Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 63 Blood Exchange
The evening of the second day after Lai Zhirui's defection.

After finding the answer, Gang Leader Shang Yukang walked out of the gate of the Hengshan Sect. After smiling and saying hello to the disciples who were closing the door next to him, he couldn't help but turn around and take a few more glances at the ancient building.

Has the vermilion door of the Hengshan Sect changed?
Nothing has changed, the vicissitudes of life remain the same, and it is still full of the quaint atmosphere of the years.

"It's different."

"The Hengshan Sect has changed since then."

"Why did dad say that?" The people who asked were Shang Yukang's two sons, and they were the pickers who carried the white bear here today.

Shang Yukang was a little far away from the gate of Hengshan sect, so he chose something he could talk to them about:

"Mr. Mo Da has been the leader all his life. He only kept the sect in Hengzhou and defended this foundation without making much achievements. I didn't expect that he would find such a heir to the mantle in his old age."

"No wonder the Lu family gave up immediately. Going against this senior brother will never end well."

'What a cunning boy, what a dark heart. ’ he added in his mind.

Seeing that they were still in the mist, Shang Yukang touched his face and laughed at himself, "Your father and I have been in the world for thirty years, and yet we are so silent in front of a young man."

"It became the knife in his hand, but he was complacent."

"Mr. Mo Da is idle and wild, and this next generation of Hengshan helmsman, I think he is a master who can stir up troubles in the world."

"Dad, isn't the Hengshan Sect going to be in constant trouble?" The eldest son was worried.

"Oh," the second son said anxiously, "Mr. Mo Da is at the helm, so we can still find safety."

Shang Yukang snorted coldly.

"You two really haven't made any progress, and you are so blind that you can't see the turmoil in the world? In recent years, has Hengzhou Mansion become more and more chaotic? How many of Lu Lianrong and Liu Sanye's disciples have died?"

"Even your Uncle Wu has become a traitor. We don't know how we will die one day. Why do you want peace?"

"The Hengshan Sect has been in trouble before, so they must have guessed the enemy behind them."

“But this senior brother is a decisive person. What he wants to fight now is not the Haisha Gang, but the forces behind the Haisha Gang.

This is very dangerous, but if the Red Wolf Gang keeps up, it will have a certain chance of survival. If we become abandoned, we will only have to abandon our family business and remain anonymous, which is a dangerous and unknown path. "

Both sons sighed.

Shang Yukang put his arms around their shoulders.

"Dad, the leader of the gang is very impressive on the surface, but he is secretly contented that others cannot see."

"In the troubled times of martial arts, as long as you enter this arena, the small forces that cannot jump out of the chessboard are just pawns to survive cautiously. The Haisha Gang is actually the same as us."

"However, I, your father, still have some vision."

"The people on our side who are playing chess are not mediocre players. The Haisha Gang Le'an's miscalculation has led to the alternation of identities between light and dark. You two follow me and work well and be careful in your words and deeds. This may not be an opportunity for the Red Wolf Gang."

"As long as the Haisha Gang falls, our business will expand several times, and the resources provided to the leader will be doubled, and our position in Hengzhou Prefecture will be more stable."

"As long as the big tree doesn't fall, the Red Wolf Gang can rest easy!"

……

Shang Yukang was educating his son. In the pavilion outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Zhao Rong was dealing with a pile of things he left behind.

Zhao Rong did not refuse the precious medicinal materials that Lu Zhongsheng asked him to send. He had no grudge against Lu Songfeng and others in his heart. It was normal for him to feel uncomfortable when he thought about others.

Once the other party surrenders, he won't hold on to him.

Fingering a lot of music scores given by Shang Yukang, Zhao Rong wanted to laugh when he saw them. As long as feelings are at the core of Hengshan, it is always right to send music scores, right?

No wonder there are a lot of music scores in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

There are also several sets of palm techniques and boxing techniques. Looking at them from today's perspective, Zhao Rong lost interest after taking a few glances, but they can satisfy his desire for collection.

That Abao
White Bear is a docile and cute bear, unless he becomes the Dragon Warrior.

However, Zhao Rong has martial arts skills, and even if the white bear goes crazy, he can still hit it with darker circles under its eyes.

Give it a try for a few days, if it doesn't work, send it to the mountains.

Zhao Rong was very busy in the next few days.

In addition to practicing every day and secretly observing the movements of the Red Wolf Gang, the leader of the family has officially undergone changes under his planning.

Including An Zhien, who applied medicine to Cheng Mingyi, six disciples from the outer sect were selected who had better qualifications, innocent identities, and ranked high in martial arts.

After Zhao Rong was selected, Mo Da nodded in recognition.

In the envious eyes of the other outer disciples, these six people were granted the status of inner disciples.

On the first day of entry, I got the opportunity to practice the internal skill "Yue Zhen Jue".

Zhao Rong also revised the regulations.

Disciples who have just entered the inner sect from the outer sect must practice hard at the sect's residence for at least three months, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to the study of mental and sword skills.

Although there is a suspicion of trying to encourage others, every disciple who joins the inner sect is extremely happy.

With these six people it's exciting.

Zhao Rong took advantage of the situation and determined that the next batch of outer sect disciples would enter the inner sect in three months, and the number would be eight.

But the rules were changed to a sword competition, and whoever has the best swordsmanship on Tingfeng Platform will go ashore.

Zhao Rong was making mischievous calculations: The first batch had picked out the most powerful people, and the remaining people were about the same, so everyone felt that they had a chance.

These people are bound to get involved.

After three months of madly practicing swordsmanship, he entered the inner sect and then practiced madly for another three months at the sect's residence. This would definitely increase his combat power.

Five days later, Zhao Rong stood at the listening stage with his hands behind his back, and Feng Qiaoyun stood beside him with a tired look on his face:
"Brother, do you know?"

"For more than ten years, the disciples of our sect leader have never been as diligent as they were during this period. It has almost reached the point where they forget to eat and sleep, and dance when they hear the chicken."

It's okay.

Zhao Rong touched his chin. At this juncture, he should press harder. For example, he could set up a challenge system for upgrading and downgrading from the outer door to the inner door based on the number of years, so as not to think that he had no worries as soon as he was promoted to the inner door and immediately slacked off.

However, the entire Hengshan sect is used to being free and loose, so the medicine cannot be administered too hard at once.

"Why are junior sister's eyes moving closer and closer to Abao?"

Feng Qiaoyun was startled, and Zhao Rong smiled and pointed in the direction of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"Junior brothers who are newly promoted to the inner sect come to me for advice, and those who have not been promoted also come to me for advice. Junior brothers are rarely passionate, and I can't bear to offend them." Feng Qiaoyun was not pouring bitterness, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask: "Why don't Junior Brother Xi and Junior Brother Lu help?"

"No need, I can handle it for now."

"The next batch of eight junior brothers will be promoted. It won't be too late to ask them to help."

"It's too late," Zhao Rong looked at the somewhat stubborn Feng Qiaoyun, "Junior Brother Xi and Junior Brother Lu are inexperienced. Their swordsmanship and internal skills are more advanced than those of the outer sect brothers, but they don't know how to teach others. I think they are very clumsy. You have to Develop them by the way.”

“I overlooked that.”

"However, there is one thing that Junior Sister is looking forward to even more."

"Oh?"

"Senior brother is practicing swordsmanship at a rapid pace. This sect's swordsmanship will definitely shine in the hands of senior brother." Feng Qiaoyun smiled. "When the time comes, I will ask senior brother for advice. Maybe he can solve many of my confusions. Just like practicing Zhenyue The tactics are average.”

"Although senior brother is not as profound in cultivation as master, he is insightful and thought-provoking, which has loosened the bottleneck of my cultivation."

"To use his old man's words, that is the world in the eyes of a genius. Senior brother should be the most talented person I have ever seen."

"Martial arts fanatic, martial arts fanatic" Zhao Rong smiled.

Feng Qiaoyun suddenly responded: "Martial arts idiot, martial arts idiot"

Naturally, the martial arts idiot she was talking about was Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was deeply touched when he saw the inner and outer sect disciples practicing martial arts these days.

The most talented people are always in the minority.

The progress of practicing those profound kung fu is too slow and difficult to master. Some outer sect disciples lacked the talent to practice swordsmanship and kept trying to do the best, resulting in no improvement in their skills after several years.

Even if they were given the opportunity to practice the Huifeng Luoyan Sword, it would be extremely difficult for them to master it.

It would be better to find some easy-to-learn martial arts and allow people with poor talent to practice them, ensuring that everyone has decent skills in the shortest possible time and improving the basic quality of the entire sect.

For example, Lu Shilai is smart.

Knowing that his talent was limited, he practiced sword training while supplementing the Eagle Claw Technique. He was stronger than the average outer disciple.

Zhao Rong planned to think about this matter carefully and then ask his master for advice.

……

In the middle of the afternoon, Sixth Junior Brother Quan Ziju came to Hidden Sword Pavilion and talked to Zhao Rong about the recruitment of outer disciples.

The six newly recruited outer sect disciples just filled the vacancies. They were all introduced by the subordinate forces of the sect. Their identities were innocent and trustworthy.

Among them were several disciples under the age of twenty. Zhao Rong looked at the register handed over by Quan Ziju and smiled with satisfaction.

The first wave of blood transfusions was finally completed.

Of course, this is only the first step.

With the various resources of the leader's lineage, it can still operate in a relatively healthy manner if it recruits dozens of disciples.

But Zhao Rong is not in a hurry. He is a novice now and needs to operate it to become familiar with the mode.

"How is the progress with the Red Wolf Gang?"

"very smooth."

Quan Ziju said: "It will be the New Year's Eve in three days. The leader of the Shang clan held a grand banquet and invited a group of businessmen and Hengzhou officials to drink. The invitations have already been sent out widely."

"In the words of senior brother, the nest is ready."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong paced, "Junior brother, can you please run over when the time comes and keep an eye on the platform secretly?"

"Bring a few more outer disciples with you. Just make sure you know what's going on. The others will help you with a few more tricks, and you can have a drink to cheer up."

"Senior brother, don't worry, I can handle this well."

Quan Ziju smiled again and said:
"Senior brother, the other thing I was told has been completed."

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　　Thanks to my fellow martial artists who have read this far. And to the friends who have promoted this book, thank you! ('-'*ゞ

　　I had mistaken Cheng and Chen before, and blamed myself for not being able to distinguish between front and back nasal sounds. I have corrected them all, thank you for your correction!
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