Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 212: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (XI)
That’s right, there’s no way you’re seeing it wrong!

Even though he had only recently entered the Northern and Southern martial arts world from the Western Regions, he had already learned a lot about the Hengshan swordsmanship in advance.

The severe pain from the wound on the bald villain's body was not as great as the fear in his heart.

He had been avoiding Hengzhou Prefecture, but was suddenly targeted by people from the Hengshan School in Yunnan and Guizhou. He was confused and puzzled, so how could he not be shocked?

He held a fish-head knife in his hand, wrapped it with fierce strength, and tried his best to wrap it around his body.

As a master of Western Region Esoteric Buddhism, the bald villain's fish-head knife technique is murderous!
The sound of the knife whistling was so loud that it attracted the attention of a group of people from the martial arts world near the tea stall in the rain.

Many people knew that he was the master who had just used Qinggong to cross the river!
but
Swift swords appeared frequently around him, constantly breaking through the defensive force set up by the Fish Head Knife.

Facing any of the three in front of him would be a dangerous and fierce battle, and there was no way he could escape unscathed from the three sword nets.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, clanging sounds rang out all over the bald villain's body, and blood splattered and was blown down by the heavy rain.

Before each of the three had even made their tenth move, blood began to flare up.

The woman who made the move held the sword behind her right hand and slapped forward with her left hand. Wherever the palm wind went, heavy rain flew diagonally in an instant, sweeping forward like waves. Using the continuous heavy rain as a medium, she slammed the palm force onto the bald villain.

In the eyes of people around, this kind of palm technique is almost the so-called true Qi transformation that is widely circulated in the martial arts world!
All the people watching the show stared at the woman in surprise and suspicion.

This palm technique looks extremely powerful, but in terms of palm strength, it has not yet reached the essence of releasing true energy.

But at this time, the bald villain was stabbed by a sword in front of him, so he had no energy left to continue fighting.

"Pfft~!"

He spit out blood from his mouth and flew backwards.

A puddle of mud and water splashed up, and the fish head knife fell to the side. He widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and struggled to say something.

But his body sank, and his bald head finally hit the mud and water, and he could no longer speak.

"Brother Mi, what do you think he wanted to say just now?"

The woman asked curiously.

Mi Weiyi smiled and said, "This man just mentioned the Panzhou Legacy Inscription. He heard that the content of this inscription is related to the release of true energy, so he suspected that we were blocking here for this Legacy Inscription."

"As for Junior Sister's move, Flowing Clouds, Overlapping Shadows, Overturning Seas, I estimate that she has reached 70% of the level that Senior Brother mentioned. It is really rare."

"In the eyes of this evil man, I'm afraid it's already the release of true energy."

"He was distracted by this and wanted to ask Junior Sister how she did it before he died."

"What a pity, I lost the chance to speak."

Ling Zhaoheng, who was standing by, nodded after hearing this: "That's right, that's right!"

"but."

“Is this Panzhou Relic Carving really as magical as the rumors say?”

Mi Weiyi and Li Weijin both shook their heads.

They haven't seen it, so it's hard to judge.

He leaned over the Western Region villain and checked his body to confirm that he was dead. Then he looked in the direction where the previous people had escaped.
"What about those people?"

Li Weijin looked at Mi Weiyi.

Senior Brother Mi picked up the fish-head knife and thought for a while: "The Western Region Pope is quite active. It seems that they are heading towards Liangdu. We should go and take a look."

Ling Zhaoheng said:

"What about Xiaoshu? Are we going to ignore her?"

He was a little embarrassed: "This man from Dian Cang Mountain has attained the Mysterious Truth. I don't know how Xiaoshu ran to the Wen family with him. If I follow them, I will definitely be discovered."

"Brother really gave us a big problem."

"My niece accepted the letter and refused to go to Yancheng. What can we do?"

Li Weijin showed a hint of sarcasm: "I don't think Senior Brother has any good solution himself."

"I remember that the last time he went to Yunnan, he not only lost a jade pendant carved by Mr. Gu, but also lost the wine gourd he had been carrying with him. He was in a very bad state."

At this point, the three of them found it funny.

Ling Zhaoheng smiled and said with emotion: "Xiaoshu is smart and clever, quite like my brother when he was young."

Mi Weiyi nodded, and a serious look appeared on his face again:
"Judging from what the Dian Cang Divine Sword has done, it is very different from more than 20 years ago."

"Although the Yunnan and Guizhou regions are not peaceful because of the incident of the legacy, it is safer for Xiaoshu to stay with this person from Dian Cangshan."

"Let's go to Liangdu and wait for them."

"Ah."

"The Western Region Pope has been very mysterious over the years, and now he is spreading his secrets in the world. This place is not in Xiaoxiang, so we must not take it lightly."

The three of them looked at the bald villain on the ground, knowing that this guy was actually quite capable.

If they were to fight alone, they wouldn't be able to do it so efficiently.

Back at the tea shed, they paid for their tea.

Then they were followed further and further away by many gazes, until their figures disappeared around the bend of the official road, and the people near the tea stall suddenly started talking loudly.

Several men from the Longyin Sword Hall in Pu'an Prefecture shouted excitedly:

"The Hengshan swordsmanship is truly worthy of its reputation!"

"Looking at the ages of these three people just now, could they be the Seven Swordsmen of Hengshan?!"

Many people were attracted by the voices of Longyin Sword Hall and looked in their direction.

Almost everyone present had heard of the Seven Swordsmen of Hengshan.

But this place is on the border of Yunnan and Guizhou after all, and the martial artists in Xiaoxiang are not as familiar with the Hengshan School as they are.

Maybe they know the name, but it would be difficult for them to confront the person.

but
After all, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people in the world.

An old man with a beard waved his hands after hearing what he said: "You are wrong, those are not the Seven Swords of Hengshan."

"But three of the Seven Sons of Hengshan."

As soon as the Seven Sons were mentioned, someone immediately started muttering with eyes flashing with surprise: "Hengshan Jingmen Beidou Sword Formation."

"This is the Hengshan Sect's great killing formation. It is said that the seven Hengshan disciples gathered together and arranged themselves in the Big Dipper formation. Once the sword formation came out, those who entered the formation were immediately enveloped by sword lights from all directions."

"The bald guy's swordsmanship was fierce, and he was definitely a master. But under the sword net, he couldn't even last ten moves."

Someone nodded: "That's not surprising, the Seven Sons and Seven Swords are all masters of the fourteenth generation of Hengshan."

"The senior who just struck out through the rain to kill the enemy must have used the Hengshan School's Great Flowing Cloud Divine Palm."

When talking about the Great Flowing Cloud Divine Palm, people around have a lot to say.

Some people also talked about the group of people from the Western Regions: "I heard that these people came from the direction of Pu'an Prefecture. They drove their carriages recklessly all the way. They must have committed some evil deeds."

"The Hengshan master must have received the message and is waiting here."

There was also someone in the tea stall who drank the tea in one gulp, put down the tea bowl, and walked towards Liangdu.

Laugh out loud when leaving:
“Hahaha, even people from the Hengshan Sect are here. It’s going to be lively in Liangdu now!”

A group of martial artists were talking enthusiastically about the battle just now, and soon shifted their attention to the Panzhou relics.

The Hengshan Sect has been the largest sect in the world for a long time, which is nothing new.

They are more concerned about the inscriptions themselves, which are what are most relevant to them.
The next day.

In the Wen family manor in Pu'an Prefecture, the members of the Wenshan Horse Caravan, with tired and haggard faces, came together to see them off.

They sincerely wanted to send the three benefactors out of the state capital.

But Zou Songqing asked them to stay, and the Wenshan Caravan did not dare to act rashly. They had to stop ten steps away from the door and watch the three people leave.

Wen Tingrong wanted to make friends, but the other party had no such intention.

He is a smart man and he won't bring it up.

After the three people left, Deputy Gang Leader Wen Tinglin looked regretful.

"Brother, the origins of these three people may be beyond our previous expectations."

"Ah."

Wen Tingrong said meaningfully: "We have received a great favor this time. We will find an opportunity in the future to prepare a generous gift to express our gratitude."

Wen Tinglin's pale face suddenly brightened up.

Big brother is so smart!
They went to express their gratitude later, which shows that the Wenshan Horse Caravan attaches great importance to this kindness.

but
"Brother, have you figured out the origins of our benefactors?"

The third sister standing by was also confused.

Yesterday everyone was poisoned and dizzy. When they woke up, there were only corpses on the ground, and they did not see the old man take action.

Gang Leader Wen nodded slightly: "Almost right." With a serious look on his face, he told them in detail some of the information he had obtained from the wound.

Especially those sword wounds with burning surfaces, how could ordinary masters do it?

Wenshan Caravan is the largest caravan in Pu'an Town. Although their knowledge is limited by their strength, they know most of the secret rumors in the martial arts world.

Therefore, after Wen Tingrong spoke and expressed his inference, the eyes of the others widened.

till the end.
My breathing has become heavy.

They couldn't help but look towards Dali, their hearts were filled with excitement.

The Sword God has dominated the martial arts world for twenty years, but now he has disappeared and only rumors remain.

The Dali Dian Cang Divine Sword is part of those legends in the martial arts world.

This is an extremely rare existence among swordsmen of the world today.

Who would have thought that they would have such an intersection with this master.

"but."

Gang Leader Wen added, "That little girl attacked the most times, but I can't guess where she came from."

"Her martial arts are not the same as those of the Dian Cang Sect."

"Their ability to use poison makes them seem like they are from the Five Poison Sect, but the members of the Five Poison Sect are all dressed in Miao style, and this girl is obviously a Han girl."

At this point, Gang Leader Wen scratched his head with a headache.

No matter what, there is no force that can match the number.

"I always feel that this little girl has a great background and cannot be cultivated by ordinary people."

He smiled bitterly:
"But in the world, the only sect that combines poison and swordsmanship seems to be Baiyao Sect. But the swordsmanship I saw that night was different from the swordsmanship that was widely circulated in Baiyao Sect, and the poison technique she used was also different from that of Baiyao Sect."

"Well, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Wen Tingrong muttered and looked in the direction where the three people disappeared.

The incident with the Poison Sect in the Western Regions was over. On the night that Zhao Shu left, the Wen family was not at peace.

Yesterday's heavy rain stopped long ago.

There was no sound of rain at night, but the sound of fighting that suddenly broke out in Wen Jia Yiyuan near midnight seemed particularly harsh!
"Dang Dang Dang~!!"

The sound of gongs resounded throughout the garden, and the members of the Wenshan Caravan gathered immediately.

The lanterns lit up, illuminating the manor!
but,

Under the bright light of the lamp, there were three figures that they could not reach.

They fought and plundered on the roof of Wen Garden, and finally disappeared into the night.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

On the second day, two riders on fast horses chased all the way from Pu'an Prefecture to the west and entered the territory of Panzhou early in the morning.

The official road in front of us is rugged and sandwiched among mountains.

There are many maple trees, camphor trees and crape myrtles on the roadside.

Deep in the mountain paths, a folk song with a local accent could occasionally be heard; the lyrics were unclear; perhaps it was the call of woodcutters and mountain travelers calling their companions.

The Gusu siblings rode their horses to the southeast of Panzhou, near Baihu Cliff.

What you see is lush green blending together, green waves surging into the sky, majestic and vast mountains in the distance, and clear streams flowing in between.

If you come here just to enjoy the scenery, it will surely be breathtaking.

unfortunately
They had been chasing someone from Pu'an Prefecture all night, but now they had lost the person in the mountain roads and misty fog of Panzhou, so they were naturally not in a good mood.

Zhao Yuyan would steal a glance at her sister from time to time, wondering whether she should warn her by saying something like "don't chase her or stop looking for her."

Knowing my sister's temper, I decided to give up.

At this time, there is no need to rush to catch up with anyone, so just hold the reins and walk slowly.

After wandering around the southeast of Panzhou for more than half an hour, Zhao Yuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"never mind."

"Let's go to Liangdu instead."

As soon as his sister spoke, Zhao Yuyan comforted her: "Maybe you are overthinking it. There are many people in the world who use the power of ice palm. Didn't I hear that the Western Regions are good at using the Snow Mountain Ice Palm?"

Zhao Fei hummed and was not in the mood to talk more.

They were turning their horses from a path near the river and trying to get back to the official road.

right now
Suddenly, clear singing was heard from behind the green woods downstream of the river.

This was different from the mountain songs they had heard before, nor was it a call to friends in the mountains.

The clear and pleasant sound attracted them.

The young man was listening attentively. His sister stopped turning her horse, called him, and went with him towards the direction where the singing came from.

This is a tributary of the Pearl River.

After the trail, there is another path.

There was a very steep staircase leading to the mountain path by the river. The horses couldn't climb up, so they were tied to a camphor tree on the side of the road.

The stone steps are covered with moss and look quite old.

Some vines hang down from both sides of the mountain path and at the top of the stone steps, they are like huge arches, shading the secluded environment.

Going forward again, there is a row of young water bamboos as thick as two thumbs on the side of the road.

Because of passing a river bend, the water flows faster, and the sound of the splashing water and the clear singing in the distance complement each other.

After a while, the singing stopped.

Apparently, they discovered two uninvited guests.

Zhao Yuyan smelled the fragrance of flowers, turned a corner of the water bamboo that blocked his view, and saw flowers all along the road.

Some are planted in pots, and others climb on flower racks.

At this time, several crane calls were heard.

What comes into view is a wide open space, with a few wooden houses in front and a road extending into the depths behind the wooden houses. I don't know where it leads to.

There is a bamboo fence under the eaves, and a few white cranes are kept inside.

They flapped their white wings and chirped softly, their eyes looking at the people on the roof.

The man was holding a bamboo basket and throwing lively stream groupers to the white crane.

"who are you?"

The person sitting on the roof and talking was a teenager in his teens, who looked a little shorter than Zhao Yuyan.

The moment he spoke, he jumped down from the roof, which was more than ten feet high, carrying the basket.

The landing was extremely stable, and it seemed that his martial arts skills were extraordinary.

He looked at the Gusu siblings curiously and asked again:
"What brought you here?"

Zhao Yuyan took the lead and said, "My name is Ren Yuyan, what's your name?"

The young man seemed to have no ulterior motives and responded directly:
"My name is Yang Juncai."

He asked again, "There have never been any visitors here. Why are you here?"

Zhao Yuyan said: "I like folk art. I heard your singing on the mountain road before, so I came all the way here to find you."

"You mixed your inner strength into your singing, so it can be heard from far away."

Hearing him say this, the young man named Yang Juncai scratched his head anxiously.

For some reason, he looked sad, as if he was blaming himself.

For a moment, I didn't even know how to respond.

Zhao Yuyan was about to ask when Zhao Fei beside him looked at the bluestone path behind the wooden house.

Following the sound of footsteps slowly approaching.

A young woman who looked to be in her twenties came out.

Yang Juncai immediately yelled awkwardly, "Sister."

The woman looked at the Gusu siblings:
"Go back the way you came. We don't accept outsiders here."

……

(End of this chapter)