

"Predecessors did not have internal strength and techniques, but they still created them, didn't they? Later generations don't necessarily have to admit that they are inferior to their predecessors."

Zuo Lengchan asked: "Did you also create your own internal strength?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

"I admire you!"

Zuo Lengchan said twice, threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, and his eyes swept over the corpses: "It seems that Zuo has gone astray on the road of copying others' words."

"But I also want to know where your limit is?"

"Zhao, you just used the Ten Thousand Sword Qis, and I'm afraid your true energy has been greatly depleted. I wonder if you still have the strength to fight with me at this moment?"

Just as Zuo Lengchan expected, Zhao Rong held the sword upright behind his back with one hand and slowly raised one hand.

"please."

"Okay, today I will give it a try and see what the limit of a celestial being is!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered all his energy and struck out at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong raised his palm to greet it.

A sound of wind suddenly exploded!
The two men raised their palms towards each other, their internal forces continued to impact each other, and the violent wind blew up the green and black robes, making them rustle!

But if you listen to the humming sound between the palm winds, you will know the terrifying true energy and power contained therein.

If it falls on an ordinary person, his heart meridians will be shattered in an instant.

Zuo Lengchan seized this last glimmer of opportunity, and with all his eight meridians open, he held back nothing at all, as his internal energy poured out from all eight meridians simultaneously, like a surging tide, one wave beating upon another.

But no matter how strong his true energy was, it felt like a drop in the ocean!

Where is the limit?

Where is the limit?
How could a twenty-year-old young man have endless internal energy?

Zuo Lengchan gritted his teeth and exerted force on his palm.

However, his internal energy unknowingly entered Zhao Rong's Yin-Yang cyclone, turning into nutrients and generating a force of feedback.

This magical skill had already incorporated the yin and yang of nature when he achieved the unity of man and nature.

Unless the opponent's internal strength is so violent that it breaks through the cycle instantly, his power will only increase as the fight goes on.

Everyone else can see it.

The Sword God's robes fluttered in the wind, and his expression remained calm and composed.

On the other hand, veins on Alliance Leader Zuo’s forehead were throbbing and beads of sweat were dripping down.

This continued for a while, and Zuo Lengchan, who was pushed to the limit, roared and suddenly pushed out the most powerful breath of true energy!
unfortunately
A feeling of heaviness and powerlessness, as if I didn't know how high the sky was, arose spontaneously.

After this burst of true energy was released, he could no longer stop Zhao Rong's power from rushing into his body!

Almost in an instant, Zhao Rong's true energy was so powerful that it could overwhelm everyone, and Zuo Lengchan's eight meridians of true energy collapsed!
As the meridians collapsed, the true energy broke through the dantian!
Zuo Lengchan's whole body shook violently and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lost, lost without any suspense~!

He took three steps back and supported himself on the ground with one hand.

At this time, the Dantian was like a colander, and the remaining true energy completely flowed out.

This meant that all the martial arts he had practiced for many years were wasted in one day.

"Unfathomable, indeed unfathomable."

Zuo Lengchan covered his chest and was stunned for a while: "It seems that what the two junior brothers said is right. Our Songshan Sect is fighting with the gods."

"It's not an unfair loss."

"but."

"The only regret I have is that I made a mistake on the day of the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting and didn't kill you."

"That was so arrogant of Ren Woxing. I never thought I would make the same mistake."

He was filled with regret and punched the ground.

At this point, all his strength was gone and he was seriously injured, so this punch no longer had the power that Songshan Zuo Alliance Leader should have.

Zuo Lengchan recalled that night when the sky was bright and filled with the refreshing air of autumn.

At that time, he was standing on a high wall, hearing the sound of the flute and looking at the grand night in Songyang, his smile was so strong.

What a pity!
After hearing what he said, Zhao Rong began to think a lot.

I couldn't help but ask, "Master Zuo, how was the flute I played the night before I left Shengguan Peak?"

"Hahaha!"

Zuo Lengchan suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Excellent, the sound of the flute is wonderful."

"Mr. Mo Da is amazing, but you are even more amazing. I didn't expect that it was my Xiaoxiang Night Rain."

"But Songyang is a big city. It's not surprising that I can't hear it on such a busy night."

"After today's defeat, Zuo is convinced."

He turned his head to glance at Yue Buqun and his wife, Hengshan Sanding, Tianmen Taoist, and then looked at Shaolin and Wudang.

Zuo Lengchan suddenly said in a loud voice: "Everyone here is witness, Zuo has gone astray in his practice, lost his mind, and fallen into the devil's way. It's all his own fault!"

"The ordinary disciples are completely unaware of this. The remaining disciples of Songshan must not harbor any resentment. Those who violate this will be killed without mercy. Zuo has made a big mistake, and it is too late to realize it now."

"Junior Brother Tang"

Tang Ying'e knelt on the ground and said sadly, "Master Zuo, Senior Brother~!"

"Please hand over the Five Mountains Alliance Leader's Banner to Alliance Leader Zhao. From now on, the Sword God will be our Five Mountains Alliance Leader!"

"The Songshan Sect must obey the orders of Alliance Leader Zhao and must not make any mistakes!"

"Yes~!"

Tang Ying'e banged his head on the ground, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled.

"Hahahaha, man proposes, God disposes."

"But people of the martial arts world have their own destiny, Brother Zhao, so there is no need for you to do anything."

Zuo Lengchan smiled domineeringly and saw the Yellow River like a belt, with endless smoke and water.

The imperial ambition is just empty talk.

Throughout the ages, the world of martial arts has been long and turbulent, but what can we do if hatred fills the world?

It’s better to just laugh it off.

"Goodbye, my friends!"

Zuo Lengchan bowed to the Five Mountains sects, Shaolin and Wudang, then leaped off the steep cliff.

Zhao Rong caught a glimpse of the corner of Xuan Yi, then looked at the distant mountains. The sea of ​​clouds and floating dust in his eyes could not fill the sudden feeling of loneliness.

"Senior Brother Zuo~!!!"

Tang Ying'e ran to the edge of the cliff and shouted in grief.

The splendor of Songyang in his eyes faded away, leaving only the word desolation.

When ambitions are shattered, one will eventually have to lick the pain.

All this is their own choice.

"Amitabha." When the three nuns of Hengshan saw Zuo Lengchan jumping off the cliff, they also showed a trace of compassion.

Yue Buqun had no expression on his face, just staring at the cliff.

Lady Ning sighed softly, "Brother, let's return to Huashan Yunv Peak as soon as possible. I miss Lingshan Chong'er and Uncle Shi and the others."

"Okay." Yue Buqun nodded.

Taoist Tianmen flicked his sleeves and put away the sword he had drawn.

Taoist Master Chongxu, Master Fangzheng, and a group of people from Shaolin and Wudang all looked at the man in green at the edge of the cliff.

Chongxu and Fangzheng looked at each other.

With such a young leader in the martial arts world, Shaolin and Wudang have lost their edge and will be silent for a long time.

At least during their lifetime, there will be no changes.

They looked at the Saint Lady again but said nothing.

The leaders seemed to be in tacit understanding.

Ren Yingying stopped and stared at Zhao Rong for a few seconds, and knowing that he was no longer in danger, she remembered her identity and turned around to go down the mountain.

Along the way, he used the name of the Holy Lady of the Demon Cult to order the followers to stop, and then chased after the injured father and Xiang Wentian.

"Sword God, Senior Brother Zuo left something behind, and I would like you to take a look at it."

Tang Ying'e perked up, took out an item from his chest, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "Is it for me?"

Tang Ying'e nodded and stared blankly at the cliff.

"Senior Brother Zuo has already told me that if he dies, he should let me hand this item over to the Sword God."

Zhao Rong took it easily.

This thing is wrapped in gray cloth and is very heavy and thick.

When I opened it, I saw several ancient books underneath.

"Supplement to Xingzhuang Taiyin"

Jieshi Tune Orchid

Song of Taoist Bai Shi

These are some very precious music scores.
Looking up again, there was an unopened letter.

Zhao Rong was a little curious and opened the letter. The words inside were bold and smooth, and they were written by Zuo Lengchan himself.

"Zhao, my dear nephew, I am writing to you."

"The fact that you can see this letter means that Zuo was not wrong. Even with all my efforts, I still failed with you. Things in this world are unpredictable. I am still an ordinary person after all."

"Looking at the changes in the Hengshan School over the past few years, I admire them immensely and feel a sense of mutual respect."

"If we weren't enemies, we would really like to drink and chat together and work together for great things. If I could go back a few years, I would definitely take you as my apprentice before Mo Da did. Unfortunately, this is a great regret for Zuo. It is difficult to mention it in person, so I can only express my disdain in this letter."

"Alas, I am so sad and depressed. How can I have such a happy thing? It's so annoying and hateful."

"I have sorted out the Yin and Yang Manuals of the Sunflower Manual under the largest pine tree on the back hill of Shengguan Peak. If Junior Brother Zhao is worried that I may have placed explosives, you can ask Junior Brother Tang to get them."

"This Yin Book can be used to gain advancement at the cost of disability. Although it is a wonderful method, I have studied it carefully and finally feel that it is not as profound and wonderful as the Yang Book. At first I thought it was all left by Lin Yuantu, but later I became suspicious and really wanted to see the original version of the Sunflower Manual. Unfortunately, the Black Wood Cliff is too difficult to climb."

"The collection of Yin Books is harmful to people. Once I die, it will definitely bring disaster to Songshan. Therefore, I will not keep them. Junior Brother Zhao, please take them away."

"My Songshan Sect doesn't have any magic skills, and the Sword God may not look down on our collection. But if there is something that the Sword God favors, you can ask Junior Brother Tang to send the original to Hengshan, and leave a printed copy for my sect. I will be very grateful."

"When I was alive, I lived up to my master's trust and brought glory to our family. Now that I am dead, I can only do my best to make nephew Zhao stop hating me."

"The martial world is like this, with gratitude and resentment, it will never end."

"But please, Junior Brother Zhao, since you have acted under my name in the past, please leave a trace of bloodline for my Songshan Sect. I will be grateful to you."

"Knowing that my nephew loves music, I am giving him a few copies of the music scores as a token of my apology."

"Life is like an illusion, and it will eventually return to nothingness."

"Now it's all gone. If I still have any memories after 18 years, I will go to Hengshan and drink a cup with the Sword God."

"..."

Zhao Rong was deeply moved after reading the letter.

How many things did he think of?
Finally, I stood at the edge of the cliff and smiled.

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