In the eighth year of Yongtiande's reign, March 21st was the vernal equinox. According to the almanac, it is advisable to perform consecrations and travel to pray for blessings.
There seems to be nothing special about this day except that it happens to be the "Spring Equinox" among the 24 solar terms of the year. But for this world, this day is destined to be an unusual day. Because it won't be long before a surprising and exciting news comes out in the world. And this news is about certain people showing up again.
At the spring equinox, the wind is warm, the flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining brightly.
When the morning sun had just risen for half a day, at the foot of Izumo Mountain in Wu Gorge, a small boat was slowly heading out of the mountain along the river. There were only three people on the boat. Except for a disciple of the Sword Sect who was sailing the boat, one of the other two had a long, plain robe and an elegant appearance. The other man was dressed in black and had a bamboo hat on his head. He was about twenty-four or five years old, with a stern face, arms and waist, and two long things wrapped in oilcloth were exposed on both shoulders. The young man crossed his arms and stepped on the boat board, his eyes were deep and deep, and his body was as still as a mountain.
On the edge of a cliff in Izumo Mountain, there was a figure in a green robe, silently watching the boat that was gradually moving away from the mountain, with equally deep and solemn eyes. And this cliff is the "Wangjiang" cliff among the five cliffs of Izumo Mountain.
The green-robed figure seemed to have been standing on the Wangjiang cliff for a long time. His eyes followed the leaf boat until the boat completely disappeared among the scattered mountains. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the golden clouds breaking through the clouds in the east. Chan Chaoyang, and then exhaled gently.
The green-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back, and the strong mountain wind blew his clothes and hair vigorously. And in his hand, he was holding a black chess piece.
A piece is in hand, but where is the chessboard at this moment?
The small boat sailed out of a narrow stream, finally came to the river, and began to swim down the river. Although it was early, there were already nearby fishermen and farmers on the riverside. There was an old man who stood on the fishing boat and watched the small boat coming down the river from a distance. The old man frowned slightly. After the boat passed quickly in front of him and saw the people on the boat clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed.
And that Ye Xiaozhou was already drifting away.
The old man was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly he shouted with great excitement towards several nearby fishing boats: "Did you see it? Did you see it? The great sect master of Izumo Mountain finally came out of the mountain, finally came out of the mountain..."
At dawn, outside Chang'an City, there is Baihua Mountain City.
A carriage slowly drove out of Chunqiu Pavilion. The carriage was not only huge, but also extremely exquisitely and gorgeously decorated, with as many as four horses pulling it.
The driver was a man in his early thirties, with a dignified appearance, bright eyes, and bulging temples. In addition to him, there are four other young women wearing green, yellow, and white clothes and veils. The four women all carry long swords on their backs. Although they are all veiled, they can be seen from their figures alone. Stunning beauty.
Baihuashan City is located in Chang'an. Although it is still some distance away from this world-famous city and it is still early in the morning, there are still many pedestrians on the road. Therefore, as soon as this carriage drove out of Baihuashan City, it immediately caused quite a sensation. .
"Did you see it? That car seems to be the Spring and Autumn Pavilion's carriage." Someone whispered.
Someone immediately nodded in agreement: "It is indeed the carriage from Chunqiu Pavilion, and the people in the carriage must be in bloom."
"Oh? How do you know?"
"In the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, besides Hua Zipiao, who else is qualified to let Bai Fengxue, the famous Hanzhu hand, drive the car in person?" The speaker was a traveler. He watched the carriage go away and murmured Said: "It is said that in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, in addition to Hua Zipiao, one flower alone, there are also twelve masters of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, Fenghua, Snow, Moon and Peace. Except for Bai Fengxue who is driving the car, the four women must be Hua Zipiao. Four swordsmen."
"Brother, you are really discerning." Someone sighed: "If it weren't for Hua Zipiao, who else in Chunqiu Pavilion would be able to have such a battle? I just heard that Hua Zipiao has been living in seclusion in the past few years. I don't know why he left Baihua Mountain City this time. ?」
The charlatan frowned. At this time, another young ranger approached and said with a smile: "Don't you know yet? There are rumors in the world recently that the ten-year period of sword discussion between Zhuo Shiran and Hua Zipiao, the masters of the Sword Sect, is coming. If If the rumors are true, then the person inside this carriage must be Hua
There is no doubt that he is drifting. "
"Discussing swords?" After hearing this, many people around them came closer and asked all kinds of questions: "When did they discuss swords, and where was it?"
"It is said that it will be on the eighth day of the next month." Seeing that he had suddenly become the object of everyone's attention, the young ranger couldn't help but feel a little proud. He was beaming and said loudly: "As for the location, it seems to be in Dongting. As for the truth or falsehood, I have decided to personally Let's go to Dongting to have a look." After saying that, he burst into laughter and hurriedly chased the carriage.
"Jian Zongzhuo is relieved, and the flowers in Chunqiu Pavilion are floating. These two are top masters who have been famous in the black and white sects for many years. If they want to discuss swords, it will be a rare event..." Someone said excitedly : "It would be a shame for me and other warriors not to witness such a rare scene with our own eyes!"
As soon as this statement came out, some people immediately echoed.
As soon as the news spread that Hua Zipiao appeared in Jianghu and went to Dongting for an appointment to discuss swordsmanship, in just one day, countless wealthy people and martial arts masters left Chang'an and flocked to Dongting.
And in the carriage, someone suddenly opened the carriage curtain, revealing the face of a man who was handsome but sinister. He gently stroked a strand of gray and black hair with two fingers, took a deep breath, looked quite intoxicated, and said leisurely: "The taste of this world has not changed at all."
Somewhere in Xiangchu, there is a ruined temple.
The skinny boy stretched out, rubbed his eyes, looked at the weather outside the broken window, and sighed: "This damn weather has finally cleared up after the rain. It has been raining for several days. , I’m almost moldy.”
The young man is Mingchuan. He complained for a while, then suddenly looked down at the shabby green robe covering him, and a touch of warmth flashed in his eyes. Then he turned to look at the down-and-out old man who was feeding the thin old horse at the door, and shouted loudly: "Master."
The downcast old man - Shang Yixing, a Confucian sect who once ranked among the top three religions in the world and was known as the "Book and Sword Style", raised his head and glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Are you awake? How did you sleep last night?"
Mingchuan stretched his muscles, stood up, and sighed: "I slept well, but I was hungry. Master, I dreamed of eating good food last night."
"I know." Shang Yixing glanced at him and said with a strange expression, "You dreamed of eating roast chicken."
Mingchuan subconsciously licked his lips and said, "Yes, that roast chicken is big and fat, and it tastes really good... Hey, master, how did you know?" After saying this, he looked at the fallen old man in surprise.
Shang Yixing finished feeding the horse, clapped his hands and walked into the ruined temple. He snorted coldly: "How do I know? Humph, if I hadn't heard your sleep talk, I wouldn't have known that you actually wanted me to eat chicken butt, Mingchuan, You are really filial." After saying this, he sighed deeply, looking miserable and unkind to others.
Mingchuan rubbed his head, smiled awkwardly, and murmured: "Master, you are old. Eating too much greasy food is not good for your health. Am I not thinking about you?"
Mr. Shang Yi sighed: "Not only are you treating me badly, but you are also shameless."
Mingchuan quickly took the green robe and put it on Shang Yixing, with a scornful look on his face, and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, when you return my money in the future, I will definitely treat you to delicacies from the mountains and seas."
Shang Yixing squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and gave the skinny boy a slap, and murmured: "The sage books I have taught you over the past few years are not worth a meal?"
Mingchuan put on a sad face and winked: "No matter how much you study, you still have to fill your stomach."
Shang Yixing shook his head helplessly. He stared at Mingchuan for a long time and suddenly sighed: "You are right, if everyone is starving to death, then no matter how many books you read, it will be useless."
Mingchuan was stunned subconsciously. He didn't expect that this old and poor man would actually obey his words.
At this time, Mingchuan's stomach suddenly growled.
Shang Yixing pretended not to hear, he started to pack his things, and said casually: "You should also pack it, so you can leave early."
"What's there to do with just two tattered clothes?" Mingchuan touched his shriveled belly and muttered, "Master, my belly is
Hungry and no energy to walk. "
Shang Yixing said helplessly: "If there is no village in front of you and no shops in the back, please be patient and wait until you enter the city to find a place to eat."
"Looking for a place to eat? Great, I want to eat roast chicken, fatty fish, and..." Mingchuan was so happy that he could hardly help but drool. But after just a moment, his face immediately darkened, and he sighed: "Master, it's easy for you to say. How can we have money to eat?"
Shang Yixing chuckled and said, "Even if I can't go to the big restaurant, with my little skills, I can hunt some game and catch some fish for you. It won't be a problem."
Mingchuan was stunned again, and then he immediately recalled the day when Shang Yi Xing Tuoma flew over Yingchou Stream, and his expression suddenly became strange and complicated.
The young man looked at Shang Yixing as if he were a complete stranger, frowned and asked, "Master, who are you?"
The old poor man was startled by the question, frowned and replied: "I am me, who else could it be? I am your master, and I am just the half-dead old poor man in your eyes."
"I take back what I just said about your poor health." Mingchuan said with a strange expression: "If you are really just an old and poor man who is old and in poor health, it is impossible to do that kind of thing."
Of course Shang Yixing understood what he was talking about. He smiled helplessly and said, "But I'm really just a poor old man."
Mingchuan looked confused. Of course he wouldn't believe such an answer. He frowned and said, "Master, since you have such incredible abilities, why are you still so poor?"
Shang Yixing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed: "If you are not poor, how can you still call me poor?"
Mingchuan stared at him for a while, then suddenly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, since you don't want to tell me now, I won't force you. Master, you must have had an unusual past."
"Hey," Shang Yixing chuckled upon hearing this: "The sun rises from the west today? Have you learned to be reasonable?"
Mingchuan raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "I'm just too hungry to argue with you, a poor old man."
In the young man's mind, no matter who the old, poor, down-and-out scholar in front of him is, or what his past is, he is just an old, poor man who knows how to teach ink, and he is also the master he has called for several years.
But at the same time, the young man also understood that his old and poor master might have been a really powerful person.
As for how powerful he is, the young man hasn't met too many people, so he doesn't know how many powerful people there are in the world. But being able to hold a horse and fly across such a long suspension bridge shouldn't be something that a normal person can do, right? Maybe it's similar to the gods that storytellers talk about?
But Mingchuan looked at the old man in front of him who didn't have the slightest air of immortality, and he doubted his own thoughts. He suddenly sighed quietly and looked at Shang Yixing's face with sharp eyes. He did not move for a long time, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face.
Shang Yixing felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and immediately twitched his face, "Why are you looking so closely at me? Do I have money on my face?"
Mingchuan sighed: "Master, although you are old, thin, and dirty now, judging from your appearance, you must not have been ugly when you were young, right? You can read and reason, and you have a powerful body." Why didn't you find a master's wife for me? If there was a master's wife, our life would definitely be better than it is now, at least we wouldn't have to eat chaffy vegetables."
Shang Yixing stayed on the spot as he listened. The corners of his mouth kept twitching and his expression was very strange and ugly.
"You kid, you look like you're really hungry. What nonsense are you talking about?" Shang Yixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He gave the boy another slap in the face and glared, "You've already learned to speak glibly at such a young age?"
Mingchuan covered his head, looked at him seriously and asked, "Master, you have lived for so long, have you really never fallen in love with the woman you like?"
Shang Yixing's eyes widened and he said, "Do you know what a woman is?"
Mingchuan subconsciously jumped back to prevent himself from being hit on the head again. He said unconvincedly: "People in this world, besides men, are women. What do you understand?
"
"You..." Shang Yixing was speechless for a moment by what he said. He could only blow his beard and glare, "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"
But when he leaned over to pick up the box, there was an imperceptible flash of strange color in his eyes.
Mingchuan sighed, reluctantly picked up the old baggage, picked up the raincoat and bamboo hat, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Master, are you really going to see your old friend this time?"
Shang Yixing said casually: "Yes."
"Is that so?" Mingchuan chuckled and said, "Are you actually just going to see your old sweetheart?"
Shang Yixing kicked him on the butt and said angrily: "I think your skin is itchy?"
Mingchuan was desolate and fled out of the ruined temple.
Shang Yixing stood blankly in the dilapidated temple, suddenly muttering to himself and sighing: "Who is not frivolous when he is young, he only hates that the world makes people grow old. The beauty in the ten-mile long pavilion has turned into snow when he looks back."
At that moment, there was a very complicated look in Lao Qiong's eyes, which was tenderness, guilt, and deep loneliness.
Outside the ruined temple, an old man, a young man and a skinny old horse were walking on the rugged mountain road.
Mingchuan walked feebly and suddenly asked: "Master, do you think we will meet that little monk again?"
Shang Yixing hummed and suddenly looked into the distance. At this time, the sun was rising high and the blue sky was clear. It was a rare good weather.
"Who knows?" Shang Yixing murmured to himself: "Behind the calm, there are often greater storms hidden. Things are unpredictable, just take it one step at a time."
Mingchuan couldn't understand what he was mumbling, so he asked casually: "Master, where are we going this time?"
Shang Yixing took a breath and said slowly: "Dongting."
Early morning, Qingcheng Mountain.
Chong Ling is thirteen years old this year. He was sent to Qingcheng Mountain by his parents when he was a child and became a disciple of Qi Huayang, the current master of Chongzhen. He is the fourth generation disciple of Chongzhen Sword Sect. Today, the Chongzhen Sword Sect has more than a thousand entry-level disciples, and there are countless other registered lay disciples such as Changzhou Iron Sword Li Yuansong in the martial arts world. This shows the strength of the Chongzhen Sword Sect.
Although Chong Ling is not very old, because he is the disciple of Lu Huaichen's eldest disciple Qi Huayang, his seniority in Qingcheng Mountain is not low. Ever since Qi Huayang took over as Chongzhen's new head teacher, Chongling's status has become even higher. Now many Chongzhen disciples have to respectfully call him Senior Brother Chongling when they see him. This makes the young boy secretly feel... Somewhat proud.
Although Chong Ling has a high seniority, the daily rotation of the Chongzhen Sword Sect is unavoidable, and today it happened to be his turn to be responsible for cleaning the Chongzhen Mountain Gate Avenue.
Chong Ling has beautiful features, a lot of aura, and excellent bones, otherwise he would not have been accepted as a disciple by Qi Huayang. Today, there is another young Taoist priest named Qingyuan who is cleaning the mountain gate with him. He is a disciple of Qi Huayang's disciples and belongs to the fifth generation of disciples of Chongzhen.
The Chongzhen Sword Sect originated from a tributary of the Taoist Sect. The founder of the sect was Master Xuanyang, and Lu Huaichen was one of his disciples. Master Xuanyang has done three things in his life that he is proud of. One is to create the Chongzhen Sword Sect, the other is to create the Kaiyang Sword Technique, and the third is to accept Lu Huaichen as his disciple. Although Master Xuanyang has many disciples, compared with Lu Huaichen, they are just like clouds and mud. Xuanyang has extremely high expectations for him. Lu Huaichen lived up to his expectations. Not only did he create the extremely profound swordsmanship of Xuanzhen Sword Technique, but he also made Chongzhen Sword Sect become the leader of the Taoist sect in the world in just a few decades. With continuous improvement, he has not only become the pinnacle of the Taoist sect, but is now recognized as the number one martial artist in the Central Plains.
There are four disciples under Lu Huaichen, the eldest disciple Qi Huayang, the second disciple Xi Xinghe, the third disciple Gu Xiqiao, and the fourth disciple Ye Suzhen, among whom Ye Suzhen is Lu Huaichen's close disciple. Among the four disciples, the eldest disciple Qi Huayang has extraordinary understanding, is obsessed with swordsmanship, and has excellent swordsmanship. He became famous in the world thirty years ago. At that time, his reputation was as strong as that of Lu Huaichen. Now he is the third generation master of Chongzhen. . The second disciple, Xi Xinghe, was gentle by nature. He devoted himself to the Tao in his dual cultivation of "Tao Sword" and Chongzhen. He aimed to pursue Tao throughout his life and rarely interfered with the affairs of the sect. The third disciple, Gu Xiqiao, practices swordsmanship. Although his swordsmanship is superb, he has a strong nature and an extreme personality. He was seriously injured in a battle with the demon sect, and his skills and body were seriously damaged. Therefore, his realm
The plunge has yet to recover. The fourth disciple, Ye Suzhen, was the youngest, but his talent could be regarded as a rare talent that could only be seen in a century. He was Lu Huaichen's most favored disciple. At the same time, he is also the idol in the minds of young disciples of the Chongzhen Sword Sect.
The Chongzhen Sword Sect occupies the entire Qingcheng Mountain and is blessed with a vast area. The Chongzhen Hall is majestic and majestic with its aura. There are thousands of stone steps at the mountain gate. There is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going on weekdays. In addition to its reputation in the martial arts world, the Chongzhen Sword Sect is in the hearts of ordinary people. The reputation is also very high.
However, there are too many thousand-level stone steps at the mountain gate. Cleaning this mountain path is also an extremely labor-intensive task.
Chong Ling and Qingyuan had been cleaning for an hour, and they were only half way to the mountain gate. However, sweat broke out on their foreheads and they had to stop and take a rest.
Qingyuan is three years older than Chong Ling. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is tall and tall. However, he is the disciple of Taoist Chong Xi, a disciple of Qi Huayang. In terms of seniority, he should be called Junior Uncle Chong Ling. However, the two of them grew up together in Qingcheng and had a very good relationship. They often laughed and joked, so they would call each other by their first names in private. Chong Ling was easygoing by nature and would never take the initiative to show off. The little uncle's airs.
At this time, Qingyuan was rubbing his sore waist, looking at the pretty Chong Ling, and jokingly said: "I say, little uncle, you are now a celebrity around our headmaster, but you still have to do these rough jobs with us. , don’t you feel aggrieved?”
Chong Ling rolled her eyes at him, "Master often teaches us that the Tao exists in everything. Even sweeping the floor is a kind of practice. How can we say that we are wronged?"
"It's no wonder that my junior uncle was accepted as a disciple by the master. It seems that you speak the Tao. We ordinary people can't catch up with you." Qingyuan pretended to sigh, shook his head and said: "My junior uncle has a natural Taoist heart. If you have time, Don’t forget that we juniors should give you guidance from time to time.”
"You can pull me down," Chong Ling said angrily: "When these three words "little master uncle" popped out of your mouth, I felt goosebumps all over my body."
Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you're not happy to call me Junior Uncle?"
"Alas..." Chong Ling rolled her eyes at him again, shook her head and sighed: "Now I can finally understand the mood of my junior uncle. When he was on the mountain, he always said that he didn't like others to call him his junior uncle. That feels uncomfortable."
"Little Master Ye?" Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "You are talking about Little Master Ye?"
The "Little Master Ye" in Qingyuan's mouth is Ye Suzhen, who has not yet left the mountain, but whose name has spread throughout the world. Ye Suzhen was a close disciple of Lu Huaichen and the same generation as the current head coach Qi Huayang. Qingyuan is the disciple of Master Chongxi, a disciple of Qi Huayang's sect. In terms of seniority, he should naturally call Ye Suzhen "little master".
Chong Ling nodded, suddenly looked down the mountain, and murmured: "My junior uncle has never left Qingcheng Mountain. I don't know where he is now, and I don't know if he is still used to coming down the mountain." His words were full of concern. Affection.
Qingyuan curled his lips and said: "My little master is so powerful, no matter where he goes, it will be smooth sailing, so you can rest assured."
Ye Suzhen grew up in Qingcheng Mountain. He was modest, casual and approachable, and was deeply loved by Chongzhen's young disciples. Since he was a child, he was personally taught the Taoist sword technique by Lu Huaichen, and his cultivation was extraordinary. Apart from Lu Huaichen, he was an unparalleled talent in the Chongzhen Sword Sect who could master both the "Kaiyang" and "Xuanzhen" sword techniques. Countless young disciples all With the goal of reaching Ye Suzhen's level, Ye Suzhen would probably be higher than Qi Huayang in terms of status in the minds of those young disciples. In their minds, Headmaster Qi and Zhenren Lu respected and respected them from the bottom of their hearts, but Ye Suzhen was the one who could truly get along with them, and he was also the most authentic person.
Qingyuan also followed Chong Ling's gaze and looked down the mountain, and said sternly: "With my young master's ability, he will definitely become famous when he comes down the mountain this time, and become a hero admired by thousands of people. When he comes down the mountain in the future, Others will politely call me Taoist Master Qingyuan, hehe." He spoke with great energy, his eyes shining with excitement.
"With my uncle's level of swordsmanship, becoming famous is of course easy." Chong Ling looked at Qingyuan and suddenly frowned: "But if you want others to call you Taoist Master, it's still a long way away. It's very early here."
"You dare to look down on me?" Qingyuan heard this, his face suddenly heated up, and he couldn't help but snorted: "Look at my Kaiyang sword technique, the rising sun rises across the sky!" After saying that, he suddenly pulled out a stance, using the broom in his hand as a sword, and The sword stabbed Chong Lingdang in the chest.
"You Qingyuan, you dare to attack your uncle, you are really treasonous..." Chong Ling feigned anger, dodged to the side, picked up the broom in his hand, suddenly thrust out a sword, and shouted: "Eat my mysterious The true sword technique, light up the stars and break the moon!"
The two people were shaking, as fast as rabbits. The two brooms hit one place, making a muffled sound. The two people's shoulders shook slightly at the same time. They immediately exchanged their bodies, and each regained their posture and concentrated on facing each other.
"Hey, Chong Ling, I didn't realize that you are so skinny, but you really have a lot of strength. It seems that you have really concentrated on practicing recently?" Qingyuan winked, and suddenly shouted: "Look at me, Sanyang Liaoyuan."
With the sound of his voice, Qingyuan leaped forward, using the broom in his hand to break through Chong Ling's palace. Suddenly, three afterimages formed in the middle, covering Chong Ling's upper, middle and lower roads.
"Well done!" Chong Ling swung his broom across his broom and raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Look at me watching the moon across the mountain!" He took a step forward without retreating with his feet, his chest seemed to be closed across the broom, facing Qingyuan's three empty and solid swords leveled against each other. Come out, when the two brooms are connected again, the spiritual energy sinks into the Dantian, the wrists suddenly turn over, and the broom suddenly dances with an airtight gust of wind, wrapping the Qingyuan broom in it like a barrier.
Qingyuan Broom was caught in the heavy gust of wind and was immediately carried forward and staggered. He was greatly surprised. Taking advantage of his physical strength and strength, he dodged to the side and forcefully pulled out the broom in his hand.
"Good guy, you've made a lot of progress..." Qingyuan took a sharp breath and shouted again: "Liuyang Burning Night!" The body jumped out, and the broom turned into six criss-crossing afterimages, attacking Chong Ling menacingly.
Chong Ling had a slender figure, and his own strength was naturally no match for the tall Qingyuan. He staggered to the side when he pulled him, almost losing his balance. Before Chong Ling could recover, he saw a strong wind blowing in front of him.
Chong Ling was startled. His footing was not stable and he could not resist in time. He had no choice but to back away and run away. But as soon as he ran seven or eight steps away, he suddenly turned around and the broom in his hand was swung upwards. He stood up and shouted at the same time: "Xuan Zhen Jue Xu!"
This move comes later and comes first, and the sword has the tendency to go sideways. Qingyuan couldn't hold back his momentum, and the empty space between his chest and abdomen was exposed, which was where the flaw lay. Qingyuan didn't expect it, so he had to step out of the way to avoid Chong Ling's side attack.
Qingyuan took a few steps back, breathing heavily. He stared at Chong Ling in disbelief, frowned and asked, "When did you learn this trick?"
Chong Ling reversed the situation with a strike, feeling happy in his heart and triumphant on his face, he said: "This move was taught to me by my junior uncle when he came down from the mountain. Of course you have never seen it before. What do you think, is this move powerful?"
Qingyuan shook the broom unwillingly, glanced at Chong Ling and said: "My little master is too biased, so I will only teach you one thing. But don't be complacent for too long. When I ask the master for some tips, I will definitely beat you to the ground." Down."
Chong Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Put me down, you haven't even mastered the basic swordsmanship of our Chongzhen Sword Sect. How could Senior Brother Chongxi teach you the Kaiyang Sword Technique?"
When Qingyuan heard this, his face suddenly fell. He swept the stone steps carelessly and murmured: "We have been practicing basic swordsmanship for five or six years. It is really boring. When do you think about it, when can I learn the real swordsmanship?" Kaiyang Sword Technique?"
Chong Ling walked over with a smile, patted Qingyuan on the shoulder, and said: "Now you know how good our little uncle is, right? If he hadn't secretly taught us a few moves, I'm afraid you would have been able to open the Yang Sword Technique now." I don’t even know.”
Qingyuan let out a long sigh and said quietly: "I really miss my little master's days in the mountains."
"Who isn't?" Chong Ling also sighed.
Just now, the two of them suddenly got up to compete, using "First Sun Hengkong", "Three Yangs Burning the Plains", "Six Yangs Burning Night", "Pointing Stars and Breaking the Moon", "Hengshan Watching the Moon" and "Xuanzhen Juexu" The other moves are all exquisite sword moves from the "Kaiyang Sword Technique" and "Xuanzhen Sword Technique" inherited from the Chongzhen Sword Sect. These sword moves are extremely profound and powerful, but the two young men's internal cultivation is still shallow. Although they look like they have a decent style, they are actually slightly different but not powerful. They are just an empty frame, so the power is naturally low. Negligible. Ye Suzhen once met an unidentified swordsman at night in Changzhou
The masters, caused an inexplicable battle. The "Kaiyang Sword Technique" and "Xuanzhen Sword Technique" used by Ye Suzhen have just shown the true power of the sword moves in these two peerless sword techniques.
Ye Suzhen has always liked to deal with his fellow disciples, and he has secretly practiced some moves of the two major sword techniques for them on weekdays. There are many people in the younger generation of Chongzhen who have high understanding, such as Chongling and Qingyuan. People, after seeing Ye Suzhen practice several times, they can memorize the sword moves and practice them frequently. Although the elders of the Chongzhen Sword Sect had known about it for a long time, they pretended not to know and turned a blind eye.
Kaiyang Sword Jue and Xuanzhen Sword Jue were created by two generations of masters, Xuanyang and Lu Huaichen respectively. The sword moves are profound and unparalleled in power. However, the two sword arts are at two extremes in terms of their mental techniques and the secrets of their moves, one yang and one yin. But what Taoism pursues is the integration of yin and yang. It is said that yin cannot grow alone and yang cannot grow alone. Only when yin and yang blend together can it become natural.
When Lu Huaichen was in his prime, he created the Yin Sword Art "Xuanzhen Sword Art". It was precisely because he understood the true meaning of Tao that he was able to break through the shackles and become the leader of the Tao sect in the world. However, the attributes of these two sword techniques are extremely extreme. Although practitioners can learn sword moves, it is extremely difficult to master the two sword techniques and switch them at will. In other words, it means that a practitioner needs to be able to control the inner strength and mental skills of both yin and yang attributes at the same time in order to be able to use the two completely different sword techniques of Kaiyang Xuanzhen at the same time. Ordinary people may only be able to master one inner skill in their lifetime. If they want to practice two mental methods with completely different attributes at the same time, the difficulty can be imagined. It is worse than the current master Qi Huayang, who is only proficient in two kinds of swords. Law, but cannot comprehend it. In the past hundred years of the Chongzhen Sword Sect, apart from Lu Huaichen, only Ye Suzhen, who was only in his early twenties, could practice both Yin and Yang internal sword skills at the same time, and it is said that he has vaguely reached 60% of Lu Huaichen's current level. With such talent, It is truly a once-in-a-century event. Therefore, although Ye Suzhen has never left Qingcheng Mountain, her reputation has spread throughout the world, and the reason is no accident.
Chong Ling and Qingyuan continued to clean the mountain path while chatting. From time to time, they would compete with each other in swordsmanship with brooms and exchange experiences. This situation has lasted for many years, and it was in this relationship that the two formed a deep friendship.
The two of them were laughing and joking. Qingyuan accidentally glanced at the foot of the mountain. He suddenly stopped. He pulled the spirit and frowned: "Look, there is a person at the foot of the mountain."
Chong Ling then looked down the mountain, and sure enough, he vaguely saw a scarlet figure heading towards the mountain.
There were towering ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road, rich in emerald green, and the scarlet figure among them made it look extremely abrupt and dazzling.
Chong Ling frowned slightly and said casually: "Maybe they are pilgrims who come to offer incense and pray for blessings."
"Please offer incense and pray for blessings. Isn't it too early?" Qingyuan frowned again and suddenly said, "Why do I think that person is so strange?"
"Strange?" Chong Ling said in surprise: "It's just a person, what's so strange..."
But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, because he also saw something strange.
The scarlet figure was originally still at the foot of the mountain, but just as the two of them were talking, the figure had suddenly crossed the four to five hundred stone steps, and was only twenty feet away from the two of them.
Both Chong Ling and Qingyuan couldn't help but be shocked. They were both practicing martial arts since childhood. It was obvious at a glance that he was a person with martial arts skills, and his martial arts skills were definitely very high.
If he didn't have strong martial arts and light skills, how could he cross hundreds of stone steps in an instant?
The body method here is strange and unimaginable, but the two young men are disciples of a famous sect after all. What they usually learn and see are extraordinary. Although they are shocked in their hearts, their faces can still remain calm, but their four eyes are wide open and tight. Staring at the scarlet figure.
The visitor suddenly came to the mountainside and saw two little Taoist priests holding brooms standing on the mountain path. He couldn't help but stop, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the two people.
Chong Ling and the other two were condescending, and when they met the man's eyes, they felt as if they were being pricked by needles, a chill ran down their spines, and their expressions suddenly changed with horror.
The visitor was a tall and thin man wearing a scarlet robe, with a head full of white hair. His face was cold and sinister, and his age could not be seen. His eyes were as sinister as ice and needles, and his whole body exuded an indescribable strange feeling.
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The white-haired man in red clothes had his hands behind his back and his eyes were arrogant and cold. After taking a look at the two people, his sinister face showed no expression. Suddenly, without moving his shoulders or legs, he floated up the mountain like a red cloud.
Chong Ling and Qingyuan saw him acting suspiciously. Although they were shocked, they hurriedly blocked him on the stone steps. Qingyuan asked in a deep voice: "Donor, please stop. May I ask your name? What are you doing in Qingcheng Mountain?" He is young. Chang Chongling was a few years old, and he was tall and strong, but his mind had been affected by the coming person, so although his tone was deep, there was no power at all.
In an instant, the man with white hair and red clothes had floated in front of the two of them, showing no intention of stopping. The two little Taoist priests secretly thought that something was wrong, so they each took a step forward and placed two brooms in the middle of the road, intending to block it by force.
But he saw the white-haired man snort, and without stopping, he said calmly: "Young man, how dare you stop me?" Although his tone was light, it contained an irresistible aura.
While they were talking, the two little Taoist priests suddenly felt a powerful force suddenly pouring out from in front of the white-haired man, like an invisible wall that knocked them apart. The two screamed and staggered away from both sides, brooms in their hands. Fly out.
But the white-haired man floated up from between the two of them without looking back, and flew straight to the top of the mountain like a red cloud. He looked like a ghost in the air.
The visitor is not good! Chong Ling and the two men suddenly woke up and rushed towards the mountain at the same time. Qingyuan shouted urgently as he ran: "Oh no, someone has broken into the mountain, someone has broken into the mountain..."
