Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 197 Who Says Loneliness
The mountain breeze wrinkled his green robe, and under his fluttering white hair, the old man's face was full of admiration.

Then he looked lost in thought, as if he was reminiscing about something.

On the cliff of reflection, Zhao Rong had already sheathed his sword.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the icy white sword energy dissipated, and along with the mountain breeze from the top of the cliff, it made the surrounding area damp and cool.

The evaluation given by Feng Qingyang was the highest in his life.

Having met many masters in the realm of no moves before, he just felt that he was lucky to meet one of them. Fortunately, there was someone in the world who could debate and compete with him in sword fighting, and he suddenly felt that he was not alone.

This sword technique comes from Dugu Qiubai.

Back then, the Sword Demon had no rivals and was hard to defeat. He felt very lonely in this world.

Although Feng Qingyang does not have the ability of a sword demon, he is also obsessed with swords. He seems to have felt this kind of artistic conception, so he is deeply impressed by the master of the state of no moves.

But today, when I saw this icy white sword energy, thousands of swords were flying around.

As a sword practitioner who was obsessed with swords, the lonely mood of Senior Sword Demon was instantly shattered in his heart.

He once said that there were few masters in the world, so he was naturally very confident in his swordsmanship.

But Zhao Rong's sword energy made him feel out of reach.

Many thoughts flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind. Finally, he stroked his beard and smiled slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity when he looked at Zhao Rong.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but asked with a smile:
"What advice do you have, Master Feng?"

"Eh," Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly, "I'm not in a position to give you any advice right now, I just have a question I'd like to ask."

"please say."

In Zhao Rong's eyes, Mr. Feng first glanced at him, and then moved his gaze to the word "sword" carved by the sword energy.

"Thinking back to the days when Senior Dugu Qiubai was invincible in the martial arts world, he couldn't even find an opponent to force him to defend himself. It was truly amazing and admirable."

"Nowadays"

He looked at Zhao Rong again: "Once you release this sword energy, I'm afraid others will have no chance of defeating you."

"Looking at the world, your situation is exactly the same as that of Senior Dugu."

When Zhao Rong heard what he said here, he already understood his profound meaning.

Feng Qingyang sighed: "And you"

"Just the age of twenty."

"Compared to Senior Dugu, I'm afraid you've felt the loneliness of the world for even longer."

"How can I resolve this loneliness and worry?"

After hearing what Feng Qingyang said, everyone else looked at Zhao Rong.

Feng Qingyang was ultimately influenced by the Sword Demon. Ordinary people only thought that being invincible would allow them to be free and unrestrained and have everything, but he could see the sadness behind being invincible.

After hearing what he said, and considering the situation from Master Feng's perspective, Yue Lingshan and Linghu Chong unexpectedly felt a hint of sympathy.

Zhao Rong is so young, yet he has to experience the loneliness of Senior Dugu.

It is really hard to find an opponent for the world's number one who has left those behind him far behind.

"Master Feng, do you think this problem can be solved?"

Zhao Rong shook the purple-gold red gourd, and the Du Kang wine rolled silently in it.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and glanced at Linghu Chong: "If your personality is the same as his, this thing can be solved."

"But you're not a drunkard, you're just trying it, and that can only relieve you temporarily."

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, and Yue Lingshan beside him couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Master Feng is really good at judging people," Zhao Rong said with a smile, "But, for me, Jianghu is not just about practicing swords and martial arts."

"I may not even understand half of Senior Dugu's loneliness."

Zhao Rong's tone was firm.

He looked at the autumn water on his waist, and thought of his fellow disciples in Hengshan, his friends in the martial arts world, his music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and opera, and his sisters.
In life, if you are not obsessed with martial arts, fun can be found everywhere.

The last words of Dugu Qiubai flashed in my mind again.
Zhao Rong thought, if I were like this senior, would I write my last words like this?
'At the age of twenty, I roamed the martial arts world, and when my sword came out, there was no one in the world who could challenge me. I could only live in seclusion on a sacred mountain, and make pandas my friends. Alas, the world is lonely and embarrassing.'

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but find it interesting and funny.

That will never be the case.

Go to Gusu to go fishing with my cousin, go to the ancient village to drink with my sister, and play music with my junior sister in Yancheng. I will never go to the secluded Shenfeng.

Zhao Rong's smile naturally caught Feng Qingyang's eyes.

Mr. Feng nodded in affirmation: "The Hengshan School is very generous and magnanimous, which is different from other major schools."

"I remember that the previous head, Mr. Zhu, was not very good at the Five Divine Swordsmanship, but he was also a master of zither music."

"Stringed instruments and orchestral music can also dispel loneliness."

"but."

Feng Qingyang changed the subject and pointed at his wine gourd, "You are not like my disciple, nor are you like your master, Mr. Zhu."

"so."

"Maybe one day you will understand Senior Dugu's loneliness."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly after hearing what Mr. Feng said, wondering why he was so confident.

He also vaguely felt that Master Feng was too much influenced by the Dugu Nine Swords and the Sword Demon.

A sword-obsessed person understands the meaning of sword and has different ideas from ordinary people.

Zhao Rong asked more tactfully:

"That may be a matter of decades later. Why is Elder Feng so obsessed with this question?"

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "I feel sorry for Senior Dugu, so I thought a little more about you. I don't want you to be like him."

He looked in the direction of the back cliff: "I have lived in seclusion for a long time and know the central route."

"If you feel this way someday, you can go to Huashan again."

"I, an old man, must have been buried deep in the earth long ago, but you can find me, Huashan's junior. I will leave a letter for you, so that you can see this sword energy."

He smiled even more brightly: "Of course, it would be best if you didn't come looking for this letter."

"I don't want you to experience the pain of loneliness in this world."

After listening to his explanation, Zhao Rong finally understood that Mr. Feng had good intentions.

"Thank you."

Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said, "I'm afraid that if Master Feng fails, I won't come here to look for a letter."

Feng Qingyang smiled when he heard this.

Linghu Chong, Yue Lingshan and the others listened to the topic of "Loneliness in the World" without interrupting.

One of them is standing on the perspective of Dugu Qiubai, and the other is the best in the world, so it is possible to have such a level of conversation.

Whether others approve or disagree, making random criticisms will make them seem ignorant of the seriousness of the matter, even if they don't care.

On the mountain road not far away.

Lady Ning and Sect Leader Yue have already turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Brother, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Invincible loneliness is hard for others to understand, because they cannot stand at that level. But when Uncle Feng and Junior Brother Zhao talked about it, they were very calm, which shows that the best in the world also has the troubles of being the best in the world."

Lady Ning looked at him with a smile. Before she could finish her words, Sect Leader Yue spoke first:

"Junior sister, you don't think I want to be the best in the world, do you?"

Yue Buqun uttered a contemptuous sound.

Lady Ning said seriously, "Uncle Feng cares about nephew Zhao, so I naturally hope that brother will not be sad either."

When Yue Buqun heard this, the scene he saw at the top of the mountain flashed through his mind.

As Ten Thousand Swords Returned to Their Origin, many of the Yin Pu masters from Songshan fell down.

A group of bodyguards set out on the road to hell.

He sighed secretly, knowing that his junior sister had been hinting at this in recent years, so he stroked his beard and said softly:
"Junior sister, don't worry too much. From now on, I will concentrate on studying Zixia and take in a few more disciples. This is how my life will be."

Lady Ning suddenly joked:
"Why is there a sense of desolation in your voice, brother? Could it be that my husband and I, who are accompanying each other on Mount Hua, are not as good as the lonely Senior Dugu?"

On the Huashan Mountain Road, Sect Leader Yue, who was dressed as a scholar, slowed down his pace when he heard the voice.

He turned his head and looked at the beautiful woman beside him who was smiling slightly.

Master Yue thought about every little thing that happened along the way and immediately started laughing.

On this deserted mountain road for several miles, the Huashan couple walked down hand in hand.

The invincible sorrow discussed on the top of the cliff no longer had anything to do with them.

When Sect Leader Yue and his wife came down to Yousuobuweixuan, Zhao Rong, Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan who were on the Cliff of Repentance also came down the mountain one after another.

The top of the cliff was left to the two old people.

Zhao Rong wanted to keep the gourd of 100-year-old Du Kang, but the Jiangnan man and the old sculptor said no. It can be seen that there is no sadness on the cliff, just old friends meeting and chatting about the past.

People of the same generation have more topics to talk about and can chat with each other more.

Zhao Rong, Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan came to the big rock they had been to last time.

"Good wine."

Linghu Chong clinked glasses with Zhao Rong and drank a cup of Du Kang.

Jiumengzi savored the aroma of the wine and said:
"This wine is truly rare in the world, but Brother Rong cannot just drink your wine when he is visiting Huashan. Although Linghu Chong does not have any valuable collections, he can still let Brother Rong have a taste of it."

It turned out that he had been prepared. He and Yue Lingshan quickly walked to the wooden house next to Zhengqi Hall and brought over several jars of wine.

"This one is a fruit wine made from wild fruits picked from Mount Hua, this one is a thirty-year-old Fenjiu, and those two are pear blossom wine."

After Linghu Chong finished his introduction, Zhao Rong said hello three times.

Yue Lingshan sat aside and watched the two of them drink several bowls of wine.

I also heard them recalling the past of Yingchuan City, when they were still fighting against the Demon Cult, and they first met the Songshan master Sun Zhenda amid his screams.

What followed was the bloody storm before and after the Five Mountains Alliance.

Talking about what happened back then, it really feels different.

When they talked about Dongfang Bubai and Zuo Lengchan falling off the cliff one after another, Linghu Chong put down the bowl in front of him, sighed, and drank the wine.

"Master Feng said he wanted to leave a letter for you, Brother Rong. I will definitely keep it safe."

Zhao Rong waved his hand:

"You might as well study martial arts well, and when you have mastered Zixia Kungfu and Dugu Nine Swords, if I really feel the loneliness that Master Feng mentioned, I will go to Huashan to discuss swordsmanship with you."

Linghu Chong looked serious. He had great respect for Uncle Feng and did not think that Zhao Rong was joking.

"I will practice martial arts diligently, but..."

"Even Grand Master Uncle couldn't face the sword energy, I'm afraid I'm even worse off."

Zhao Rong said: "Then we don't need to use sword energy, we can still fight."

Linghu Chong grinned and said, "I must not let the Sword God down."

"Here, cheers."

"Dry"

They chatted and drank until dark.

The chirping of cicadas and birds on the Yunu Peak is clear and melodious.

Zhao Rong was drunk, and when he went to his room to rest at night, he circulated his internal energy to suppress the effect of the alcohol.

However, he still slept soundly that night.
After the huge waves in the world, there was a brief period of calm.

Of course, this kind of calm only means that there is no battle between good and evil.

The fighting between various small sects and idle martial artists never stops.

No matter who is number one in the world, it will not affect their fighting.

After the great battle between good and evil in Junji, the forces in the martial arts world seem to be reshuffled.

The collapse of big gangs like the Tianhe Gang has only made the fighting among the lower-level gangs more intense.

Some forces wither, some forces rise.

The mysteries of Yangpu martial arts also slowly seeped into many forces.

All this happens every day, but it has no impact on the big sects.

During the days Zhao Rong was in Huashan, he could think of the changes in the martial arts world, but he felt nothing on the Jade Maiden Peak.

Until the seventh day, even though the Huashan couple tried to keep him, Zhao Rong decided to leave.

On the day of leaving Huashan, Mr. Feng rarely appeared in front of the disciples.

"Everyone, please stay."

At the foot of the Jade Maiden Peak, Zhao Rong bowed and said goodbye.

The Huashan disciples also bowed to the Hengshan disciples.

Zhao Rong and Mr. Feng nodded to each other and gave Brother Linghu a look.

Of course Linghu Chong understood.

They had talked about the little junior sister three days ago. This free and easy Huashan senior brother also felt uneasy sometimes.

"Walk slowly along the way."

"Farewell~!"

……

"Mr. Gu is much more straightforward than I thought."

Hengshan and his group took back their horses and prepared to set off on their journey.

"You mean the matter of victory or defeat?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "No, although Mr. Gu is very serious about the sword fight, I know that you don't care that much about winning or losing."

"only."

"I thought you wanted to spend a few more days chatting with Master Feng in Huashan and discussing swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that when I mentioned going back to Hengyang, you agreed without hesitation."

Mr. Gu smiled and said:
"After the duel with him, it doesn't matter whether we fight or not."

“Nearly thirty years.”

"I also thought I would care a lot, but in fact it's just a breath of air. Once it's released, the obsession will be gone."

"It can be seen that I am not as obsessed with swords as my old friend from Jiangnan. It is not surprising that he is more pure than me and has better swordsmanship."

Zhao Rong was a little curious: "What does Mr. Gu want to do now?"

"me."

Mr. Gu paused and said, "I would rather try to tinker with wood carving and clay sculpture."

He smiled with wrinkles on his face: "During the more than 20 years of silence, I had a sword in my heart, but I was always doing wood carving and clay sculpture work. Now that I have put down the sword in my heart, I feel that I should not let down my wood carving skills."

"When I go to Hengyang, I will build a statue of the Sword God for you."

"Hahaha"

Zhao Rong laughed: "I am only this age, how can I be worthy of a statue?"

“Yes, yes.”

Mr. Gu waved his hand. He was indeed more confident talking about sculpture skills in front of Zhao Rong than talking about swords.

The group from Hengshan spurred on their horses and headed towards Hengyang.

There was no other place to visit along the way.

But everyone was in a good mood and was not in a hurry to travel, so they enjoyed the scenery along the way, and the horses stopped and walked as they pleased without feeling tired.

More than half a month has passed and they are still on the road.

This resulted in rumors spreading faster than they did.

When entering Xiaoxiang, Zhao Rong heard rumors about the Dragon Boat Festival at Heimu Cliff.

Master Ren regained control of the Sun Moon Sect and, in order to win the hearts of the people, gave Dongfang Bubai the antidote to the Three Corpses' Brain Pill.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Some members of the Sun and Moon Sect who got the antidote actually fled from the Black Wood Cliff after the Dragon Boat Festival and lived far away from home!

Among these people, there are actually quite a few elders and hall masters.

Without Dongfang Bubai, those who betrayed their religion no longer had to fear being hunted down.

After all, as long as you escape to the south, no cult members will dare to chase you.

From then on, he lived in anonymity and gained his freedom.

There were once twelve branches of the Sun and Moon Sect, but after the Dragon Boat Festival, only eight remained.

People in Jianghu were discussing:
"Shaolin and Wudang are in silence, Songshan is withering, and the Demon Sect is in decline."

"All the great sects and schools in the martial arts world are suppressed by the Sword God!"

"..."

Zhao Rong heard these voices but didn't care.

He was thinking of Hengyang and the Wuxian Ancient Village.
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