Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 224: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (Twenty-three)
The hills are scattered and the sky is full of wind and dew.

The dilapidated mountain temple looks bleak.

This remote temple with no incense is an excellent hiding place.

Sun Xinzhao and his junior sister Ji Fenglian sat on the old ginkgo tree in front of the temple, drinking water and eating dry food while looking at the sun gradually setting.

"Wait until the sunset disappears, then we will continue on our journey."

Sun Xinzhao frowned and looked towards Liangdu, and said cautiously: "The inscriptions on the city wall will definitely attract more martial arts masters. Now that we have obtained it, we should not stay here for long."

Ji Fenglian asked: "Where are those people from the Moyue Sect and the White Camel Mountain?"

When mentioning them, Sun Xinzhao couldn't help but complain.

"Master is right. We can fish in troubled waters and take some benefits from these people. We must not get involved with them too much."

"I think the King of the Moon Sect has gone crazy. He actually wants to go look for the master of the Mysterious Truth."

"This time, we have even offended the four great disciples of the Hengshan Sect."

At this point, Sun Xinzhao shook his head deeply, revealing a trace of regret:
"If I had known there were inscriptions on the city wall, I shouldn't have gotten involved in this matter."

"Next time we run into those people from the Dian Cang Sect, let's stay away from them."

Ji Fenglian was a little reluctant: "Brother, are you not going to Huixian Tower?"

Just as she finished speaking, she was hit on the forehead by her senior brother.

"We shouldn't even go to Yuelai Inn today."

"You should curb your curiosity."

"That girl is in the same team as the Dian Cang Divine Sword. She was able to catch up with us, most likely because of the Dian Cang Divine Sword's instructions."

"If we go to Huixian Tower again, wouldn't that be a trap for us?"

Ji Fenglian was a little puzzled when he heard this: "If Master had a grudge against the Dian Cang Sword, given his personality, he would have warned us a long time ago."

After listening to her, Sun Xinzhao also felt that it made sense.

I just thought I would go back and ask my master in person.

The two then started talking about the third senior brother from Hengshan and the woman in white.

Ji Fenglian looked at his senior brother and sighed:
"It's really sad to have such a master among my peers."

She asked a little awkwardly:

"Even if my senior brother is extremely talented and has inherited the master's true teachings, I'm afraid he is still inferior to them."

"It's more than one level, it's naturally far inferior."

Sun Xinzhao was not depressed, and instead comforted his junior sister: "Master had many enemies in the past, but most of them are dead now."

"But what about his old man?"

"He has gone through countless disasters and even managed to survive many times when he was in conflict with the Sword God."

"There is no other person like him in the whole world."

"One's skills cannot be forced. As long as one practices diligently, there will be no regrets. The way to survive in the martial arts world is not just about skills."

His words came from his heart and he spoke calmly.

Junior Sister Ji was about to say something when she suddenly saw Senior Brother Sun's face darken.

"This place is still too close to Liangdu."

"That girl knows poison skills and must be well versed in pharmacology. Maybe she has some strange tricks that we don't know about."

"Be careful and you will be safe. Let's go now."

The thought came to him and he couldn't suppress it for a moment.

He grabbed his junior sister and fled north at lightning speed.

Junior Sister Ji seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of situation where people could leave on a whim. She followed her senior brother closely, ignoring the dry food that had fallen to the ground.

Maybe they couldn't imagine it.
Shortly after they left, three figures appeared one after another in the dilapidated mountain temple.

Zou Songqing picked up the dry food scattered on the ground and, like Shang Sufeng and Zhao Shu, looked up at the old ginkgo tree.

A tiger bee was hovering around the ginkgo tree, making a continuous buzzing sound.

It was spinning in circles, losing its direction.

Zhao Shu shook her head helplessly: "We can only chase her here."

Zou Songqing expressed his pity and thanked Zhao Shu.

"These two were very cautious. They did not follow the people from the Mayue Sect. Instead, they hid among the crowd watching the show outside the inn."

"After Third Senior Brother Hengshan finishes fighting with that woman, we will all retreat together."

"Plus, they are good at light work, so it is really difficult to catch up with them."

Zhao Shu was a little puzzled: "Why does Senior Shang want to meet them?"

This was originally a secret, but Shang Sufeng did not hide it:
"The martial arts these two practiced have a lot to do with our Dian Cang Sect."

"Now I have practiced the Fiery Sun Technique to perfection, but this perfection is only recorded in the records. The unique skills of my Dian Cang Sect are not exhausted in the Fiery Sun Technique, so I want to understand their methods."

Shang Sufeng looked at the ginkgo leaves swaying in the wind.

He also thanked Zhao Shu, then shook his head and smiled:
"This matter cannot be forced. I am just obsessed with it."

"It might be disappointing to see their methods."

Zhao Shu nodded, as if she had let the matter go, but she secretly memorized the appearance of the two people in her heart.

I met these two people that day because of the issue of the lost incomplete score.

But it was dark and the light was dim.

This time, she saw it clearly.

Leaving aside these two people who had connections with the Dian Cang Sect, the three of them returned to Liangdu together. Zou Songqing began to talk about the battle at Yuelai Inn just now.

"The girl's master must be extraordinary. Her sword moves are very simple and concise. It's obvious that she was taught by a great master."

"This person has a very high vision. I wonder where this hermit is from."

Zou Songqing asked about the third senior brother from Hengshan again.

Shang Sufeng stroked his beard and smiled, "Sword Intention is very different from Sword Power, but his sword skills are so refined that he is worthy of being called the Sword God's disciple."

"but."

"The most intriguing thing is his swordsmanship."

"Back then, the Sword God was not good at sword intent, but I never expected that he could teach a disciple who specializes in sword intent."

“This is really strange.”

The old face was full of curiosity, and it seemed that he would take this question to Yancheng.

Zhao Shu on the side said:
"I have some guesses."

Shang Sufeng and Zou Songqing both looked at her.

Zhao Shu's eyes were bright. "Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Sword God's third disciple likes to carry a carving knife wherever he goes. He has been carving statues on wood. It can be seen that he is a person with a meticulous mind and great patience."

"And the Sword God's sword power is majestic and vast. I'm afraid it's not suitable for him to learn."

She looked towards Mount Xiyue and said, "The one who is most proficient in swordsmanship in the martial arts world should be Senior Feng from Huashan. I heard that he is devoted to swords and is a sword fanatic. In some aspects, his personality is very similar to that of Senior Brother Three from Hengshan."

"In addition, this Third Senior Brother's elder, Mr. Gu, has a connection with Senior Feng, so the Sword God taught him to follow the path of sword intent."

Dian Shang Sufeng and Zou Songqing thought her analysis made sense.

In his heart, he secretly admired the girl's ingenuity.

The three of them walked and chatted, and Shang Sufeng told them the mysteries of sword fighting in the inn.

Talk a lot along the way.

Over the next two days, Liangdu City became increasingly hot.

The influence of Dongcheng engravings became wider and wider, attracting more people from all walks of life to come here.

These people from afar entered the city and wrote down the inscriptions, and heard shocking rumors.

The third senior brother from Hengshan defeated the number one demon sect in the Western Regions, killed the Soul-Destroying Treasure Tree with one sword, and severely injured the King of Sects with the Breaking Palm of the Incorruptible God.

Afterwards, he fought a fierce battle with Panzhou master Dongfang Xiaoxian.

And after this battle, the two young masters will ask for the secret of sword Dian Cang in Huixian Tower.

Then there were rumors that old man Dian Cang was going to Yancheng to fight with the Sword God. This really shocked the martial arts world.

The martial artists who had just arrived in Liangdu and heard the series of news were all stunned.

It was the third day since Wei Zizai died in Yuelai Inn.

The sounds of autumn are getting stronger in Liangdu.

At Shiguan Sentry Post, all the pedestrians on the Ancient Tea-Horse Road were wearing straw raincoats and holding umbrellas.

The drizzling autumn rain moistened the cliff carvings and Taodong cliff paintings, bringing a cool air.

This day.

There were also two old men and one young man, three of them stopped at the city gate.

The old man has a refined and upright face, and is dressed like an old scholar. The old woman next to him has white hair, but she is still dignified and heroic, and you can see her beauty when she was young.

In the mist and rain of Liangdu, two old men were looking at the inscriptions on the city gate with surprise.

"Brother, who do you think could have left such a profound martial arts secret?"

She looked at the old scholar with a smile.

The old scholar shook his head:
"How could I guess?"

"I couldn't see through the martial arts world 20 years ago, how can Junior Sister help me see through the martial arts world today?"

“There are always talented people everywhere.”

The old woman pretended not to hear, and suddenly laughed and sighed, "What a pity."

The old scholar asked: "Oh? Why is it a pity?"

She said:

"If this inscription had been presented to you twenty years earlier, it might have inspired you to have great ambitions. Now I can only copy it for future generations."

The old scholar knew what she meant.

But he had gotten used to it and couldn't help but smile as he stroked his white beard.

He seemed to be thinking about the past, staring at the inscriptions on the city wall, and looked really thoughtful.

Ask yourself
What would have happened if there really had been such a profound inscription twenty years ago?

As he was thinking, the old woman next to him laughed out loud.

"Brother, are you really thinking about something?"

The old scholar hadn't had time to answer.
"Grandpa, Grandma"

Between the two of them, a boy with big eyes, a well-behaved face and thin lips raised his head and looked at them curiously.

"what are you guys saying?"

"Why don't I understand anything at all."

The woman said, "I am encouraging your grandfather. As the saying goes, an old horse in the stable still has ambitions to run a thousand miles."

"Although you are young, you should also have great ambitions."

"Ah."

The young man nodded obediently: "Daddy always talked about grandpa's ambitions and taught me to learn from him and become a gentleman who brings glory to the family."

The woman touched the boy's head lovingly:
"When your father was young, his temper was very difficult to control. You are very different from him."

When the old scholar heard her talking about the boy's father, he couldn't help but frowned slightly when he thought of the trouble he got into when drinking.

But when he looked at the young man, his face was full of satisfaction.

Hearing this, the young man suddenly burst into laughter.

The old couple looked at each other, wondering why he was laughing.

"Grandma, I've heard something very similar."

"Who said that?"

"But your mother?"

The young boy shook his head and said, "No."

"It was Uncle Qu from the Hengshan School who said that."

"Last year, I went to Yancheng with my parents to meet Master Uncle Zhao of the Hengshan Sect. My father was talking to Master Uncle, and I felt bored, so I went to look for Senior Brother Yuzhen."

"At that time, he was painting with Senior Danqingzi in Hengshan Villa. The painting was of a white crane. He painted it very well. The crane looked lifelike, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly."

He said excitedly:
"At that time, Senior Brother Luo from the Hengshan School was also there. He pointed at the white crane and said that it was a good painting and that it would be even better if the white crane was painted as a big white goose."

"After that, Senior Brother Yuzhen said that he couldn't draw a goose, so Senior Brother Luo asked him to practice more."

"Senior Dan Qingsheng drove Senior Brother Luo out."

"At this time, Uncle Qu and my mother were at the gate of the other courtyard. I heard them talking."

"Uncle Qu pointed at Senior Brother Yu Zhen and said something similar to what grandma said."

"but."

The young boy paused, and the two old ladies were a little curious, waiting for his next words.

"But what?"

The young man said, "But I think that Master Qu and my mother are wrong. In fact, Master Yuzhen and Master Zhao are very similar."

This time, both old men couldn't help but laugh.

The old scholar shook his head:
"Why do they look alike again?"

"When your Master Zhao was young, although he understood Qu Xiaohua, he did not study it in depth. If not, how could he be able to do what others cannot in martial arts?"

The young man looked puzzled, then smiled:
"It's just a feeling."

"Brother Yuzhen's painting and playing the piano are like Master Zhao's wielding a sword."

When the two old men heard him say this, they just thought that children speak without restraint.

However, no matter what he thinks, I will not refute it.

The old scholar stroked his beard and warned: "You have seen many arts in Yancheng. Although each has its own merits, it is not advisable to immerse yourself in them."

"To honor your family, you must master martial arts."

He had many more words of instruction to say, but the woman tugged at his sleeve.

If it were in previous years, the old scholar would probably have continued to teach.

But now, when the woman reminded him, he just smiled and said nothing more.

This mentality was something he had never had before.

The two old men and the young man stopped at the city gate again, and the young man looked at the inscriptions carefully.

Soon.
They walked together towards Liangdu City.

The young man looked at the inscription for a short while, but recited it as he walked.

The old scholar held the manuscript in his hand, listened to the young man reciting, smiled and nodded, and turned the pages.

Occasionally give a compliment, saying "good".

In a short period of time, the young man memorized the contents of the inscription word for word.

What a great talent.

The old scholar was overjoyed. He was not in a hurry to go to Huixian Tower. Instead, he took the young man to find his favorite food in Liangdu City as a reward.

The woman followed them and saw that the old and the young were both laughing. Suddenly, her eyes became tender and her face was full of smiles.

Although it is the twilight of life, I still enjoy endless joy.

His expectations in the past are now fully realized.

This is how my life is, I don’t ask for anything else.

"Grandpa, I heard from others that there will be a competition at Huixian Tower, and Senior Brother Gu from Hengshan is also here."

"What are we going to do?"

The boy asked curiously, "Can you also use a sword?"

Before the old scholar could speak, the woman asked with a smile:
"Your grandpa is already old, and you still want to watch him duel with others?"

The young man groaned and repeated the eight words she had said before:

"The old man is standing still, and his ambition is thousands of miles away."

The couple both laughed and pulled him towards Huixian Tower.

That evening.

Two more carriages arrived from the east of Liangdu City.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Sister, Liang is here."

Two men and one woman got off the carriage, each holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The three of them had extraordinary aura and heroic spirit was evident between their brows.

The first thing they looked at when they got off the carriage was the inscriptions on the city wall.

"It is indeed a treasure record."

“I don’t know which great man left this.”

The woman suggested, "Big Brother, this inscription is extremely profound, it is not something that can be obtained in a short time."

"Write it down and study it slowly."

"It is better to go to Huixian Tower first to avoid missing it."

The tallest brother said:
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. The battle at Huixian Tower will be tomorrow."

……

(End of this chapter)