Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 235: The Legend of Immortality (Part )
When all the people in the martial arts world heard this, they were all stunned.

Many people even thought they had heard it wrong.

Breaking into the sword tomb, what a crazy act!
With the current strength and reputation of the Hengshan Sect, breaking into the Five Gods Peak Sword Tomb is far more difficult than going to the Shaoshi Mountain to steal the Yi Jin Jing.

"The Kunlun sect wants to break into the sword tomb. How is this possible?"

After the initial shock, the sober people in the world all shook their heads.

I think this news is a false rumor and not worth believing.

With a normal mind, no one would do such a crazy thing.

But think about it carefully.
This is the Kunlun Sect.

Whether it is Zhen Huazi or Qiankun Yijian Zhen Shanzi, they are both crazy people who face the sword energy head-on and bring the sword energy back to Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain.

Zhen Shanzi originally wanted to feel the sword energy, but he was one of the few leaders who did not care about the reputation of the sect.

After the Hengshan Sword Contest, the sword of the Kunlun Sect leader was left in the Sword Tomb at the Divine Peak.

In those days, Taoist Master Chongxu of the Wudang Sect also had the opportunity to compete with the Sword God using Tai Chi swordsmanship, but he valued the reputation of Wudang and was much more conservative than Zhen Shanzi, so he never tried his luck in the duel.

Recalling those days, some people's eyelids twitched.

This is truly something that the Kunlun Sect can do.

"Could it be that Sect Leader Zhen Shanzi has also developed sword energy?"

"It's not impossible."

Some disciples of major sects spoke out:
"It is said that several seniors of Kunlun Sect have practiced the Five Heavenly Dragon Skills to an extremely high level, almost to perfection."

"Kunlun swordsmanship strives to be tangible, and the sword energy of Senior Sword God is the ultimate they pursue."

"More than 20 years ago, the Qiankun sword had the form of Qi. After that, I witnessed the real sword Qi and saw the way forward clearly. The head of Kunlun has not left the snow mountain for many years. It is hard to say what realm he has reached now."

These disciples of the major sects have heard a lot about this from their elders and know the secrets.

Many idle people in the world were deeply shocked when they heard it for the first time.

Near the marriage-recruiting arena, a 30-year-old Jianghu man recalled the Jianghu legend and couldn't help but sigh: "I heard that Yancheng has more than a thousand guests, and ten thousand swords have returned to Hengyang. I only regret that I am not a Yancheng guest twenty years ago."

He was just an ordinary man in the world, but these words touched the hearts of many people.

People in the world who are in a prosperous period also want to look back to the source of this prosperity.

However, that discussion on swordplay that explained the ancestral methods of various sects was destined to be missed again.

The martial artists in Songtan were talking about it, and the news had spread in all directions.

There is no doubt that the Kunlun Sect also made a big move this time.

There were countless martial artists gathered in Hengzhou Prefecture. Those who wanted to find out the truth immediately set off for Hengyang after hearing the news.

"Let's go back to the mountain gate as soon as possible."

Ah Fei's face was full of smiles, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Brother, do you want to stay here?"

Luo He looked at his two brothers who were looking at him and immediately shook his head.

The sect had important matters to attend to, so he naturally wouldn't delay because of his children's personal affairs that he hadn't figured out yet.

but
The elegant Hengshan disciples who were accompanying them did not forget to call Junior Sister Li to return with them.

The Li family thoughtfully prepared gifts for their daughter and asked her to visit her teacher.

Gu Ji also invited Shang Sufeng and the disciples from the surrounding major sects.

Everyone followed one another and headed towards Hengyang.
"Times have changed and circumstances have changed. Now the core disciples of the major sects are all admirable."

When Dian Cang and his group arrived, Zou Songqing, who rarely sighed, let out a sigh of emotion.

In the past, although he collected information from all sides, he did not travel much.

Apart from his usual daily duties as a master, he rarely appears in the Dali martial arts world.

Although I have heard news about the successors of various sects, hearing about it is not as shocking as seeing it with my own eyes.

Especially when the geniuses from various factions gather together and the stars are shining.

I can't help but feel a sense of self-blame in my heart.

He is a loyal and honest man. Although he practices martial arts very hard, his talent is not as good as these core geniuses.

The Dian Cang Sect is now also a large sect.

As the most direct successor of my master, I felt quite guilty after making the comparison.

After Zou Songqing finished speaking, he looked at the boys and girls who were traveling with him.

These three were able to remain calm in the face of a group of geniuses, even when the three true disciples of Hengshan gathered together.

This kind of determination alone is unique here.

At this time, he hoped more and more that his master would accept these three people as his disciples and pass on his teachings to them.

Shang Sufeng's eagle eyes were fixed on this eldest disciple.

How could the old man not understand what he was thinking.

“Don’t make the mistake of yourself.”

These four short words roared in Zou Songqing's brain.

"Master."

His voice stopped abruptly, as the Master's words echoed in his mind again:

"When I first faced the Sword God, my power was almost the same as yours now, but you are younger than I was then."

"Although your progress in training is slow, you are making steady progress."

"As for the martial arts of my Dian Cang lineage, you cannot learn them without patience and concentration."

"Master has paved a path for you. Even if you cannot make any more breakthroughs on this path, if you continue to follow Master's path, how much worse can you be than others in time?"

Shang Sufeng gave profound teachings:

"When I am gone, you will quietly watch the eagles on the high cliffs of Moying. Even if you have been influenced by it, you have been watching the eagles beside me for more than 20 years. The Cangshan Shrine does not have many secrets for you."

“When you see others are highly educated, you don’t have to look down on yourself.”

"In the past, there were many people who were better than my master. But looking at the martial arts world now, how many people are left?"

"Yes." Zou Songqing let out a breath, and his expression returned to its usual calmness.

Seeing this, Shang Sufeng nodded with satisfaction.

He looked towards Hengyang and suddenly said:

"This time, I can see the Sword God for myself from 20 years ago, but I will hardly have the chance to see him 20 years later."

"But you have a chance."

"When that day comes, when you pay tribute to your master, don't forget to tell me what he looked like then."

Zou Songqing felt the urge to die again.

However, he understood what his master wanted, so he just agreed without saying anything else.

Old man Dian Cang was very pleased and nodded with a smile.

The amazing thing is that Master Dian Cang and his apprentice did not shy away from the three little ones around them during their heart-to-heart talk.

Zhao Shu and the other two heard it clearly.

Along the way, Shang Sufeng never mentioned the matter of accepting disciples, but he gave them a lot of guidance.

Hearing that he was determined to die, I felt quite sorry for him.

Zhao Shu didn't understand what was in the old man's mind, so she advised with a hint of confusion:
"I heard that Senior Sword God has a gentle personality. You don't have to fight him to the death when you discuss swordplay with him."

"Yeah." Gusu's siblings also chimed in.

Zhao Fei said: "Senior Sword God has been the best in the world for a long time, but he is actually lonely. If you go to Hengyang, he will not be angry. Instead, he may invite you to drink when he sees an old friend."

"Without hatred or grudge, why fight to the death?"

The smile on the old man's face widened. He did not continue to discuss this topic, but asked:
"You want to defeat the Sword God?"

"Yes."

"of course."

Old man Dian Cang looked at the two girls who responded quickly and laughed again: "You are very considerate."

Zhao Yuyan was confused: "How can this be called considerate?"

Shang Sufeng stroked his beard and said, "As the saying goes, it's lonely at the top. Since I'm invincible, if you win, then this loneliness will disappear."

Zhao Yuyan thought about it and found that it made sense.

Zhao Fei recalled some past events in Suzhou, thought of his mother's teachings, and thought of fishing by the Taihu Lake.

She had some different ideas in her mind, but she still insisted:

“I don’t know if I’m lonely or not. Only when you truly win will you know the answer.”

Zhao Shu didn't say anything.

She seemed to be thinking about something. She looked at Zou Songqing who was immersed in his master's teachings, and then glanced at old man Dian Cang with a guilty look.

The three of them missed the previous topic because of Shang Sufeng's interruption.
At dusk, the setting sun shines obliquely, the river is rippling with green waves, and the sails of the boats are crisscrossing.

The autumn wind blows the Xiang River, and the fallen leaves are scattered all over Xiaoxiang.

Accompanied by the cries of geese on Huiyan Peak, teams of carriages and horses entered the city.

It was dinner time, and the city of Hengyang was bustling with activity. There were noises of carriages and horses, horns and gongs, fishing boats singing, and merchant ships returning home.
Escort carts and mule horses traveled along the official road, travelers and merchants stopped at the dike, taverns and teahouses lit their lights early, and the octagonal lamp hanging high in the patio of the inn kept shaking.

Over the past twenty years, Yancheng's prosperity has truly exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

Even Shang Sufeng would stop his horse outside the city when he arrived here to admire the magnificent scene.

There are even more martial artists around.

In the past, it was rare to see people carrying strange weapons.

But when we got here, because there were so many people coming and going from all over the place, all kinds of skills were available, and even strange weapons were common.

Originally, the Dian Cang Sect was not far away from the other major sects.

But when they approached Hengyang, there were too many people and horses, and many people were walking in a hurry, so the team was dispersed.

Zou Songqing dismounted and walked in front to lead the way into the city.

As soon as I passed the city gate, I saw a large group of people gathered together.

"Come and see, come and see!"

A sturdy man shouted, his voice was powerful and it was obvious that he had practiced internal energy.

Upon closer inspection, I found that they were actually selling dog-skin plasters.

This plaster is not simple.

Zou Songqing was horrified when he saw it.

Next to the burly man, there was an iron pot filled with sand and gravel. There was a flame underneath and the firewood was crackling.

The big man stretched out his hand and stirred the sand and gravel in the iron pan like a shovel, without fear of the heat from the sand and gravel.

"it is good!"

"Good work!"

The people around praised it highly.

The big man heated up his thick palms until they turned red, then he used his hands to remove the sand and gravel, and then he took out the plaster and applied it. After a while, the red light faded away.

"After buying my ointment, Xue made practicing the Iron Sand Palm a piece of cake!"

Many people who are keen on hard kung fu immediately paid to buy it.

At this time, someone from another stall next to him shouted:
"Anren Zhengyang Martial Arts School is recruiting disciples. This school teaches the authentic Hengshan Iron Cloth Shirt. Martial arts such as Iron Sand Palm, Bone Accelerating Palm, Muscle Breaking Palm, and Cinnabar Palm are like child's play in front of the Iron Cloth Shirt of this martial arts school."

This man was carrying a tall sail and his voice was very loud.

People from other places thought he was just making a fuss.

Unexpectedly, this person took out a shovel and hit the body continuously, which actually made a sound of metal.

He then put a long spear against his throat and bent the spear shaft with force.

The people around cheered loudly!
Soon, under the instigation of the spectators, the man with the iron sand palm who sold the ointment and the disciple with the iron cloth shirt martial arts school started fighting.

I thought that each of them had something fishy going on, but I didn't expect that when they started fighting, they both had real stuff.

One has a deep and powerful palm technique, the other has an iron shirt that has been tempered through thousands of hammer blows.

For a while, the fight was evenly matched.

The foreign warriors were quite surprised.

The local gangsters in Hengzhou Prefecture laughed out loud, as if they were used to it.

Zou Songqing originally thought that the changes in Dali's martial arts world were already big enough, but when he arrived in Yancheng, he finally understood what it meant to be a dwarf compared to a giant.

There are various sword shops, escort agencies, martial arts schools, boxing gyms, and martial arts schools.

Among these schools alone, there are many unknown masters.

Walking around the city, it is common to see strangers with outstanding skills.

Occasionally I would see an internal martial arts master with a long-lasting breath and a towering temple, but I couldn't even tell his name.

Now that a grand event is about to happen in Yancheng, many religious sects in the northern and southern martial arts circles have sent people here. Any stone thrown down may hit a disciple of a high-ranking sect.

"It is worthy of being the Holy Land of Martial Arts."

Zou Songqing was filled with emotion.

Shang Sufeng also said: "Yancheng has changed a lot."

Zhao Shu and the other two were also watching the fun along the way, looking around the bustling streets of Yancheng, but there was not much surprise in their eyes.

A few people went for a stroll before night fell.

Finally, we stayed at Tongfu Inn in the west of the city.

This inn is extremely special.

Given the current atmosphere in the city, it would be normal that most of the guests are people from the underworld.

Even the waiter in this inn is different from others.

They were wearing shorts, some with their collars open to reveal their bulging muscles, and they carried a rag on their shoulders. They spoke in a rude voice, but had a friendly smile on their faces.

When wiping the table, be extra careful to every corner.

It gives people a strong sense of disharmony.

The guys who were thinner also had sharp eyes, and they were all martial artists.

The cook was sharpening his knife on the whetstone outside the kitchen and occasionally chopped it a few times, each time faster than the last. A black carp caught from the Xiaoshui River was filleted in his hands in a moment.

The angle, force and power-generating technique of the sword all have their own particularities.

Zou Songqing looked around and was a little confused about the origin of Tongfu Inn.

If it were opened in the wild, it would definitely be regarded as a black shop run by robbers and bandits.

"Guests, what would you like to order?"

The middle-aged innkeeper pushed the waiter aside and came forward in person.

After ordering a few dishes, Zou Songqing seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The shopkeeper smiled and said:
"My name is Bao Bu Dian, and I am also known as Bao Nosy. There is nothing I don't know about the big and small things in Hengyang City."

The shopkeeper's eyes passed over the boy and girl without leaving a trace.

Zou Songqing was originally curious about this inn.

But then I thought that this might be someone else's secret, and it would be offensive to ask directly.

Then I changed the subject:

"I have a question that I would like to ask you."

"Excuse me."

Zou Songqing said, "Today in Songtan, I heard that the Kunlun Sect was going to break into the Sword Tomb, but when I got to Hengyang, why didn't we hear any movement? There are so many rumors out there, I don't know which one is true."

The shopkeeper said "oh" and explained with a smile:

"Kunlun Sect's successor Xuan Chengzi has indeed announced that he will break into the Sword Tomb. In addition, this time, in addition to this successor, two seniors Zhen Shanzi and Zhen Huazi also came to Hengyang with him."

Upon hearing the news, old man Dian Cang and the three young boys turned their eyes over.

"Are the Kunlun Sect members going to break into the Sword Tomb together?"

Zou Songqing was quite surprised.

"of course not."

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "The leader of a big sect broke into the sword tomb. If you want to take back the leader's sword, doesn't it mean you have to pass the Mysterious Truth of the Wild Wind and then fight the Sword God? It's a no-brainer."

"Even if the two Kunlun seniors joined forces, it would be impossible."

"If the descendant of Xuan Chengzi breaks into the Sword Tomb, he will be able to avoid the Sword God, defeat the two mountain guardians, and then defeat the four true disciples."

“This is indeed many times easier.”

"Nothing"

His tone changed: "Although Xuan Chengzi is a rare genius in Kunlun Yuxu Palace, even if he can surpass the mountain guard, he will probably still feel a lot of pressure when facing the second senior sister."

"As for the various news I heard today, it was because Second Senior Sister was in seclusion at the side peak of Tianshan Mountain."

"The news of Xuan Chengzi's breaking into the Sword Tomb has been passed to Hengshan Sect, and the sect has informed Second Senior Sister, so we have to wait another day."

It turned out to be the case.

Zou Songqing looked at the shopkeeper in front of him a few more times.

He is indeed a gossiper.

The old man Dian Cang's eagle eyes swept over, and Bao Budian asked hurriedly:

"Senior, do you have any advice?"

Shang Sufeng asked: "Is the Sword God at Shenfeng?"

What Zou Songqing didn't expect was that the shopkeeper dared to answer such a question.

"The Kunlun Sect is also considered an old friend of the Sword God. Their descendants breaking into the Sword Tomb is a major event in Yancheng. I'm sure the old man will also be paying attention."

Old Man Dian Cang already has the answer.

He gazed at the sacred peak and smiled leisurely.

After more than 20 years of waiting, this moment finally came.
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(End of this chapter)