Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 229: Episode : The Legend of Immortality (Part )
Shi Biaotou was deeply moved.

Apart from the experiences of the two young masters, he also thought about his own career as a escort.

Sighing that the road ahead is long
The strong physique of the past is gradually declining, and the sounds of horns and horse bells that echoed on the escort route will become a thing of the past after this trip to Guiyang Prefecture.

At this time when I was filled with mixed emotions, my thoughts were in turmoil after listening to what the Lin brothers and sisters said.

"I've heard some rumors in the martial arts world, saying that the Sword God has a way to keep his youthful appearance, but I never expected it to be like this."

Shi Biaotou turned to look at Lin Pingzhi, shook his head and smiled: "As expected of a martial arts legend, the magic is beyond the imagination of an ordinary person like me."

Lin Pingzhi comforted him:

"Everyone has their own life, and achievements like the Sword God are unique. The escort leader has traveled all over the country and experienced many hardships. He is a well-known man. There are many people in the escort agency who admire him. Why should you belittle yourself?"

He had a calm expression and spoke slowly and steadily.

It's very different from twenty years ago.

His reckless personality back then has been restrained to the point where it is barely noticeable. Now he controls one of the largest escort agencies in the world, and his demeanor is even better than his father's.

The conversation between Lin Pingzhi and Shi Biaotou naturally fell into the ears of the brother and sister.

They are not idiots, so how could they not understand who is being discussed at the moment?

Both brother and sister widened their eyes.

Lin Yikuan asked in surprise: "Dad, the senior I met in the inn today is really..."

“Is he really the benefactor in the portrait in the ancestral hall?”

Lin Pingzhi patted his son on the shoulder and gave him some advice:
"Only a benefactor in the world can write and carve words on fine iron."

"I still remember that you two accompanied the escort to southern Zhejiang before. On the way, you heard some people from the martial arts world discussing it. When you returned to Fuzhou, you asked what sword energy was. Although Dad has seen it, he can't tell the essence of it and it's hard to describe it."

"Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, there's no need to ask questions out of curiosity."

When the brother and sister heard the voice, they immediately recalled the scene of the handwritten words on the window of the inn and became very excited for a moment.

The little girl was very curious:

"Dad, since the portrait was taken 20 years ago, why didn't the benefactor recognize the elder's age at a glance like you did 20 years later?"

Lin Pingzhi looked at his daughter with a smile on his face.

"Dad, I don't know how to answer this question."

"The age and appearance should have matched each other."

"But people who practice Kung Fu have their own mysteries, and those with high Kung Fu skills are hard to guess. If you want to know the answer, then study hard and practice well, and maybe you will understand it in the future."

Although the brother and sister still had doubts, they followed their father's words and promised not to ask any more questions.

Lin Pingzhi picked up the precious dagger again:

"This mental method is of great help to our Lin family. Do you know why the benefactor gave it to me?"

The young man said seriously:
"Grandma always said that the Lin family has received great favors to be where they are today, and she taught us to do more chivalrous things."

"Perhaps this is what the senior meant."

"But there are also many evil people with great abilities, so they gave us sword books and urged us to practice martial arts diligently."

Lin Pingzhi nodded:
"If you can think this way, your benefactor will be pleased."

After that, he talked about the Lin family's traditions and teachings.

He combines his own experience with what Lin Zhennan and his wife taught him back then to teach his children today.

At the same time, he asked them not to spread what happened in the inn.

The Lin brothers and sisters were excited for a long time.

For the next few days, they stayed in Guiyang City.

The man in green clothes never appeared again.

Six days later, the Fuwei Escort Agency's carriages left the city and headed east.

The Lin siblings looked back at the city.

The portraits in the ancestral hall, the real people in the inn, and the chance encounter thousands of miles away from Fuzhou will be unforgettable memories in their lives.

The world is changing, and time is passing by.

One day in the future, when they are as old as their fathers, they will tell their descendants about the past in Guiyang when they worship the portraits in the Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

……

Old man Dian Cang and his entourage have been heading eastward since they left Liangdu.

The journey was not fast and it took us fifteen days to reach Yongzhou.

We entered the Sanfang Mountains and arrived at the confluence of the Xiaoshui River and the Xiangshui River.

Passing through the Jiuyi Mountains and looking northeast, the Five Gods Peaks of Hengshan seem to be waving at you not far away.

The autumn in Xiaoxiang is not as bright as that in the north.

In early autumn, the flowers are still colorful and lush.

only.
The rain in Liangdu had just stopped for a short while when it reached Xiaoxiang, it was hit by continuous autumn rain.

When people are in the rain, wearing straw raincoats and shielded by the high brims of their hats, they don't have much mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the hazy autumn rain.

On the highway leading to Yongzhou City, the horses could not move fast because the road was muddy.

Occasionally, the person on the horse would step into a pothole in the mud and be jolted.

at last
There is a village about ten miles away from the city.

There is a row of inns in the west of the town, so I finally have a decent place to stay.

Zou Songqing and Zhao Yuyan were riding in the front. They asked three families before they found a place to sit.

This remote town in Yongzhou didn't originally have so many strangers.

But recently, a grand event in Xiaoxiang martial arts is approaching, and people from all directions are gathering here in an endless stream.

As a result, all the inns, big and small, were crowded with people.

The teahouses and taverns that were deserted in the past now seemed to be in great demand even if they had an empty table.

"Sir, do you want tea or wine?"

Zou Songqing and others entered an unknown small shop with a tall wine flag. The shop was not big, but the waiters were very enthusiastic.

"There are black tea, red tea and red earth tea, and there are millet sorghum and pear blossom wine."

The short and sturdy waiter, with a rag on his shoulder, asked them whether they wanted to stay overnight or stay the night.

Zou Songqing said:

"Just serve some tea and cook some food, with more meat, because we have to keep going after we finish eating."

"Okay~!"

The waiter didn't waste any words. He had sharp eyes and just a glance at the few people told him that they were also going to Hengyang.

Nine out of ten people in the underworld these days are like this.

For ordinary businessmen like them, the battles between martial arts masters are just for fun.

So I was busy and didn't have the extra time to inquire.

After putting the horses away, Zhao Yuyan and Zou Songqing returned to the empty table and sat down.

The two of them, even Shang Sufeng, turned their eyes to the two girls.

Due to certain factors, they did not find a chance to determine the winner in Huixian Tower.

but
There were many competitions along the way.

The two men's swordsmanship is completely different, and judging from the sword moves alone, it is almost difficult to tell the winner.

If it comes to a competition of internal strength, Zhao Shu is naturally better.

But when they duel with swords, although they want to discuss victory or defeat, they mostly want to win in terms of moves, not a fight to the death.

Therefore, there is no time to rely on palm power.

After spending more than ten days together, not to mention Zou Songqing, even old man Dian Cang frequently showed strange expressions.

It's really as Lan Shu said
The Gusu siblings are both rare geniuses.

Despite his young age, he has such powerful swordsmanship that is rare in the martial arts world.

Three people with such excellent qualifications suddenly appeared.

What really touched the heart of the old man was
He actually saw a hint of the man from that year in these three young men.

This is a shocking signal.

If these three people could be accepted as his disciples, the Sword God would have four true teachings, and Dian Cang would also have three true teachings.

The sword techniques used by the three men were different. Although they all had their own origins, most of them were not from those famous sects.

With the current Miaozhi in charge, the Dian Cang Sect still has a good chance. Thinking of this, even Zou Songqing felt excited.

only.
The future of this trip to Xiaoxiang is uncertain, so Shang Sufeng has never mentioned anything about it.

If you die under the Sword God's sword, then everything will be in vain.

Several people were waiting for the waiter to serve tea and food.

suddenly
The crisp sound of a bowl falling was heard with a "bang".

This kind of thing happened all the time, and everyone around turned their heads to look to the west.

Because the inn was doing good business, a thatched shed was set up outside the shop, and Zhao Shu, Zhao Fei and others all sat outside.

The same is true for the middle-aged man in Taoist robe who was breaking the bowl on the west side.

This man had a pale face and no beard, with a long sword placed on the table. His face was red and angry, and he was glaring at the two old men and one young man at the table behind him.

There were several fellow disciples standing beside the middle-aged man in Taoist robes, all of them frowned and looked towards the table behind them.

But he pulled the middle-aged Taoist priest who broke the bowl and asked him to calm down, not wanting to make a bigger deal out of it.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was just about to walk down the stairs when he suddenly heard two elderly men at the table behind him burst into strange laughter.

The young man next to the old man tried to dissuade him, but it was of no use.

"What are you afraid of, little brat?"

The old man with a thin and ugly face laughed and said, "We didn't say anything wrong. It's just that this Taoist priest with a big nose has a bad temper and a small heart. He can't accept the truth we tell him."

The other old man laughed so hard that his body swayed. He pointed at the angry middle-aged Taoist priest and said to the young man next to him:
"He has no beard and speaks in the same tone as Yu the Dwarf. Could it be that he has practiced the martial arts of Songfeng Temple?"

"You don't know that back then, Yu the Dwarf from Songfeng Temple went to great lengths to obtain the incomplete Yin Pu from Fuzhou. His disciples castrated themselves to practice sword skills, and they reeked of powder wherever they went. People ten miles away knew that someone from Songfeng Temple was coming."

The young man wanted to laugh after hearing this, but he held it back after looking at the Taoist priests.

"Master, stop talking and drink your tea."

He advised again.

But the two old people were just like children and didn't listen at all.

They stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and seeing that he was angry but did not refute, they burst into laughter again.

"You got it right, you got it right, he really is Yu the Shorty's disciple!"

"Third brother, this is strange. Didn't the Songfeng Temple wipe out the entire clan? How come there is still a successor?"

Another old man with disheveled hair smiled and replied:

"It was Songfeng Temple that was destroyed. Yu the Shorty was greedy and had been sending people to search for fragments of the sword manual in the martial arts world. Naturally, there were several disciples who were not in the temple."

"you!!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest had been speaking normally, but now he was so angry that his voice became shrill.

The people watching the show around looked surprised.

Another older Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe stood up:
"Why are you two so aggressive? My Junior Brother Yan sincerely became a disciple of Tingtao Temple nineteen years ago. Although it is also in Qingcheng Mountain, it is not the same as the previous Songfeng Temple."

Yan Renzhu got help from his senior brother, but he couldn't swallow that anger.

After all, Yu Canghai was his mentor.

"Master Yu has passed away long ago, yet you still want to speak ill of him. How despicable!"

He lowered his voice and yelled at the two old men.

"Yu the Shorty didn't do anything good. Can't he tell about it even after he dies?"

"Yes, yes. Does death mean you are innocent?"

The two old men chuckled.

They look weird and crazy, but their words are very sharp.

"Who on earth are you?"

Yan Renzhu was furious and had already grasped the long sword on the table:

"If you dare to insult me ​​again, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

The two old men seemed to have been waiting for him to ask questions.

The two men pushed aside the young man who wanted to persuade them, crossed their arms over their chests, and said triumphantly:
"If we tell you our names, you'll be shocked."

"That's right!"

"More than 20 years ago, the six of us brothers competed with the Sword God in the Hengshan Sword Contest."

"The famous Taogu Six Immortals are us!"

what!
When the people watching the show around heard this, they were shocked.

It turned out to be those six weirdos from that year!

This is an extremely difficult character to mess with.

The onlookers looked at the two old men. They had ugly faces and were extremely old, which made them look quite scary.

If you go out late at night, you might be mistaken for a ghost.

But
I heard that the Six Immortals of Taogu are inseparable and always go out together as a group of six.

For a moment, I began to doubt their identities.

Several Taoist priests in Tingtao Temple had also heard of the name of the Six Immortals of Taogu and did not dare to be careless.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who had just spoken said again:
"My Junior Brother Yan has long since changed his ways. The world is very different now than it was 20 years ago. Please don't look at people with the same eyes as back then."

Peach Blossom Fairy Road:

"He said we were insulting, but we were telling the truth."

Peach Blossom Fairy nodded:
"We told the truth, but he was merciless. It shows that he has not changed his ways."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the young man beside him and said:
"Anyone like him who tried to stop us from telling the truth would have been torn into six pieces by us back then. Now we six immortals are senior masters and will not attack rashly."

The Peach Blossom Fairy also taught:

"good."

"But if he really draws his sword, we won't be afraid at all."

He said with a playful smile: "Except for the Sword God, no one else in the martial arts world can match us even if they draw their swords."

Before the young man could respond, Yan Renzhu from Tingtao Temple had already reached his limit of patience.

He roared angrily and drew his sword out of its sheath with a swish!
Seeing that he had been enduring all this time, others thought that he did not have much skills and his swordsmanship was mediocre.

Who would have thought that as soon as the sword was drawn, there would be a dazzling sword light.

He shook his wrist, and the long sword spun like a flower, blooming into a sword shadow.

The speed of the sword was so fast that it really shocked the spectators!
Yan Renzhu rushed forward with his sword, but Taohuaxian reached for his waist and an iron rod appeared in his hand to block.

He dodged three swords in a row, but Yan Renzhu swung his sword vertically, and the wooden table where they had just eaten collapsed in an instant!
When Yan Renzhu took a second breath of true energy, Taohuaxian seized the opportunity and struck his iron rod against Yan Renzhu's sword.

There was a loud ding!
Yan Renzhu’s swordsmanship is quite good, but there is a huge gap between his internal strength and that of his opponent.

A head-on collision immediately caused him to retreat back repeatedly.

Several Taoist priests from Tingtao Temple used their strength continuously and all of them placed their palms on the back of Yan Renzhu.

In an instant, the power surged!
The gathered Taoist energy made his Taoist robe flutter. Yan Renzhu took out his sword and pressed out a powerful palm force.

Peach Blossom Fairy took over, and Peach Branch Fairy who was watching the fight took action, placing his palm behind the fifth brother.

The Taoist priests at Tingtao Temple were shocked.

Their Taoist palm power was originally vast and powerful, but when they faced each other, it was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace!

Suddenly, the two immortals used their internal energy and the Taoist priests had no time to defend themselves and all flew backwards.

When the Peach Blossom Fairy saw how miserable they were, she burst into laughter.

He then looked around proudly at those surprised people in the martial arts world.

suddenly
Peach Blossom Fairy’s eyes suddenly widened.

"Third brother, look at him."

Taozhixian saw an old man with white hair and sharp eyes in the direction of his fifth brother's finger.

His eyes missed the old man.

Like Taohuaxian, she looked at Zhao Yuyan who was standing beside the old man.

This kid, why does he look so familiar?

It seems that just by looking at his face, one can feel that he is gifted with extraordinary talents and extraordinary bones.
……

(End of this chapter)