Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 201 Peaceful years
In early autumn, a heavy rain brought cool breeze and refreshing air to the land of Xiaoxiang.

The river water is clear and blue, reflecting the forests on the mountainside on both sides. The red leaves of the trees are blooming in the water, and the bright color seems to dye the river red.

In the more than one month since returning to Yancheng, Zhao Rong has visited friends, sometimes chatting over tea, and sometimes drinking and exchanging cups.

He also discussed calligraphy with Tu Bi Weng and asked questions about chess with Black and White Zi.

On the eighth day of the seventh month, Zhao Rong met Mr. Wen, who was good at freehand painting.

He immediately set up a plan and invited Dan Qingsheng to climb the dock wall and paint together.

Zhao Rong didn't have much skill in painting, but he knew a little about appreciating art and was a good visitor.

Chen Shuqi and Wang Fu once wrote "Autumn Scenery in Xiaoxiang".

The painting is vast and empty, with sailboats appearing and disappearing, misty waves, bamboo trees, and a boundless vastness.

Facing the river view at the pier that day, Mr. Wen and Dan Qingsheng were in high spirits and started painting together.

Both of them were masters of freehand painting, so they painted the setting sun, the solitary wild duck, and the wild geese flying over the flat sand in their paintings, as well as the returning sails in the distant harbor, the setting sun in the lonely village, and the evening bell in the mountain temple.

What a beautiful ink landscape painting.

This is a painting titled "Xiaoxiang Writing Autumn", which has a quiet and peaceful artistic conception, and is in no way inferior to the works of Chen Shuqi and Wang Fu.

There is even a hint of sharpness hidden in this painting.

At the bow of the returning boat, there was a silhouette of a man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat. Next to him was a sword with a wine gourd tied to it. The man sat quietly at the bow, holding a fishing rod, fishing in the Xiang River.

After Mr. Wen finished painting, he smiled at Zhao Rong and said:
"This man wearing a hat and a straw raincoat was painted based on your figure."

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised when he heard this, then he looked at the painting carefully and asked with a smile, "It does look like an old man."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Mr. Wen and Dan Qingsheng both nodded repeatedly.

"An old man is fishing in Xiaoxiang with a fragrant bait on his rod. Only then can the autumn atmosphere be felt.

After Mr. Wen finished speaking, Dan Qingsheng stared at Zhao Rong and said:
"Everyone has seen the young sword god, who dominated the world and was a hero. But we imagine your old age, the spring and autumn in the world, year after year, countless reincarnations."

"But life always has an end."

"The Sword God in his later years was just like this painting, with his sword off, fishing rod in hand, drifting on the Xiang River in a boat."

"At this time, the autumn in Xiaoxiang is deep, and heroes eventually reach old age. People have always been sad when talking about autumn, and there are endless words about loneliness. We also say the same thing."

When he got to this point, he actually took out a pot of wine and started drinking.

After hearing his words, Zhao Rong couldn't help but imagine what he would be like in his old age.

He went to look at the painting again, and felt that this picture of autumn, although magnificent and full of Xiaoxiang scenery, was more of a freehand painting than a description of the scenery, with a strong sense of autumn, as if one could see yellow leaves all over the mountains falling in the wind.

Indeed, there is a sense of sadness and old age.

Zhao Rong stared at the old man in the painting and couldn't help asking, "Do you want me to look at this painting again decades later and experience the same emotions as now?"

"Do not."

Mr. Wen shook his head. Dan Qingsheng put down his drink and said with a smile:
"Quite the opposite."

"This is to let you see the scenery of old age, experience the feelings of old age, and stand in this moment again, so that you can cherish the present and enjoy the beauty of the world."

"White egrets and seagulls, endless blue waters, waving green flags, and the fireworks of the world, which one is not before your eyes?"

"When you are in your prime, you should seize the time and make the most of it."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I invite you to paint the Xiaoxiang landscape. You two have already broken free from the constraints of landscape. You want to paint my life as well."

Mr. Wen and Dan Qingsheng also laughed.

The three of them were appreciating paintings and drinking wine on the city wall. The wine seemed to be infused with the autumn spirit of Xiaoxiang.

After obtaining the "Autumn Picture", Zhao Rong traveled everywhere.

Sometimes he stood by the bank of the Xiang River, sometimes he stood on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, looking at the red leaves all over the mountain, the fish and water birds in the river, and then he walked to the Wushen Peak and stopped at the Yanfeng Temple.
The beautiful scenery of Yancheng was all caught in his eyes.

When he was in the mood, he would leave inscriptions on the stone walls of some mountains and rivers in Hengzhou.

Some of these inscriptions are insights into life, and some are two lines of poetry.

Sometimes, when one has a strong sword intent, he will leave behind some techniques and methods of exerting strength.

Sometimes when the martial arts ideas surge, I would just leave a few words of my insights into martial arts.

This is an interesting thing.

I wonder if there will be someone who will come here in the future, and whether they will be able to understand his legacy.

At the end of the first lunar month, Zhao Rong felt aroused in Hengyang, so after a brief explanation, he set out on his journey to Yunnan and Guizhou.

It took nearly a month of walking and sightseeing along the way to finally arrive in the east of Yunnan.

It is connected to Chuncheng in the west and is the key to Yunnan and Guizhou and the source of the Pearl River.

Heading south from Qujing, there are continuous mountains.

In late autumn, it is often cloudy and rainy in the mountains, and the climate is even more unique. It is said that there are four seasons in one mountain and the weather is different in every ten miles.

The Shiwandashan Mountains are ancient and have many ancient relics and folk legends.

Zhao Rong entered Luoping Prefecture and met many martial artists.

Probably because they are wandering around the world, their attire is not much different from that of the people in the north.

He kept a low profile along the way.

He lingered along the way looking at the mountains and rivers, like a kid who had just left home and was new to the world, finding everything new to him.

As for the green robe, it is not considered a symbol now.

When Dongfang Bubai's blood-red clothes shocked the world, there were still people who dared to imitate his dress.

The Sword God has all his swords united together, and his sword energy shines extremely brightly. He is a more outstanding figure than Dongfang Bubai.

In addition, Zhao Rong has always been known as a chivalrous man.

There are many people in the world who admire him, and many young men and women imitate his style.

Not to mention Xiaoxiang, Jingchu, Central Plains and other places, Zhao Rong entered Yunnan and Guizhou, and he often saw young men in green clothes and holding swords along the way.

Therefore, it is difficult for people who are not familiar with him to recognize his identity just by looking at his appearance.

The Five Immortal Sect members who were growing herbs on Furong Peak showed Zhao Rong the way and told him that the ancient village of the Immortal Sect was in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

But when he arrived in Luoping Prefecture, he saw the mountains stacked up, the clouds and mist lingering, and the many winding mountain roads. Zhao Rong couldn't tell which road to take.

"Do you know how to get to the Five Immortal Sect?"

Zhao Rong asked several people from the underworld.

When they heard this, they immediately showed expressions of fear and dread.

The Five Immortals Sect is a term used among friends; the one that has always been widely circulated in the martial arts world is the Five Poisons Sect.

Even the local martial artists could not help but change color when they heard these three words.

Someone responded: "In the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Someone said: "I don't know exactly where it is, but it is full of poisonous insects and poisonous snakes. I advise you not to go there, or you will never come back."

There was also a bearded uncle who sold pork who kindly advised Zhao Rong:
"That's the Five Poison Sect, not the Five Immortals Sect. You must have been mesmerized by the beauty of the Five Poison Sect leader. I've seen many young people like you. I advise you to turn back and not be bewitched."

"Everyone in the Five Poison Sect knows how to poison people. This Sect Leader Lan is the best poison master in the world. If you enter the Shiwan Mountains, you will definitely lose your life."

"Let's talk again."

"There has never been a case of a leader of the Five Poison Sect marrying someone other than her husband. You are indeed pretty, but what's the point? In the face of the strict rules of the sect, don't even think about impressing Leader Lan."

"I heard that this Blue Cult Leader can use magic. People can't walk when they see her appearance. When they hear her voice, they lose their souls instantly. Even drinking a few jars of magic water can't save them."

Zhao Rong was not afraid when he heard this. Instead, he showed an expression of great anticipation.

In front of the Su's Meat Shop in Luopingzhou, a butcher with a fierce look like an iron tower was sharpening a butcher knife. When he saw Zhao Rong's appearance, the beard on the butcher's chin trembled slightly.

Then he shook his head, feeling that the young man in front of him was hopeless.

The butcher selling pork was named Su Ye. He had been a wandering man in his early years and had some decent knife skills.

Young people like this are really not uncommon.

Zhao Rong smiled and thanked him for his kindness, then asked where the Five Immortals Sect was.

The butcher pointed out the way, saying that ordinary people in the martial arts world would not dare to go to the Five Poison Sect, and only the old man selling medicinal herbs and mushrooms in the market knew the way.

They occasionally traded herbs with the Five Poison Sect.

Zhao Rong listened to him and indeed found out the location of the Five Poison Sect from an old man who sold centipede grass, sedge and porcini.

He paid the old man some silver to lead the way.

The two of them entered the Shiwan Mountains together.

I heard from the old people that some of the branches on the mountain were trampled out by people collecting herbs and mushrooms.

Some are connected to some ancient tribes and some are villages living in the mountains.

These villages and tribes have a long history and each has its own rules. If you don't have an acquaintance to take you there, it's easy to break taboos. If you offend them, you might be in danger.

Therefore, although the scenery of the Ten Thousand Mountains is magnificent, apart from the locals, there are very few martial artists who dare to go deep into them.

After passing many forks in the road, the old man picking herbs pointed towards the depths of the clouds.

Zhao Rong saw a dense forest.

"You follow the path in this forest. There is only one road in it. After a dozen miles, you will see the ancient village. That is where the Five Poison Sect is."

"There are many poisonous insects along this road. I dare not enter."

"On the fifteenth of every other month, we will trade herbs outside this forest. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for a month in Luoping Prefecture. Then you can meet the people from the Five Poison Sect. If you really have something important to tell them, let them take you in. It will be much safer there."

The old man who collected herbs looked at Zhao Rong, waiting for his decision.

"Thank you. Please be careful when you go out."

"Okay, then be careful."

The old man nodded, turned around and left with his bag on his back.

When he looked back, the young man he had been talking to had disappeared into the dense forest.

This courage made the old man somewhat impressed.

……

Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains, a place shrouded in mist and clouds.

There are antique stilt houses along the mountains and rivers, winding paths, clear streams, and fragrant medicinal fields. Green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds.

Among the Ten Thousand Mountains, these ancient villages and buildings are like a silent, restrained and beautiful painting.

It stands tall in the mountains, undisturbed by anyone, enjoying its tranquility.

The ancient village stretches upwards, with a stone road. The stones next to the stilt houses are piled high, like a stone alley.

Nameless wild grasses and flowers sprout from cracks in the rocks, adding color and vitality to the ancient building.

Occasionally, the sound of reed pipes could be heard from the stilt houses.

There were also some Miao people walking in the fields carrying farm tools.

In addition to the followers of the Five Immortals Sect, there are also many simple Miao farmers who live in this quiet place.

It winds up from the flat ancient village below to the halfway point of a big mountain.

It is a lush green area with more herbs and flowers, and bees and butterflies flying around.

The Miao people walking on the steep mountain roads all have martial arts skills.

These are obviously followers of the Five Immortals Sect.

just
No matter how good their martial arts were, they were all doing their own things and didn't notice when a man in green walked past them and leisurely admired the ancient village.

that's all.
The man in blue climbed up the bluestone steps halfway up the mountain and saw a tall building.

That is exactly where the core site of the Five Immortals Sect is located.

A smile appeared on Zhao Rong's face as he picked fruits along the way and climbed the stairs.

Right now
A gust of mountain wind blew the iron horse hanging on the eaves of the pavilion halfway up the mountain, and soon the clear sound of a flute was heard.

When the sound of the flute died down, the guardian Tao Bai, who was standing on the roof of the attic, smiled at the woman who was playing with the jade flute.

The attic is old and colourless.

However, the woman was dressed in colorful clothes with a colorful skirt, which was particularly bright in the old wooden attic, like a quietly blooming flower.

Under her beautiful appearance, she has a pair of big and charming eyes. Her gaze is so deep, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

at this time
Lan Fenghuang was sitting in the attic, her long legs spreading out the hem of her skirt, letting it sway gently in the mountain breeze.

One hand held a jade flute, the other supported her chin, the lace cuffs on her hand hung down, revealing a white arm, with a silver ring adorning her wrist.

There was a smile on the face of the guardian Tao Bai at first, but when he saw her infatuated look, the smile disappeared in an instant.

"Master, you really have been infected with a love poison." Tao Bai rolled his eyes slightly.

“That’s not great.”

Her voice was still as gentle and sweet as ever: "I am thinking about my brother, and he must be thinking about me too."

"Not always."

Tao Bai said: "I think he treated you as a wine jar. Now that the wine is gone, he threw the jar away."

"You know that the jar of Wubao wine is also very valuable. You gave him the wine and brought the jar back. But in his eyes, there is no wine in the jar, so it has no value at all."

"Now that he is number one in the world, what kind of woman can't he get?"

"Master"

"Maybe you are just his former wine. He has tasted you and wants to change the taste. You have to have some ambition and forget him as soon as possible."

"Even if he is the best in the world, so what? My ancient village is in the Ten Thousand Mountains. You are the leader of the Immortal Sect, and your status is equally precious. It is not worth it to keep thinking about a heartless person."

Upon hearing this, Master Lan suddenly laughed.

Her eyes were full of charm: "Sister Tao, he is not that kind of person."

Seeing how charming she was and how infatuated she was with that man, Tao Bai sighed.

"If it wasn't what I said, why didn't he come to look for you after so long?"

"Do you have to go to Hengyang to find him?"

"If that's the case, you think too highly of him."

Lan A-mei shook her head: "Others only see that he is the best in the world, but they don't know how dangerous it is to fight Dongfang Bubai."

"He didn't come to me before because he was preparing for this dangerous battle. I can't help, and I definitely don't want to cause him trouble."

"Now that the dust has settled, if he doesn't come to find me, then...then I will go to Hengyang to find him."

Her voice was extremely charming, and when she said the last sentence, there was no resentment in it, but rather some anticipation.

Tao Bai kept shaking his head.

She felt that her leader was beyond help.

He felt sad for his own leader, but he could do nothing about it.

First, to know the personality of the leader, and second,
The person the leader loves is the best in the world.

It seems beautiful, but it is actually extremely dangerous, making people feel powerless.

Tao Bai sighed again, and Master Lan next to him picked up the flute and played a tune.

Wait for this song
Just when Lan Fenghuang put down the flute
suddenly!

Tao Bai's expression changed drastically, and he heard another extremely clear and melodious flute sound slowly coming into his ears.

This tune is exactly the same as the one played by Master Lan just now.

If others heard it, they would think it was their own leader playing the music.

But Tao Bai clearly saw that his leader had put down the flute.

this.!!
She widened her eyes and listened to the flute sound getting closer.

At some point, a figure in green suddenly appeared in the courtyard under the roof of the ancient village.

The man in green held a flute in one hand and a handful of wild mountain flowers in the other.

At this time, he was standing in the courtyard, looking towards the roof with a smile on his face.

Tao Bai looked at the man in green below, his head stiffened slightly, and he turned to look at his own leader.

The little flower in the ancient village seemed to be covered with morning dew, and its eyes were full of charm.

There was a tenderness and charm on her face mixed with deep affection, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and there was no longer any blue sky and white clouds in her eyes, only the figure of the man in green below.

The two of them stared at each other from a distance, ignoring her as the third party.

Treat Tao Bai as air.

"Ah Mei, are you home?"

Zhao Rong shifted his gaze and asked towards the depths of the attic, as if he didn't see the person on the roof.

"Good brother~"

This gentle and graceful voice echoed in the ancient village.

A gust of wind blew around Tao Bai, and Xiaohua beside him stood up and jumped down.

Tao Bai witnessed their audacity.

The Miao girl dares to love and hate. Sister Lan flew down and was caught by the man in green below and held in his arms.

When Tao Bai saw his leader, he wrapped his arms around the man below and directly hugged his neck.

They just circled in the air as if no one was around.

The wild flowers in his hand were shot into the air by a powerful internal energy and fell down as a rain of flowers.

This scene made Tao Bai a little stunned.

When she came to her senses a little, she heard the sound of wind passing by her ears again.

Tao Bai took a closer look.
Not far away, the man in green sat on the roof of the attic, and his own leader sat horizontally in his arms.

Zhao Rong looked closely at the charming face so close to him:

"Sister, am I late?"

"Not too late."

Sister Lan looked at him and said tenderly, "The world is just a stone's throw away. My dear brother is always in my heart, always there, and has never left my side."

Zhao Rong said gently: "Amei is also in my heart."

After he finished speaking, a gentle and naughty laugh was heard.

"I heard that the sword spirit of the Sword God is extremely sharp. I wonder if he can cut off the ties of love?"

Zhao Rong smiled: "How could that be possible."

"You asked me to listen."

After she finished speaking, she put her ear to his chest and listened.

The two expressed their love to each other.

Tao Bai blushed slightly, looked at their backs, smiled helplessly, and showed a trace of relief.

She slowly backed away and stopped bothering him.

When Tao Bai came out of the attic, he heard the sound of the flute again.

This time, she couldn't tell who was playing the music.

The sound of the flute echoed in the mountains, its sound was strangely clear and quiet.
The mountain smoke is gentle, the ancient village is peaceful, and the years are quiet and good
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