Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 208: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (Part )
Wenshan Yiyuan, Pu'an Prefecture.

After Wen Tingrong entertained and settled the three people, he realized that they had no intention of talking more, so he tactfully left.

Back in the inner hall, the most important people of the Wen family sat together again.

Including Boss Wen’s second brother, third sister, son, nephews and nieces, and several core gang members.

"After a close look at these three today, they look very unfamiliar. I can't tell their background at all. They don't seem to be from the nearby forces of Pu'an Prefecture."

Deputy gang leader Wen Tinglin was tall, strong and muscular, with a cautious look on his face:
"But judging by the skills he showed that night, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

He reminded the others:

"During these few days in the garden, everyone should tell their benefactors not to neglect them."

"Yes."

The core members of the gang all agreed.

Wen Tingrong followed his second brother's words and warned the younger generations, "You like to make noise on weekdays, but you must not offend the distinguished guests at this time."

The juniors nodded.

The niece in her early twenties looked up and asked curiously:

"Uncle, I think the three benefactors are not much different from ordinary people in the martial arts world. Are they really as powerful as you say?"

The two slightly older young men next to him also stared at Boss Wen intently, listening to his answer.

"You have met too few people in the martial arts world."

"Considering the skills of these three, even that little girl can be considered a martial arts master. We are a small sect and only have some influence in Pu'an Prefecture, but our foundation cannot be compared with that of the big sects."

Boss Wen patiently instructed the younger generation:
"The Wenshan Caravan is in trouble this time, and we can't solve it by our own ability."

"Those people knew our background and sent the letter to the village, using us to lure out these three people."

"Think about it, if they don't have the ability, how dare they come to the appointment?"

His tone was a little heavy:

"There were many strong men on the Guizhou-Yunnan Ancient Post Road that night. I just hope the impact of this incident will not continue to expand, otherwise it will be difficult to end."

Seeing that he looked serious, the younger generations stopped asking questions.

Boss Wen's sister, Wen Yuanxiu, diverted the topic elsewhere and began to speculate on the identities of the people on both sides.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

Unfortunately.
Be it the force that sent the letter to the Wen family or the three people who came today, they were all unable to see through them.

It’s not the Wen family’s fault for being short-sighted and ignorant.

Even Zou Songqing and Zhao Shu, who received the letter, did not know the other party's origins at this time.

But with the presence of the Green Eagle, he feels confident.

Waited for seven days at Wenshan Yiyuan.

The first heavy rain after late summer came unexpectedly. The Wen family was on the west side of Pu'an Prefecture, on higher ground.

The river upstream overflowed, and the water gathered under the eaves in front of the gate into a stream, wetting the official road.

The rain continued to pour down, and muddy water gathered in the potholes on the road.

However.
On that day when the rain was pouring down, a group of men in black, wearing straw hats and jackets, came on horseback.

"Da da da~~!!"

The horse's hooves stepped into the mud pit, and the turbid waves emptied out and shot in all directions.

There were more than twenty riders coming, all waving their whips and shouting cold and chilling slogans that sounded like those from outside the Great Wall.

These people came with great momentum and refused to dismount even when they arrived at the gate of Wenshan Yiyuan.

Two men rode their horses, pulling the reins, and wandered in front of the gate of the Wen family garden. They ignored the looks of the men from the Wenshan Caravan, looking down at them from their horses, very rudely.

"Is Boss Wen here?"

The rain was falling heavily, and the front of the hat of the man who was speaking was pushed down deep, and the rain was like a curtain, and his expression could be clearly seen.

As promised, Wen Tingrong, who was waiting at the door early, did not dare to offend these evil stars.

He immediately walked out of the crowd without taking the oil-paper umbrella handed to him by the person next to him.

In the rain, he raised his hands and shouted:
"I know that many distinguished guests are coming today, and I have been waiting for you for a long time. It is noon now and it is raining heavily. I have prepared some light wine in the garden as a token of my respect."

"Please come in and have a chat."

He knew that the caravan could not afford to provoke the other party and wanted to settle the matter, so he took a very humble attitude.

The man who spoke before raised his head slightly and said, "You are quite capable."

"but."

He snorted coldly: "A small caravan is not qualified to drink with me."

Boss Wen was not angry either, and immediately passed on the message: "I have sent the letter from the senior, and several other distinguished guests are already in the garden."

"it is good."

The man responded with satisfaction after hearing this.

More than twenty people dismounted and rushed into the garden in a moment.

Don’t underestimate the fact that the caravan members waiting in line and the guards in Wen Garden outnumber them several times as many as they do. These twenty-odd people wearing straw raincoats and hats didn’t even look at them.

This team is obviously well-trained and has a very clear goal.

They followed the directions given by Boss Wen and headed straight for the center of Wen Garden.

This is a huge reception hall that can easily accommodate two to three hundred people.

When they entered the door, old man Dian Cang, who had his eyes closed, looked up, then closed his eyes again.

Zou Songqing stood up.

He was about to meet the two people in front, but the girl was one step ahead of him and walked over first.

At this moment, a faint fragrance seemed to come from the hall.

Although this was the Wen family's territory, even Gang Leader Wen and a group of gang members who were standing at the outermost edge had become spectators.

They couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

The heroic and lively girl was not afraid of these fierce men in straw raincoats.

Instead, he confronted the two people in the front before the two elders, and sat down at the table in the middle of the hall face to face.

The two men took off their hats in front of the girl, revealing two pale and terrifying faces.

If you look closely, you can see dark blue meridians.

Moreover, the two men's temples were bulging high, which showed that they had good internal strength.

"Little Doll"

The man who spoke was over forty years old. There was a hint of smile on his pale face when he spoke, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes, giving off an indescribable eerie feeling.

"If I remember correctly, you killed several of our men that night."

Zhao Shu said casually:
"My mother taught me that if someone wants to kill me, then that person's death is not unjust at all."

"Your people attacked me, so I can't kill them?"

The white-faced man on the left continued, "Your mother was right. This is how the martial arts world is."

"But has she ever taught you that there are some people you cannot offend?"

"What can't be offended?"

The girl snorted and raised her chin slightly: "Even if the world's number one sword god provokes me, I will draw my sword and fight him, let alone you people who hide your head and show your tail."

As soon as she said this, the surrounding caravan members' eyes widened.

Several younger generations of the Wen family and Gang Leader Wen were all frightened.

This. This is not something that can be said.

If you want to say something, don’t say it in my Wen family manor.

Even the two pale-faced men sitting opposite him felt their temples twitching slightly after hearing this and could not help but pause.

The man on the left sneered and shook his head: "It is true that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

"Little kid, it seems you don't know how dangerous the world is."

Zhao Shu didn't give him face either: "Stop talking so much. You went to so much trouble to find us just to debate these boring things."

"According to what was said in the letter, you also obtained the fragments of the Panzhou remains."

"If it's not fake, take it out and have a look."

While she was speaking, Zou Songqing behind her took out a piece of sheepskin from his sleeve, which was the Panzhou relics he had obtained that night.

As soon as they saw this thing, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

There was a gleam of greed in many people's eyes.

Today, the Panzhou relics are no longer a big secret in the eyes of those who know the inside story.

This thing not only records the profound martial arts insights of "Lotus", but also contains something amazing.

That is about the release of true Qi.

Judging from the inscription itself, it is not an old thing, so it is very likely that this master of the secret is still alive. Since the beginning of sword energy, the release of true energy is a new learning in the martial arts world.

Shaolin's unique skills are secretly targeted by many people because of their medium properties for carrying true energy.

Now that this Panzhou inscription has come to light, it has naturally caused an uproar.

This master can explain the release of true Qi, so it seems that he is no ordinary person when it comes to the mysteries of the universe.

The news is leaking out from Yunnan and Guizhou. Given time, the influence of this legacy in today's martial arts world may be no less than that of Sword God Yang Pu.

Some old martial arts masters even speculated that this was a contemporary master competing with the Sword God.

That is why there are Panzhou inscriptions.

How could they not be envious when they saw what Zou Songqing had in his hand?

The smile on the white-faced man's face became more and more sinister, and he immediately wanted to snatch it.

But when he looked at the old man with his eyes closed, he felt fearful again.

Judging from the battle that night, this old man is a tough guy and should be a master at the level of a sect leader.

At this time, a man as strong as an iron tower stepped out from the group of men in straw raincoats behind him. He reached into his arms and also took out a piece of sheepskin.

As to whether there is any content on it, it is not clear.

The white-faced man said, "We certainly have some fragments and inscriptions left behind."

"I think everyone has a printed copy. It won't do any harm to us to exchange these fragments."

"but."

His face darkened: "Our people must not die in vain."

Facing the fierce looks from the two men, Zhao Shu smiled instead: "Then why waste time talking, just do it directly."

Her fearless look made the white-faced man hesitate.

He didn't respond to Zhao Shu's words, but glanced sideways at the nervous Wen Tingrong.

He said to the other white-faced man who had not spoken a word, "Boss Wen, since you have set the table, why don't you come forward and pour the wine?"

Gang Leader Wen looked at the two ferocious looking men, then looked at the young girl.

One party spoke, and the other party did not refuse.

He felt the tense atmosphere and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. With a stiff smile on his face, he took two steps forward.

Immediately, a servant brought cups and plates, and Wen Tingrong took down a few white jade wine cups.

He then picked up the wine jug with the pastel-colored lady painted on it, pulled out the wine line, and poured the wine.

The white-faced man stared at the drink and pressed his fingers lightly on the mahogany table.

Zhao Shu looked at his movements and then at the beautiful foam that appeared in the wine.

"please."

Boss Wen poured the wine and stood aside.

The white-faced man said to Zhao Shu:

"Your mother should have taught you that grudges in the martial arts world do not necessarily have to be resolved with swords."

As he spoke, he held up the white jade wine cup.

"If you dare to drink this glass of wine from me, we will let bygones be bygones."

He just stretched out his hand, and the small white jade wine cup made a few circles and flew in front of the girl.

miracly
The wine foamed, but not a drop of wine was spilled!
This attack obviously involved extremely sophisticated hidden weapon techniques.

Boss Wen, who was standing by, was shocked by what was happening.

Zou Songqing sensed something was up and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

did not expect.
The girl smiled and reached out to stop him.

Everyone saw her push the wine cup in front of her with her backhand, and the wine cup slid across the table and went straight to the white-faced man.

There was a loud "whoosh" sound.

The wine in the white jade wine cup was surging and floating in the air, but it made a circle along the slightly curved wall of the cup to release the force and then returned steadily to the cup.

Not only was there not a drop spilled, but there was even more foam.

The subtlety implied in it made the Eagle nod secretly.

Many members of the caravan stared at the girl in amazement, their hearts filled with shock.

This girl is not only eloquent, but also very skilled.

Several younger generations of the Wen family were very skeptical about the description of the head of the Wen family.

I all agree with this at this moment.

The girl's clear and lively voice echoed in the hall:
"You asked me to drink, so do you have the courage to drink this glass of wine?"

The white-faced man who handed the wine changed his expression and snorted coldly.

He was not afraid, but a little angry.

It is simply insulting for a little girl to dare to force her in this regard.

So he said provocatively: "You must be courageous to survive in the underworld. If you can't even drink a glass of wine, then you'd better go home as soon as possible."

"You asked for this, little kid, if you want to test your courage."

His words were sinister, and he stretched his right hand forward as he spoke.

Suddenly, a thin black and white snake emerged from the black sleeve under the raincoat. The snake was spitting out black tongue and making a hissing sound.

When people around saw it, their scalps immediately went numb.

This person seemed to be showing off. He blew a slight whistle, and the black and white krait actually poked its head forward.

It stretched out further and further, and finally the snake rolled up its body and rolled up the white jade wine cup.

Although some of the wine was spilled, the krait rolled the wine glass in front of the white-faced man.

This ability to control poisons is simply amazing and it opened everyone's eyes.

Many of the people wearing straw raincoats looked pleased.

Then he looked at the little girl to see if she was frightened.

A normal little girl would be so scared that she would cry for her parents when she saw such a poisonous thing.

However.
When the smart girl saw the poisonous snake, she was not afraid but smiled.

She took out a purple, gold and red gourd from her waist.

She thought the gourd should be filled with wine, but she didn't expect that when she opened the lid, a hissing sound could be heard.

The two white-faced men's eyes widened slightly.

The girl hummed a clear tune.

Suddenly, a small green snake came out and rolled the white jade wine cup in front of her.

The green snake had big eyes and looked very docile, so its movements were gentle and not a drop of wine was spilled.

Elder Dian Cang and Zou Songqing also showed curiosity. Before, they had only heard Lan Shu identify poisonous herbs and plants, but they did not expect that she knew such strange poison techniques.

The white-faced man who was controlling the krait changed his expression again.

At this moment, the anger disappeared, and there was a bit more recognition and seriousness.

"I was mistaken, girl, which sect are you from?"

Zhao Shu asked back: "What sect or school are you from?"

The white-faced man said sternly, "West of Yangguan, there is the desert and yellow sand. I am just an ordinary snake exorcist on a remote mountain."

Zhao Shu's eyes were calm. "There are hundreds of thousands of mountains on the border of Yunnan and Guizhou. There are countless people who know and raise poisons. I am just an ordinary one among them."

The two were tit for tat.

Afterwards, they raised their wine cups to each other.

The wine cup is very small and can be finished in one gulp.

After the girl and the pale-faced man finished drinking, they each turned their wine cups upside down to indicate that not a single drop should be left.

They stopped talking and practiced their skills secretly.

Everyone around was nervous, looking at the girl and then at the pale-faced man.

A moment later
The girl looked relaxed, with a slight laugh on her lips.

The meridians in the bulging temple of the drunk white-faced man were beating rapidly.

suddenly
The pale face was covered with green, which was exactly the same color as the green snake just now!
"Junior brother!!"

The other person yelled and jumped off his seat in a hurry.

but
He couldn't hear any response, and his fellow apprentice who had been practicing martial arts shuddered all over.

Falling backwards with head tilted back
With a bang, he fell into the Wen family hall, forgetting to breathe and fell asleep.
……

(End of this chapter)