Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 41 Autumn Water
From what Lao Lu said, Mr. Liu may be more reliable than he thought.

On the surface, the swordsmanship and martial arts skills of various sects are not known to outsiders. The third master has probably investigated himself and is quite concerned about them.

The grudge in Zhao Rong's heart was slightly relieved. After all, he had such a genius outside, and his delay in becoming a disciple really showed that the Hengshan sect was short-sighted.

He also considered trying other sects.

But because the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and because I come from Hengyang City, I might arouse suspicion.

Grandpa is very old, and his ancestors have been here for generations. When he first came to Zhaojiawu, his relatives and friends took good care of him. People's hearts are full of flesh, so how can he not feel any affection for him.

and,

The Hengshan School has a strong artistic atmosphere, and its predecessors have no ambitions and love music. The leader, Mo Da, keeps himself safe and travels outside the country.

With my own skills, I rarely go to other sects to get to the bottom of it, but in Hengyang City, I can basically explain it cleanly, and even if there are subsequent troubles, there will be less trouble than in other places.

As for sect battles, there is no shortage of them anywhere.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are fights.

Hengshan has Lai Zhirui, Huashan has Lao Denuo, and Songshan has a wolf-like culture.
In addition, the pace here in Hengyang is slow and the environment is familiar, which is relatively friendly to Zhao Rong.

As the most powerful figure, Mr. Liu Sanye made an exception for the sect's martial arts. From his point of view, it was a great deal of face. There may be some inside story here.

Since the third master took the initiative to show his attitude, Zhao Rong was not so stingy.

Looking at Lao Lu at this time, I felt quite pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Rong flipped through the book of sword moves, and found that they were not complicated. They were just diverse, with many names, strange ones, and various sword moves.

What he saw was so novel that he couldn't help but discuss it with Lu Shilai.

Lao Lu saw that he was worried about the escort before, but now he seemed to have forgotten everything.

"This is the characteristic of our Hengshan swordsmanship. The more we learn it in the future, the more it becomes unpredictable."

"In the past, a senior man from Hengshan made a living as a performer. He incorporated his magic skills into martial arts. His opponent was unprepared and was instantly killed on the spot."

Lao Lu said it bluntly, "However, when it comes to the ability to change sword moves, my mentor is probably not as good as Master Mo."

Zhao Rong nodded at the side and muttered softly: "Thirteen moves of ever-changing clouds and mist."

"Exactly."

"You should study more sword moves when you have time. Please note that no matter how complicated and exquisite the moves are, they are all modified from basic sword moves. Each sect and each sect reaches the same goal in different ways," Lao Lu said earnestly, "Both senior brothers Xiang Mi are not as talented as Brother Rong. In the future, You will definitely inherit the legacy of your mentor.”

'There is even a chance to become the next generation leader. ’ Lao Lu kept this sentence deep in his heart and did not say it.

Although he is only an outer disciple, he has served the sect for a long time.

Among the younger generation of disciples, he could not find anyone with higher talent than the young man in front of him.

Given time, it would be easy to catch up with those senior brothers who have been practicing for a long time.

This is also the reason why Lai Zhirui is afraid of embarrassing Zhao Rong.

"Been taught a lesson."

……

Two days later, Zhao Rong went to the north of the city to see off the Qiu family and his party. These backbones of Zhujian Villa were indispensable.

The autumn wind is rolling in front of the Wangfeng Pavilion, and the cold air stirs up the dust and sand, sweeping the yellow leaves like catkins.

"Has brother's matter been completed?" Zhao Rong knew that they had gone to see the third master.

Qiu Guangjun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Third Master has not confirmed it yet. I just said that I will wait and see. I will drop by when the new year comes."

"By the way?" Zhao Rong looked sideways slightly.

Miss Qiu on the side said with a smile: "The main purpose of coming to Hengyang at the end of the year is naturally to celebrate my senior brother becoming a master."

Zhao Rong laughed dryly and said, "How can we mobilize teachers and mobilize people?"

Qiu Guangjun was about to speak, but when he saw his daughter was eager to give it a try, he simply stood aside as a support.

"Senior Brother Zhao doesn't know something. There is a famous sword in our Sword Making Villa called 'Autumn Water'. It is a sharp weapon that can cut gold and sharpen iron, but I haven't found a suitable owner yet."

"Senior brother has a life-saving grace for Meng Yin, so I just sent it to you."

She stared at Zhao Rong and praised: "A sword matches a hero, senior brother, don't let him down."

Zhao Rong, the famous Longquan swordsman, knew about it.

For example, Mr. Yue got a clear water sword from Longquan and later gave it to Yue Lingshan as an eighteenth-year-old gift.

With a strong interest in famous swords and Miss Qiu finding a good reason, Zhao Rong hesitated before refusing.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I immediately changed the subject and asked, "Even the third master didn't agree. Is the trouble in Longquan?"

"Ok?"

Miss Qiu was confused at first, then quickly suppressed the joy in her eyes, "Yes, it has affected the Sword Forging Villa."

Lao Qiu and Mr. Qiu on the side were both surprised.

Zhao Rong had been resisting before and didn't say anything in this regard. He didn't expect that he would take the initiative to bring it up.

Because of a sword?

Most likely impossible.

Lao Qiu stared at his daughter thoughtfully. He felt that it was better for him to continue to assist, so he and Mr. Qiu remained silent together, listening to Miss Qiu informing Zhao Rong about the establishment of a branch of the Demon Cult in Raozhou.

"Since you have already set your sights on the Shu family's villa, will you still attack the Qiu family?"

"It can't be avoided."

"The demon sect has always had a huge appetite. The Shu family can't hold on for long. If we don't want to be wiped out, we have to dedicate our family business with both hands. Even if we don't take action against the Qiu family, there will be friction in the business. In the end, we still have to make a decision."

"I see."

Zhao Rong couldn't make a promise, so the topic stopped abruptly.

But the Qiu family is already satisfied. Since they take the initiative to ask, they will be more or less interested.

If Zhao Rong opens the door for them, things will be much easier to handle.

"Brother Zhao, goodbye." "Goodbye~!"

“Let’s talk about it again at the end of the year.”

They cupped their hands and said goodbye in front of the watchtower.

Zhao Rong returned to Hengyang City along the same route, also thinking about Zhujian Villa.

As a noble and decent person expands his territory, he won't kill easily, lest he makes a scandal and makes others laugh. Most people in the Demon Sect often act without scruples.

No wonder the Qiu family was so anxious to ask for help from Mr. Liu San and kept their attitude so low.

This is a matter of survival.

Raozhou branch is quite far away from Longquan.

The Qiu family should be able to support it for a while, and then we'll see if we can help.

When Zhao Rong returned to the city, Zhujian Villa and his party returned to Xianhe Ridge via the original route, and then came to the foot of Tianzhu Peak.

Everyone recalled the tense scene that day.

The powerful palm wind of the Yellow River ancestor is still in Miss Qiu's ears.

"Dad, then Senior Brother Zhao is a person who is afraid of trouble. Why has he changed his temper now?" Mr. Qiu is still not sure.

Lao Qiu didn't say anything, but a guest from the Qiu family said with a smile:
"Young master, as the saying goes, it is difficult for a hero to be a beauty."

Mr. Qiu suddenly realized it and looked at his sister's pretty face that exuded a heroic spirit.

"That's right. My sister is twenty-nine years old and has already fascinated the young talents of Longquan. It's not surprising that Senior Brother Zhao is in love with her."

"That's okay, I can also mention my seniority."

"Dad, from now on, you will be Senior Brother Zhao and I will be your uncle."

"Shuzi~!" Lao Qiu raised his leg and kicked him, and then laughed and cursed again.

Qiu Mengyin 'didn't care' about their teasing.

He just gave him a disdainful look, "Senior Brother Zhao is kind-hearted and a hero of the time. He is not what you think."

After she finished speaking, she looked towards the mist of Tianzhu, and then at the tea shed at the foot of the mountain. She could still see the caravans and horse teams passing by and the hurried travelers from the rivers and lakes.

I remember the autumn wind at the post station. Although the clouds and mist were different when I looked up, the sacred peaks were very beautiful.

Brother Zhao.
……

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.

During this period, Changrui Escort Bureau had three escorts return safely from the nearby city, and the bandits who had robbed the escorts and caused trouble had long since disappeared.

Most of the martial arts comrades who came from Yongzhou and Shaozhou to assist in boxing left.

After Mr. Gu Mingzong visited the Liu Mansion, he was sent out of the city by Long Changxu himself.

Zhao Rong has been practicing martial arts diligently these days.

Especially the ice power derived from frost cold power, Zhao Rong put the most energy into it.

With the light of the pendant treasure, this is the fastest martial art he can practice.

If he didn't have to adapt his body to this cold energy to avoid frostbite on his meridians, he could still practice more unrestrainedly.

Lu Gui and Lu Shilai, two old Jianghu men, made detailed preparations again.

Only five days later, they would set off for Yingtian Mansion.

On the second day after Gu Mingzong left Hengyang City, outside Old Man Sang's tea shop.
Someone came to buy tea.

This is a strange guest.

He hesitated in his steps, advancing or retreating, and his expression changed even more.

Sometimes I grit my teeth, sometimes I feel pain, sometimes I feel frustrated.
The diligent Bao Budian would never look down on any tea buyer, because Zhao Rong had emphasized to him
Even if he is a ragged old man, even if he has no money and just begs for a bowl of tea, he must be enthusiastic enough, especially when the old man carries a huqin with him.

Bao Butian didn't know the young man outside the tea shed, but he understood something from the young man's expression.

Most likely, his family was in poor condition and he fled here with no money.

"Brother, you are"

Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of not-so-bright eyes.

"I'm here to make tea."

"Oh~!"

Bao Butian had a serious expression on his face, "You want to make money as a buddy?"

"No, I'm here to make tea."

"Isn't it the guy who makes tea?"

"I'm not here to be a servant!"

The young man was about to get angry, but after thinking of something, his expression dimmed again, "I'll make tea."

What a strange man.

Bao Butian shook his head, "What's your name? I'll ask it for you."

"I'm Ben Keke,"

The young man coughed and said two words: "Wentai."

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