By the time Hu Yuan and his party descended from Luding Mountain, the mountain col had returned to its original appearance after careful repairs.
If someone was not in the know, there would be no way of discovering that a fierce battle had taken place in this mountain col. A number of priceless treasures had been missing from the underground, and dozens of corpses had been added.
When they arrived at the bank of the river at the foot of Luding Mountain, Hu Yuan and Cheng Lingsu were about to go west, while the other wanted to go east. It was time to part ways.
Before leaving, Hu Longhu said: "Miss Cheng, I would like to ask you, do you have anything to deal with around the Mid-Autumn Festival this year?"
Cheng Lingsu was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Since my master passed away, I have been living alone by the Dongting Lake. Apart from cultivating some medicinal herbs, I don't have much important matters on weekdays."
Hu Long said: "If Miss Cheng is free, Pindao would like to invite you to watch a big show together."
Cheng Lingsu heard what he meant, that he would come to find her before the Mid-Autumn Festival. She felt inexplicably happy in her heart and asked with a smile: "But I don't know what the excitement is?"
Hu Yuan said: "Pindao has received news that Fukang'an, the most favored person in front of Qianlong, has sent many of his subordinates to send invitations to various martial arts sects, and will hold a 'World Masters Conference' in the capital on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"In my humble opinion, the imperial court's actions have only three intentions. One is to recruit warriors from all over the world for their own use; the other is to induce everyone to kill each other with fame and fortune; the third is to attract anti-Qing forces from all sides Enter the capital and exterminate them.
"No matter what the imperial court's plot is, in short, we must get involved in whatever the enemy wants to do and cause some trouble. Therefore, Pindao plans to sneak into the 'World Heads Conference' on the Mid-Autumn Festival and use the camera to stir things up. Move out."
Cheng Lingsu smiled and said: "It's really a lively event. It's okay to go and take a look. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Taoist priest came to a town called 'White Horse Temple' by Dongting Lake to look for me."
After that, she whispered her detailed address.
After Hu Long wrote it down, she took a step back, offered him her hands first and said, "Goodbye, see you later."
Hu Long returned the gift with a smile and said, "See you later."
Then the two of them turned around and went back to the east and west.
Hu Yuan had already made arrangements when he came. The two groups of people walking behind prepared ten carriages and hid them at the foot of the mountain. They loaded twenty-four iron boxes and rushed towards the coast.
There was no conversation all the way, and the group of people went to the beach to abandon the shore and board the boat. The "Flying Dragon Ship" sailed south along the coast.
Although it was a headwind, the sailors on the ship still borrowed enough wind power by constantly adjusting the angle of the sails. Although the "Flying Dragon Ship" needed to travel along a zigzag route, which made the voyage much longer, it ensured the speed of travel.
During the voyage, the "Flying Dragon Ship" took advantage of the darkness and parked at several secret ports several times. Reliable personnel from the "Tiandihui" had been waiting there for a long time. Under Hu Yuan's arrangement, the twenty-four boxes of treasures on the ship were first divided into Transfer them out in batches, and then sell them in batches through the "Tiandihui" channel in the future, and exchange them for more practical real money or various materials.
That night, the "Flying Dragon Ship" anchored on the coast near Chenghai, Guangdong. After Hu Yuan said goodbye to everyone on the ship, he disembarked from the ship and landed alone. Using his outstanding light skills, he sneaked into Chenghai City at night and climbed over the walls all the way to a quite charming place. The old, medium-sized winery floats like a big light bird in the courtyard of the residence behind the winery.
As soon as his toes touched the ground, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart. He hurriedly used a posture of hiding his head and shrinking his neck to avoid a big hand with its fingers spread out towards his head. At the same time, his right leg was curled up like a scorpion's tail, and his toes were like a tail. It pierced the man's Dantian Qi Sea like a poisonous needle. It was ruthless, precise and unparalleled in speed, making it impossible for anyone to guard against it.
"If you rebel, you brat, I'll see if I can beat you to death!"
Seeing Hu Long's counterattack with such a killing move, the attacker couldn't help blowing his beard and glaring in anger. He cursed in a low voice, spun around like the wind, and used his right hand to turn into a palm knife and chop into the crook of Hu Long's leg.
Hu Yuan retracted his feet and spun around, changing his position while stumbling upside down. While avoiding the opponent's offensive, he used his hands to counterattack with dense and exquisite moves. He laughed in a low voice: "The so-called 'battlefield is endless'. Father and son, "A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength," is what you, the old man, always talk about. Why are you blaming me now?"
At this moment, he was really putting all his strength into action, and as soon as he made a move, he used the two secret techniques of "Drunken Immortal Stepping on the Moon, Walking Drunk and Lost His Tracks" and "Drunken Dreams of the Red World, Returning to Hiding".
The person who fought against Hu Long was a man wearing a long robe and a mandarin jacket who looked to be over forty years old. His figure is a bit more rounded than the fatter Hu Long, his round belly is like a flipped-up pot, his face is round and his eyes are small, and the corners of his mouth are raised. Although he is angry, he is still smiling. He is indeed somewhat similar to Hu Long.
Under Hu Long's fierce and rainy offensive, this person used a strong, vigorous, sincere and powerful boxing technique. Every punch and kick contained great strength, and he used attack to attack to challenge Hu Long's edge, from the beginning to the end. Only the eighteen boxing styles can be used repeatedly in any combination, and they are not inferior at all to the "Eight Methods of Drunk Meng Hongchen, Returning to Hiding" which can be said to be endlessly varied.
Hu Long recognized that the boxing technique used by the opponent was Shaolin's unique skill "Innate Arhat Boxing". He recognized its power and concentrated his mind to deal with it with all his strength.
Everyone knows that Shaolin uses the 108-style "Arhat Boxing" as the foundation for entry, but few people know that there are hidden secrets in this boxing method. If one can fully understand the wonderful meaning of Zen Buddhism, "directly pointing at the human heart, seeing one's nature and becoming a Buddha", one can return the 108 boxing techniques to their origins and return them to the 18 postures, which can strengthen the body internally, ease tendons and cleanse the marrow, and strengthen the external body. The enemy is invincible, also known as "Arhat's magical power to conquer demons".
Although the methods of detecting the "aperture of the profound entrance" and reaching the innate realm among all the secret schools in the world are now ineffective, within the acquired realm, the power of this magical skill is still considered to be one of the few.
Both of them said nothing, chasing and fighting in the courtyard under the hazy moonlight, rolling and rolling until they were five hundred moves away.
Suddenly, the man suddenly stepped forward and used the "Black Tiger Holding the Heart" move. His right hand was in the shape of a tiger's claw. He stepped forward with his feet and grabbed Hu Long's heart. His claws did not reach his body, and his five fingers pointed at him. The sharp energy from the tip had already stimulated Hu Long's skin to ache, and the attack was so fierce and ferocious that it seemed like it was going to tear out his heart.
At the same time that the opponent launched the killing move of Qiankun, Hu Yuan took a drunken step with his feet, and his body swayed against the trend. The two index fingers of his right hand formed a sword formula, and there was a hint of unparalleled sharpness on his fingertips. The Qi came out, and it was like an indestructible divine sword. With a low scream from his mouth, he stabbed straight into the opponent's throat with no regrets and no return.
Lu Siniang has practiced hard in Beimang Mountain for many years. In addition to deducing the "Liangyi Xuan Gong" that attempts to explore the innate mystical gateway, she has also developed a path that she is confident can compete with Wudang, Huashan, Emei, Kunlun and other sects that are good at swordsmanship. The peerless swordsmanship of competing for the length of a day is called "Xuan Nu Sword Technique". As his direct disciple, Hu Yuan not only mastered this swordsmanship, but also integrated it into the "Eight Methods of Returning to Tibet" that embraces all rivers. Now, the killing move that is intended to be used to decide the outcome with the opponent contains the sword intention and power of the "Xuan Nu Sword Technique".
The fingertips of both sides suddenly stopped when they were barely touching each other. Hu Long's sword finger was only one point away from the opponent's throat skin, while the opponent's tiger claw was only two points away from Hu Long's heart. The slightest difference determines the outcome.
The man retreated first, with a complicated look of joy and sigh on his face, and sighed: "Sure enough, the waves from behind in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the young are better than the blue. Brat, I am no longer your opponent!"
Hu Yuan also stopped and took a few steps back, bowed to the opposite side and said with a smile: "Dad, you are an old man, old and strong, old and spicy, old but not... Bah! In short, I was just lucky enough to defeat you this time. In terms of true cultivation, he is still far behind you."
