Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 191: Everything in the past flows like water

As the sun sets, a gentle breeze blows across the steep cliffs, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.

From afar, Mount Song seems to be lying down, the thirty-six peaks of Taishi stand tall, birds fly high in the sky, and the mountains below stretch out, making the blue sky seem narrow.

The mountain was once lush and green, but now it was covered with red clouds.

I don’t know if it’s the setting sun’s makeup or the blood-red mountain that’s a devastating sight.

The highest peak.

Zhao Rong still stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the Yellow River and pointing at the mist.

The magnificent scenery here is believed to be the result of the ever-changing clouds and mists, and the steep and rugged mountains.

His mood seemed as unpredictable as the scenery.

Others watching from afar could only see a green dress fluttering in the wind and her hair floating in the mountain mist.

I am clearly the best in the world, but suddenly I feel all alone.

Ever since he read the letter handed to him by Tang Ying'e, Zhao Rong has been standing there for a long time, and no one else disturbs him.

It was not until he turned around that the leaders of the three sects of Taishan, Huashan and Hengshan came forward together.

Taoist Tianmen glared at Tang Ying'e and snorted.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect has a history of hundreds of years. Now that Zuo Lengchan has fallen off a cliff, Ding Mian, Lu Bai and other great warriors have also perished in their own conspiracy.

Taoist Tianmen hated what the Songshan Sect had done. He disdained to wipe out the sect completely, but he was also unwilling to say a word to the people of the Songshan Sect.

At this time, Yifu's Taoist robe walked past Tang Ying'e angrily.

"Zuo Lengchan has brought this upon himself. He has fallen into the path of evil. Junior-Martial-Nephew, please do not worry about it."

Taoist Tianmen spoke straightforwardly with solemnity and respect:
"Dongfang Bubai is dead, the Demon Cult has suffered heavy losses, and the Songshan Sect can no longer continue to plot and commit evil. If it weren't for my nephew who calmed down this martial arts turmoil, the Taishan Sect would have had difficulty in passing on its legacy."

"I would like to thank you here."

He bowed to express his gratitude, and Zhao Rong returned the greeting by clasping his fists: "Uncle Master, you are too kind."

Taoist Tianmen said to the Huashan couple and Hengshan Sanding, "I am extremely anxious and need to go back to the gate of Mount Tai to investigate and sort out the chaos. I don't want to stay in Songshan any longer."

"I will take my leave now. I will meet you again someday."

"Brother Tianmen, take care."

"Take care of yourself."

"..."

Taoist Tianmen left decisively, and his fellow apprentice also said goodbye.

Taoist Tianyi followed in the footsteps of Taoist Tianmen, stepped over the corpses under the Fengshan steps, and couldn't help but look in the direction of Wudang and Shaolin.

He thought:

Brother said goodbye without saying hello to Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu, which really showed no respect to the two major sects.

Considering my senior brother's stubborn temper, this behavior is normal.

Just now, Wudang and Shaolin were just talking, not really standing with them.

Tianyi turned to look at the Green-robed Sword God, and at a glance he imprinted the young face in his mind.

At this time, knowing that the head brother had offended the two major sects, he felt extremely relieved.

The dominance of Wudang and Shaolin in the martial arts world was gone forever.

For at least the next sixty or seventy years, neither of the two major factions will be able to claim the title of leader.

The southern Yancheng will be the center of martial arts.

The Taishan Sect suffered heavy losses after this catastrophe in the martial arts world.

But Taishan belongs to the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and the future leader of the Five Mountains will be the world's number one sword god. Relying on his power, the Taishan Sect can have many years of recuperation.

As long as the head brother is here, Taishan Sect will surely be able to regain its former glory.

Moreover, after this incident, there was no more voice of the Yu generation in the sect, and the long-standing problems were finally eliminated.

Many disciples of the Taishan Sect died. Tianyi felt sad and regretful, but he also felt a sense of relief.

When he looked at the head brother again, his eyes were full of admiration.

My senior brother has always hated evil and had a hot temper, which caused him a lot of trouble both inside and outside the sect.

But at this extremely steep peak, it was this character that gave him the courage to abandon life and death, and face the masters of Songshan with his sword in hand before the Sword God.

When Taoist Tianyi thought of this scene, he felt deeply moved.

This is a great fortune for the Taishan Sect.

Looking at the Taishan Sect's entourage descending from Mount Song, Hengshan Sanding looked at the corpses all over the mountain and couldn't help feeling compassion and chanted "Amitabha".

Sanding said goodbye to Zhao Rong and Huashan couple.

Ding Xian and Ding Jing said goodbye politely to Fang Zheng and Chongxu again. However, the hot-tempered Master Ding Yi had many complaints about the two major sects. She was very similar to the Taoist priest of Tianmen. She ignored Chongxu and Fang Zheng, and went down the Fengchan platform holding her injured arm.

"When does my nephew plan to go to Mount Hua?" asked Lady Ning.

Zhao Rong looked towards the land of Sanqin and apologized, "I had planned to visit you on the Double Ninth Festival, but now that I'm in the Central Plains, I'm afraid I'll disturb you earlier."

"After this matter is settled, I will go to Mount Hua with Mr. Gu."

Yue Buqun smiled softly: "That's perfect. The scenery on the Jade Maiden Peak is great right now. Let's return to Huashan to prepare and wait for the Sword God to arrive."

He spoke very politely, and Zhao Rong smiled modestly when he heard it.

Lady Ning, who was standing by, didn't have many polite words. When she heard that Zhao Rong was going to Huashan, she immediately smiled and said, "Master Feng is familiar with you. He will definitely be happy to know that you are coming early."

"Tell Chong'er and Lingshan to accompany you then. Don't rush like last time, nephew. Stay in the mountains for a while longer."

"sure."

Zhao Rong clasped his fists, and Sect Leader Yue and Lady Ning also clasped their fists to say goodbye.

They looked again at the place where Zuo Lengchan jumped off the cliff and did not look back.

When they reached the halfway point of Shengguan Peak, they saw many corpses, some of whom died in fighting and some were killed by explosives.

Rocks collapsed along the way, and several sections of the mountain road were buried by earth and rocks, making it difficult to find the old path.

For them who are masters of light skills, it is not difficult to come down from Shengguan Peak.

"Brother, what do you feel at this moment?" After climbing over the pile of rocks, Lady Ning looked at her husband and asked seriously.

The scene of the sword energy everywhere flashed through Yue Buqun's mind, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Even if I practice the Purple Cloud Divine Art to the highest level of Qi Zong, I still cannot have such power."

"Even if I practiced the Sunflower Manual and the Sword of Exorcism to the extreme, I still couldn't match him."

There was inevitably some frustration in his words.

Lady Ning also sensed a sense of relief in his voice.

This made her feel at ease.

"I know that you want to think this way, Senior Brother," said Lady Ning quietly. "Junior Brother Zhao is a genius. His martial arts talent is so high that even Senior Uncle Feng praised him repeatedly. When our Huashan Sect was at its peak, there were many talented people, but we couldn't find someone like him."

"If you want to argue with him, it will be many times more difficult than arguing with Zuo Lengchan. Wouldn't it be tiring?"

"Dongfang Bubai is the best in the world, and has been famous in the martial arts world for many years. Zuo Lengchan is very shrewd, and he has many conspiracies and tricks. In the end, it's all just empty talk."

"so"

She turned her eyes away from Master Yue's face and looked straight ahead: "Since ancient times, everything has been gone with the flow. It is better to be at ease and enjoy the rest of my life on the Jade Maiden Peak."

Sect Leader Yue suddenly smiled and turned to look at his wife.

He let out a long sigh and then laughed again.

"Junior sister, let's go back to Huashan."

"Yeah!" Ms. Ning nodded with a smile, and she couldn't help but recall what happened twenty years ago.

At that time, he traveled through the Three Qins with a sword and became famous as a hero in the Central Plains.

Although the Yunu Peak was in ruins, the two of them supported each other and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

More than 20 years have passed, and it seems like I am reliving the old days and regaining the original feeling.

Lady Ning held onto Master Yue's hand, and the couple, with their shoulders covered with rosy clouds and leaning against each other, walked down Shengguan Peak with light steps.

……

"Good, good."

Master Fang Zheng's face was full of compassion: "The Sword God resolved the disaster in the martial arts world with his own strength, and his merits are immeasurable."

"After Shaolin Temple survives this disaster, we will definitely remember the Sword God's kindness. In the future, if you need us, we only need to write a letter and everyone in the temple will do our best."

Zhao Rong glanced at the old monk.

Master Fangzheng does have a compassionate heart, but as the abbot of Shaolin, he is also quietly influencing the martial arts world to ensure the status of Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world.

From the perspective of the leader of a major sect, this is understandable.

unfortunately
In this game, they have become the losers.

But as a gambler who abides by the rules, Master Fang Zheng's attitude of admitting defeat after losing was extremely sincere, which made it impossible to criticize him.

Zhao Rong didn't want to talk much and just exchanged a few perfunctory words with Fang Zheng.

At the same time, he politely declined the invitation to visit Shaoshi Mountain at this time.

Taoist Master Chongxu bowed and said, "The swordsmanship of the Sword God is so wonderful and the sword energy is so strong that it is beyond belief. If he comes to Wudang someday, our sect will welcome him with all its might."

"It's easy to talk about."

Facing Chongxu, Zhao Rong only said some polite words.

Fang Zheng and Chongxu were both intelligent people and knew that this number one man in the world did not have much affection for them.

After expressing my attitude, I stopped being an eyesore and left.

These two factions have always been high and mighty, but now that they have been defeated, their momentum has been reduced by more than half.

They can only return to the sect, rely on the heritage of each faction to live out their years, and plan for the future.

"Ten thousand swords return to their origin. Ten thousand swords return to their origin"

On the mountain path, Taoist Chongxu kept repeating these eight words.

The people from the Wudang Sect were carrying several door panels, and one of them was Taoist Master Cheng Gao.

He lay on the door, sleeping like a baby.

Chongxu's muttering words reached his ears, but Taoist Cheng Gao could not hear them.

The more he muttered, the more solemn Taoist Chongxu's expression became.

"Master, have you ever heard of this sword technique in the martial arts world?"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head: "I have never heard of this before."

"Even if Bodhidharma were alive today, he would probably be shaken by this sword technique."

"My body has transformed into thousands of sword energies. I am no longer an ordinary person."

Fang Zheng added: "Dongfang Bubai's skills are astonishing. His martial arts have reached the state of unity between man and nature, and he simplifies every move he makes."

"The Sword God created the Yang Pu first, and his realm is even higher than Dongfang Bubai."

"The sword energy is so powerful that even the gods cannot match it."

"Even Dongfang Bubai would be extremely cautious when facing this sword energy. Any ordinary warrior, like the master of Songshan Sunflower, would be killed by the sword energy."

Fang Zheng put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

"Fortunately, the only person with the best killing skills in the world is the Sword God. He is not a person who kills indiscriminately. This is really a blessing for the martial arts world."

"otherwise."

“This world is unimaginable.”

Taoist Chongxu's white beard fluttered slowly in the breeze of Mount Taishi, revealing a rather gloomy face.

"The wonder of his internal energy is even better than that of the Pure Yang Wuji of my Wudang Sect."

"With thousands of sharp sword energies outside and endless divine skills inside, he deserves to be the best in the world."

He shook his head and said in admiration, "It is hard to understand that one can achieve this level of self-realization in just a few years."

"I never thought that I would be able to witness such a god-like person appearing out of nowhere in my lifetime."

When Taoist Chongxu said this, he and Master Fangzheng both smiled.

I don't know if I am really happy in this smile.
That night.

A bright moon hangs in the sky; the deeper the night gets, the brighter the moon becomes.

Mount Taishi, which had been in extreme chaos, was now completely silent.

Zhao Rong did not leave Shengguan Peak, but entered the gate of Songshan Mountain and stayed on the high wall of the gate that was built by Alliance Leader Zuo.

On the fifteenth day of August that year, the golden osmanthus was fragrant and the moon in the sky was so round.

I still remember how powerful Zuo Lengchan was during the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, suppressing the leaders of four sects alone.

At that time, Zhao Rong was still standing behind Master Mo. He didn't even have the qualifications to sit at the table and was just a nobody.

The Shengguan Peak, which had made him walk on thin ice, has now been defeated.

Songyang is a place of great beauty and can be played with at will.

Thump thump thump.
At around 10 p.m., a series of footsteps were heard.

Tang Ying'e trotted ahead, followed by several old servants, who delivered the wine and food to the high wall, and left after placing them properly. Tang Ying'e brought a bundle, which contained the Yin and Yang Books compiled by the Songshan School, as well as the Five Mountains Alliance Leader's Banner inlaid with gems.

"sit."

Zhao Rong gestured towards the seat opposite.

Tang Ying'e waved his hands quickly: "I dare not."

He was so terrified that he just stood aside and poured wine for Zhao Rong.

"Why don't you dare?"

Tang Ying'e said, "Brother Zuo talked to me for a long time last night. He said that if we lose Songshan today, the life and death of our sect will all depend on the Sword God's will, and he told me not to overstep my bounds."

After hearing this, Zhao Rong drank a glass of wine.

"How could Master Zuo arrange his funeral so well?"

Tang Ying'e glanced at him immediately, then quickly looked away:

"The hardest thing to defeat in the world is an unknown opponent."

"The Sword God is a rare person in the world. There is no reference to him in the martial arts world. Even Dongfang Bubai had to go through many years to acquire such skills and find their origin. However, when Senior Brother Zuo was studying the Sword God, he pondered over it many times and sighed that it was incomprehensible."

"Who among those who can surpass the founder of a sect is not a remarkable person?"

"The Sword God is an even more extraordinary person among all the extraordinary people. When Senior Brother Zuo considers winning, he will also consider losing. He has lived up to the Master's trust and brought glory to Songshan."

"But once the Songshan Sect is defeated, they will become prey. I will tell you about my affairs and only hope that a trace of blood will remain."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong took another sip.

"You don't have to be so nervous. I have no interest in killing those people waiting to be slaughtered on Shengguan Peak."

"But you have offended both good and evil. Whether you can survive depends on your ability."

Tang Ying'e's face was filled with sorrow, as he could already imagine the disaster that the Songshan School would face.

Originally they could rely on Shaolin Temple.

After this battle, I am afraid Shaolin will not stand up for them.

Firstly, the Songshan Sect has a grudge against the Sword God, so Shaolin has to weigh the severity of the situation on its own.

Besides, without Dongfang Bubai, the Demon Cult could not stir up any trouble.

The situation in which the Songshan Sect led the Five Mountains to resist the Demon Sect before Shaolin and Wudang had long been broken. Shaolin Temple probably wouldn't care whether the sect on Mount Taishi was the Songshan Sect, or whether there was any sect at all.

Tang Ying'e asked himself if he had any confidence in convincing the Shaolin abbot.

so.
Even if the Sword God did not take action, the Songshan Sect would most likely still face a dead end.

Tang Ying'e felt heavy-hearted when Zhao Rong pointed this out to him.

He suppressed these thoughts and put on a forced smile to answer Zhao Rong's series of questions.

For example, how did the Songshan Sect pay attention to the Fuwei Escort Agency, when did they come up with the idea of ​​destroying the Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng, and how did they plan this Junji Peak plan?
Tang Ying'e could answer all the questions Zhao Rong asked fluently.

Zuo Lengchan was not a private person. Although Tang Ying'e was ranked seventh, he was the deputy head.

He knew everything that happened within the sect.

Zhao Rong had already guessed most of these shady dealings, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't help but sigh at Zuo Lengchan's shrewdness and tricks.

Early the next morning.

Tang Ying'e sent this god of death down the mountain.

At the foot of Shengguan Peak, looking at the figure in green going away, Tang Ying'e sighed and returned to the top of the mountain.

He stayed for a long time at the place where Zuo Lengchan jumped off the cliff.

Thinking of the series of instructions given by Senior Brother Zuo and everything that the Songshan School would face, his eyes became bloodshot and his head felt as big as a bucket.

Now, he is the head of Songshan School.

But the dead can sometimes make the living envy them.

As soon as the storm subsides, revenge from both good and evil will surely follow.

Songshan School, where should it go?
"Senior Brother Zuo"

Tang Ying'e sat dejectedly on the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds in the distance, and said in a daze: "The Songshan School is in danger."

In the past, when faced with such a difficult problem, we would just wait for Senior Brother Zuo’s decision.

At this moment, he asked towards the cliff.

The only response he got was a cool mountain breeze.
After descending Shengguan Peak, Zhao Rong and Mr. Gu headed towards Dengfeng City.

Seeing the old man in deep thought, he couldn't help but ask:

"Is Mr. Gu regretting not fighting against Dongfang Bubai?"

Mr. Gu shook his head and smiled calmly: "No, I am not his opponent."

"All the major factions in the martial arts world are here, why bother going forward and making a fool of yourself?"

Zhao Rong suddenly realized: "That means I am thinking about the man from Jiangnan."

"Because of the incident at Shengguan Peak, our schedule for going to Huashan has been moved forward by several months."

Mr. Gu stroked his white beard and said, "I am actually thinking about his Dugu Nine Swords, and I want to know if he can win this battle."

"but."

"From last night till now, it's mostly your sword energy that has been echoing in my mind."

"Ten thousand swords return to their origin, and the sword energy spreads everywhere"

"I really envy you. A single sword energy is a beautiful dream for sword practitioners. With your Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin and tens of thousands of sword energies, how many times must you have dreamed of this?"

He then shook his head and said, "If I practice according to your method, I won't be able to develop even a single bit of sword energy."

"Such extraordinary means are indeed not something that ordinary people can master."

Zhao Rong laughed: "Mr. Gu calls himself an ordinary person, but there are probably only a few ordinary people in the world."

Mr. Gu also laughed: "Together with the Sword God, I am not an ordinary person, so what is that?"

"but."

"According to my fate, I should have been a statue until I died, but now I am friends with the Sword God of the world, and we can walk and discuss swords together. It is a great honor to have this."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Sanqin:
"Wouldn't it be even better if we could have a drink together when we meet Mr. Feng?"

"Hahaha"

Mr. Gu responded to his words with a hearty laugh.

Going to Mount Huashan to fight, he was looking forward to winning or losing.

Meeting this old friend from Jiangnan seemed to bring back memories of myself nearly thirty years ago, which made it even more worth looking forward to.

They came all the way to Dengfeng City. What happened on Mount Taishi had spread like wildfire in the martial arts world.

All the people in taverns and teahouses have gone crazy!

Dongfang Bubai is dead, the Sword God is the number one master and the best in the world!

Without paying attention to those discussions, Zhao Rong went all the way to Yuelai Inn.

The Yin-Yang Sword Manual given by the Songshan Sect had been destroyed by him, and the Five Mountains Alliance leader's flag was placed in his bag for his fellow disciples to carry.

There is no rush to go to Huashan.

Zhao Rong planned to stay in Dengfeng for a few days to gather information here.

Master Ren was seriously injured by Zuo Lengchan and his condition is unknown.

All the way from Taishi Mountain, I didn't receive any message.

My cousin left in too much of a hurry.

On Junji Peak, I didn’t expect my cousin could achieve that level.

For a moment, a very beautiful face flashed in his mind.

The first night after descending Shengguan Peak was April 16th.

The moon was very round that night.

Zhao Rong went up to the roof of the inn. There was another person sitting next to him. Between them there was a small low table with wine cups on it.

The two men faced Mount Taishi and drank together.

"Brother, what do you think will happen to the Songshan Sect?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Shaolin Temple will no longer care about them, and it will be difficult for them to survive in Shengguan Peak."

"Too many people have been offended this time."

"Without Zuo Lengchan in charge, the situation of Songshan Sect cannot be stabilized by these people on Shengguan Peak."

Zhao Rong turned his head and asked, "Are you moved with compassion?"

"If that's the case, I can keep them."

"how come."

"The Songshan Sect and I have long since settled our debts."

He looked up at Mount Taishi and said, "Leader Zuo was kind to my father, but my father died on the way to work for the Songshan Sect many years ago, so he actually did not owe him anything."

"But my father asked me to work for Zuo Mengzhu before he died, so I followed his instructions."

"Master has been very kind to me. Although I respect the kindness of Alliance Leader Zuo, I can also distinguish right from wrong."

"For so many years, I have never done anything wrong, but there is always a thorn in my heart, and I always feel that I owe my teacher."

He turned to Zhao Rong and asked, "Now that Alliance Leader Zuo is dead, should I confess to Master?"

Zhao Rong smiled and raised his glass to drink with him:

"Don't add to the worries of Master's family, otherwise everyone will have to listen to another song of Xiaoxiang Night Rain."

He smiled and asked:
"When did you notice it, brother?"

Zhao Rong recalled: "When Lai Zhirui defected, you volunteered to hunt him down."

"Afterwards, I thought carefully that if any of my fellow disciples had chased after them rashly, they would have most likely died, but you were able to come back alive."

"He was stabbed in the back and hit by the Great Yin-Yang Palm Power. It was a coincidence that he was able to catch up with the other fellow disciples to rescue him. It can be seen that the other party was holding back."

"But I didn't point it out at the time. Firstly, there was not enough evidence and I didn't want to alert you. Secondly, I thought if you were really a traitor, maybe I could use you to my advantage."

Zhao Rong smiled bitterly: "But later, I found that you always protected your fellow disciples and always got hurt. Then I realized that you had your own difficulties."

"If you were really a qualified insider, you should have exposed me to Zuo Lengchan long ago."

"Others who have the fast sword style all like the Xianyan and Ziyun attack styles."

"Among the Seven Swordsmen of Hengshan, Junior Brother Cheng loves the defensive Shuangshi Sword Path and named it after it."

"Twin stone swords, twin stone swords"

Zhao Rong stared at Cheng Mingyi and couldn't help but laugh: "The two stones opened their mouths, which is exactly the same as the word Song. However, Junior Brother Cheng is speechless. He has been trapped in the cage for a long time and has been hinting at it."

Cheng Mingyi couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

His thoughts were revealed, and his emotions were churning.

Zhao Rong picked up the wine jug and poured him a glass of wine.

"Junior Brother Cheng, please."

"Brother, please."

They smiled at each other and drank from their glasses.

After another two days in Dengfeng City, he still hadn't heard any news about his cousin, but he knew where Xiang Wentian was going.

Xiang Wentian and Ren Woxing were together.

If you find them, you will naturally find your cousin.

Zhao Rong wanted to catch up and take a look, or at least say hello.

The Central Plains martial arts world was in great chaos at the moment, so he hurried on his journey alone in order to hurry.

Mr. Gu stayed in Dengfeng to rest and waited for him to come back to go to Huashan together.

The rest of the Hengshan Sect stayed behind to keep an eye on the Songshan Sect, to see if there were any changes on Shengguan Peak.
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