Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 193: Flying Flowers and Jadeite
Green willows embrace the mountain path, and tiled houses nestle beside the water.

Ping Yizhi stepped out of the courtyard and stood at the door with Xiang Wentian on his left and right like door gods.

This was originally his territory, and he and his wife had lived here for many years.

Many of the plants and trees were planted by him himself.

At this moment, looking at the tall trees, streams, and thatched wooden huts around me, I suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

"Left"

Doctor Ping's whiskers flew up, and he looked curious: "Am I seeing things? Was that person using the Qi to acupuncture points from a distance?"

The king of heaven looked at the sunset in the sky:

"Doctor Ping has a sharp eye, how could he be wrong?"

"That"

Ping Yizhi secretly glanced behind him, his eyes rolled around, and he whispered, "The only person in the world with such power should be the one in the south."

The king of heaven looked calm and said, "Who else could it be except him?"

"Impressive."

Ping Yizhi said with a click of his tongue: "I always hear people in the martial arts world mention him, but this is the first time I have seen him in person. I never thought that my humble house could become so glorious."

"You are so young."

He sighed and then hinted:
"Look at his appearance, he is really handsome, especially his elegant and extraordinary demeanor, which is definitely rare in ordinary people. In addition, his martial arts are peerless and he is the best in the world. I am afraid that even a woman with high standards will be fond of him."

"Xiang Zuoshi, don't you think this is true?"

Xiang Wentian asked directly: "Do you want to know what the relationship between him and Saint Aunt is?"

Ping Yizhi's eyes sparkled, and his voice lowered: "This is great news, but I have never heard of it. How could the Saint know this person? And how did they know each other?"

Xiang Wentian had been worried about Master Ren's injury these days, and now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Ping Yizhi's eager look and his attentive listening, he laughed:

"How can I know about Saint Aunt's affairs?"

"It's easy for Doctor Ping to find out. They are in the inner room. Just go and ask them. After you've asked them, you can tell me about it."

Ping Yizhi felt a tightness in his chest when he heard this.

I dare to ask, is it necessary to ask you?

He glanced at Xiang Wentian unhappily, then pricked up his ears curiously.

It turns out that the Saint Lady is closely related to this person. Considering their identities, it is a taboo in the martial arts world. How can Doctor Ping remain calm?

Unfortunately, the sound in the tile-roofed house was so faint that he couldn't hear anything.

A solitary lamp lights quietly on the lotus base.

As if following the soft breath of the word "cousin", the lights swayed slightly.

Zhao Rong smiled at her, pointed at Master Ren, and changed the subject.

Ren Yingying moved closer and inadvertently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, not wanting him to see her vulnerable side.

"Did my father just practice Qigong?"

"Ah."

Zhao Rong showed a trace of seriousness: "According to what Ping Yizhi said, Mr. Ren cannot practice Qigong when he is seriously injured."

"He might be a little excited when he sees me."

Ren Yingying knew how reckless and dangerous it was for her father to use his internal energy. He had already pushed his internal energy to its limit several times before. If Zhao Rong had not been there this time, he would have been dead.

"My father has been in prison in West Lake for too long. Sometimes he is very stubborn and won't listen to anyone else. When he heard that I was going to look for you, he..."

"But I am his daughter, and I can't watch him die."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, understanding what she meant.

He took Master Ren's hand, found the Yangchi acupoint and injected a stream of true Qi into it, then followed the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian of the hand to check the condition of his body.

After a moment, Zhao Rong put his hand down.

Ren Yingying looked worried: "How is it?"

"My tendons and veins are damaged, so I can't keep my power anymore, but I can dissolve the internal Qi, which is equivalent to eliminating the disadvantages brought by the Star Absorbing Technique. I will use Ping Yizhi to regulate it later, and I can gradually recover from the injury."

Zhao Rong glanced at her and said, "Her life is safe, but her power is completely lost. With Master Ren's temper, I don't know if he can bear it."

After hearing his reply, Ren Yingying breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am lucky to be able to save my life, and there is no need to ask for anything else."

“I’m just sorry to embarrass you.”

She was absolutely right in saying "difficult". Even though the leader was old, he still had a mortal feud with the righteous path.

As the current leader of the righteous path, it is really inappropriate for Zhao Rong to help save his life.

Ping Yizhi had previously said that "the Sword God can save lives", but he also said that it was too difficult, and this was the reason.

Zhao Rong smiled sideways when he heard this.

Her face had lost its former liveliness, and she looked like a delicate flower hit by a rainstorm. A few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks due to tears, and she looked tired. She was beautiful and yet also made people feel pity for her.

When Ren Yingying saw his gaze coming towards her, she felt a little flustered and immediately looked away.

I heard the voice next to my ear again.

"What's the problem?"

"I help my cousin do something, who in the world can say anything about it?"

At this moment, these words touched Ren Yingying's heart. She was extremely happy after hearing them, but because she was shy, she avoided his gaze even more.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard, and it seemed that even the sound of the burning lights could be heard clearly.

Zhao Rong went to see Master Ren again.

I feel that the silkworm poison has taken effect.

This poisonous insect can make a person appear dead. If an ordinary person swallows it, it will be as if he has died once.

I hope Master Ren can wake up from this and not continue to be stubborn.

Ren Yingying wanted to go forward to help, but Zhao Rong signaled not to. He gently supported Master Ren and let him sit on the bed, then reached out and pressed on his back.

Master Ren, who was in a state of suspended animation, was unable to control his true qi, and his internal strength, including the alien true qi, was gradually drained away by him.

Although it was just dispersing the power, the different kinds of true qi were complicated and collided with each other, so it was extremely difficult to disperse it.

but
As soon as they came into contact with Zhao Rong's Yin-Yang cyclone, these strange true qi flowed out from Ren Woxing's meridians and lakes like rivers into the sea and entered the vast ocean.

Master Ren has profound skills, but his body is like an hourglass, leaking faster and faster until it dries up.

It only took a moment for Zhao Rong to start and end the exercise.

It is visible to the naked eye that Master Ren’s hair has become whiter.

Once decades of skills are gone, physical weakness is inevitable. Practicing some health-preserving skills and taking medicated diet may be able to make up for it.

Release the acupuncture points on his body, and then stimulate the Qi and blood with internal force.

Master Ren's breathing became more and more stable, and it was obvious that he had escaped from the state of suspended animation.

Ren Yingying wanted to ask something, but Zhao Rong motioned for her to be quiet.

The two of them sat by the bed and waited. It was getting darker outside, and the chirping of crickets and insects was getting louder and louder.

The setting sun slides down the mountain, and the sky is filled with stars and the moon.

Finally, Ren Woxing woke up from his deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was confused at first.

But to Zhao Rong's surprise, Master Ren quickly returned to his original appearance.

His eyes were as sharp and domineering as before.

The fake death didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Refusing his daughter's help, he supported himself on the bed with both hands and leaned back.

Those eyes quickly swept across their daughter and stared at Zhao Rong.

"What a handsome inner strength."

Ren Woxing praised sincerely: "No wonder Dongfang Bubai is not as good as you in internal force fighting. You can easily dissolve my strange true energy."

Zhao Rong clasped his fists and said, "I apologize for offending you just now. Senior Ren, please don't blame me."

"There's no offense, but I just lost another game."

Ren Woxing had a complicated expression: "I was able to use my power suddenly, but you could stop it by hitting my acupoints."

"No one in the world can match this level of skill."

He fixed his eyes on Zhao Rong:
"I used to roam the martial arts world and I have seen all kinds of people. Later, I was framed by Dongfang Bubai and imprisoned in West Lake for more than ten years. During these ten years, I have been preparing all the time, waiting for the day to return to the martial arts world for revenge."

"Who could have imagined that the martial arts world would change so drastically, and the martial arts world would become so strange and unpredictable. It makes me feel like I'm in another world."

"Now that there is a person like you, I can no longer realize my dream of unifying the martial arts world."

Ren Woxing glanced at his daughter, then said to Zhao Rong:
"I was saved by you, and I will never forget your kindness."

"If you want to become the leader of the martial arts world and unify the martial arts world in the future, no one in Blackwood Cliff will object."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but shake his head.

"Senior Ren, I have no interest in unifying the martial arts world."

Ren Woxing snorted when he heard this:
"You are so young, how can you not be ambitious and vigorous?"

"With your ability, it wouldn't be that difficult for you to conquer the world. Are you not even a little tempted by this desire for power?"

Zhao Rong laughed:

"I tried to persuade my uncle Liu to quit the martial arts world many times before he retired, but he refused to listen. He said that only when one's body and mind are no longer in the martial arts world can one focus on music."

“It was hard for me to understand at the time.”

"When Senior Ren asked me this question, I actually understood what Uncle Liu felt."

"Power and desire are endless. If I were burdened by these two things, how could I be happy, free, and invincible in the world?"

Ren Woxing shook his head, "The Hengshan Sect is full of strange and wonderful people like you."

"But you are sincere in your words. You are a true gentleman."

"I may be young, but my heart is older than me."

Having said this, he took two breaths and said to Ren Yingying:
"Yingying, this guy is the best in the world and has great achievements. But he is like an old man and goes with the flow. He is not a good match for you. It is not necessarily a good thing that you like him."

Ren Yingying, who had been listening to their conversation, had Zhao Rong's words "free and unrestrained, leading the world" still echoing in her mind.

She was startled by what Master Ren said.

Immediately, a look of embarrassment and anxiety appeared on his face: "Dad, you don't understand!"

"My cousin and I both like the phoenix flute and the phoenix sheng. We play the strings and the bamboo together. We are friends who enjoy music. What do you mean by a good match for an old man? Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you can't speak clearly."

Ren Woxing glared at her and said, "Nonsense."

He didn't want to look at Ren Yingying anymore, nor did he want to talk to Zhao Rong anymore.

"Go and call your uncle Xiang and Ping Yizhi."

Master Ren seemed to have recognized the reality and remained calm regarding the loss of his power.

Zhao Rong understood the meaning of the music and left the room with Ren Yingying.

Xiang Wentian and Ping Yizhi, who were guarding the door, quickly walked in and looked outside the tile-roofed house. The members of the Demon Cult who were originally wandering nearby had disappeared.

Those hall masters and incense masters had already been dismissed by Xiang Wentian.

After Xiang Wentian and Ping Yizhi came to Ren Woxing, Doctor Ping immediately reached out to feel his pulse.

The next moment, his face was full of surprise.

"How is the leader?" Xiang Wentian asked.

Ping Yizhi's eyes sparkled with excitement: "As expected of the world's number one, this method is unimaginable, the alien Qi in the master's body has completely disappeared, and this process did not damage the meridians at all, it is truly a miraculous skill."

He checked Ren Woxing's chest, back and palm injuries again.

"He also neutralized the aftereffects of the Great Songyang Hand."

Ping Yizhi praised: "The sword god's move is really extraordinary." "I wonder what kind of skill this is?"

He clicked his tongue twice and said confidently:

"The leader only needs to take medicine and rest, supplemented by acupuncture. I am 100% sure that the leader will be fine."

Ren Woxing nodded, and warned again: "Don't tell anyone that my power has dissipated."

"Yes!"

"Brother Xiang, tell all the gangs to return to Blackwood Cliff in two days."

"The leader should not be tossed around. It would be better for him to recuperate here for a few more days." Xiang Wentian suggested.

"I'm not that fragile yet," Ren Woxing said with a sharp gaze, "You must return before the Dragon Boat Festival. You can follow my instructions."

"clear."

Xiang Wentian said no more. He knew that the leader was still arranging the antidote for the Three Corpses Brain Pill.

There was another round of discussion in the house.

Soon Ping Yizhi's wife came back, and the couple took over the work that the Saint Aunt had done before and pounded medicine in the courtyard.

Outside the tile-roofed house, the chirping of insects became louder as the night deepened.

The moonlight at this time was far less bright than the night of the Battle of Taishi Mountain, but the sky was clear and there were no clouds.

The moonlight and starlight shine down, the mountain scenery is hazy, with smoke and water vapor floating in the air. The mountain path in the distance is not clear, but as you walk up the mountain, the sound of the stream can be clearly heard.

Zhao Rong followed Ren Yingying's steps and walked only a mile along the mountain path.

At this time, the evening breeze blew, and a white light appeared in the stream, and it turned out that there was a pond in the stream.

The two of them got closer and heard a fluttering sound.

A nightingale was frightened and flew away flapping its wings.

Ren Yingying had obviously been here many times. She found a stone on the bank of the stream and sat down, with ease. She held a bamboo branch with the leaves on it in her hand and stretched it into the stream, stirring it in circles, creating circles of texture.

"Were you really injured that day?"

Seeing Zhao Rong also sat down, he couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"Of course I'll get hurt if Dongfang Bubai hits me."

"It's just that those people in Songshan underestimated me."

Ren Yingying said: "Zuo Lengchan is resourceful and shameless enough. They want to get rid of you, and they only have that one chance left."

"I don't think it's an underestimation, but a desperate move."

After saying this, she stopped what she was doing and said, "Your training speed is too fast, it changes every day. The Songshan Sect has been unable to sleep or eat well because they chose you as their opponent."

Zhao Rong changed the subject: "What are your plans next?"

"We have to go back to Blackwood Cliff first."

"But ever since I went to Luoyang Green Bamboo Lane, I don't like anything on Blackwood Cliff. Even if my father gets back the position of leader, I won't stay on Blackwood Cliff for long. I am not interested in the things he likes."

Her voice was softer than usual: "As long as he gets better, I will..."

"Then he went to live in seclusion in Jiangnan."

"how do you feel?"

"I think it's great," Zhao Rong smiled, and then asked again: "But Jiangnan is very big, where are you going?"

Ren Yingying was looking forward to it and had many ideas in her mind, but she was a shy person. If it were an ordinary situation, she would never want to say them out loud and be laughed at.

at this time
When she was most helpless, she found the support she wanted most, and she stirred the water while whispering.

"Of course it's the shore of Taihu Lake, Suzhou Yanziwu"

"My father said that you have the heart of an old man. Actually, I have some of this heart too. I want to retire from the world. I don't want to be a saint anymore. I will just grow flowers and play the zither, live a carefree life, and indulge in the mountains and rivers. By the way..."

As if she saw someone's bright smile, she spoke in a heavier voice and made a slight snort.

"Hmph, by the way, I'm waiting for a shameless little thief. I wonder if he has the courage to come to the shore of Taihu Lake and fish for me in the setting sun with a hook and bait."

Zhao Rong knew that she was talking about fishing in Kuaiji Mountain, and he couldn't help laughing again.

"There is no shameless thief, but there must be a cousin."

After hearing this, my cousin's face was filled with joy, and the bamboo pole in her hand became much lighter.

She pulled the bamboo pole out of the water, and some water drops splashed onto Zhao Rong.

Others may find it difficult to understand, but Zhao Rong understands.

He picked a bamboo leaf and Ren Yingying also picked one.

They each held a bamboo leaf, put it to their mouths, and looked at each other.

Ren Yingying started a tune and Zhao Rong followed it with a little awkwardness.

It is the light and lively flying flowers and green jade.

The moonlight melted into a pool of water. The sound of music came through the bamboo leaves, shaking the water surface. Then the stars and the moon reflected in the water swayed with the ripples as if dancing to the music.

The mountain breeze is lazy and slow, brushing people's eyebrows and hair, so gently.

But my cousin's skills were not good enough after all, and bamboo leaves were just a handy tool, so even the fact that he made a few mistakes in the tune was enough to make people laugh.

As soon as he exerted his strength, the bamboo strip broke into two pieces.

He threw the two bamboo leaves casually, and they whistled towards the water like arrows, scattering all the stars and the moon in the water.

Ren Yingying smiled happily.

"Even the invincible sword god can get angry sometimes."

She was in a good mood and extremely relaxed.

Looking at the pool of water in front of me, I couldn't help but think of the scenes that happened on Hengshan Mountain before.

By some strange coincidence.
She moved the stones on the shore towards the stream, and under the cover of night, she took off her shoes and socks with her back turned, adjusted the hem of her skirt, and quickly put her feet into the water.

The heat of the summer night disappeared instantly with the coolness coming from my feet, and I felt so comfortable.

But Zhao Rong was leaning against the stream, so it was okay for her to turn her back just now.

At this time, he came over and got very close to him.

Just like fishing on Kuaiji Mountain that day.

As soon as her feet entered the water, Ren Yingying regretted it a little. She felt that she was too relaxed and a little abrupt.

I don’t know what my cousin was thinking. He stared at the water and suddenly stopped talking.

The atmosphere was charming and her heartbeat quickened slightly.

She was a quick-witted and eloquent person, and she was a little nervous at the moment, so she said casually: "I remember you are very good at swimming."

Zhao Rong glanced at her and said, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Ren Yingying wanted to refuse, but couldn't help but said, "How to teach."

"Just learn to tread water."

"How?"

Zhao Rong said: "It's just like the pool on Mount Heng, but the water here is too shallow."

As he spoke, the water swayed even more violently.

Ren Yingying's feet were playing with the water, causing Zhao Rong to vaguely see white. He was not sure whether it was the water splashing white in the moonlight or her legs and feet being white.

In his eyes, this was undoubtedly a leisurely and relaxed posture.

Perhaps because of the darkness, I didn’t see the slight blush on her face.

Zhao Rong plucked another bamboo leaf and played the piece of "Flying Flowers and Greenery" again.

He played solo, enjoying the night mountain breeze and listening to the sound of water, and was in a very good mood.

Although there were some bumps in the road, by putting my heart and soul into it, I was able to play the music with emotion.

Ren Yingying is an expert in music.

She could easily hear some of the mistakes.

But at this moment, in her ears, the music played by the narrow bamboo leaves was like heavenly music on earth, which could calm her body and mind.

His feet swayed gently in the water, just like what Zhao Rong said, treading water, and stepping on the tune of flying flowers and emerald green.

Although it is not synchronized with Zhao Rong's tune, either fast or slow, the relaxing and leisurely experience is unique.

If time could stop at this moment, or keep repeating before and after this moment, she thought it would be extremely romantic and beautiful.

Unconsciously, the cousin's eyes were all focused on the cousin beside her.

As the melody plays, the emotions in my heart rise and fall like the water in a stream that is constantly stirred.

At one point, her face felt like it was on fire and she was unable to control her emotions for a split second.

Under the stars and the moon, a slender figure slowly tilted.

Finally, the back of the head rests on the legs of the person next to you.

At this moment, she looked up at the starry sky, smelled a soothing scent, listened to the song of bamboo leaves, and occasionally a drop of water from the leaves fell on her cheek, refreshing and cool, eliminating a touch of blush.

Ren Yingying's heart was about to jump out. She regretted and wanted to get up, but she seemed to have no strength left.

But someone seemed to be immersed in the melody, which calmed her rapid breathing a little.

only.
After the song was over, the pair of eyes looked down from above and their eyes met. She immediately shouted in panic, "Don't look!"

Then she covered her feverish face with her hands and refused to even look at him.

I struggled to get up and suddenly felt my body lighten. My feet left the water with a splash, but they flapped their wings more violently than those flying birds, creating a large number of splashes of water.

When Ren Yingying came back to her senses from her inability to think, she was already in a warm embrace.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and saw an extremely beautiful face, which was covered with rosy clouds. In the hazy night, the stars and the moon in the sky were almost dimmed.

However, in those wide-open eyes, besides shyness, there was also obvious panic.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, I felt a pain in my chest.

But it was two fists.

"You...you must not treat me lightly."

Her voice was flustered, but her expression was clear:
"Ever since Dongfang Bubai fell off the cliff, I have never felt at ease following my father. I have been traveling all the way from Dengfeng, and I am exhausted both physically and mentally. I am just tired, so I want to lean on your body for a while."

"I was rude just now, but...but you can't use this as an excuse to be frivolous."

As she spoke, her face turned red with embarrassment.

Zhao Rong seemed to see a panicked deer, and couldn't help but laugh: "You're making my legs sore, I'll change the position so you can lean on me, stop hammering, I'll put you down right away."

His grip loosened.

but
The hammer head on the chest was gone, and a slightly hot face appeared.

After hearing what he said, Ren Yingying was reluctant to leave. She buried her head and leaned gently against him.

The wet feet were hanging in the air, dripping water.

In short, if you can’t see your face, you won’t be so shy.

Zhao Rong didn't know what to do with his hands. Ren Yingying reached out and felt around on the ground, then picked up a bamboo leaf and stuffed it into his hands.

Paused for a few seconds
A soft and delicate voice sounded in my arms, just like the soft Wu dialect spoken in the snow in Meizhuang that day.

"Cousin, keep blowing."

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, then picked up the bamboo leaves again.

The more he blew, the more chaotic it became. I couldn't tell whether it was flying flowers dotted with green jade, wild geese writing letters, the blue sky chanting, or the wind blowing across the river.
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