Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 215: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (Part )
The clash of swords rang out throughout the cool night.

The fine irons collided to create sparks, like groups of fireflies flashing brightly in the night!
The shouts and cries of killing reached their climax. The grass swaying in the breeze seemed to be trembling with the weight of blood, rising and falling, and a hazy silhouette passed by in the ticking sound.

"Brother Sang Ku!"

A Tantric lama shouted in panic.

The fat and big-eared Lama leader spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then fled for his life without a care in the world!
"Come on!"

They also spoke in Western dialect, quickly conveying messages such as "there is an ambush".

It only took a quarter of an hour from the time the two sides started to draw their swords and fight to the time the Western Region Lamas were being hunted down.

When one person escapes, the others naturally don't want to be left behind, so they follow him and escape.

Once the momentum was disrupted, the alliance formed by these chaotic underworld forces immediately collapsed.

Although the groups of people with the caravan won the fight, they also paid a heavy price.

Seeing the shadow disappearing into the darkness in the distance, they stopped chasing it.
"Brother Sang Ku, how are you?!"

Eight or nine miles downstream on the river beach, there were only about ten of the more than thirty lamas who had come here.

The leading senior brother, Sangku Lama, was vomiting blood on the river bank.

This scared the fellow students!

A tall lama squeezed out of the crowd. He was Bayanyin, Sangku's junior fellow apprentice and also a master of Tantric Buddhism.

Seeing Sang Ku's miserable condition, he immediately took out a jade bottle from the package, and successively took out five precious healing pills made of snow lotus and gave them to his senior brother to take.

Under the stars and the moon, Sang Ku, who had swallowed pills and meditated to heal his injuries, began to show strange symptoms.

His face was alternately golden, as if burned by fire, and then extremely pale.

"this!!"

Not only Bayanyin, but all the lamas around were surprised when they saw this.

"Big Hand Seal Divine Art!"

"Gold and fire melt into blood, it's really the stamina of the Great Handprint Divine Art."

"But how is this possible? How could Senior Brother be injured by the Great Hand Seal Divine Art?"

Bayan Yin's eyes widened: "My secret sect does not pass on magical skills, how could it be spread in the martial arts world."

Sang Ku listened to his words and just shook his head.

He wanted to speak but couldn't do it for the time being.

He waited until all the medicinal power of the Snow Lotus Pill was absorbed before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The secret teachings are not passed on to outsiders. I hastily exchanged blows with that guy, but I didn't expect that the palm force I sent out with the Great Hand Seal was circled back by him. I didn't check for a moment, and was injured by my own internal energy."

"It's all my fault for being careless. I didn't expect that kid to have such weird martial arts skills."

The lamas around him all looked horrified after hearing his words.

The Great Seal Magic is one of the secret treasures of the esoteric religion. How could they not be heartbroken when they were suppressed by an unknown boy?

Sang snorted bitterly:
"Although he was very clever, I didn't use enough strength and was completely unprepared, otherwise how could he have succeeded so easily?"

After finishing speaking, Sang Ku coughed several times continuously.

Bayanyin told him not to speak.

They couldn't find the door panel, so they could only support their lama brother and retreat in the direction away from the caravan.

Along the way, the esoteric lamas were in a trance. They didn't expect that they would fail this time.
The other end.

Several groups of caravan soldiers also left the scene of the fighting overnight.

But unlike the embarrassed Western Region forces, they had not been walking for long before herdsmen from the grassland came to greet them on horseback and took Jian Yanzeng and others to a ranch with tents.

These herdsmen are skilled in archery and horse riding, and as they are familiar with the road, they can run at no slower speed at night.

Jian Yan was once the president of Panzhou Chamber of Commerce and had been doing business here for many years.

The leader of the pastoralist settlement is an old acquaintance of his.

After five or six days, the Gusu siblings finally arrived at a place where they could no longer see the stars or the moon.

"Thank you for the rescue, young man!"

Inside the tent, a middle-aged man clasped his fists and thanked again, very solemnly.

He was the man who had kindly advised Gusu siblings to leave the grassland on the mountain path six days ago.

"Brother Cai, don't be polite. You were hit by a palm strike, so you need to take good care of your injury."

Cai Shiyi responded.

Staring at the young man in the tent, his face was filled with emotion.

Six days ago, when he saw the brother and sister, he thought they were just like those young men who had just entered the world of martial arts and liked to join in the fun everywhere.

But I didn't expect that his skills were so powerful.

If the young man had not come to his aid and injured the great lama whom even President Jian was no match for, he would have been killed by the other party by now.

However, when he heard the series of footsteps outside, Cai Shiyi stopped talking and said "goodbye" and walked out.

"Excuse me, young men!"

Among the three people who entered the tent, the one leading the way was Jian Yanzeng, president of Panzhou Chamber of Commerce.

Half a step behind him, there was a man on his left with a long sword hanging on his waist.

The man on the right was using a strange weapon, the Iron Pipa, which he had just wielded against the enemy. Naturally, he would not take it out and play with it when meeting guests.

As the three of them entered the door, they all bowed and greeted each other.

Although they are several generations older than the other and have prominent status, they still act as if they are equals.

First of all, these two siblings are really capable.

Secondly, respect the other party for helping you.

The latter one carries more weight in their hearts.

Zhao Yuyan and Zhao Fei also bowed politely, and they sat opposite each other on both sides of the tent, with a slight distance between them.

"That esoteric cult master's methods were strange. If the two young heroes hadn't injured and repelled him, the others wouldn't have retreated. We might still be fighting now."

Jian Yanzeng let out a long sigh.

He then said, "Please forgive my poor eyesight. I wonder which noble sect you two young men are from?"

Zhao Yuyan only said:
"We are from Gusu."

The three people sitting opposite him were quite experienced and knew that he was unwilling to disclose it.

So I didn't bring up this topic again.

Zhao Fei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "Why would the Western Region sect target you?"

The brother and sister both looked at the three people opposite to see how they would answer.

Fortunately, these three people were honest enough and did not disappoint them.

Jian Yanzeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I won't hide it from you two."

"Although I am obsessed with martial arts, I also do some business in the market. I am well-informed in Panzhou."

"I have been asking about it since the Panzhou relics appeared."

"Because the place where the inscription was first discovered was on this grassland, and I happened to be familiar with the grassland tribes, I was able to find out some information."

"I didn't expect the news to leak out and I was targeted by someone."

Having said this, he took the opportunity to introduce the more taciturn middle-aged men on both sides.

First is the person on the left, who is nearly fifty years old and has a more elegant face.

"This expert who is good at using swords is my good friend, Feng Hanzhu, the leader of Luodingzhou's Four Sword Sect."

"So it's Master Feng. I'm so sorry."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Master Feng smiled and bowed to the Gusu siblings.

Jian Yanzeng then introduced the man on the right who had a rougher face and was slightly older than Master Feng.

"This is Han Wantong, my friend who grew up with me. He is the head of the Panzhou Iron Bone Sect."

After he finished speaking, they bowed and exchanged pleasantries again.

Fortunately, they are all straightforward people and there are not too many twists and turns.

President Jian continued:
"After I learned about the lost engraving, I immediately notified these two good friends, and then I disguised myself as merchants and went to the grassland together." "I see."

Zhao Yuyan stared at Jian Yanzeng, his eyes flickering with curiosity: "The Panzhou Relics have caused chaos in the Yungui martial arts world. After ordinary people learn of this precious thing, most of them will go there secretly."

"how"

"Well, President Jian is really impressive."

After hearing the young man's words, Jian Yanzeng looked at Sect Master Feng, then at Sect Master Han, and the three of them suddenly laughed.

"Young man, you don't know"

Jian Yanzeng said with a melancholy tone: "More than 20 years ago, Jian's martial arts skills were mediocre, and his internal and external strengths were far inferior to what they are now. At that time, there was no Four Sword Sect or Iron Bone Sect in Panzhou and Luodingzhou."

"Not bad!"

At this point, Sect Leader Han looked very emotional.

He couldn't help but say, "Back then, I had the Iron Pipa Hand martial arts inherited from my family, but since my grandfather's generation, no one has mastered the essence of the Iron Pipa Hand. My father almost lost this skill and only learned some external skills."

"My grandfather was quite regretful before he died, thinking that this martial art would be lost in my hands."

"I never thought.!!"

When he said this, his tone suddenly changed and he suddenly stopped.

Under the light in the tent, his eyes sparkled.

Feng Hanzhu, the leader of the Four Sword Sect, stroked his beard and said excitedly, "We have come at a good time."

"Yes."

Sect Leader Han raised his head slightly and raised his voice a little higher:

"More than 20 years ago, the Sword God preached the world. The Yang Pu martial arts is profound and mysterious. Anyone who practices martial arts will be immersed in it and find it difficult to extricate themselves."

"but."

"Is it easy to comprehend the profound meaning of the Sword God?"

"Any fur you get will be of great benefit, but this little fur is hard to get."

"Yes."

Master Feng said, "Later, the people in the martial arts world also realized that since the Yang Pu was passed down by the Sword God, why should everyone treasure it so much? So many friends in the martial arts world got together to restore the Yang Pu, discuss the mysteries, and brainstorm, and many people really gained some insights."

"The three of us were also baptized by Yang Pu martial arts under this trend."

"and"

"I remember it was fifteen years ago. We had been discussing martial arts for several years. It seemed like we had gained something, but it also seemed like we had gained nothing."

"It was during this period of confusion that the grand event in Yancheng took place."

"Mr. Mo Da, the master of the Sword God, has passed down the position of the head of Hengshan. All the major sects in the world have gathered in Xiaoxiang. What a magnificent sight that will be!"

When Master Feng said this, he seemed to have forgotten about the fight tonight and his face was full of excitement.

He bowed towards Hengyang:

"When the three of us received the news, we rushed all the way to Yancheng without stopping, and finally saw the true face of the Sword God at the event."

"All the major sects in the world hide their secret records in high places."

"The Sword God's broad mind is admired by all warriors in the world."

"Exactly!"

The head of the Han sect also bowed towards Hengyang and said:
"At the Yancheng Grand Meeting, the Sword God was just like the sword fighting contest at Hengshan Mountain. He also explained the essence of martial arts to some martial artists in public. I was so fascinated by it that I returned to Panzhou and secluded myself for a month. Finally, I became the Iron Pipa Hand!"

"In addition to palm techniques, my family's inherited knowledge can also be used with the unique weapon iron pipa."

"Especially the move of waving the five strings with his hands. It seems light and weak, but it is real and fake. Once it gets close to the body, the fingers are as strong as iron!"

"This profound secret was learned from the inspiration of the Sword God."

"later."

Sect Leader Han smiled confidently, "I was also influenced by the Sword God, so I followed his example in Panzhou. I didn't care about the family martial arts and didn't teach them to outsiders. Instead, I recruited disciples and established the Iron Bone Sect."

"Now, more than ten years have passed. Although my Tiegu Sect is not considered a top sect, it is also well-known in Panzhou."

"It's a pity that my grandfather never got to see it."

"This martial art of my family has not only not withered, but has become more and more prosperous."

Master Feng said, "So am I?"

"After comprehending the essence of the Four Swords, the principle of shallow opening and deep deepening in the Great Peng Spreading Wings Style, he founded the Four Swords School and passed down this sword technique in Luo Dingzhou."

President Jian couldn't help but sigh as he listened to his two good friends reminiscing about the past.

He saw that the Gusu siblings had strange expressions and wandering eyes, but he didn't feel strange at all.

People of the brother and sister’s age will definitely not be able to attend such a grand event.

No matter how talented and brilliant a young man you are, your heart will be shaken when you talk about the Sword God.

Zhao Yuyan looked at his sister.

Only then did I realize that she was just like me, immersed in other people's past.

They have listened to the Yancheng Festival many times.

When I was fishing by the Taihu Lake, when I was looking through the music scores in Yanziwu.
When they asked, the gentle and interesting man always spoke casually, and it sounded like something so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary from his mouth.

but,

Only by listening to these three people recalling the past events of more than 20 years ago can we deeply understand from them
In their eyes, the good-tempered, gentle and smiling old father has a great influence on this world.

The prosperity of each sect and school’s family-inherited martial arts.

The rise and fall of the Jianghu
It seems to be all in just a few words.

I felt close to him and admired him, but I didn't want to admit defeat and wanted to be someone like him.

Of course, President Jian, Sect Leader Han, and Sect Leader Feng had no way of guessing what the siblings were thinking at this moment.

Jian Yan once laughed and said:

"My two young men, you should understand now why I knew the news about the legacy, but I didn't hide my incompetence and instead called my friends to help me."

"We are not young anymore, so it is hard to say what the next twenty years will be like."

"The inscriptions left by the masters must be profound, just like the discussion of Yang Pu back then, when three people walked together, they had a teacher. Perhaps we can go further."

Sect Leader Han and Sect Leader Feng both nodded slightly.

Zhao Fei said: "That being said, there are good and bad people in this world, and there are many people with complicated thoughts."

"There are only a few people who can discuss martial arts like the three of you and understand each other."

She said this, and the three agreed.

However, I couldn't help but look at her one more time.

This girl is very smart and although she is young, she seems like a veteran.

I had many guesses about their origins, but I couldn't guess them right.

President Jian said very simply:

"The next morning, we will go to the place where the inscription is. You two young heroes can go together."

"Whether there is a legacy or not, it does not count for the kindness here."

"That's right." Sect Leader Han nodded deeply.

The Feng Sect leader also clasped his fists and said, "The two young heroes have helped us, and we, the Four Sword Sect, will never forget it. If you need anything in the future, just pass the message to our sect."

Please explain the whole story clearly. It is inconvenient to disturb you at this late hour.

The three of them exchanged a few pleasantries and then stood up to say goodbye.

They left the tent, and Zhao Yuyan was still staring intently in the direction they left.

"elder sister."

"Ok?"

The boy smiled and said, "Dad is really amazing."

The girl's lips curled up slightly: "Do you need to tell me that?"

……

(End of this chapter)