stand out from the crowd

It was obvious that he was extremely anxious, and rushed in because of an emergency, but his heart was warmed for a moment.

Putting away the sword and putting it on the low table beside me, I said: "Someone broke in just now." I suddenly remembered his phrase 'God Sect', which is the special term for him in the Devil Sect to call him 'Sun Moon God Sect', and I couldn't help but Added another sentence: "A member of the Demon Cult."

After explaining like this, I realized that the clothes were sticking to my body, a little damp and uncomfortable.Water was still dripping from the hair beside my ears, and it slid across the skin, and landed on the water that was already a little less cool in the bucket, and I couldn't help frowning.Although Linghu Chong suppressed the blush on his face and regained his composure, his gaze was still a bit erratic, scanning me quickly, but he didn't dare to land on me.But he seemed to be aware of my discomfort immediately, and hurriedly said: "Master, I will add some hot water."

The author has something to say: progress is too slow. .dead body

No.20 Section Two

I saw him close the door, go to a corner of the room and bring the big pot of hot water over.Although I couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable in front of Linghu Chong, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, but seeing Linghu Chong's sincere appearance of "disciple accepting his work", I hesitated for a moment, then sat down, Let him slowly pour hot water from the mouth of the pot into the wooden barrel.

When he was young, I was his teacher and father, taking good care of him in every aspect, not to mention how many times I helped him change the hot water when he was bathing.Today, the role has changed, and he will serve instead.

The hot mist steamed slightly, and the water temperature was slightly hot, soothing the muscles and bones. I couldn't help but want to sigh, worried that Linghu Chong was beside me, but there was only a slight gasp from my throat.Linghu Chong lowered his head halfway, his expression was calm, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.He finished pouring the hot water, put down the kettle, turned around and looked at me hesitantly.

I saw his eyes fall on my wet temples, and I couldn't help saying: "No need. You go back."

Linghu Chong's eyes flickered, but he said: "Master, this disciple is afraid that the member of the Demon Cult will leave and come back."

When he mentioned this, I couldn't help but think of that man's skill.Although I only showed three or four points due to my restricted swordsmanship, he was still able to resist and even walk away, and his martial arts are not low.And his last move made me rush to confront each other, it is really a unique skill in sword technique.People in the Demon Cult have always acted cunningly, if he goes and comes back to attack again, although I am not afraid of him, Linghu Chong may not be able to resist.

What's more, since he was able to inquire about my residence, and wanted to investigate Linghu Chong who was traveling with me, it was only a matter of a moment.But today, there are quite a few tenants in this inn, and Linghu Chong and I are separated by a few rooms, so it is not convenient to take care of them.

As soon as I put my thoughts away, I said lightly: "Then you can stay with me today." His eyes lit up, he looked at my face again, and retreated obediently.

When there was no one around, I finally let go of the twisted feeling in my heart and let out a long breath.The sudden interruption this time really made me feel a dark fire in my heart.The thing that the person from the Devil's Cult brought over for no apparent reason was thrown onto the table by me before I drew the sword, and I don't know what was written in it.

When Linghu Chong came back, I was already dressed, with half-wet long hair loose, holding the letter in one hand, and sitting on the chair meditating.When he looked up, he saw Linghu Chong carrying a bed and entering the door.I was slightly taken aback, and said in surprise: "Chong'er, you are..."

Behind the thick quilt, Linghu Chong poked out half of his head and said, "Master, I'll sleep on the floor."

His funny appearance made me feel a little funny.I slightly raised my eyes to look at the spacious big bed. Although it is a bit crowded for two people to sleep, it is not a big problem.But there was only one quilt, so Linghu Chong's trip was not in vain.

I said: "No need. You can sleep on the bed." He was stunned, as if he wanted to distinguish something, and I said again: "The bed here is not small, but there is no problem for two people."

Linghu Chong's cheeks are slightly pink, it's not known whether it's due to the exertion of moving things, or some other reason.He responded, left the quilt behind, and moved the rest of the things back in a bit of embarrassment.After Xiao Er collected the things in the room, I called Linghu Chong to my side and handed him the letter.

Because of the unbeaten killing practice of the East, the strange letters from the Demon Cult have always made me feel vaguely bad.But what the letter said was that some demon sect wanted to hold a "Sword Discussion Meeting and invite people from the martial arts world", and it even sent letters to Wudang, Emei and other sword sects.

Since ancient times, there have been examples to follow in martial arts.In the Southern Song Dynasty, the Huashan sword theory attracted countless swordsmen from later generations to come here and live together in Huashan. This gradually formed the Huashan Sword School, which is well-known in the world for hundreds of years.But the Demon Cult suddenly held this kind of conference, and the intentions for it were not good.Although they don't know their plan, they are not afraid of the people in the martial arts circle suspecting that their move is to catch all the masters of the righteous way of swordsmanship, so they ignore them.

Linghu Chong finished reading with a frown, and suddenly said: "Tu'er thinks, I'm afraid this is not what Dongfang Bubai meant." I glanced at the signature in four large characters at the end of the letter. Although the handwriting on the front was similar, it didn't have any real sword intent, and he couldn't help but secretly nodded at Linghu Chong's quickness.

Seeing that I signaled to continue, he said, "This matter is not beneficial to the Demon Sect. It's just that the demon leader Dongfang Bubai knew about it, but he didn't stop it. Presumably it was the instruction of his favored people in the Demon Sect." If he had Thinking about it, he suddenly smiled and said: "Originally, 'death to a sycophant' is a very bad thing, but it would be a good thing for us if it were put on that devil Dongfang Bubai."

I raised my eyebrows. Ji Qian once said that Linghu Chong once asked him for information from the Demon Cult. He was concerned that Linghu Chong was still young and his thinking was not mature enough, so he didn't agree.Now it seems that Linghu Chong has extraordinary eyesight, and he can analyze problems clearly and logically.

I praised his analysis a little, and I chatted with him a few words about kendo.Seeing that it was late, Mo Da still didn't show up, thinking that the agreement with him was to wait until tomorrow to see each other.

After extinguishing the candle, the two of us lay on the bed, the moonlight leaked a little brilliance from the window, it was very peaceful.I suddenly remembered that when Linghu Chong first arrived in Huashan, he was very young and afraid of strangers.And after I opened my heart to him and became intimate with him, I couldn't help being more clingy, and after crying or playing a few times, he relied on sleeping with me in the same bed.At that time, he liked to pester me, and often hung his whole body on me. If I broke away a little, he would come up to me by himself until I hugged him again.

I sighed softly, the side face in the darkness was somewhat blurred, but the breathing of the person beside me was unusually steady.

Although my master and my disciples are close, it has been a long time since we reached our eternal sleep.After Linghu Chong turned 15, he also moved out of my courtyard.Although there is something wrong with the room where he lives in Xuanzhong is still vacant, sometimes the two of us meet by chance, and he will stay in that room overnight when we talk by candlelight until midnight, but is there anything like today? Generally, it is within reach on the side.

In the darkness, he seemed to frowned slightly, tilted his head, and landed on my shoulder. The corner of his mouth whispered two words. I listened attentively, and it was "Master...", I couldn't help feeling mixed feelings, very complicated .

Nothing happened overnight.The next morning, when I woke up as usual, although Linghu Chong wasn't hanging on me like he was a long time ago, the other quilt he brought was useless.I slightly moved the arm that was held by him, and he immediately woke up, opened his eyes, his brown eyes were slightly dazed, and asked in a tired voice: "Master?"

I glanced at him calmly, he really looked good, when I woke up this time, the shimmer fell on his fair skin, clear and translucent.No one could imagine how this handsome and peaceful person would break free once he woke up.He blinked, seemed to really wake up, and let go of my arm. I got up and put on my practice clothes, picked up my sword, and heard him asking from behind, "Master, where are you going?"

I glanced at him, and saw him leaning over the quilt, his eyes staring at me without flickering, his black hair was messy.I said: "Practice the sword. You can also get up later." Linghu Chong replied in a low voice, still laying there motionless, not intending to get up, but his posture was slightly stiff.

I ignored him, I went out to the courtyard, and began to practice Huashan swordsmanship.While using the sword, he couldn't help but recall the knife technique that person used yesterday.The last move was really familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.I subconsciously gestured with my sword while thinking hard.

"Swallow knife thirteen broken." Suddenly a voice rang in my ears.I looked up suddenly, and saw Mo Da standing not far from me with his huqin on his back.

Seeing him, I immediately retracted my sword and saluted: "Master Mo." Mo Da returned the salute and asked again: "Where did Master Yue see this 'Thirteen Breaks of the Swallow Sword'?"

After pondering for a while, I told him what happened yesterday, naturally skipping over the embarrassment, only saying that it was a slight inconvenience and I couldn't stop it with all my strength.After being reminded by Mo Da this time, I remembered that this "Thirteen Breaks of Yan Dao" is one of the unique sword skills in Yanjia Valley on the north bank of the Yellow River, and Yan's family happened to be the previous director of the Demon Sect. When it disappeared, one of the several righteous families that were wiped out.

Mo Da said slowly: "I think he is a member of the Devil's Cult, and he has acquired this unique sword technique." After he finished speaking, he sighed, with a look of deep hatred on his face.

I asked, "Did Sect Leader Mo receive the letter?"

Mo Da shook his head: "He can't find me. If there is one, he will send it to Hengshan directly to my junior brother." I know the junior brother he is talking about is Liu Zhengfeng.It was rumored that the two of them had the same swordsmanship as Zhong Bo, but they didn't match each other, which caused disharmony among the Hengshan sect. Now seeing Mo Da's calm expression when he mentioned his junior brother, I don't know if this is a rumor or true.

Mo Dao: "The appointment of Dengfeng, I wonder if the head of Yue is convenient at this time?"

I looked around, but there was no one around, but considering what happened last night, I still didn't feel completely relieved.Immediately, he turned to Mo Dao: "Master Mo, Yue has heard a word, I wonder if Master Mo is interested?"

Mo Dao: "But it doesn't matter."

I said: "This sentence was mentioned by my apprentice by chance. The car and the assistant live together, and the lips and the teeth depend on each other. I don't know the disaster of Yuguo, what do you think?"

Nowadays, martial arts heroes are not heroes, and there are many truths and falsehoods. There is no such thing as "Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow" in the mouth of layman Qinglian thousands of years ago.The Devil's Cult wanted to unify the Jianghu, plotting against the Orthodox Church, but the leaders of the Orthodox Church, Wudang and Shaolin, all chose to explain themselves and do nothing in the world. Even a few members of the Five Sacred Sword Sect wanted to monopolize power.Not to mention the fact that the same sect fights with each other and sends brothers to fight against the wall.Just like my Huashan family has a strict family style, it is not impossible to escape the battle of sword qi.

This kind of scheming for power is really evil and smoky, not much better than the spring and autumn when "morals are degraded and the world is declining".In the spring and Autumn period of that year, Duke Xian of Jin pretended to go to Yu State to destroy Guo State. Gong Zhiqi's remonstrance to the king of Yu State was full of irony under the current situation.

Mo Da raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Don't repeat the same mistakes."

I smiled slightly: "The lesson from the past is the guide for the future. It is like this." Mo Da looked at me for a long time, with a slight smile on his face.His eyebrows were lightly raised, and when he smiled like this, I realized that he was just a man who was not yet full of doubts, full of heroic vigor.It's just that there was no trace of sadness on his face, so that I couldn't recover for a while.Until he turned his head slightly, staring at the morning light cast by the rising sun in the forest, he said: "Brother Yue, you are really good."

I was slightly taken aback, and before I could figure out the meaning of his words, he drifted away.I stood in place, looking at the mottled shadows on the ground, accompanied by the clear and crisp chirping of forest birds, the sound of people walking outside the courtyard, the sound of cars in the streets, the sound of horses, the sound of heavy objects being pushed slowly, little by little. They all rang.This small town seems to have just woken up, and there is no longer the original tranquility.

I put away the sword and went back to the room, only to see Linghu Chong had prepared breakfast on the table, seeing my eyes lit up and smiling, but the room was full of warmth.

The author has something to say: I'm going to get OCD

No.20 Three Sections

When they returned to Mount Hua again, both Ji Qian and Qing Song were waiting at the foot of the mountain.In the study, I told him about the Five Sacred Sword Sect and the two of them going here. Although the two of them sighed, they showed a hint of firmness.

Junior Brother Ji said: "Brother, don't worry. My Huashan family is not as weak as others think."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of papers, which recorded the information that had been passed up the mountain during the month I left, and I took it and scanned it briefly.It turned out to be good news. Several thirteenth-generation registered disciples, based on the exercises they obtained in the Palace of Passing Gong, have already completed their studies and left the mountain. They have become my secular disciples in Huashan.

Sure enough, after finding another way, the century-old tree in Huashan can sprout new branches.

I said: "With the concerted efforts of my three brothers and sisters, we must not disappoint the expectations of our ancestors!"

At present, although martial arts practitioners are closely connected with the secular world, they are also vaguely alienated.Although I don't know if this world is the same as the time and space I was in, but the deep-rooted shame of China's cowardice and being abused by foreigners is unforgettable for any future generations.As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, it will never be allowed to reproduce.

It's a pity that Confucianism is in power, and the imperial court generally adopts the strategy of fooling the people. If things go on like this, rigid thinking and self-satisfaction of the heavenly kingdom will inevitably arise.

Emphasizing literature over martial arts will not work.It is best to change the folk customs of the dynasty and promote folk martial arts.However, I am neither the emperor nor the cabinet minister, and I am unable to interfere in national policy.I'm just the head of a sect in the martial arts world.

But if you think about it carefully, it is hard to get close to the secular world if you want martial arts people to take the initiative to change the attitude of Jue Chen, but if you can imitate the idea of ​​Chuan Gong Temple, set up martial arts halls among the people, and pass on the incense, it is feasible of.I think that as long as people in future generations can learn some kung fu and understand chivalry and blood, there will be no tragedy of the barbarians raging.

Although I have prayers and grand plans in my heart, at this moment, whether it is the turbulent rivers and lakes, or the Huashan Mountain that is still broken and then erected, the internal and external conditions are not ready for display.If it weren't for the news that Ji Qian showed me just now, there are two disciples who opened a martial arts gym, which gave me ideas, but it would be difficult to come up with such shocking ideas.

One month after the Five Sacred Sword Sect formed the alliance, Zuo Lengchan sent a command flag to Mount Hua.I met the Songshan disciple who brought the order flag, he was quite old, he had a cold face, with a hint of hostility, but he didn't look like a decent gentleman.He gave his name, Fei Bin, and I remember him as a master of the Songshan School of Kendo Kung Fu.

The order flag was engraved with patterns all around, simple and profound, and on the front was a pattern with several sword tips meeting at one point, counting carefully, there were exactly five swords.Turn it over, but it is a Yue character engraved by Yang.My eyebrows twitched slightly. Although the Wuyue Sword School is called Wuyue for short, a "Yue" is not bad, but this is also my surname. Looking at the word that was obviously written by Zuo Lengchan, my heart couldn't help but float A strange feeling.

Fei Bin's attitude seemed to be respectful, but also somewhat arrogant.He said: "Sect Leader Yue, this is the token of the Five Sacred Mountains that was produced in a hurry, what do you think of Sect Leader Yue?"

Now that the Songshan faction is very powerful, I don't want to entangle with this kind of people, so I just said indifferently: "This is very good."

In addition to tokens, he also showed me other things drafted by Zuo Lengchan.After I watched it calmly, I didn't say anything, I just asked him to go back and report.It occurred to Zuo Lengchan that he recruited a lot of people in the martial arts this time, some of them became disciples of his sect, and some of them became guests.In time, if Zuo Lengchan would nibble away at the five factions, they would be perfect pawns for him.

I sigh quietly.Thinking back a few years ago when Zuo Lengchan first took over the head of the sect, even though Songshan was powerful, there was still a gap in the sect.I don't know when, he has been able to give orders as one.He also remembered that after he became the sect master, he asked many masters and uncles in the sect to discard the chaff and save the essence, and corrected all kinds of moves and postures in the swordsmanship that were not fierce enough and the postures that were not grand enough in the sect, making the sect ten thousand The seven-way sword move is perfect.Although he didn't create a new way of swordsmanship, the power of summarization and sublimation is far better than those predecessors who created original swordsmanship.

However, it is precisely because of his incomparable talent that I feel sorry for Zuo Lengchan who fell into the abyss of desire, deceived Jianxin, and gave up the way of the sword.

It's just that all the choices are based on one's own intentions. Others lament Xi De, but they cannot be persuaded to change.

Less than half a year later, Zuo Lengchan began to give orders in the Five Sacred Mountains along with various actions of the Demon Sect, and many of my disciples in the Huashan Sect were also transferred by him.The Five Sacred Mountains League, Putian Shaolin, and Wudang cooperated with each other, and confronted the Devil's Cult several times in Shandong and other places, openly or secretly.Junior brother Qingsong also received the order of the leader, went down the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the way, and returned to Huashan several times with injuries all over his body.

When Mr. Mo treated him, he couldn't help scolding him for his carelessness.It's just that Qingsong endured the pain and objected to me and the fourth junior brother: "This time I went down the mountain, but I feel that my swordsmanship has improved a lot."

Fourth Junior Brother gave him a cold look, then turned his head and smiled at Doctor Mo, "Mr. Mo, the medicine will take effect sooner. I see Senior Brother can't wait, he's going down the mountain to refine his swordsmanship again."

Linghu Chong said: "Third Martial Uncle often told me that the man's family is copper-skinned and iron-framed. I guess he wouldn't be afraid of such a little pain."

I saw his master, uncle and nephew singing together, running on Qingsong, but it made Qingsong feel powerless and miserable, so I couldn't help feeling a little funny.But Qingsong has always been carefree, if it wasn't for the fact that he has gained a lot of calmness in the past few years, he might not be less capable of causing trouble than Linghu Chong.But the two of them have no scheming, and the other is full of ghost ideas, but they are quite different.

I said: "It's good to improve your swordsmanship, but junior brother don't act recklessly like this."

I got a lot of information from my subordinates and Zuo Lengchan. Qingsong's swordsmanship was originally learned by my master when I was young, when I visited the mountains to figure out the heart of the sword. "Two words.However, he didn't have many enemies after all, and he was still shackled by his moves.This time he went down the mountain to meet the enemy, but most of the time he took the lead with enthusiasm and fell into a bitter fight. In the season of life and death, his swordsmanship improved greatly.

But when I read the news, I inevitably felt that he was being used by someone with a heart, and he was trapped in the enemy's den.It's just that Qingsong can't hold the matter in his heart, even if I mention it again and again, I'm afraid it won't have much effect, I just hope that he has suffered a lot this time, so that he can learn some lessons.

The battle between righteousness and demons is in full swing, even Qing Song's martial arts skills can't help being seriously injured. I don't know how many ordinary disciples in the martial arts world have lost their lives in the fight with the demon sect.

In a blink of an eye, it was Qingming again, Qingsong was called down the mountain, and I came to the back mountain alone to worship the tomb of my ancestors according to the old practice.But from a distance, he saw a figure standing beside the tomb. When he walked in, he saw that person was wearing a green shirt, with his hands behind his back, standing there without saying a word.

Carrying the basket in my hand, I walked to Master's tomb.He ignored me, just looked at the tombstone silently, his eyes were like midwinter and summer night, it seemed to be full of complex emotions, but also seemed to be extremely indifferent.

The age of that strange face is unknown at first glance, but the slight frost on the temples reveals that he is probably not young anymore.I can't feel the slightest breath from him, if he is not standing in front of me, I'm afraid I won't be aware of this person at all.

This man with unfathomable martial arts suddenly appeared next to the cemetery of my Huashan headmaster for generations. I don't know what the picture is.But he didn't speak, and I couldn't speak.Those eyes are too cold, like a dead person, without brilliance.

I set out joss sticks and a few dishes of dishes, and I placed them in front of Master's tomb, then took out a wine glass and poured wine silently, preparing to sprinkle it on the soil in front of the tomb.While doing these things, I noticed that his gaze was on me, hesitated again and again, and asked: "Dare to ask senior..."

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound behind him.I knelt down and kowtowed to the tombstone, and murmured, "Yue Buqun, the No. 13 disciple of Huashan Mountain, pays homage to my mentor." I closed my eyes, and vaguely appeared the appearance of Master, with a gentle and loving smile on his face. Fengshang taught me swordsmanship.My heart shivered, and when I opened my eyes again, there was only a line of words I carved on the stone with my own hands, "Tomb of Yang Qingyuan, head of the twelfth generation".The bluestone in the mountain has grown a little moss in the past few years, but it looks old, cold and desolate.

After I finished worshiping, I stretched out my hand to remove the weeds in front of the tomb one by one, while talking softly about the sect.Suddenly, a question came from behind: "When did the senior brother leave?" The voice was as light as rain.

I was startled, and then realized that he hadn't left yet.When he asked like this, he seemed to be my uncle, but no matter whether he was a member of Jianzong or Qizong, I never remembered such a person.Although I was very puzzled in my heart, I just replied: "The day of my teacher's death is the second day of July."

He said, "What's your name?"

I said: "My surname is Yue, the name given by my predecessor, I don't hide it from everyone. I don't know my uncle..."

He remained silent for a long time, before he said: "My surname is Chen." Suddenly there was a trace of abnormal sadness on his face, which caused a trace of smoke and fire in the floating temperament, and he said: "There are trees in the mountains... Heh...Yang..." His voice was very soft, but there was a trace of embarrassment, a bit of melancholy, as if he was afraid of alarming something.I vaguely grasped something, but I saw him reach out to his waist, and took out a white jade pendant.

He said lightly: "Tell me about your master's generation."

I originally had to tell you about Qizong and Jianzong.He kept silent all the time, if he hadn't been gently stroking the jade pendant, I almost thought it was a statue.I don't know why I believed in his words, but I didn't hide anything.Even Ning Zhongze told him about his parents.

A look of nostalgia appeared on his face, and he suddenly said: "Little Junior Sister married Ning Yunsheng? The one in the past..." I didn't respond, but there was a faint guess in my heart.In Master's generation, there were very few descendants of Qizong, and the little Martial Uncle left the mountain gate inexplicably, and I have never even met her.This Uncle Chen probably left the mountain gate because of something that happened back then.

However, I have never heard a thing or two from my master, but he seems to be extremely familiar with my master.But I don't know the reason for my master's secretiveness here.But my master has passed away, and the reason for this may never happen again.

Suddenly my heart trembled, the mountains have trees and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know it.He is... Could it be... Could it be... I looked at his expression carefully, and I saw that Qingjun's unusual face was indifferent, and I couldn't discern any deeper emotions.He suddenly met my eyes, I was startled, and saw those eyes were suddenly as sharp as a sword, and seemed to see me thoroughly in an instant.

He said: "Your apprentice is very good." I was a little at a loss, he suddenly mentioned what Linghu Chong was doing, when my thoughts changed suddenly, I remembered that Linghu Chong seemed to have met an uncle in the back mountain when he was a child, it turned out to be him.He silently passed the thing in his hand, and I took it with both hands.He waved his hand to signal me to leave.

I glanced at the jade pendant in my hand, and it was very old. Although the pattern made of red thread was unfamiliar, I could tell that it was a concentric festival.The white jade carving is somewhat rough, but the traces of the ax chiseling have long been smoothed away. I don't know how many times the owner has carefully figured it out in his hands.

After careful observation, I saw the crooked words on the reverse side, "To Brother Chen. Yang Qingyuan". The handwriting is very immature, with the brushstrokes of a teenager.Unexplainable turmoil arose in my heart, and the subtle emotions of the past seemed to pass through this jade pendant with a hint of warmth to my hands little by little.I stood at the crossing and looked back.

He gently brushed the tombstone with his hand, and stood in front of the tomb for a long time, but finally left without looking back.

The author has something to say: Mountains have trees~ trees have branches~

May XX forget about ex as soon as possible and find true love as soon as possible

Also, Du Niang is too strong, I just found out that this Song of Chu describes same-sex love OTZ my knees

No.20 Four Sections

Before I had time to inquire about the past of Master's generation, I got news from the Five Sacred Mountains League.

Qingsong and several members of the Five Sacred Mountains were seriously injured in a confrontation between good and evil, and could not move freely. They were recuperating in Taiyuan Mansion.Zuo Lengchan asked me to go there to discuss some matters with other factions.When I heard the news, my expression changed slightly, and I immediately packed up my luggage and went down the mountain with Linghu Chong.

Although Ji Qian and his wife saw off at the foot of Yunv Peak, their expressions were dignified and worried, but they were not flustered. On the contrary, Ji Lingshan, who was only four years old, clutched Linghu Chong's clothes and sobbed for a long time.

On the way, I said to Linghu Chong who rolled up his half-wet sleeves: "Your brother and sister are very affectionate."

Linghu Chong's face showed a look of fear after a headache, and he was so keenly aware of the subtle teasing in my words, he cried out plaintively: "Master—how did I know that Junior Sister is so clingy?"

A smile appeared on my face and said: "You were like this when you were young." In the past, I suffered as a teacher for the first time, but now Linghu Chong suffers as usual, it really is the cycle of heaven.He curled his lips, maybe he was so self-aware that he remembered his usual stubbornness when he was a child, so he didn't say anything to refute for a while.

After traveling day and night all the way, when they arrived in Taiyuan, Qingsong was fine.It was just because he was besieged that he was covered in wounds and bandages all over his body, so he was unable to move while staying in the room.Linghu Chong volunteered to stay there "to take care of the uncle", I went out of the yard, and was guided by a disciple to the flower hall.

After entering the door, I heard an angry voice: "Leader Zuo! Which bastard revealed the news about my five factions, it is really hateful!"

I raised my eyes and saw that it was the head of the Taishan School, Tianmen Daoist, whose face was flushed with anger and blushed with anger.In this siege, several disciples of Taishan Sect were lost, and even the uncle of a Taoist priest of Tianmen was seriously injured. No wonder he was so emotional that he even uttered some vulgar words.

Zuo Lengchan sat on his seat, frowning in thought, looking calm.The Taoist priest of Tianmen said again: "Leader Zuo, your Songshan faction has also suffered a lot, so there is no news!"

I went in and sat on my seat. After the three of them greeted, the Taoist priest of Tianmen still looked angry, but he took a deep breath, sat down and stopped talking.Zuo Lengchan greeted: "Brother Yue, can you meet the people from Huashan first?"

I nodded, but asked about the siege again.

Before Zuo Lengchan could speak, the Taoist priest of Tianmen rushed to say angrily: "What else could be going on! Originally, this time we planned to wipe out the power of the Demon Cult in Taiyuan. Who knew that I am lying in the ambush of the Five Mountains?" Somehow, the news of the land was captured by the members of the Demon Cult. They didn’t catch them all, but were dumped instead. Hmph!”

I asked, "What about the Demon Cult?"

Zuo Lengchan said: "Although the incident happened suddenly, I am an expert in swordsmanship among the five mountains. With the help of Wudang and Shaolin, the devil sect thieves lost seven or eight, and managed to escape."

My heart is relieved.The Devil's Cult in Taiyuan is the largest branch of the Five Mountains' sphere of influence. Now that it has been controlled, the Devil's Cult will not act rashly anymore.It can be regarded as something accomplished.

The Taoist priest of Tianmen said bitterly again: "I knew why Dongfang Bubai suddenly held such a sword discussion meeting half a year ago. The Demon Cult is really uneasy and kind! All of us are attracted by them here... But he I sent a traitor to sneak into my righteous way, and it really is a devil way, with vicious thoughts." He spat, with a look of disgust and hatred on his face.

I thought of the embarrassing, uneasy and kind letter, and my face was a little ugly.After returning to Huashan, I only sent people to report back, saying that Huashan was busy with affairs, and I had no intention of going down the mountain, so I shirked.

No matter how Zhengdao and Demon Dao have fought against each other so far, how to use each other to plan, wishing to destroy each other and unify the martial arts, but it is not what I care most about.What I am most concerned about is the situation of my own Huashan Mountain.For the rest of the overall situation, Zuo Lengchan, the leader, had to worry about it.

Sure enough, Zuo Lengchan said: "Taiyuan has happened. Putian Shaolin and Wudang people have returned to the mountain. My five mountains can also take a breath."

The Taoist priest of Tianmen snorted coldly: "If I don't find out the little thief who leaked the news, I will never go back!" I turned my head to look at Zuo Lengchan, and saw that his face was serious again, with a hint of disbelief. resistance.I was suddenly startled, this place where the Five Mountains ambush is originally a top secret, how could it be easily known by the Demon Sect?Although my face was calm, the more I thought about it in my heart, the more uneasy I became.

After saying goodbye to Zuo Lengchan, I returned to the courtyard and asked Qing Song who was lying on the bed to recover from his injuries to explain in detail what happened this time.Many of those who were lost in this operation were vicious, outspoken and unflattering fighters among the Five Sacred Mountains, and they were indeed the most powerful group of people who would oppose Zuo Lengchan's plans now or in the future.However, his Songshan faction lost no less than the Taishan faction, if this matter is Zuo Lengchan borrowing a knife to kill people, eliminating dissidents, it is too big a bargaining chip.

Just thinking of his ruthlessness, my heart was shaken again, maybe the Songshan faction's loss of manpower was all to cover up people's eyes and ears.Thinking about it this way, he was even more terrifying.

But all this is just my worst guess, maybe Zuo Lengchan didn't dare to do it so blatantly.After all, he is the leader of my Five Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Sages in name. When the Demon Cult is still rampant, he must not do such vicious villainous acts that compromise his own strength.

Half a month later, the wounds all over Qingsong's body had scabbed over, and the discussion with Zuo Lengchan, Tianmen Daoist and others was almost done.Linghu Chong and I took him, hired a carriage, and drove all the way to Mount Hua.

Only sixty miles away from Mount Hua, when the three of us passed a mountain villa, the strong smell of blood wafted by the wind made my heart jump, and then I heard the faint sound of swords.My expression changed slightly, I turned my horse's head, and saw Linghu Chong sticking his head out of the carriage, and said with a suspicious expression: "Master, I'll go take a look."

I nodded.Although it is inevitable for the third junior brother to act now, I don't want to cause more troubles.But this place is too close to my Huashan, if there is any accident, it will be easy to get my Huashan involved.No matter what, you have to go and find out.

Linghu Chong came back soon, with an ugly expression on his face, he said: "Master, the Laojiazhuang is ahead, I just took a cursory look, the situation in the village is not good." He briefly described the tragic situation in the village where blood was flowing all over the place, And urged me to go faster.I glanced at the carriage, revealing a pensive expression.

If both of us leave and Junior Brother Qingsong is seriously injured, how should we deal with ourselves.It's just that such a big event happened in Laojiazhuang, as a martial artist, how could he ignore it!Just as I was weighing it, Qing Song showed his face from behind the curtain: "Brother, you can just take your nephew there. Although I am inconvenient to move, my hands are not injured. I have a sword by my side, so I am not afraid anymore."

Seeing what he said, I didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately rushed to Nalao Village with Linghu Chong.Before entering the gate, a pungent smell of fresh blood rushed towards my face from a distance, which only made my heart sink.Linghu Chong and I had grasped the sword in our hands early on, climbed over the wall and entered, and saw the tragic scene all over the room.

It is evening now, and the sky has not yet darkened.After a little discernment, I realized that these people were just ordinary people who were unarmed and unarmed, and I felt a surge of anger in my heart!The most despised thing in the martial arts is to attack ordinary people. The traces of these fatal wounds with knives and swords are clear, so it must be a good fighter.I don't know where people are so bold and cruel, and they use their knives at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

Linghu Chong and I followed the intermittent sound of swords, and quickly flew across the entire Laojiazhuang, and arrived at the back hall.