"Good come!" The middle-aged man was not confused at all. Seeing that this huge black iron sword should be in a strong and fierce manner, he naturally used the master's legend to overcome hardness and turn around the soft sword with his fingers.

Fang Xian's energy sinks down, and only stops the eagle in front of the eagle, holds the sword in both hands, and makes a simple straight-slashing posture...

"Hmph, the so-called Condor Heroes are just like this." The middle-aged man felt that his move was not considered a move at all, and he was like a random slash by a man who could not do martial arts. Although his breath was stable, it was not threatening.

His sword trembled, his left foot glared, and he wanted to stab Fang Xian before he made a move.

Fang Xian was still calm and was just secretly exerting his strength, and the heavy sword began to shake.

The middle-aged man was shocked. If the ordinary light sword is used, if the internal force and strength are reached, it is not difficult to make the sword body tremble. However, this black iron is heavy and heavy.

There are rumors about the mysterious sword of the Xuan Iron Sword in the world. If you can use this sword for this, at least from the perspective of internal strength cultivation, the man in front of you is much higher than him.

But the sword move has been released, and it is not something you can do if you want it. The middle-aged man is so determined. Perhaps the sword is just a big mold and has no more weight at all.

With a lucky mentality, the middle-aged man tried to stab him with one move.

However, the mysterious iron sword became more and more powerful as it shook. There was a buzzing roar. Fang Xian waved his giant sword slowly and fell. At this momentum, he could not catch up with the soft sword around the fingers.

The middle-aged man raised his mouth and thought to himself that he was just a fancy act. Thinking of this, he felt a little reluctant, and gently deflected the sword tip and turned from his lower abdomen to his thighs. Wudang emphasized chivalrous methods, and such things could not be taken for his life.

"It's not a bad thing that they are the Seven Heroes of Wudang." Fang Xian smiled lightly. He suddenly held the heavy black iron sword and swung it down. This move was majestic and loud, but the speed was too slow.

The middle-aged man snorted: "Swords are good swords. Unfortunately, they are too slow."

He only said that he had already taken objects from his bag by stabbing the Chinese Fang Xian, but he did not expect a powerful suction force, or the thrust suddenly increased to the sword. The sword was in the air and was unable to resist this level of force.

Middle-aged man was shocked and hurriedly used his internal force to hold tightly.

The mysterious hilt of the Black Iron Sword, no matter what, the sword is in the human world. He has been in the world for decades, and no matter how victorious or defeated, he has never lost a 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 turned off and was suddenly sucked away by the black iron heavy sword. The middle-aged man had to exert force more, but his own body was pulled up by the long sword.

There was a dull sound on the ground, and the long sword had been stuck by the black iron heavy sword.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" The middle-aged man was also hanging in the air. He was panicked and twisted his body with the power of the long sword being sucked, and kicked Fang Xian's waist with a sweeping leg.

"ns**!" Fang Xian shouted loudly, reversing the flow of internal force.

The middle-aged man had not kicked it yet, but he felt a powerful repulsive force pounce on him. He held the sword too tightly. After this, he flew out in reverse and smashed heavily to the ground.

The middle-aged man was slung on the ground. Although he was not injured, he was too stunned to move. This sword technique was so evil that it was like a metaphysical rule, which made people unable to resist.

Fang Xian held a giant sword on the ground and bowed, "I heard that Song Daxia has been kind and kind, and today I saw the truth as soon as I saw it."

"Do you recognize me?" The middle-aged man stood up and shook the dust on his body. After these two moves, he knew he was defeated.

"Wudang Kung Fu is so regular, you are calm and experienced, and with the thick beard on your face, which one is besides the leader of the Seven Heroes?" Although Fang Zai said firmly, he was a little surprised. Song Yuanqiao was originally a gentle and steady middle-aged man, so why did he come up and do it today, and he was no different from the servants in the world.

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang...The Seven Heroes of Wudang...There are only five left now...there are only four of them." Song Yuanqiao lamented and shook his head, "I just lost my composure and laughed. I'll wait here for a moment. I'll report to my master."

"..." Fang Xian wanted to say something else, but he saw that Song Yuanqiao was walking very lonely and very sad, so he gave up.

Zhu'er came over as the new mascot and asked, "As the rumors, Mr. Song... should not be so reckless..."

Fang Xian shook his head: "I'm afraid I'm going to encounter something upset. If I guess correctly, it should be his son."

"Son? Song Qingshu?" Zhu'er asked, "A son of a noble family under Wudang, known as Yumeng Mengchang, a young man and handsome man, is rumored to be the successor of Wudang's head. What problems can he have?"

“…I know so much…”

"I often traveled with my mother-in-law back then, and I heard about these things. Could it be that Song Qingshu is a good hero, was he harmed by someone?"

"Being harmed by others...is that right...but what you have to say is more like being trapped by love."

"Who?" Due to the recent series of behaviors, Zhu'er's character has changed slightly, perhaps because of the reason for the toxins to fade away. "Who is the woman who can make the young heroes of Wudang infatuated?"

Fang Xian lamented: "I know you, and I have brought him to this point. I am a woman who is even better than him. Who do you think?"

Zhu'er shook her head and puzzled.

Shen Diao couldn't help but gossip: "Who else can you? That sister!"

"Zhou Zhiruo?" Zhu'er was shocked. This was unexpected and reasonable. "So what? Wudang Emei was already well-built, wouldn't it be better to have such a marriage?"

"Girl, it's still too easy to think about things..."

As he was speaking, a deep, distant and loud voice came from a distance with a very layered sense.

"My friend made me think so hard!"

Zhang Zhenren with a long hair and a young face is still walking as fast as she can.

Fang Xian quickly flew over and said, "You are almost 120 years old, so I'm telling you how to live a long life!"

When Zhang Sanfeng saw Fang Xian's appearance, he was stunned. He didn't remember knowing these monsters and monsters. According to the way Song Yuanqiao passed the message before, this person should be Tian Boguang.

The images of Tian Boguang and the Condor Heroes are very inconsistent.

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

Fang Xian coughed: "Zhang Sishang thanked Zhang Zhenren for saving his life, and now he has achieved some success. I'm here to visit."

"Zhang..." Zhang Sanfeng said that the word turned a big turn. He thought he had recognized the wrong person, but the old man's head moved. Tian Boguang and Zhang Wuji had gone to find Xie Xun before. After returning like this, Xie Xun had not, and Wuji had disappeared. I guess there must be clues in it, so he followed Fang Xian's words, "My friend Zhang Si, I haven't seen you for many years, come to my study to talk."

When Song Yuanqiao saw that the Condor Heroes were so close to his master, he immediately regretted it: "I offended many people..."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "Yuanqiao, I don't care about this, so there is no need to blame myself so much."

After talking, Zhang Sanfeng smiled at Fang Xian again: "Young people are ignorant, so you can fight with me. Don't blame me."

"……………” Fang Xian was silent. Song Qingshu was a middle-aged man in his forties after all. He was embarrassed to be raised by Zhang Sanfeng like this. He coughed lightly and said quietly. "I know about Qingshu, it's still time."

The words "Qingshu" are at the end, Zhang Sanfeng's hair is floating, and Song Yuanqiao's brows are tight.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Fang Xian: "Xiao Sier has something to talk about this time. Can you..."

"The hero Song is known to everyone in the world, and you can tell me a story in the house!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded. Although he didn't know the origin of Zhang Si, his martial arts, internal strength, the magical sense of foresight, and his master's attitude of calling brothers and talking about brothers is obviously a worthy person.

The Wudang disciples walked back and forth, and looked at the strange scene and were secretly surprised.

Zhang Sanfeng held the masked Condor Heroes and couldn't let go of it. Song Yuanqiao followed closely behind, and the woman in white behind was picking lice for the Condor Heroes, which made him blinded the dog's eyes.

Naturally, they didn't know the identity of the Condor Heroes, and only heard that they were a godly man named Zhang Si.

When he arrived in front of Zhang Sanfeng's book pavilion, Zhang Zhenren looked at the height of the eaves, and then looked at the divine sculpture helplessly: "This..."

"Call me Brother Diao." The Divine Diao is very confident.

Song Yuanqiao looked at his master's expression and was ready to shout angrily - he dared to be so disrespectful to his master.

But when Zhang Sanfeng saw him laughing, "Haha, I didn't expect that there is something older than me in this world. Brother Diao is alive?"

The god eagle scratched his head with his wings: "I don't know... I feel that after experiencing about three dynasties in the world, why would it be hundreds of years old?"

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and looked at Fang Xian.

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

"Okay... take it as a real divine beast." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "My book pavilion is small. Brother Diao is worse than having fun in my Wudang Mountain. I will let my disciples accompany you."

The Divine Eagle said angrily: "You guys don't ask me to discuss it anymore? I'm a big eagle!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Fang Xian helplessly again, and this time he encountered Fang Xian's equally helpless expression.

So, four people and one eagle squeezed into Zhang Sanfeng's book pavilion.

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

"It's so fucking hot..." Fang Xian threw away his mask and picked up the teapot and stuffed his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said, "Mr. Zhang's life is just moisturizing!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Why don't you live for more than a hundred years?"

Song Yuanqiao was speechless. This is how his master's nature is.

"Is my brother very good at living? I lack a gay friend for eternity." The Divine Eagle was obviously excited.

Zhang Sanfeng apologized and said, "...I'm sorry, Brother Diao, I will live for a hundred and eighty years at most, and I will not be with you forever..."

"Oh... Forget it, I'd better find myself to be with me."

Song Yuanqiao was sweating, is this a dialogue between the god-level plane?

Seeing that they were so poor, Fang Xian quickly got back to the topic and went to the topic with Zhang Wuji, and the experiences of traveling with Zhang Wuji on Ice and Fire Island and Golden Snake Island. At the same time, he expressed regret for Song Qingshu's deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, killing the seven Wudang heroes Mo Shenggu, and expressing regret for Zhang Sanfeng's attempt to poison him.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao have heard the whole story and have been savoring it for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao felt heartbroken: "I didn't expect that the successor of Master Miejue was so unbearable... Song Qingshu, the rebellious son... blinded his eyes... blinded his eyes."

Song Yuanqiao is really in pain. He has raised a good son for so many years. Why did he deceive his master and destroy his ancestors in one thought and rebel from the sect?

The story is like this. There is a guy named Chen Youliang. Like Zhu Yuanzhang, he also has a prototype in history. This guy is very scheming and uses all means. In this way, he seems to be a similar character to Zhu Yuanzhang.

The two of them took the same route at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. One was to lead the Ming Cult to fight against the Yuan Dynasty. One was to lead the vast number of peasants to fight against the Yuan Dynasty. One was to hold high the banner of the word "Ming", and the other was to hold the thighs of the Han generals of the previous dynasty.

The difference is that Chen Youliang was slightly better than Zhu Yuanzhang, but his character was defeated. His personality determines success or failure. His ambition was too great, which caused dissatisfaction among the old generals of the Han Dynasty, and then he was defeated like a mountain. Therefore, he must obey the teachings of the ancients - building high walls, accumulating grain, and becoming king slowly. Everyone must pay attention to this point when doing similar careers in the future, and do not be eager for quick success or instant benefits.

It's a long way to go...

In Jin Yong's story, Chen Youliang is the elder of the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect has become a microcosm of the peasant uprising. He also knows the legend of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying. He also wants to command everyone in the world to refuse to obey. He also wants the Dragon Slaying Sword, so he also wants to find Xie Xun.

By chance, Chen Youliang discovered the fact that Song Qingshu had a crush on Zhou Zhiruo. He was smart, so he naturally knew that there was a lot of work to do in this because it could be related to Zhang Wuji.
To be continued...