Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 200: Pure Land of Life

When Grandpa Zhao Fu woke up, Zhao Rong had already prepared porridge and rice for breakfast.

With his current level of skills, even though he hadn't slept all night, there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

When Zhao Fu woke up early and saw his grandson, he just smiled kindly and did not show too much excitement.

Since he started practicing martial arts and going in and out of the martial arts world, it has become normal for him to leave Hengyang and not return home for a long time.

In these five or six years, grandpa has already gotten used to it.

Although he had heard rumors from outsiders about someone being "the best in the world," the old man did not inquire about anything as usual.

He knew that there were some taboos in the underworld that were not convenient to disclose to outsiders.

And
There was no need for him to ask. Zhao Rong would always come back and tell him stories about everything that could be told.

During breakfast that day, the fishermen did not follow the rule of not talking while eating, so they chatted while eating.

Zhao Rong told him some of the things that happened on Mount Song, and glossed over the bloody parts.

"It seems that the rumors outside are true. Rong'er, you are really the best in the world."

Zhao Fu stared at him, with a sigh on his old face: "I knew you would be successful sooner or later, but I didn't expect you to change so much in such a short time."

"but."

“No matter how skilled a fisherman is, he dare not let his guard down when the wind is high and the waves are rough.”

"You are still young, so I can't teach you anything. I just hope you won't forget the caution you had when you first entered the martial arts world. The bigger your reputation, the more troubles you have to deal with. It is always more dangerous than fishing."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Rong did not explain anything about his profound skills, but just nodded in response. This made his grandfather feel more at ease.

"After dinner, I'll give you a massage to stimulate blood circulation."

Zhao Fu shook his head slightly, "I'm not sick, I'm just not in a good mood."

“It’s like this when you get older.”

"When I was your age, although I wasn't a martial arts master, I was still a fish in water. However, everyone gets old, so don't force it."

He also reminded me: "When grandpa dies one day, remember to bury me on the mountain near the river."

"Cut down the tree in front of the grave, and you will be able to see the fish in the river jumping out of the water."

"I have been on the ship for most of my life, and I am most familiar with these scenes."

Zhao Rong heard the voice and put the shrimps in the vegetable bowl into his bowl: "Grandpa, don't let your imagination run wild. You will live a hundred years."

Zhao Fu forced a smile on his wrinkled old face.

"Why live that long?"

"Seeing that you have such a promising future, I have nothing to worry about. Just live as long as you can."

"Just remember what grandpa said."

"Yes."

After finishing breakfast, Zhao Rong did not follow his wishes, but used his internal energy to massage him to activate his blood circulation.

But that's all we can do.

He has no martial arts skills, and at his age, it is not suitable for him to practice martial arts.

The aging of life is a natural process and cannot be stopped.

Zhao Fu stretched his arms, looked at Zhao Rong, then looked at Qu Feiyan. The smile on his face became even wider. He did not stay in the yard for long. He just said he was going to look for his old neighbors and went out for a stroll.

Zhao Rong walked to the edge of the corridor and saw the fishing nets and the fishing line tools used to trim the nets on the ground.

"Brother Rong, are you going back to the sect now?"

"No return."

Zhao Rong suddenly became interested. He sat on the small stool where his grandfather usually sat, pulled the fishing net, and found the knots and holes on it.

Just like back then, pull out the thread and repair it.

This skill is not rusty.

"Do you want to go get some sleep?"

"Need not."

Girl Qu shook her head and squatted aside, watching his hand movements with interest.

"Brother Rong, if you didn't learn martial arts, would you always be fishing?"

Zhao Rong glanced at her and continued to weave the web: "I don't know."

"Which one do you think is better?"

"Of course it's martial arts training, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see you."

She said this in a slightly hurried tone and took a step closer to Zhao Rong, as if she was afraid that it was true.

"We'll meet if we're destined to. Maybe one day you'll fall into the water and I'll save you."

"How could such a coincidence happen?" She laughed.

Zhao Rong handed over the fishing net and said, "Come, I'll teach you how to make a net."

"it is good."

Qu Feiyan responded, and then suddenly had an idea: "There is a martial arts master in this world. If he could weave a web, he would definitely be better than you."

"Who?"

"Give it a guess."

Zhao Rong paused and asked, "Six Immortals of Taogu?"

Qu Feiyan shook her head, but asked, "Why did you guess these six weirdos?"

Zhao Rong joked, "My grandfather and I can always do better than one person when weaving a net together, not to mention there are six of them."

"No, these six people are weird and must have made up a mess."

The girl's eyes were bright: "That must be Dongfang Bubai."

"He can fight with flying needles and thread, and can resist sword energy."

"If we compete with you on the Internet, he will definitely be the number one in the world."

"Nonsense." Zhao Rong laughed out loud, "That's embroidery."

They were talking and playing in front of the fishing nets, and grandpa didn't return until around noon.

After the three of them had lunch, grandpa went for a stroll again.

Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan went to Liu's house together.

"Strange, strange."

As soon as Liu Jing led him into the mansion, the teacher uncle came up to greet him with a smile and pulled him enthusiastically, "Master nephew, it's rare to see you, but you came at the right time today."

When Liu Jing saw Uncle Fang's look, she immediately understood and retreated.

“What’s different today?”

Zhao Rong glanced at Liu Jing's back, then looked at Uncle Teacher Fang.

"You come with me."

He led the way with some riddles, walked for a while, and then flew onto the roof.

Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan followed, and the three of them walked on the roof.

After a while, I saw a bamboo garden path ahead.

There happened to be a bamboo shade on the roof. Uncle Fang waved his sleeves to push away the bamboo leaves, pointed toward the attic in front, and motioned for them to sit down.

Zhao Rong heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from the attic.

In this laughter
There is Mr. Liu San, Qu Zhiyin, and Mr. Huang Zhong.

I don’t know what they were talking about, they were laughing so happily.

Zhao Rong stroked his chin in thought.

Originally it was the Gao Shan Liu Shui combination of Liu Sanye and Qu Zhiyin, and now there is a big owner of the manor, so can it be called the piano music version of Winter Three Friends?

He found Uncle Teacher Fang very interesting.

Listen to their laughter and music from a distance and enjoy it leisurely by yourself.

If you are in the mood, you can play the piano from a distance to join in the fun.

After a while, a tune sounded from the attic.

The music was brilliant and colorful, with spears and swords flying everywhere. The music played on the zither was exactly Guangling San.

In the hands of these three masters of guqin, the charm of Guangling San has been fully demonstrated.

Their music does not sound complicated at all, but rather crisscrosses and blends perfectly.

If Ji Kang were here to listen, he would certainly have no regrets.

After Guangling San was played, another tune that Zhao Rong had never heard before began to sound faintly.

The two sounds of the piano were very elegant at first, and after a while, the soft sound of the flute was mixed in with the piano music.

The sound of the lyre was peaceful and neutral, with the clear sound of the flute mixed in, as if asking and answering each other.

This zither and flute are different from the Guangling San played by the three people just now. It is clearly the work of Gaoshan Liushui and others.

The sound of the zither and the flute filled the attic; the zither's notes were rapid and high-pitched, while the flute's sounds gradually became low and gradual, like a gossamer floating in the wind.

The two voices came one after another, like the surging tide, which created a moving feeling in Zhao Rong's heart.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter was heard again.

At this time, the sonorous sound that burst out from the piano seemed to be murderous, but the sound of the flute was still gentle and graceful. The two had ups and downs, extremely complex changes, and yet they were perfectly integrated, making people feel the great waves in the rivers and lakes, and it seemed as if they saw the time when the waves calmed down.

All human affairs, all kinds of sorrows and joys, were drowned in the waves, and eventually no trace was left.

The distant sounds of the zither and flute lingered in Zhao Rong's mind for a long time, filling him with infinite emotion.

Is this the song from “Swordsman”?
"Master nephew, little nephew, what do you think of this song?"

Qu Feiyan did not comment, but just asked: "Uncle Master, what song is this?"

Fang Qianju stroked his short beard and said, "Smiling Proudly in the World of Swordsman."

He answered the younger nephew's words and smiled at the older nephew. Zhao Rong said, "First it was Guangling San, then Xiaoao Jianghu."

"High Mountains and Flowing Water" is a discussion of music with Ji Kang, and Mr. Huang Lao is just commenting on it."

"The lingering rhythm of this piece of music is like the water of a great river flowing eastwards for thousands of years without stopping. Only those with extremely exquisite skills in playing the qin and flute can play it together."

"It's like listening to heavenly music and your ears are temporarily clear. It's wonderful."

"Even if Ji Kang were here, he would still sigh that this piece of music is as good as Guangling San."

Fang Qianju heard him give such a high evaluation and exclaimed: "When I first heard this song, I was also deeply shocked."

"The song is over. Since Master Nephew also enjoys it so much, let's go to the attic and ask them to play it again."

"No."

Zhao Rong suddenly refused and said to him with a smile:
"It's been a long time since I came back from Songshan this time, so I just thought of coming here to see how Master Uncle and the others are doing. I also want to briefly summarize the affairs of the martial arts world so that they can be completely at ease."

"It's just that after listening to this song today, I already liked it."

"Since you are already the best in the world, why bother asking about those trivial matters?"

"I heard the music and saw people. I felt relieved to know that Uncle Liu and the others were all well. I won't disturb their fun at this time."

He stood up from the shade of the bamboo and was about to say goodbye.

Uncle Fang was an interesting man with a carefree mind. He thought what Zhao Rong said made sense and decided not to keep him as a guest.

"Go."

"I will tell my brothers about your words tonight. They will be delighted."

Fang Qianju smiled and said, "This is the recognition of being the best in the world."

When Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan left Liu's house, Liu Jing outside did not find it strange and just asked them to come more often.

"Swordsman."

“How many people in the world can do that?”

Qu Feiyan muttered twice, then looked at Zhao Rong: "Brother Rong, you are one of them."

"Is it right?"

"Correct."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded: "Let's go to Tianzhu Peak to take a look."

They set off as soon as they said they would. Two people and two horses arrived at the foot of Tianzhu Peak half an hour later.

They climbed up the mountain and made a lot of noise on the trail.

Shi Lingwei, the Five-Way God, and Ding Jian, the One-Word Electric Sword, each dressed in black, poked their heads out of the wooden house.

When Sword God and Mountain Guardian saw the person coming, he immediately smiled, clasped his fists, and retreated back into the house.

Walk past these two mountain guarding gates and continue walking up the steep slope, and you will eventually reach the Sword Tomb.

A long-faced man in a plain robe, with a calm expression, was facing a sword that was inserted into the rock.

It was Feng Buping, the sword slave who had retired to Mount Tianshan.

Feng Buping lived in seclusion in Zhongtiao Mountain for more than 20 years, but now he was desperate and could not compare with Zhao Rong in terms of meditation.

Ever since the sword fight at Hengshan, he has never left the Five Gods Peak.

The sword tomb in front of him seemed to be everything to him.

"Sword God."

When Zhao Rong came closer, Feng Buping greeted him.

"Long time no see, is Mr. Feng doing well here?"

Feng Buping responded upon hearing this: "Everything is fine."

He stared at the sword tomb: "For me, this is a pure land."

Zhao Rong asked again: "Have you ever felt like fighting with me recently?"

Feng Buping shook his head: "Not yet."

"Although my swordsmanship has improved, I still feel that I am no match for the Sword God. As time goes by, if my swordsmanship improves significantly, I will come to ask for your advice."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong was very optimistic about his concentration on the sword: "I hope this day will come soon."

"If Mr. Feng has anything to ask for, you can tell the disciples down the mountain."

Feng Buping said: "I dare not ask for anything, thank you very much."

"Don't be polite. You are now on the Five Gods Peak, which means you are a part of Hengshan."

Zhao Rong's simple words brought warmth to the wandering ghosts in Zhongtiao Mountain.

Feng Buping nodded.

When Zhao Rong turned around and walked down the mountain, Feng Buping watched him go away.

The disciples from the mountain usually came up to bring him daily necessities, and they were not silent. He had heard about the battle at the top of Mount Songshan.

Dongfang Bubai was also defeated.

So when Zhao Rong said "I hope this day will come soon", Feng Buping heard it as a hope that he would have an opponent in the martial arts world.

His sword heart was somewhat restless, and he really hoped that he could become a rival to the Sword God.

At the foot of Tianshan Mountains.

Zhao Rong and Qu Feiyan reined in their horses and walked slowly.

"Brother Rong, does this Mr. Feng count as the Smiling Proud Wanderer?"

"What do you say?"

The girl said: "I think"

"If he had always been on Tianzhu Peak, then it would have counted, just like Uncle Liu and my grandfather. After they left the martial arts world, they studied the music of "Swordsman" and enjoyed it."

"This Mr. Feng is on the peak. His sword is like Uncle Liu's seven-stringed harp, and his song "Swordsman" is the Wind Sword Technique."

"Now that Brother Rong is at the Five Gods Peak, no one dares to disturb us. Mr. Feng is now the most powerful man in the world."

"But if he leaves the Pure Land and reenters the martial world, many troubles will follow."

After she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Rong's face.

"You are absolutely right."

"If you can find your ambition in life, have a broad mind and no worries, then you have found the Pure Land of Life, and that may be enough."

After Zhao Rong finished speaking, he heard laughter as clear as a silver bell beside him.

"Brother Rong makes it sound simple, but there are few people in the martial arts world who have pure minds."

"So, there is no sorrow. Not many people can do that."

Zhao Rong also laughed, and they walked near the post station again.

The Tianshan Mountains are lush green, the hibiscus is sparse and beautiful, the clouds and mists cover the mountain tops, and the Five Gods Peaks are magnificent.

Qu Feiyan mentioned another matter along the way, and Zhao Rong immediately made arrangements.

In the evening, they came to Tongfu Inn.

Another gathering of old friends.

This time, in addition to Bao Butian, Bao Datong, Xing Daosi, Wen Tai, Lu Gui, Lu Shilai, Pu Kui and others, there were also Gongsun Shendu and his wife who came from Yongzhou.

Zhao Rong used to meet with them from time to time when he had time.

But this is the first time since becoming number one in the world.

After this party, Wentai approached him alone.

"Young Master, are you feeling well today?"

Hearing Zhao Rong's joke, Wen Tai touched his head and smiled bitterly: "Nothing is wrong."

"But I won't fight with the best in the world."

"That"

Wen Tai sighed, clasped his fists and said, "I received a letter from my father, asking me to return to Benlei Villa to get married."

Zhao Rong nodded and said, "This is a good thing."

Wentai looked at the plaque of Tongfu Inn with some reluctance in his eyes.

He clasped his fists again and said, "I was young and frivolous back then, and I offended many people."

Zhao Rong immediately helped him up: "The past is like flowing water, it has long passed."

Wentai felt emotional but didn't say anything else.

Early the next morning, he said goodbye to everyone and left Yancheng in a hurry.

After he left, Qu Feiyan smiled and said.

"In fact, he received a letter from Benlei Villa a long time ago. The person he is going to marry this time is his childhood sweetheart."

"But I was too embarrassed to leave because of my face and my promise."

"If he doesn't go back this time, his lover will marry someone else."

Zhao Rong looked towards the west of the city in some surprise.

He laughed again:
"This guy is really interesting. On his wedding day, he will ask someone to send him a gift."

The girl said with a smile:
"Incredible, this is the best gift in the world."

"This time, Benlei Villa has made a lot of money."

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