In Shaolin, it's not that there are no people who can compare to Huang Quan Wentian, but they are usually elderly monks. For example, Kong Wen's master is probably no less skilled than this swordsman.
Sitting in a Zen courtyard, Huang Quan Wentian looked at the surrounding Zen rooms and the blue sky and white sun, feeling a little uncomfortable, "There is no other place here. It is really boring and monotonous. It is not as good as the green mountains and green waters."
Comfortable!”
"Hahaha, it is true that the benefactor of Huangquan has a free and easy temperament. Looking at this place with clear soup and little water, it is natural to feel that there is nowhere to put the sword energy. However, most of the temples are like this. Only the back mountain is close to nature.
A little bit, it’s just a place where Shaolin seniors practice, so don’t disturb me.”
Why did Huang Quan Wentian care so much? He waved his hand and said, "Hey, it's okay, I just go and have a look. I'm sure the eminent monk won't mind."
After saying that, he flew up and headed towards the back mountain at one go. The speed was so fast that Abbot Huide had no time to stop him. He had to shake his head and said, "Oh, Amitabha, I hope nothing will happen to you. How about you?"
This way, please."
Huang Quan Wentian's way of swordsmanship is not to ask about the way of heaven, but to go his own way and pursue the invincible swordsmanship in the world. He doesn't care about other people's opinions. Looking at the scenery is not disturbing others to sleep, so it won't lead to a fight.
However, you don’t know whether you really want to fight in your heart, only you know it.
"Tsk, tsk, this place is really nice. It has good mountains, water, and beautiful scenery. It's lush and green. It's much better than the gray wall tiles."
Walking on the mountain path, the faint scents around me became clearer and clearer, and there was a faint feeling of being pressed against me.
"Haha, Shaolin deserves to be called Shaolin. Apart from those four places, it is probably ranked first in terms of strength. Tianji Tower is probably a little behind. As expected, they are all worldly masters who have seen through the world of mortals."
"Amitabha, it's very good. Since the donor of Huangquan likes this place so much, he can practice with peace of mind. So what's the harm in the mortal world?"
Huang Quan Wentian heard the sound coming from the distant mountain, like a bell ringing in his ears. He raised his head and looked over, his eyes like sword energy, shattering the pressure.
"Haha, it's okay to watch it occasionally. If I stay here all the time, I won't be able to stay here and will be suffocated to death. Besides, this is not my end. There is a fight that I have to finish, no matter if it's for my stupid
Disciple, it’s still for my own sake.”
"The old master of the Lei Clan has entered the realm of heaven and man. Is the underworld donor really going to go?"
"Huh, what about the realm of heaven and man? Others are afraid of him, but I am not! This old guy has done countless things that are harmful to nature. This time he must avenge his apprentice!"
"Amitabha, the donor of Huangquan has a righteous heart and is not afraid of swordsmanship, so we will no longer advise him. The back mountain was originally not open to the public, and the donor can come and go on his own."
"Thanks then."
Step by step for several miles, and soon, we have arrived at the back mountain.
There's nothing special about it, except that there are a few bamboo houses dotted here and there, some with green smoke curling up, as if someone is living there.
"I bet you guys live here. It's suitable for retirement and being comfortable."
In a bamboo house, a gray-robed monk walked out. Judging from his age, he was no younger than Huang Quan Wentian, but the smile on his boring face really didn't look that good.
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"Amitabha, benefactor of Huangquan, would you like to come in and sit down?"
"Why not, let's have a cup of tea. I'm thirsty after running for so long."
The gray-robed monk sat on the stool and slowly poured a cup of tea. The speed was really slow. The slow old man wanted to speak several times but could not say anything, so he could only wait.
"You need to be calm when drinking tea, please use it as a donor."
He casually picked it up and took a sip, "You poured so many glasses, it looks like the remaining ones are coming?"
Just as he finished speaking, several figures landed in the yard and walked towards them step by step.
"Oh, some eminent monks, I, Huangquan Wentian, barged into your back mountain and invited me to drink tea. I must thank you for your generosity."
"Haha, the benefactor did as he pleased, and we will be treated as hospitable guests. Let's have tea together."
Seeing them drinking tea, Huang Quan Wentian frowned again, "Why are you all so particular about it? When you drink tea, you end up drinking tea just like other people eating. You eat slowly. You really have no appetite."
The gray-robed old monk smiled softly and said, "Donor, sometimes, fast is slow, but slow is not necessarily slow. In this world, we have no desires or desires, so why do we need to be superficially fast?"
"Well, fast means slow. That makes sense. I, Huang Quan Wentian, propose a toast to you."
This afternoon was spent with a few people talking, laughing and having tea. It was not a big fuss as expected, but calm. Abbot Huide in the temple also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Amitabha."
Seeing that it was getting dark, Huang Quan Wentian stood up and stretched his muscles, "Hahaha, thank you so much for your honest talk today. I didn't expect that I would sit down and chat all afternoon. It's really a strange thing in the world.
There’s everything!”
"Donor Huang Quan is a leader in the art of swordsmanship in the world. It is an opportunity for us to discuss the art of swordsmanship with you."
"In my place, you only believe in yourself and don't believe in fate. There is no need to talk about this. But today I have learned something, so I will leave first and go back to sleep. Someone should come to see me tomorrow. By then, maybe
I still have to pick it up here for you to use."
"Amitabha, the battle between two masters of swordsmanship is admired by everyone in the world. We have no choice but to watch the sword and cultivate our minds."
"Hahaha, I'm going to go too!"
With another burst of energy, his body flew away like a flying sword, heading straight for the Zen Temple.
"Amitabha, in the realm where man and sword are united, Huang Quan Donor's sword heart is already invincible."
"If we fight tomorrow, I'm afraid a lot of things in the back mountain will be destroyed."
"It's okay for me to wait, just plant slowly."
It was another refreshing day, and the air in the mountain was fresh. When I saw the abbot coming out of Qianxun's mother and daughter's room, I took two steps forward and asked, "How are you doing?"
Abbot Huide was a little tired, but he was also happy, "Amitabha, Miss Qianxun's meridians are not seriously damaged. It is far from the level of His Highness Huai Wang. I can cure it, but the Yi Jin Jing still needs to be repaired."
You have to learn martial arts, otherwise even if you succeed, you may not be able to learn martial arts again."
"This girl is extremely talented. Her father taught her that she is devoted to swordsmanship. It would be a pity not to learn swordsmanship."
"Donor Bai has been persuading her. Although her temper is a bit stubborn, things have turned around. Donor Huangquan is not too worried. I will leave first."
"Abbott, walk slowly."
Just after everyone had eaten the vegetarian meal, a white rainbow emerged from the sky
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Up and down, the clouds in the blue sky are vast and mighty, like the water of a river pouring out, and the gods are leaving.
Among the white rainbow, an old man in a blue mandarin jacket walked out, with a wine gourd on his waist, and an unsheathed iron sword dangling on the other side.
"Bai Jingtian, you are indeed here!"
Looking at Huang Quan Wentian's appearance, the old man with the wine gourd also laughed loudly. His laughter startled the birds on the tree and dispersed one after another. It also shocked the mountain stream, causing ripples of water. It also shocked the eminent monk in the back mountain, who even blinked.
not see.
"Huang Quan Wentian, you are getting old."
"Bullshit, aren't you old?"
"Me? I'm just old, but my heart has never grown old. At least, I can still hold a sword."
As he said this, he shook the iron sword on his waist as a demonstration, as if he was mocking the old man opposite who only had a walking stick.
"Hahaha, just for your broken sword, why don't you change your name? What's the name Jingtian? Do you shock this God?"
"Whether you are shocked or not is not a matter of words, nor is it your decision. However, I am quite curious. You have been injured for more than 20 years, so why do you feel that your cultivation has not improved?"
"Retreat? I'm a swordsman who can only move forward, never retreat! You're talking nonsense, you can't fight!"
Bai Jingtian opened his blue mandarin jacket and threw it away. The hot breath on the clothes exploded and moved against the wind in the air, as if he was witnessing the arrival of this shocking battle.
"It's been thirty years, then let me see your sword again!"
The wine gourd floated to a bluestone platform and stood there. An old man in white flew into the sky. In his hand was the unsheathed iron sword, which looked a little rusty.
Huang Quan Wentian laughed loudly, and flew the crutch in his hand towards the old man in white. He was hit back by a sword on the way, and the old man in green clothes jumped into the air and caught it, reaching the same height as the old man in white.
The people in the Shaolin below all looked up at them. When watching the sword, no one said anything, they all looked at it with their hearts.
Qianxun and the others walked out of the room and happened to see the two of them fighting in the sky.
"Mom, will grandpa Shizu win?"
Bai Suxuan came to the yard with the Tianya Sword, smiled softly, and said to her daughter: "Of course you can win, that's your grandpa, haven't you always wanted to learn the swordsmanship of your grandpa? Take a good look, and say
Maybe tomorrow I will be able to hear the Tao and enter the Tao."
On the mountain road, many pilgrims were watching. When they saw two black spots entering the sky, they covered their mouths and exclaimed. Among them, there were many warriors who had followed Bai Jingtian's sword energy from afar, and some had other thoughts.
people, but at this moment, everyone has only one idea, and that is to watch the sword.
The world of swordsmanship has always been the guide of the martial arts world. Every sect and sect has its disciples who practice swordsmanship. All the great swordsmen are famous all over the world, and everyone admires them. The sword is the king of a hundred weapons, and so is the swordsman.
What warriors pursue.
Fifty years ago, in this world of swordsmanship, two amazingly talented people appeared, as if they suddenly appeared out of thin air, and seemed to be a gift from heaven. The two of them had mutual successes and losses, so it was difficult to distinguish between them, so naturally there was no competition.
He won the first place. In that battle thirty years ago, it can be said that one person and one sword sealed the swordsmanship in this world, and no one can surpass it.
However, later on, one man conquered the world with his sword and became the swordsman that everyone gave a thumbs up. He broke the rumor that had destroyed the will of the swordsman. How amazing! From then on, maybe the old man in green was everyone's favorite.
In my mind, he is the best in swordsmanship in the world.