A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 170 The Mystery of the Black Iron Sword
"Good time!" The middle-aged man was not flustered at all. Seeing that the huge black iron sword should be strong and fierce, he naturally used the method of master's legend of using softness to overcome rigidity, and turned sharply around the soft sword.

Fang Xian calmed down and stood firmly in front of the big eagle. Holding the sword in both hands, he made a simple straight slashing gesture.

"Hmph, the so-called Condor Hero, that's all." The middle-aged man felt that his move was not a move at all, and it was like someone who didn't know martial arts hacking randomly. Although his breath was relatively stable, it was not threatening. .

With a flick of his sword and a stare with his left foot, he wanted to stab Fang Xian before Fang Xian could make a move.

Fang Xian remained unhurried, but secretly pumped his strength, and the epee began to shake.

The middle-aged man was shocked. For an ordinary light sword, if the internal strength and strength are sufficient, it is not difficult to make the sword tremble.However, it is rumored that this dark iron heavy sword weighs more than a hundred catties. To be able to use this sword for this purpose, at least from the perspective of internal strength, the man in front of him is much higher than himself.

But the sword move has been made, it doesn't mean that it can be taken away, the middle-aged man's heart is swayed, maybe the sword is just a big model, and there is no weight at all.

Taking chances, the middle-aged man tried to hit him with one move.

However, the black iron sword shook more and more violently, and there was a faint "buzzing" roar. Fang Xian swung the giant sword and slowly descended. With this momentum, it could not keep up with the finger-twirling soft sword.

The middle-aged man raised his lips, thinking that it was just a show.Thinking of this, I felt a little unbearable, slightly deflected the edge of the sword, from the lower abdomen to the thigh, Wudang pays attention to the way of chivalry, this kind of thing is not worth taking his life.

"Fortunately, it's the Seven Heroes of Wudang." Fang Xian smiled lightly, and suddenly swung the dark iron epee downward. This move was majestic and loud, but the speed was too slow.

The middle-aged man snorted: "The sword is a good sword, but it's too slow."

He only thought that stabbing Fang Xian was enough to get something out of his bag, but he didn't expect a majestic suction force, or a thrust force to be added to the sword suddenly. The sword was in the air, and it was powerless to resist against this level of power.

The middle-aged man was shocked and hurriedly gathered his inner strength to hold the sword hilt tightly. No matter what, the sword was with him. He had traveled across the world for decades, and no matter whether he won or lost, he had never let go of a long sword.

Although he had made the most correct judgment, he was still unable to resist this huge force. The trajectory of the long sword was abruptly deflected, and it was suddenly sucked by the black iron epee. The middle-aged man had to exert more force, but His own body was pulled up by the long sword.

There was a muffled "dong", and the long sword was stuck to the black iron epee.

"What...is this technique?" The middle-aged man was already hanging in the air. He was panicking but not panicking. He used the force of the long sword to twist his body and kicked Fang Xian in the waist with a sweeping kick. .

"N/S Dafa!" Fang Xian shouted, reversing the flow of internal energy.

Before the middle-aged man kicked his foot, he felt a majestic repulsion rushing towards him. He held the sword too tightly. After being hit like this for a while, the whole person flew out in the opposite direction and smashed heavily. on the ground.

The middle-aged man was paralyzed on the ground. Although he was not injured, he was too stupefied to move. This sword technique was so evil, it was like a rule of metaphysics, which made people powerless to resist.

Fang Xian's huge sword was stuck on the ground, and he bowed: "I have heard for a long time that the hero of Song Dynasty has a kind heart, and today I saw it, and his reputation is well-deserved."

"You recognize me?" The middle-aged man got up and shook the dust off his body. After these two moves, he knew that he was invincible.

"Wudang Kung Fu is so well-behaved, your moves are calm and sophisticated, and you have a thick beard on your face, who else is there besides the leader of the Seven Heroes?" Although Fang Xiaohua was firm, he was a little surprised in his heart. Song Yuanqiao was originally a refined and steady man. Middle-aged people, why do they just come up and do it today, no different from the gangsters?

"Seven Heroes of Wudang...Seven Heroes of Wudang...There are only five left...the ones that can move...that's only four." Song Yuanqiao lamented and shook his head, "I lost my composure just now, I just laughed, you wait here, I'll go Report to Master."

"..." Fang Xian still wanted to say something else, but it was obvious that Song Yuanqiao was walking very lonely and ecstasy, so he gave up.

Spider, as the new mascot, came over and asked, "It is rumored that Song Daxia... shouldn't be so reckless..."

Fang Xian shook his head: "I'm afraid I've encountered something disturbing. If I'm not wrong, it should be his son."

"Son? Song Qingshu?" Zhu'er asked, "A descendant of the Wudang sect's aristocratic family, people in the Jianghu are called Yumian Mengchang, a young handsome talent, rumored to be the successor to the head of Wudang sect, what's wrong with him?"

"...You know so much..."

"Back then, my mother-in-law and I often traveled around the rivers and lakes. I have heard of these things. Song Qingshu is a good heroic boy. Could it be that he was murdered by someone?"

"Being murdered by others...well...but if you have to say it, it's more like being trapped by love."

"Who?" Due to a series of recent behaviors, Zhu'er's mind has changed slightly, which may be the reason for the receding of the toxin, "Who is the woman who can make Wudang a popular young hero?"

Fang Xian lamented: "You know him, you have already lifted him up to this level, who is more powerful than him, who do you think?"

Zhu'er shook his head in confusion.

Shen Diao couldn't bear to gossip: "Who else is there, your sister!"

"Zhou Zhiruo?" Zhu'er was taken aback, it was unexpected and reasonable, "So what? Wudang Emei has already been repaired, wouldn't it be better to marry like this?"

"Sister, you think things are still too simple..."

Just as he was speaking, a deep, distant and sonorous voice came from afar with a sense of hierarchy.

"Little friend makes me think so hard!"

The white-haired and childlike Zhang Zhenren still walks like flying.

Fang Xian also flew over quickly: "You are almost 120 years old, real man, teach me the magic of longevity!"

Seeing Fang Xian's appearance, Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't remember that he knew these monsters and goblins.According to the way Song Yuanqiao passed on the message earlier, this person should be Tian Boguang.

The images of Tian Boguang and the Condor Hero coincided in a strange way.

"It turned out to be you!" Zhang Sanfeng was very happy like an old child, "Interesting, interesting!"

Fang Xian coughed: "Sis Zhang was grateful to Daoist Zhang for saving his life when he was young, and now he has achieved something in a small way, so I'm here to visit."

"Zhang..." Zhang Sanfeng took a big turn when he said this word. He thought he had misunderstood the wrong person, but the old man had a brainstorm. Tian Boguang and Zhang Wuji went to look for Xie Xun earlier. There must be some clues, so he followed Fang Xian's words, "Young friend Zhang Si, I haven't seen you for many years, come to my study to talk about it."

Seeing that the Condor Hero is someone so close to his master, Song Yuanqiao regretted it immediately: "What an offense..."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "Yuanqiao, I said I don't care about this matter, you don't have to blame yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng smirked at Fang Xian again: "The little ones are ignorant, so if you fight with you, don't blame the little four."

"..." Fang Xian was speechless. Song Qingshu was a middle-aged man in his 40s after all, and he was really embarrassed to be lifted up by Zhang Sanfeng. He coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "I know about Qingshu. In time."

As soon as the words "Qing Shu" came out, Zhang Sanfeng's hair fluttered, and Song Yuanqiao's brows tightened.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Fang Xian: "Little Si'er has something to talk about this time, can you..."

"Song Daxia's heroic spirit is well known in the world, so you can tell it in your room!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded, although he didn't know the origin of this four, but this martial arts, this internal strength, this magical sense of foresight, and this posture of calling his master a brother, he was obviously a person worthy of respect.

Wudang disciples walked back and forth, secretly amazed at this strange sight.

Zhang Sanfeng led the masked Condor Hero and couldn't put it down, Song Yuanqiao followed closely behind, and the woman in white behind was picking lice for the Condor Hero, which blinded many dogs' eyes.

Naturally, they didn't know the identity of the Condor Hero, they only heard that he was a man named Zhang Si.

In front of the Zhang Sanfeng Book Pavilion, Zhang Zhenren looked at the height of the eaves, and then looked helplessly at the divine sculpture: "This..."

"Call me Brother Diao." Shen Diao was very confident.

Song Yuanqiao looked at the master's expression, and was ready to shout angrily at any time—how dare he be so disrespectful to the master.

But Zhang Sanfeng only laughed out loud: "Haha, I didn't expect there to be something older than me in this world, Brother Diao, you live a long life?"

Shen Diao Wing scratched his head: "I don't know... It feels like you have experienced about three dynasties in your world, so you must be hundreds of years old, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng was startled, and looked at Fang Xian.

Fang Xian nodded: "According to my rough estimate, he should have lived for more than 250 years..."

"Okay...it's a real beast." Zhang Sanfeng smiled, "My bookstore is small, Brother Diao, why don't you play in my Wudang Mountain, and I'll let my disciples accompany you."

The divine eagle said angrily: "Aren't you taking me to discuss it? I am an eagle who does great things!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Fang Xian helplessly again, this time he met Fang Xian with the same helpless expression.

Ever since, the four of them squeezed together in Zhang Sanfeng's library.

The first time the door was closed, Fang Xian waved his arms and tore off the damn mask.

"It's so fucking hot..." Fang Xian threw away the mask, picked up the teapot, took a big mouthful, wiped his mouth and said, "Master Zhang's life is moist!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, "How about living for more than 100 years?"

Song Yuanqiao was speechless, Master's nature was like this.

"Brother, are you very lively? I need a gay friend forever." Shendiao was obviously in high spirits.

Zhang Sanfeng said apologetically, "...I'm sorry Brother Diao, I can watch the sky and live for at most 80 years, so I can't be with you forever..."

"Hey... Forget it, I'll find myself as a companion."

Song Yuanqiao wiped his sweat, is this a dialogue from a god-level plane?

Fang Xian saw that they would be endless if they were so poor, so he hurriedly changed the topic, and told all the experiences of traveling with Zhang Wuji on Binghuo Island and Jinsnake Island.At the same time, he expressed regret for Song Qingshu's bad behavior of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors, killing Wudang Seven Heroes Mo Shenggu, and attempting to poison Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao heard the whole story and talked about it for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao was heartbroken: "Unexpectedly, the descendant of Miejue Shitai is so unbearable... Song Qingshu, a rebel... blind... blind!!!"

Song Yuanqiao was really hurt. He had raised a good son for so many years, how could he betray his master and destroy his ancestors and betray the sect in a single thought?
The story goes like this, there is a guy named Chen Youliang, just like Zhu Yuanzhang, he also has a prototype in history, this guy is very scheming and unscrupulous, so it seems that he is similar to Zhu Yuanzhang.

The two took the same route at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. One was to lead the Ming religion to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty, the other was to lead the peasants to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty;

The difference is that Chen Youliang was slightly better than Zhu Yuanzhang in his scheming, but he was defeated in his temperament. His character determines success or failure. We must follow the teachings of the ancients - build high walls, accumulate food widely, and become king slowly.Everyone must pay attention to this point when doing similar businesses in the future, and don't rush for quick success.

far away...

In Jin Yong's story, Chen Youliang is the elder of the beggar gang, who sadly became the epitome of the peasant uprising. He also knows the legend of Yitian and dragon slaying. So he also wanted to find Xie Xun.

Accidentally, Chen Youliang discovered the fact that Song Qingshu had a crush on Zhou Zhiruo.Being smart, he naturally knew that there was a lot to do here, because he could have something to do with Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji is the absolute key man. He is one of the three major forces at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the leader of Mingjiao, and he is the disciple of the master of martial arts.

At that time, Zhou Zhiruo was still a fan of Zhang Wuji, even his fiancée.Chen Youliang cleverly used this to arouse Song Qingshu's jealousy, which turned into evil.

Then, he tempted Song Qingshu to... peep!
Yes, peeping at the female bedroom of the Emei school, this will definitely have a lot of achievements in YY novels, a bunch of lesbians moaning with cucumbers or something, but it is the most despicable and shameless existence in martial arts novels!

Poor Song Qingshu had just seen his coat removed, and when the little pink apron and white buttocks were about to come out, the unlucky No. [-] appeared, and that was Mo Shenggu, the old seventh of the Wudang Seven Heroes.

He probably said something like this: "Qingshu! What are you doing! Are you spying on the Emei women's dormitory! This is wrong! I will take you back and report to Master!"

In YY novels, it should be that the uncle and nephew peeped together, and in the end, they broke in with lust and intervened everywhere. It's a pity that such a good joke.

Song Qingshu panicked and ran desperately.Mo Shenggu's lightness skill was not built and he caught up. Then Chen Youliang suddenly refreshed and attacked Mo Shenggu in order to "save a friend", and the old seven died in Huangquan.

Chen Youliang was happy, and pinned Song Qingshu on the head of the crime of killing his uncle, and then used scheming and sophisticated behaviors to manipulate Song Qingshu in various ways, making him get deeper and deeper, until he let him poison Zhang Sanfeng to blackmail Zhang Wuji.

This time he finally failed as he wished, and was smashed. Song Qingshu fled in a hurry and took refuge in Zhou Zhiruo.Zhou Zhiruo hated Zhang Wuji for regretting the marriage, and out of anger, Zhang Wuji took him in and promised to marry him.

To sum up, to a certain extent, Song Qingshu is the victim and Chen Youliang is the mastermind. Of course, the most unlucky one is Mo Shenggu.

The above-mentioned history of blood and tears in which the panxia was seeking the goddess, peeping but failed, and helping the tyrant is naturally what made Song Yuanqiao sad. He, who has always been mature and stable, was upset because of this, and fought Fang Xian without saying a word. Fortunately, Tian Daxia is tender and tender, and he didn't kill him because of his old brother Zhang's mercilessness. Therefore, those who are in the rivers and lakes have to use their brains, and they can't kill too decisively.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's appearance, Fang Xian knew that his sacred time had come.

"Song Daxia, as far as I know, Qingshu didn't do what he intended. He made a big mistake because he was framed by others. As the saying goes, if a prodigal son turns his back on money, even though he made a mistake, he still has a chance to make up for it."

Song Yuanqiao shook his head sadly: "Killing an uncle of the same sect is already a capital crime, let alone poisoning the master, 100 deaths are not many."

"No, no, I'll tell you if you want to argue. Mo Shenggu was killed by Chen Youliang, not Song Qingshu. The poison was also instigated by Chen Youliang. Song Qingshu was still hesitant, but he had a motive, not even an attempt. The only mistake he made was peeping at the dormitories of Emei female disciples, how should he be punished for this crime?"

Song Yuanqiao was confused by Fang Xian's dark lawyer's exoneration words. He seemed to see a glimmer of light, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng blankly.

Zhang Zhenren smirked: "It doesn't matter, the young man has no love! It will be locked up for two days."

At this moment, seeing Zhang Zhenren's wise and foolish appearance, Fang Xian began to think, since he knew that young men would be tempted, how did he keep his boyish body for more than 200 years...

Seeing Master's benevolent look, Song Yuanqiao burst into tears, and fell to his knees with a plop: "Master! The son is not the fault of the father. Yuan Qiao is willing to do everything possible to bring Nizi back to the right path. Whatever the master punishes, he will not be punished." I just came..."

"Allah said, it's okay." Zhang Sanfeng helped Song Yuanqiao up, with a kind face on his face, "The last time you knelt down was decades ago, you little red guy has been a beating for so many years!"

"Master!" Song Yuanqiao's snot from crying dripped to the ground, Master Ren is a loving father.

Seeing this, Fang Xianqing knew that he had found a breakthrough point A, so he could continue the chat.

"Guys, I'm in a hurry. We want to talk about it later. We can deal with Wudang's affairs however we want." Fang Xian cleared his throat, "Everyone already knows that Zhang Wuji and my love slave were taken away by Zhou Zhiruo and Yue Buqun. In recent days, I have secretly surveyed Emei and Huashan, and made friends with more than a hundred people from the Jianghu, but I have not found even a hair of the two of them. There is no impenetrable wall, I boldly guess, Wuji and love The slave should not be in Huashan or Emei."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "Xiaoyou Tian is very good at lightness kung fu, the person you can't even find should really be gone."

Song Yuanqiao was obviously anxious: "They can't... kill people and destroy their bodies..."

Fang Xian denied it with a slap: "They dare not. If so, I will level Emei Huashan with a big sword."

"It's flat! It's flat!" The divine eagle flapped its wings, and the beast's blood boiled.

"Listen honestly." Zhu'er hurriedly pressed down on the divine sculpture. She couldn't get in a conversation of this level. Listening carefully seemed to increase her wisdom, and she had a big flaw in this aspect.

Song Yuanqiao asked again: "Then Tian...brother, where do you think they will be?"

Fang Xian sighed: "Hey...Usually at times like this, I would ask my Ai Nu what she thinks. There is no one around here who understands, it's very desolate."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "Xiaoyou Tian might as well ask me what I think!"

(End of this chapter)