Chapter 107 Bashan Xiao Gu, Returning to the Wind and Dancing Willow
There are seven most famous sects in the world: Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, Huashan, Diancang and Hainan Sword Sect.
However, there were only two swordsmen among them who could be noticed by Lin Tianheng, Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei Sect, and Taoist Su Laomu of the Wudang Sect.
Dugu Yihe led his art into Emei, and then opened and closed it widely, strong and fierce, integrating it into Emei's exquisite and unique swordsmanship, and created the unique move "Sword Double Kill Seven Seven and Forty-Nine Styles", which can be used with a knife,
You can also use a sword, which is a unique skill in the world.
Mu Tao Ren is the number one elder in Wudang, and Wudang leader Shi Yan even calls him uncle. He is highly respected and senior. Although he claims to be "the best in Go, the second in poetry and wine, and the third in swordsmanship", his swordsmanship is by no means inferior.
Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixuexia used the "Liangyi Divine Sword" superbly.
On the surface, Mu Taoren is a prostitute, but in reality he is extremely forbearing. In order to regain his position as the head of Wudang, he secretly established a large hidden force called "Ghost Villa". He wanders around in the world and is hard to find. Even Gongsun Lan doesn't know who he is.
Where are you.
In comparison, Dugu Yihe, who had been visiting the Xuanzhen Temple in Mount Emei, was easier to find. Lin Tianheng, who had never been to Emei, immediately decided to go there.
According to Gongsun Lan's information, Shangguan Feiyan should still be her eldest son in Red Shoes at this time, and has not had any interaction with Lu Xiaofeng, so there is still some time before Dugu Yihe is plotted by him to die under Ximen Chuixue's sword.
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Therefore, Lin Tianheng was not in a hurry, but took Lin Ziqing to travel as much as possible. After all, even a genius cannot practice martial arts all day long, and it is necessary to increase his knowledge.
It was Lin Ziqing's first time to go on such a long trip, so she was very excited. She traveled around the mountains and rivers, stopped and went, occasionally punished rapes and eliminated evil, and dealt with the various green forest bandits, which made her very happy.
Lin Ziqing's martial arts progress was so rapid that Lin Tianheng was a little frightened. He even suspected that this girl could directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into internal power. Otherwise, her rapid progress would not be explained at all. A genius who can attract the attention of the system cannot be judged by common sense.
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Along the way, winter passes and spring comes.
Lin Ziqing's not only increased her skill, but the murderous aura in her sword became more fierce as it continued to be stained with blood. When facing people other than Lin Tianheng, her whole body seemed to have turned into a cold and sharp sword.
Lin Tianheng didn't think there was anything wrong, and even helped Lin Ziqing buy a set of snow-white clothes, which made her feel more like an aloof swordsman.
Spring night, spring rain, Bashan.
The lonely mountains, the sloping stone paths, and the moss marks like splashing ink, have buried the past of many heroes.
When passing by Bashan, Lin Tianheng suddenly remembered a peerless swordsman whose dragon had never seen its end, Gu Daoren of the Bashan Sword Sect.
Gu Daoren has never officially appeared, but he has left behind one good story after another in the world of all ages. He is a top swordsman living in legend.
The "Seven Seven Forty-nine Hands Hui Feng Wu Liu Sword" created by Gu Daoren is not only known as the three major swordsmanship of Xuanmen together with Wudang's "Liangyi Divine Sword" and Kunlun's "Flying Dragon Dajiu Style", but also later
It has become the benchmark against which contemporary peerless swordsmen should be measured in the hearts of warriors, and there seems to be a tendency to become a sword unit.
As long as you are the top swordsman in the world, your swordsmanship must be superior to this set of swordsmanship, otherwise you would not be considered a peerless master!
But now that he is here, Lin Tianheng naturally wants to see the Bashan Sword School created by this legendary swordsman.
In the vast misty clouds and night rain, at the end of the stone path, there is a Taoist temple. The incense has been extinct for a long time, and the traces of people are also gone. The thunder sword energy of the past has not been seen again for an unknown period of time.
This Taoist temple was originally a holy place in the hearts of young people obsessed with swords, but now it has fallen into desolation. All that is left are some mythical legends and a sword mark on the moss.
However, when Lin Tianheng and Lin Ziqing arrived, there was still a neatly groomed, middle-aged Taoist with white face and slight beard standing in front of the Taoist temple. He stood under the umbrella, staring at the dilapidated Taoist temple from a distance, and he seemed to be filled with sadness in his heart.
"Since the world-famous Bashan swordsman Gu Taoren disappeared, few people here have come to remember the past. Especially on such a rainy night, I didn't expect to meet one tonight." The Taoist sighed, with a rather serious tone in his tone.
There is a sense of relief.
After saying that, the Taoist turned around, but when he saw Lin Tianheng and Lin Ziqing holding an umbrella together, his expression suddenly changed, because he only heard a light footsteps, but saw two
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In this gloomy rainy night, even encountering ghosts and spirits in the mountains is probably not completely impossible. However, the Taoist knows extremely well that what he is facing is not the ghosts and evil spirits in the stories about ghosts and monsters, but the ghosts and evil spirits in the fairy tales.
He is a living master, a peerless master.
For a moment, the sound of rain hitting the umbrella in the Taoist's ears seemed to disappear completely. At this time, he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat, a strong heartbeat.
"Who are you?" Lin Tianheng spoke first, breaking the silence of the rainy night.
"I am the current head of the Bashan Sword Sect. I wonder if you two are here late at night on important matters." The Taoist said with a slight salute.
"It turns out to be Bashan Xiao Gu." Lin Tianheng nodded gently, "That's just right. I believe you must be proficient in the Hui Feng Dancing Willow Sword Technique."
"I know a little bit about it," said Little Gu Daoren.
Since the death of Taoist Gu, most of his disciples have dispersed, leaving only the Gu family and the Liu family. The disciples of the two lines have different divisions of labor, and together they have built the Bashan Sword Sect today.
Gu Daoren's descendants inherit the position of head hereditary, but most of them are responsible for managing the mineral industry of the Bashan Sword Sect and generating revenue for the sect. The real swordsmanship masters belong to the Liu family who specialize in swordsmanship. Among them, Liu is the leader.
Chengfeng's "Seven Seven Forty-nine Hands Hui Feng Wu Liu Sword" may not be ranked first in the world, but it will not be outside the top five.
Although Taoist Xiao Gu's swordsmanship is not as famous as Liu Chengfeng's, he is still ranked among the top five in the Bashan Sword Sect, which is impressive enough.
"Zi Qing, let's go." With that said, Lin Tianheng handed the umbrella to Lin Ziqing, and he himself held up an invisible air shield to protect him from wind and rain.
"Please." Lin Ziqing walked up to Mr. Gu and uttered one word coldly.
Even though it was spring, little Taoist Gu still felt a chill for no reason. He would never underestimate Lin Ziqing, who was more than a head shorter than him, because in his eyes, Lin Ziqing did not seem to be a young and petite girl.
Rather, it is a supreme sword that is being launched.
Lin Ziqing does not have a magic sword in her hand, she only has a wooden sword!
The wooden sword was unsheathed, silently, and the sword thrust out as delicately as a startled giant.
The oil-paper umbrella fell, and the warm spring rain immediately wetted Lin Ziqing's long skirt, but she didn't care. It seemed that only her opponent, Xiao Taoist, was left in her eyes, and nothing else could distract her in the slightest.
Like a sword!
"Qiang!" Little Taoist Gu's sword was also unsheathed, and the flashing sword light was actually green. It was the blade that Mr. Gu had used back then, Green Willow.
Taoist Xiao Gu brought this sword today just to pay homage to his ancestors. He never thought that he would use it against the enemy. Because he relied on the strength of the weapon, he was a little helpless when facing Lin Ziqing's wooden sword.
But soon he no longer dared to shrink back, because he already felt the tremendous pressure, the endless pressure brought by Lin Ziqing's sword.
Little Taoist Gu never thought that one day his sword power would be suppressed by a little girl, as if he was in a strange dream.
'Is there anyone in the world who is more favored by swordsmanship than Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue...' Little Taoist Gu couldn't think about it anymore, because at this time he had to use "Seven Seven Forty-nine Hands to Return to the Wind Dance"
Liu Jian" to deal with Lin Ziqing's fierce offensive.
Taoist Xiao Gu unfolded his sword, and the sword energy overflowed. Combined with the green sword light, it was like a willow dancing in the wind.
The changes in Lin Ziqing's sword moves were extremely cunning, and each time they struck little Taoist Gu in unexpected places. Although the energy attached to it was not very strong, its lethality could not be underestimated.
With all his hands outstretched, Little Taoist Gu could not do anything to get Lin Ziqing, and he did not even touch the opponent's wooden sword. He was really frustrated.
Just when Little Taoist Gu was about to use his skills to overwhelm others because of his face, a huge pressure swept from all directions, interrupting the operation of his skills.
"Stop." Lin Tianheng's light words came, immediately interrupting the fight between the two. These words seemed to have some magic power. As soon as they were spoken, all the sword energy and sword power in the field dissipated in an instant.
The rainy night once again fell into endless calm, with only the rustling sound of rain hitting the leaves, peaceful and beautiful.