Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 217: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (XVI)
The woman in white frowned slightly, recalling the scene when she first entered the inn.

She considers herself to be very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and extremely sensitive to things around her.

But it was clearly only a short period of time, and I had no idea whether anyone was sitting at the table.

He seemed to have been sitting there, drinking by himself.

But how could I not see it when I was passing by?

If he came later, how could I not have noticed it at all?

For a moment, the woman in white was lost in thought.

She had never encountered such a strange thing since she started practicing.

"elder sister."

Yang Juncai thought she was thinking about the words engraved on the city wall, and seeing that her expression was very different from before, he was worried that something was wrong.

Just as he was about to ask, the woman in white gave him a look.

Yang Juncai immediately fell silent.

Suddenly, I heard my sister ask quietly:
"Where was the person behind me sitting when you came just now?"

Yang Juncai looked at the young man, not understanding why his sister asked such a strange question.

She seldom cared about a stranger.

but
He just glanced at the young man and thought about his sister's question.

Yang Juncai's originally curious eyes suddenly became dull and cloudy. He was stunned for a long while and then shook his head.

"I have no impression."

really
The eyes of the woman in white became sharper. She paid attention to her surroundings when she went to carve words on the city wall last night. No one should have noticed.

But there are many capable people in this world.

It is not ruled out that there were people at that time whom I could not find.

For example, this young man who is pouring wine can appear silently, perhaps he has a rare skill of lightness.

Such people also exist in the nearby Luoping Prefecture.

The leader of the Qing Kuai Jian Sect and Zong Zhao had mastered the Golden Goose Method and were extremely skilled in lightness skills. It was very likely that this young man had similar skills.

My master once said that people who practice martial arts often have very sharp inexplicable feelings.

Although there is a table between us.

But he appeared here by coincidence and did not look at the words engraved on the city gate.

The woman in white has an intuitive feeling
This person came just for the two of them.

She was alert and knew that this person was not simple.

There was no need to beat around the bush when dealing with such a person, so she immediately wanted to ask.

However.
"Don't worry about it. I have no ill will towards you."

A peaceful voice suddenly entered my ears, but I couldn't tell the direction.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her frown, Yang Juncai couldn't help but look at the young man across the table.

I could only see half of his profile, so I estimated he was around 25 or 26 years old.

He was very young, yet he had an indescribable aura that made him very different from other people of the same age.

When the woman in white heard her brother's questions, she realized that he was using his superior internal strength to concentrate his voice into one place so that others could not understand what he was saying.

Even though this person was quite extraordinary and even a rare master in the world, she did not show any fear.

He immediately gave his brother a reassuring look and asked the young man directly:
"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"I'm just a passerby," the young man looked like he was smiling, but if you looked closely, the smile disappeared from his face.

"It's just that you carved words on the city wall, which made me a little curious."

The woman in white heard this and thought to herself that it was true. She took the initiative to try to find out the other party's background:
"Since you saw it in the east of the city last night, why didn't you ask then?"

The young man said calmly: "I just arrived in Jiangdu today."

The woman in white heard this and knew she had been tricked: "You are testing me."

She looked at the young man, only to see him shaking his head slightly:

"I took a look at you on the city wall and noticed that you had no attachment to the inscriptions, and the same was true for the child beside you."

"The martial arts insights engraved on the inscriptions are quite unique and are a rare treasure for martial artists. You are so young and have been traveling around the world, so you should be curious about such martial arts theories."

His words here have made everything clear.

The woman in white understood the reason after a quick thought.

but
Even at this moment, one could hear the noisy and bustling sounds coming from the east of the city.

There are more than a thousand people from the martial arts world gathered in the east of Liangdu.

In such a chaotic scene, being able to stand out from the crowd is not as simple as just a few words.

She couldn't refute it and just felt that she was at a disadvantage.

So I didn't want to follow his words, so I questioned him:
"You seem to be no older than me. If what you said is true, shouldn't you also stop at the east side of the city and look at the inscription carefully?"

The young man nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his tone:
"Yes, you are clever."

Although it was a compliment, the woman in white felt uncomfortable listening to it.

It always feels like the elders are talking to the younger ones.

Just think of it as this strange young man's speaking habit.

He paused for a moment without saying anything. The woman in white couldn't help but look at him out of the corner of her eye. He poured himself another glass and sipped it slowly.

This scene is so inconsistent with the hustle and bustle of the east city.

But he couldn't fake his relaxed and calm demeanor.

Looking at him like this, it seemed that it matched the tone of his voice.

What a strange person.

The woman in white was thinking in her mind, and then she heard the sound of a cup tapping lightly on the rough surface of the table.

"You don't care about the inscription because it's what you left."

"As for me, I have my own way."

"Maybe you'll understand someday."

He spoke slowly, and the woman in white suddenly looked serious.

She looked at the young man carefully.

Suddenly I understood why he was so calm about the martial arts on the city wall.

Ordinary people regard them as treasures, but some people are not short of martial arts records.

After sorting out and deducing all the information in her mind, a hint of fighting spirit quietly emerged in the eyes of the woman in white.

She suddenly changed the subject and asked directly:

"I guess you are one of the four true disciples of the Sword God?"

"I wonder which one it is?"

As soon as these words came out, the young man, who had been calm till then, seemed to find it very interesting. He suddenly chuckled and looked at her with a smile.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not one of the Four Great True Disciples."

"no?"

The woman in white was also surprised and felt that there was no need for him to lie.

The young man smiled and asked, "Looking at your appearance, do you have any grudge against these four people?"

"But what did they do to irritate you?"

"That's not true."

The woman in white shook her head: "The four true disciples of the Sword God are very famous in the martial arts world. I want to know whether they are worthy of the reputation."

"I see."

"I heard that one of these four people is in Yunnan and Guizhou. If you carve this martial arts insight on the top of the city wall, he will definitely come."

The young man said:

"Is this the reason why you carved words on the city wall?"

"no."

The woman in white has never been a talkative person, but today she met a strange young man whose abilities made her admire him, so she couldn't help but say a few more words.

"I have seen this inscription on the Panzhou grassland. It was left by a senior master."

"In the past, the Sword God left behind the Yang Pu and spread it throughout the world."

"I think this senior left behind this martial arts treasure record with this deep meaning. However, this inscription was destroyed by someone with ulterior motives, who attempted to take it for himself."

"I just can't stand what these people are doing and don't want them to succeed."

Her voice was cold, and it was obvious that she was filled with hatred towards those who had destroyed the inscriptions.

The young man heard the sound and praised: "Great."

"There should be more young people like you in the world."

He looked at the woman in white and asked, "What's your name?" The woman in white was slightly startled when she heard the question.

She didn't want to reveal her name.

But the other party seemed to have an indescribable aura that made it difficult to refuse.

then
The woman in white read out four words: "Dongfang Xiaoxian."

Just as she finished speaking, her brother beside her also spoke up: "My name is Yang Juncai."

It was obvious that she could not hear what the young man said to her brother.

The other party's rumored method is truly miraculous.

After hearing the two names, the young man showed a look of understanding, and seemed to be recalling something, and suddenly stopped talking.

He poured himself a drink and drank two more cups.

His eyes were vague, yet as deep as a dark pond.

For a moment, there was an indescribable feeling of vastness and silence.

It’s not heavy enough for that age, like the layers of snow covering the Tianshan Mountains.

You want to see him clearly, and suddenly you feel that there are endless mountains all around you and endless water as far as the eye can see.

It is absolutely impossible to see through it.

"The smoke and water are vast, how many times have we traveled through time and space?"

These eight words echoed in the inn. The voice was mixed with internal force, which made everyone in the inn slightly dazed.

When they responded, I patted my head and thought it was just hallucination.

Yang Juncai and Dongfang Xiaoxian were stunned for a moment, and when they looked at the wooden table again, the young man had disappeared without a trace.

Just like when we came.

I don't know how he came, nor when he left.

"elder sister."

The boy swallowed unconsciously and stared at the place where the young man had just drunk, feeling lost.

"Who is this big brother?"

The woman in white shook her head: "I don't know either."

"But his Qinggong is extremely advanced, and his internal strength is probably even better than mine."

"No wonder he was able to calmly look at Master's martial arts theory. When he said the last sentence, he obviously used the skill of transforming his inner energy into external energy, wrapping his inner energy in his voice."

"I didn't expect there are such young masters in the world."

Dongfang Xiaoxian looked again at the position where the young man had just been.

Yang Juncai asked curiously, "Is he really not one of the four great disciples of the Sword God?"

"Although they are about the same age, judging from his attitude, it seems that they are not."

Dongfang Xiaoxian shook her head slightly: "It's a pity that I didn't see any details of his Kung Fu. Otherwise, if I go back and tell Master, he will definitely be able to guess his origins."

Yang Juncai hummed.

The brother and sister remained in the East City Inn for the next few days.

They would talk about the mysterious young man from time to time.

After the inscription on the East Gate city wall spread widely, people from all walks of life flocked to Liangdu like a tide.

Unfortunately, they never ran into the drinking young man again.

A few days passed and the east side of Liangdu City was changing with each passing day.

Martial artists of all kinds from all corners of the world gathered together. Although the texts left in Panzhou were spread outward, it was still a treasure trove of martial arts, and they were afraid that there would be mistakes or omissions in the distributed copies, so they had to take a look at it themselves to feel at ease.

More and more disciples from major sects are appearing in Yunnan and Guizhou.

The seventh day after Dongcheng carved the words.

Yang Juncai and Dongfang Xiaoxian are still staying in the East City Inn.

This row of inns and restaurants are all filled with people from the underworld.

Various local dialects and slang can be heard everywhere.

It has been a long time since the martial arts world of Yunnan and Guizhou has seen such a grand scene.

Many people gathered together to discuss martial arts, which made the tavern and teahouse business booming.

of course
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. When there are a lot of people, fighting is inevitable.

Yuelai Inn.

At noon, with a sudden burst of noise, Yang Juncai and his sister looked towards the first floor.

Only a "bang" was heard.

A wooden table flying into the air was shattered into pieces by a fierce man with a rat-beard!
"Whoosh~!"

Another jar full of wine flew over.

The man who had just struck out coldly shouted, "What a trifling trick."

He slapped out again, causing the wine to splash onto the patio of the inn. The storyteller who was speaking eloquently at the table was doused by the wine. He was afraid that some hidden weapon would fly at him, so he quickly left his stall and ran away to save his life.

The old innkeeper was calm.

He has seen this kind of scene many times. As long as he sees who is the one who did it, he can ask for it from either a living person or a dead person. In this way, he will not lose out.

It was nothing for the rat-bearded man to smash the wine jar with one palm. There were many people in the martial arts world who could do that.

but
He grabbed a piece of gray pottery from the wine jar and squeezed it hard with a sneer.

After a while, he raised his clenched fist slightly and threw out a handful of ashes.

This level of skill immediately made many people in the martial arts world open their eyes wide.

People with good eyesight noticed that the pool of dust that this man held out was not entirely due to his internal strength, but was combined with his palm power.

Combined with his accent and rumors, someone immediately shouted:

"It's the cotton palm!"

"You are wrong. This is not a simple cotton palm."

At this time, Liangdu was full of people with sharp eyes:
"Gripping a rock and turning it into powder, if I am not mistaken, this should be the Shaolin Stone Gripping Palm, one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills."

An old man stroked his beard and stared at the bearded man with deep meaning in his eyes:

"But you are not using Shaolin internal energy, so your power is weird."

"It must be a sect from the Western Regions."

"I wonder what sect you are from?"

"Hahaha!"

The rat-bearded man laughed: "Good eyesight!"

Many people around looked at the old man who was speaking, and someone immediately recognized his identity:
"Senior He Zongzhao!"

"No wonder the leader of the Yiqing Kuaijian Sect has such insight."

"I heard that he and the Sect Master have mastered some of the Yang Pu Qigong skills and are one of the extraordinary people in Luo Dingzhou."

The voices of the people around him entered the ears of the strong man.

The sturdy man said to He Zongzhao, "So it's in person with the headmaster."

"I heard that Master He had mastered the extraordinary skills of the Yang Pu. As soon as I came to Yunnan and Guizhou, I heard of Master He's great name."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

The old man had a long sword tied around his waist. He smiled for a moment and said, "The Yang Pu was passed down by the Sword God. I have only understood a little bit, how can I say I have studied it thoroughly?"

"This profound record leads directly to the essence of the art. If anyone is to study it thoroughly, I'm afraid only the Sword God himself can do it."

"I don't have that ability."

As the head of a sect, He Zongzhao is very confident in his kung fu.

But at this time, the martial artists in Liangdu came from all over the world, so they couldn't speak carelessly.

This big man looks honest, but actually his words are strange.

Comparing him with the Sword God, how could the Sect Master be fooled?

The man with the rat-beard was about to say something when another bowl of wine flew over from the other side.

The big man struck out again and smashed the wine bowl into pieces.

He glared at the heroic girl who was less than ten feet away from him.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard the girl's clear voice:
"Now that this treasured record of martial arts that can transform one's true energy into something new has appeared in Liangdu City, this is the perfect time."

"Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the 72 Shaolin unique skills are the best way to control true energy. Your Shaolin Stone Grip has improved a lot compared to the past few days. It seems that you were inspired by the City Wall Treasure Record."

Zhao Shu smiled and glanced at the crowd of people in Jianghu, and suddenly said in a stern voice:
"I think your unique skills are not legitimate. I'm afraid you are from the thief who escaped from Shaolin Damoyuan that year."

The big man immediately clenched his fist and shouted, "You are talking nonsense, my method is different from Shaolin's unique skills!"

"Then tell us the secrets of your technique so that we can all see it."

"I can tell if it is a Shaolin secret technique at a glance."

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(End of this chapter)