Dark clouds were threatening to overwhelm the city, and the calm before the chaos was suffocating. Huangshan had been in fear for days. Faced with the coming bloody storm, he had the courage and determination to die for it, but he was not so equal at all.
The strength of the Jianghu people who came to Yunnan were all outstanding top masters, and now he had no other choice but to practice the sword techniques left to him by his master.
On this day, I was practicing swordplay. Suddenly, a monk from Dangshan Temple came to report to Wei Yuehua, saying that Wei Zheng was seriously injured and wanted to invite Wei Yuehua to go to Dangshan Temple. Huangshan was surprised. Although Wei Zheng was young, his martial arts was outstanding.
Not just anyone in the world could hurt him. How could he be seriously injured? Who did it?
Wei Yuehua was extremely anxious and could not delay for a moment, so she quickly begged Huang Shan to go with her. Wei Zheng was injured, and Huang Shan did not care about sword practice, so he and Wei Yuehua hurried to Dangshan Temple.
Coming out of the city, the two of them walked at high speed for several hours. Just before noon, they saw a man on the side of the road. This man was dressed in ragged clothes, wearing a straw hat on his head, and a huge wine gourd hanging around his waist.
, was half lying on the road singing some drunken songs.
Looking from Huangshan Mountain, I saw this man singing with an iron sword on his pillow: "Floating life is full of hardships, grievances and grudges are self-evident. A sword reaches across the sky, and the sea and rivers are clear. The sun and moon are clearly divided, and the worldly names are dim. Who sings to cheer up, gourd
The wine hasn’t stopped yet.”
It turned out to be a drunken and singing swordsman. Huangshan was afraid of startling the horse and stepped on this man, so he quickly slowed down his pace and walked cautiously past the man.
"Young master, you are in a hurry. Do you know whether it is a blessing or a curse to go here?"
When Huangshan heard the man's sudden words, he looked back and stopped his horse and asked: "Sir, are you talking to a junior?"
The man lazily raised his eyelids, yawned and said: "There are only three people riding two horses here, and the girl is very worried. Can't I talk to the wandering ghosts?"
Seeing that this man was weird, Huangshan didn't want to talk to him at first, and he was in a hurry. But when he heard this man talking like this, he instantly became interested.
"Mr. drunkenly sang while leaning on his sword. Could it be that he knew that this junior was going to live a happy life, and was waiting for him specially?"
The man turned around, supported himself with his left hand, and smiled with interest: "You young man, why are you so strange? What does it have to do with you talking to yourself here?"
Only then did Huang Shan see this man's true face: Although his face was dirty, he could tell that he was once a handsome, handsome man, although his behavior was a bit absurd.
"There is a resting pavilion a few miles ahead. It doesn't seem right for you to lie down on the road. Why not go to the pavilion to rest? If your feet are tired, I can give the horse to you."
Huangshan dismounted and handed the reins to the man. The man looked at him thoughtfully, took the reins without saying thanks, jumped on the horse, and galloped away.
"This is really a weirdo." Huangshan smiled and shook his head. Wei Yuehua felt sorry for Huangshan and couldn't bear him walking on foot, so they rode a horse together and drove away.
The horse was galloping, the wind was whistling in the ears, and Wei Yuehua's raised hair was scattered messily on Huangshan's face, tickling. Huangshan smelled the fragrance of the hair, and couldn't help but lean his hands on Wei Yuehua's waist.
Come on. Wei Yuehua's delicate body trembled. Although the two of them were in love with each other, this was the first time they had such close contact and such bold moves in Huangshan.
Wei Yuehua blushed
, at this time, her eyes began to become confused and fascinated, and her breathing gradually became heavier. The fragrance of boys and girls, along with the jolting of the horse, became charming and restless.
"Yuehua, you are so beautiful."
Huangshan's affectionate low call soon received Wei Yuehua's response. Wei Yuehua felt the soft voice next to his ear, followed by a wisp of fragrance, blowing into his auricle, and then drilled from the auricle,
Get into your heart. At this time, it is an extremely sweet feeling, and it is also an extremely wonderful feeling.
However, not far away in front of him, two fighting figures broke this beautiful scene. Huangshan's heart tightened because he saw his horse standing on the roadside, and the two people not far away were the real weirdo just now.
, and the other one turned out to be Yang Fu. Wei Yuehua and Huang Shan felt a little angry at the sudden fight, and two of them were their acquaintances, so Huang Shan decided to dismount and see what happened.
Huang Shan patted Wei Yuehua's shoulder lightly, then jumped off his horse and came to the two of them, but Huang Shan was shocked to see the scene of the two fighting.
Yang Fu's palm skills are sometimes sharp and fierce, sometimes feminine and graceful, and his movement skills are almost completely irrelevant to his body shape. Yang Fu is slightly fat, but he is as light as a swallow. At the same time, every palm he swings out looks careless.
, in fact, it is to recruit the enemy first.
The strange man's swordsmanship is not weak at all. An iron sword in his hand really has the effect of shaking mountains and rivers. The iron sword in the strange man's hand is sometimes light, sometimes powerful and domineering, sometimes swallowing mountains and rivers, and sometimes like a ghost.
Weeping, people can't help but marvel at it, and they are still lingering in it. Although the moves are all killing moves, they look as beautiful as a dance.
Huang Shan was in a daze, looking at the weirdo's sword skills and couldn't help but be fascinated by them. The elegant sword skills, the perfect combination of footwork and body skills made Huang Shan mesmerized.
When the weirdo was fighting, he turned around and saw Huang Shan standing aside. He seemed to have some enlightenment and quickly changed his sword technique. This sword technique was more powerful, but to an outsider, this sword technique looked like that of an old lady.
It was like swinging a fly swatter, without any structure or force. At the same time, looking at Yang Fu, with this set of swordsmanship, it became more and more difficult to fight.
"The white horse is decorated with golden fetters, galloping to the northwest. May I ask who's son, You and the knight-errant. Controlling the string to break the ground on the left, sending out the right branch to destroy the moon. Raising the hand to catch the flying scorpion. Leaning down to loosen the horse's hooves, he is more agile than an ape, and he is as brave as a monkey.
Leopard Chi."
While wielding his sword, the weirdo sang "The White Horse" by Cao Zijian. Following the verses, Huangshan finally discovered the subtlety of this weirdo's sword use. The moment of enlightenment will make people feel suddenly enlightened. Huangshan is now in a moment of enlightenment.
When he had an epiphany, it benefited from his understanding of swords and his understanding of knights.
"Sir, you have such exquisite swordsmanship. Let the younger generation learn from you."
Huang Shan was very excited. What he wanted to know most at the moment was how far his swordsmanship could reach after he suddenly became enlightened. Yang Fu was Dian Cang Qi Yin and his best friend, so Huang Shan couldn't wait to compete with this weirdo.
High or low.
There was a clear whistle, and Huangshan rushed in with his sword, stabbing the weirdo with his sword straight. The weirdo walked away without any fuss, and at the same time, an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Yang Fu took advantage of the situation and jumped out of the circle, like a man who had nothing to do.
He crossed his arms and watched the two fighting with a smile.
Wei Yuehua, on the other hand, was so anxious that he kept cursing in his heart: "What a shame!"
Yang Fu, after all, is also one of the senior masters of Diancang Qiyin. My brother Shan came to help you when he saw that you couldn't beat him. It's better for you to just watch them fight like a normal person. How shameless."
But thinking about it, Wei Yuehua didn't say it out loud after all, he just had a look of displeasure on his face. Yang Fu, however, focused all his attention on the scene where the two were fighting. How could he have time to care about Wei Yuehua's expression?
Huangshan forced the monster away with a sword, then turned around, and the sword surged in like a torrent of river water. At the same time, his steps and swordsmanship became more integrated, and he became more comfortable in using them. Even some of the moves that he had practiced hard but couldn't get right, actually came out.
He was also able to use it. Huangshan was overjoyed, but he couldn't bear to hurt the weirdo, so every time he drew his sword, there was a constraint, and the strength would often be withdrawn very quickly.
The weirdo jumped away and said: "Young man, it is really gratifying to have such understanding. You don't have to hold back, just be bold and use your full strength, you can't be hurt."
Huangshan blushed for a while. What he had learned from the weirdo was to be used on the weirdo. This was unjustifiable and unbearable.
"Sir, to be honest, my swordsmanship is superb, and I have benefited this junior a lot just now. It's just that Mr. Yang is my best friend, so I have no choice but to offend you. I hope you can stop. You and Mr. Yang just saw if there was any misunderstanding.
I am willing to act as a mediator between you, regardless of my abilities."
That weirdo didn't care if he didn't hear Huang Shan's words. As soon as he heard Huang Shan's words, his face immediately darkened and he shouted in a low voice: "You are the only one who has the qualifications to reconcile me and him? You have good teeth, just let me see you."
How much have you grown?"
As soon as the strange man finished speaking, the Iron Sword came towards him. The strange man's sword moves were not fast, but they invisibly put endless pressure on Huangshan. Under the sword's power, Huangshan suddenly felt an air current that was suppressing him and followed the sword.
An attack came. He instinctively raised his sword to block, but found that under such a sword force, he was much slower to even attack.
Huangshan Dahao, how could this happen? But at least he reacted quickly, and then slowed down his sword moves. Following the noble man's rhythm, it became much smoother. But in this way, he could only follow the weird man's rhythm, which was completely unacceptable.
Trapped in passivity.
However, it seems that this weirdo does not want to fight to the point of life or death. Instead, he will slow down and withdraw his sword at the right time every time. In this way, Huangshan not only does not have to worry about his life, but also in the weirdo's life.
With the rhythm, the swordsmanship became more and more smooth.
In this way, after more than two hundred moves, Huang Shan's swordsmanship became smoother and smoother, and occasionally there would be sword movements that resisted the weird sword moves. At this time, Yang Fu suddenly took action, and saw Yang Fu slowly breaking into the circle of the two sword moves.
, raised his flesh palm and struck towards the weirdo head on.
The weirdo quickly stopped, jumped a few steps away and said with a smile: "You are right, this young man really has no intention of being extraordinary. It is already very rare to be able to understand and apply what he has learned in such a short period of time.
Talents are coming out, and it’s time for us old men to enjoy peace and happiness.”
Yang Fu cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Why, the Qinglian Sword, which is so proud of the world, would also feel this way?"
Huangshan looked puzzled, so they two knew each other? And it seemed that the relationship between the two of them was not bad, so why were they fighting here again? Qinglian Sword, Qinglian Sword, could he be Qinglian Sword Zhang Jibai?