Sword narration is painful in the world

After Leng Fengye set off, he followed the route pointed out by Lu Ming and arrived at the foot of Zhupan Mountain with smooth sailing as night fell.

Leng Fengye stopped and looked up, only to see the twinkling stars in the black and blue sky, and the towering peaks and ridges, which were so dark and spectacular.

Among them, there was a peak that reached straight into the sky and looked like a swimming dragon. Leng Fengye thought to himself that it might be Huanglong Peak. But it was pitch dark at that time and he was not familiar with the mountain village. He was worried that something might go wrong, so he had to plan to go up the mountain again early tomorrow morning. .

So, he walked around the neighborhood, but couldn't find a house to stay in. The surroundings were very quiet and eerie.

It seemed that he had no choice but to aggrieve himself, so Leng Fengye lay down under a thick old tree on the hillside.

In the early morning of the next day, Leng Fengye adjusted his clothes and prepared to go up the mountain. In a short time, he found a small trail and estimated that this might be the way to enter the village.

So along this trail, Leng Fengye began to circle upwards. Half a moment later, he saw a ravine two feet wide and one foot deep near the village.

There was also a suspension bridge built over the ditch. When Leng Fengye was about to approach the ditch, he heard someone shout:

"Who does what?"

Leng Fengye stopped and took a look and saw three or four people dressed as minions on the opposite side asking questions.

Leng Fengye replied:

"My dear, Leng Fengye, I came to visit you at the invitation of Tie Zizheng, the master of your village. Please reply."

"Oh, it turns out that Master Leng is here. Thank you for your hard work. My uncle has already taken care of me. Are you the only one?"

Leng Fengye replied loudly:

"Yes, it's just me."

"Then please wait a moment."

As soon as they finished speaking, Leng Fengye heard only the sound of a cannon, followed by another blast of horns.

Just when Leng Fengye was wondering, he heard the sound of "quacking" again.

Looking again, the suspension bridge has been lowered from above, and more than twenty people are approaching, all dressed in short skirts and holding different weapons such as sticks, knives, forks, halberds, and axes in their hands.

When these people approached Leng Fengye, they lined up on both sides. They saw the leader in the middle. He was not tall, in his thirties, and was wearing green clothes. He was holding a Yanling steel knife and hanging on his chest. A mountain sign.

I also saw that the sign was made of yellow wrought iron, with green wrought iron on the edge, embroidered with red thread, and kept fluttering in the wind.

The leader looked at Leng Fengye for a few times and asked:

"Friend, are you Leng Feng Ye, a disciple of Monk Daoyue of Wenshu Monastery in Mount Wutai?"

"I really don't dare to be called a hero. I am none other than Leng Fengye," Leng Fengye cupped his hands and replied seriously.

"I have admired my name for a long time. The master of my village has sent word that he will invite Master Leng to come to the mountain."

"Thank you very much, please lead the way."

"Slow down, Mr. Leng, there are state laws and mountain rules. To put it bluntly, no matter who wants to enter Huanglong Peak of Zhupan Mountain, he must first defeat the knife in my hand. Otherwise, where did you come from? Go back somewhere."

Leng Fengye smiled and said:

"Oh, please give me your name, please."

"Xiao Ke's surname is Li, and his given name is Jin. He is known as Feihu Huadao. He is the leader of a small village in Waishan."

Having said this, Li Jin handed the knife from his left hand to his right, stood up with a T-step and said:

"Master Leng, please fight."

Leng Fengye understood that if he couldn't defeat him, he wouldn't be able to enter the mountain. It seemed that this was just the first level, so he said:

"Okay, brother, don't blame me for being reckless."

After saying that, Leng Fengye pulled out the fallen leaf Qingfeng Sweeper from behind.

When Li Jin saw it, he was not surprised. He only felt that the sword was bright and shining, and it was extraordinary. He thought to himself, if I win Leng Fengye today, when the leader of the village rewards me, I don't want anything else, I just want this. This sword.

Thinking of this, Li Jin was overjoyed and said:

"Master Leng, you are an outsider. According to the rules, you should be the first to attack."

Leng Fengye took another step forward and said:

"Brother, look at the sword," then a white snake spit out the message and stabbed Li Jin's throat.

When Li Jin saw the sliding knife, he stepped aside and tried to fight with his sword. However, Leng Fengye immediately withdrew his sword and performed the Overturning Style again, with the tip of the sword pointed at Li Jin's feet.

Li Jin jumped up quickly and slashed Leng Fengye's neck with his knife.

Leng Fengye shrunk his neck and lowered his head, then used the wind to pull the awning off and hit Li Jin's chest with one move after another.

Li Jin quickly turned aside and hurriedly used the knife to push out. He only heard a "pop" sound. When the swords collided, Li Jin's knife had been broken into two parts.

Li Jin was not surprised, but Leng Fengye's sword was slashing at his waist again.

At this time, Li Jin had no time to hide. He thought it was over for the day, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

But at this time, Leng Fengye withdrew the sword, then drew back his sword and clasped his wrists, saying:

"I have learned from you. Thank you very much, Chief Li Zhai, for showing mercy and letting me take a move. You can see if I can go to see Master Li."

When Li Jin saw that Leng Fengye was not ruthless, he was very grateful to him. At the same time, he was also very impressed by Leng Fengye's superb swordsmanship and said:

"Master Leng is truly a great hero, and he truly deserves his reputation. You can come in with me now."

After saying that, Li Jin waved his hand, and another cannon sounded.

So the two of them walked side by side, separated by the minions, and then crossed the suspension bridge and entered the first gate of the village.

There were two miles between the gate of the first village and the gate of the second village. As soon as we arrived at the gate of the second village, we heard the cannon fire again. Then the gate of the village opened wide, and fifty soldiers flashed out. , all wearing a green scarf covering their heads, a small green skirt, blue crotchless trousers, green round-mouthed cloth shoes, and high-tie green leggings.

These people were all around twenty-five years old. Each of them held a large knife with shining silver light in their hands. They all frowned, stared, squeezed their noses, bulged their mouths, stretched their necks, and straightened their heads. With their chests raised, it looks like they are either trying to kill a tiger or a wolf, as if they can really collapse the sky and the earth with just a slight stamp of their feet and a loud roar, which makes people shudder.

After a while, another person emerged from the crowd. He was wearing a white Confucian hat, a white satin skirt, a white belt around his waist, and white satin fast boots.

I also saw that this man had a face like white jade, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. He was holding a red-tasseled spear, which was seven feet and two inches long, with a tip four inches wide. The tip of the spear was a foot and a half long. The body of the spear was blood red. He stood there majesticly.

At this time, Leng Fengye looked back and wanted to ask Li Jin who he was.

But Li Jin and his minions were gone, and the young general who wielded the gun could only be heard saying loudly:

"I just learned that Li Jin has been defeated by Leng Da. You are really extraordinary in martial arts. I have been waiting here for a long time. Please show me your sword and let me learn a lesson first. If you can defeat this spear in my hand, you can advance to the second level." Dao Kazimen, if you lose, you have to go back obediently without saying a word."

Only then did Leng Fengye understand that it seemed that he would not be able to enter the temple or see the Buddha if he passed only three passes today.

Well, I'll settle for what I've come, and I'm willing to break into this dragon's pond and tiger's den even if I'm not willing to do anything. Otherwise, I can't be considered a disciple of Elder Daoyue of Mount Wutai.

So Leng Fengye cupped his hands and said:

"Feng Ye is not very knowledgeable, so please show mercy."

"Let's go ahead," the young man in white said arrogantly.