Chapter 9 Chapter Eight Decision
The Tai'an Temple on the back mountain of Qingcheng is just behind Weijiang Town. It was built in the Tang Dynasty. It is an ancient temple with a history of hundreds of years. There are three large arches on the front of the treasure hall. There are countless towering old trees, magnificent and ancient.
In the past few days, the tragedy of the Qingcheng faction occurred. Every family in Weijiang Township at the foot of the mountain closed their doors, and the atmosphere was chilling;
Maybe it was because of the sound of the crutch leaning on the ground step by step, when Yan Heng arrived, Song Li was already standing outside the temple waiting for him.
Song Li's appearance seemed to be thinner than before, with a serious expression.She was wrapped in snow-white fox fur, which was brought by the townspeople from the house behind the "Xuanmenshe" for her.
The sun was slanting to the west, and the yellow sunset cast on her face through the leaves.The open space was cold and silent, and Song Li stood in front of the temple, as if carrying an aura that didn't belong to the world.
Without saying a word, Yan Heng threw down his crutches and stepped forward to hold Song Li's hands.As soon as she touched her, she felt her soft and boneless little hands were as cold as snow.
"Are you... sick?" Yan Heng asked with concern.
Song Li just shook her head.Seeing that Yan Heng was still alive, her face was not the slightest bit excited.
"Where's Xiaoying? Have you seen him?"
Song Li blinked her eyelashes lightly, then said quietly: "He left. Leave me alone and leave."
Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Yan Heng had the urge to hug her delicate body into his arms.But he was just speechless, and continued to hold her hands tightly, hoping to comfort her with the warmth of his palms.
If you are in Qingcheng Mountain on weekdays, shaking hands like this is already beyond the norm.But now, no one will punish them anymore.
Yan Heng thought to himself: Where did Hou Yingzhi go?
Since Hou Yingzhi is only a "disciple of training", his name is not listed in the "Guiyuan Hall", and the Wudang faction has publicly announced that he will not harm him; Song Li said "he is gone", which means that he did not participate in the teaching that day In the scuffle on the field, Pai died on the spot.Since nothing happened, why didn't you stay and take care of Song Li?
—Is he looking for me?
Thinking that Hou Yingzhi was still alive, Yan Heng felt a little relieved.If you find him, there will be at least one more Qingcheng sect fellow in the world, and no matter what you plan to do in the future, there will be one more person to discuss with.
"Xiao Liu..." Song Li called out to him.
Hearing her call him this old name, Yan Heng's heart warmed up.
"What's the matter?"
"Xiao Liu... us... the two of us, what should we do in the future?"
Yan Heng was speechless.
He already knew that Song Li would definitely ask this question.On the way to Tai'an Temple, it's not like he didn't think about how to answer in advance.But he still couldn't think of an answer.
A gust of winter wind blew by, and the shadows of the leaves swayed on both of them for a while.Then there was silence in front of the temple again.
It was as if there were only the two of them left in the world.
Song Li suddenly threw herself into Yan Heng's arms, hugging his body tightly.
"Now I'm alone with you...I'm so scared...so scared..."
Yan Heng's heart was beating wildly.The small and soft body was suddenly pressed against him so tightly, and her rapid and warm breathing felt even more in his chest.Originally, her hug touched his sore spot again, but he completely forgot about the pain.
She raised her head, looking straight at him with thick eyelashes.
At Yan Heng's age, of course, it's not that he never thought about whether he likes Xiaoli or not.On the mountain, he often couldn't tell whether the intimacy he felt for her was admiration, or just the friendship of growing up together.What's more, Yanheng felt that Xiaoli was always close to Hou Yingzhi, she listened to Xiaoying in everything, and seemed to admire him... Every time he thought of this, he would not allow himself to dream anymore, and would rather be alone. Falling into the path of the sword...
——That's why Xiaoli often made fun of me as a "sword idiot"...
However, being hugged tightly by Xiaoli at this moment, the wonderful feeling is very real.It is also very clear.
Unconsciously, Yan Heng hugged Song Li's back with both hands.He became hot all over.
He could also feel that her body was also warming up.
Song Li raised her head, and kissed Yan Heng's neck with her soft lips.He felt all the blood in his body rushing.
In an instant, all the sorrows I have encountered in the past two days, like Xi Tui, suddenly retreated far, far away, and I can no longer feel it.
He lowered his head and unconsciously pressed his lips against her cheek.She immediately became nervous, and her warm exhalation was in his ear, which made him even more excited.
"It's just the two of us..." Song Li said with her teary eyes closed. "Only the two of us survived."
Her hands moved up from his waist and wrapped around his back.
But he touched the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" on his back.
"Don't use the sword anymore." Song Li said in a soft voice like a dream. "We go to a place where no one will ever find us. There we can live like ordinary people..."
Yan Heng's body suddenly became stiff.
——Live like an ordinary person...
This was the most sensible choice.And when such a poor and lovely Song Li was hugging her tightly, Yan Heng had no reason to refuse.
But there are some things in the world, only when you hold them tightly in your arms can you clearly confirm what it means to you.
- This is not what I want.
He seemed to hear Xi Zhaoping's voice ringing in his ears:
——"Shouldn't warriors be like this?"
Intense sadness and anger hit like a tide again.
Then the words of Jing Chi:
——"Not everyone in the world has a reason to practice martial arts."
Yan Heng's chest seemed to be stuck with a huge thing, which was burning hot.
His heart has never been so clear and thorough in seventeen years.He saw his real self.
Xiaoli immediately felt his body stiffen.She pushed him away a little, looking straight into his eyes.
"You..." Song Li's lips were trembling. "You're still thinking about revenge."
"Little Pear..."
"Don't call me!" Song Li pushed Yan Heng away.
He suffers.It's not just the injured rib that hurts.
"Do you still want to fight those people?" Song Li shouted with a hoarse voice. "Avenging those horrible creatures? What's wrong with your head?"
"I know this is a very difficult thing." Yan Heng grabbed her hand. "But……"
"Don't touch me!" Song Li threw his hand away. "Don't touch me with your sword hand! I know, it's the sword! The sword makes you all crazy! Is martial arts really that good? What's the use of it other than beating and killing people? You martial arts practitioners have done a lot What? Farmers, pig raisers, and artisans are all better than you! They feed people anyway! What about you? What did you do? So many people died, and you still don’t understand? You idiot !"
Yan Heng closed his eyes, silently bearing the scolding.
He could smell Song Li's body fragrance on his clothes.
But this fragrance couldn't extinguish the flame that ignited in his heart.
"I am the last 'Taoist Disciple' of the Qingcheng Sect." Yan Heng said solemnly. "If even I give up on taking back this breath, it means that all the things that the Qingcheng faction has passed down for hundreds of years are all from the Baijiao. The Qingcheng faction has never existed in the world. If you want me to just quietly Go away, I can't. I'll never have peace of mind in my life."
"I don't want to listen!" Song Li covered her ears and cried, "I hate you all! I hate all the people who practice martial arts! What Wudang faction, Qingcheng faction, my father, my elder brother, and you! I hate them all! Hate! I will never see you again!"
She yelled and turned around and ran into the temple gate.
Yan Heng looked at her back reluctantly.Until she disappeared in the depths of the Buddhist temple.
He couldn't forget the soft touch of that hug.He deeply knew how important he had given up.
But he knew that he couldn't chase after him.
He has made up his mind.
With two swords on her back, Yan Heng didn't pick up the branch crutch again, endured the pain in her waist and ribs, and left Tai'an Temple in the dusk step by step.Didn't look back.
The fate of blood and steel has already unfolded before him.
"Brother Jiang, that kid is still following behind." A Wudang disciple said. Jiang Yunlan looked back.At the end of the Wudang Expeditionary Army, the figure in Tsing Yi was still following dozens of steps away. It was following, not following—the man had no intention of concealing his existence. The team is walking on the post road to Chuanzhong at the moment.Except for a bamboo sedan chair and a mule cart in front, the other 30 people were on foot.There was not enough time to practice martial arts during the trip, so they used long walks to keep in shape. Only the deputy head, Ye Chenyuan, rode the sedan chair alone.After the dangerous battle with He Zisheng the day before yesterday, his vitality has not yet fully recovered. On the mule cart was the body of Xi Zhaoping, the only person in the Wudang team who could not walk.The body was preserved with salt, but I am afraid it is impossible to bring it back to Wudang Mountain in its entirety.Jiang Yunlan decided to cremate him tomorrow. Jiang Yunlan glanced at the follower behind him again. It's been a whole day and night, and that guy probably hasn't even taken a sip of water. He stretched out his hand and shouted, ordering the procession to stop. Looking at the back again, the man also stopped far away. Jiang Yunlan walked to the side of the sedan chair, and said through the bamboo curtain, "Deputy head, he's still here." Ye Chenyuan in the sedan chair responded slightly. "Should... kill him?" Jiang Yunlan asked for instructions after thinking for a while. There was silence in the sedan chair for a while.Then Ye Chenyuan said: "Call him over." Jiang Yunlan nodded.He gave instructions to the disciples behind him. The disciple brought the unkempt young boy in the green robe to the sedan chair. It was Hou Yingzhi.Although he was tired and hungry, there was still a stubborn fighting spirit in his eyes.The blunt iron sword of the Qingcheng School is still stuck in his waist.The Wudang elite disciples around him also snickered when they saw his virtue. Ye Chenyuan pushed aside the curtain and stepped out of the sedan chair.There is no sword in hand. His eyes with spell tattoos below his belly looked down at Hou Yingzhi who was slightly shorter than him. "What do you want?" Ye Chenyuan spread his arms, his chest completely defenseless. "Want revenge?" Hou Yingzhi looked directly at Ye Chenyuan for a while.Then he lowered his head, slowly pulled out the blunt iron sword from his belt, knelt down on both knees, and raised the sword above his head with both hands, as if to offer it to Ye Chenyuan. "Please accept me, Hou Yingzhi, as a disciple of the Wudang School." The surrounding Wudang people immediately talked about it.Ye Chenyuan raised his hand to calm them down. "You don't hate us?" Ye Chenyuan's sharp eyes were directed at Hou Yingzhi.Under such gaze, it is impossible to lie. "I really hated it very much at first." Hou Yingzhi replied. "I have lived in Qingcheng Mountain for almost seven years. They are like my relatives. But I have already figured it out when I saw the duel that day." "What did you figure out?" Jiang Yunlan next to him asked with great interest. "Practicing martial arts is not about embroidery and weaving." Hou Yingzhi said. "A martial arts school is not just a family. A school is a group of people who worship martial arts gathered together to pursue the way of the strong. This is the soul of a warrior. Without this spirit, there is no such thing as a martial arts school. I will not go to Mount Qingcheng either." Jiang Yunlan was surprised.He looked at Ye Chenyuan.Ye Chenyuan was obviously listening carefully. "The weak lose, the strong win - warriors should obey this principle. Otherwise, it's better to go home and embroider. The defeat of the Qingcheng faction has no one to blame. Just as Senior Ye said that day: It's just that we didn't teach much. What a holy thing." Hou Yingzhi has clearly made up his mind to call his former teacher by his name so directly. "I joined the Qingcheng faction because they promised that as long as I have talent and work hard, they will train me to be a strong person." Hou Yingzhi continued. "But looking at the results, they let me down. I saw people stronger than them. I swore to myself that I would become a real strong person. Just like you. Then the best way is to join Be one of you." Ye Chenyuan thought for a while. "What if I refuse to accept you?" "Then I will go to Wudang Mountain by myself and ask the head of your family again." Hou Yingzhi said firmly. Ye Chenyuan remained silent for a while, then looked at Jiang Yunlan. Jiang Yunlan nodded and smiled. ——Hey, this kid... Ye Chenyuan reached out and took off Hou Yingzhi's iron sword. The sword vibrated and landed on Hou Yingzhi's forehead. Although it is a blunt sword without a sharp edge, in Ye Chenyuan's hands, how is it different from a real sword? "I tell you in advance that being a disciple of the Wudang Sect is not fun. Practicing martial arts in Wudang Mountain is not like the sissy way you used to play. You have to think that you are dead first. Also, the future Wudang Sect will be everywhere. Enemy." When Hou Yingzhi heard it, he was not in the slightest frightened, but his eyes showed excitement. "Very well," he replied. Ye Chenyuan rarely smiled.But at this moment he actually burst out laughing. With a wave of his wrist, the blunt iron sword of the Qingcheng faction flew away, fell into the deep valley beside the road, and disappeared.
The morning sun sprinkled on the surface of the Nawei River, reflecting a little bit of golden light.The mountains and forests around the town blow bursts of cool air with the fragrance of wood leaves, which inhales into the nose, making people feel refreshed and full of vitality. Jing Li used the oars as a shoulder pole, hung a burden on his left shoulder, and still carried three weapons on his back and belt. He walked on a small chain bridge across the river, humming what he learned from the southern sea island. Weird tunes, striding across the bridge.The strings of exotic ornaments on the chest swayed with the footsteps. After crossing the bridge, Jing Li walked up the path by the river, passing rows of houses. At this time, he saw two figures waiting for him at the entrance of an alley. It's Yan Heng.With him was Huang Erji, the carpenter who helped bury Qingcheng Swordsman yesterday. Yan Heng hangs the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Swords" behind his back: the long "dragon spine" hangs obliquely on his back, and the hilt protrudes from his right shoulder;Both swords have newly made rough scabbards, which are actually just two long pieces of wood tightly wound with fine hemp rope, which Huang Erji hastily made for him last night. Yan Heng had already changed into a clean and tidy blue-dyed cloth robe, woven with dark flowers and wishful cloud patterns, the wristbands and leggings were tied with cloth belts, and a pair of straw sandals were also new.Her hair was combed into a neat bun, and she was holding a bamboo hat for traveling.The whole body looks refreshed. When Jing Li saw Yan Heng's expression, he knew that he had an extra companion from then on. "How much silver do you have?" Yan Heng asked in the first sentence. Jing Li scratched his braided long hair, then put down his oars, searched in the baggage for a while, and pulled out a large pile of money.Among them were only three five taels of silver ingots, the rest were broken silver, and there were two strings of copper coins. Yan Heng took it, and only returned the string of copper coins to Jing Lie, and the rest of the silver to Huang Erji. "Take good care of her." Yan Heng said. "Young man, there's no need... It's fine without these, our town, thanks to the kindness of the Qingcheng faction..." "Take it." Yan Heng said and pushed the money back to Huang Erji.His voice was different from yesterday.It was even different from when he went down the mountain to the "Wuli Wang Pavilion" a few days ago. ——There is the majesty of a swordsman in it. As soon as Huang Erji heard it, he immediately shut up and obediently wrapped up the silver with the sweat towel around his waist. Without another word, Yan Heng walked towards the direction of leaving the town.After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Jing Li who was still standing there. "Brother Jing, are you still leaving?" Jing Li smiled, shrugged, picked up the oars again, and walked side by side with Yan Heng. After walking for a while, Jing Li suddenly said: "you are the first." "What do you mean?" Yan Heng didn't understand. "In the past year, I followed the footsteps of the Wudang sect, and met many other surviving disciples of the sect that was wiped out by Wudang. At least a dozen or so." Jing Li walked, looking at the golden light on the right side of the path. the river surface. "Each one, I've asked them to come with me. None. Not a single one had the guts to go that route." He looked at Yan Heng. "you are the first." Yan Heng thought for a while. "I'm sure I won't be the last," he said. "As long as the Wudang faction does not stop, there must be others like us. We will definitely find them." Jing Li smiled. Yan Heng didn't use crutches anymore.The injury is still not healed, and every step he takes is painful, but he still holds his chest up, following Jing Li's big and fast pace, not lagging behind in the slightest. After leaving the town, I walked a long way on the mountain road and arrived in front of the archway in the back mountain of Qingcheng. Yan Heng turned his head and looked up at the towering green mountains. He knelt down, bowed towards the mountain, then got up, and continued on the journey with Jing Li. "Where are we going now?" Yan Heng asked. "Wudang sent so many people to expedition to Bashu, they will not leave after challenging only one Mount Qingcheng." Jing Li said, looking to the south: "The next destination must be Mount Emei." "Then we'll go straight up Mount Emei." Yan Heng also looked in the same direction as him, eyes full of excitement. "Don't make a mistake." Jing Li sighed. "I know that you have made up your mind to take revenge. But with your current skill, any one of the thirty or so Wudang sect's 'Bing Crow Dao' masters can kill you. If you meet Ye Chenyuan, it will be you plus me." They will definitely die. We are going to defeat the Wudang faction, and it will probably take eight or ten years." Yan Heng knew that he was too excited, so he lowered his head. "I understand, so we're not going to Emei?" "Of course!" Jing Li said with a smile. "Look at the Wudang faction's martial arts, and how it will compare to Shang'emei's marksmanship. To defeat the Wudang faction, you must first understand the Wudang faction. The more you know, the better, but just watch and be careful. After killing Xi Zhaoping, They must have expected us to follow." Yan Heng listened and nodded.He reminded himself again: Every step he takes every day after that is a dangerous road. "There is one more thing that needs to be said first." Jing Li said again. "In the future, if you meet someone from the Wudang sect, if you see the pattern of Taiji and Liangyi embroidered on his robe, you don't have to think about anything, there is only one word: escape!" Yan Heng remembered that there was that mark on the chest of Ye Chenyuan's black robe. "why?" Jing Li frowned, scratched the beard of his chin with his fingers, gritted his teeth and said: "The pattern marks represent that person knows the most terrifying martial arts of the Wudang sect." Yan Heng asked: "What is it?" "Tai Chi."
On the northern foot of Wudang Mountain, there is a group of palaces composed of nearly 300 halls in size, which is magnificent and extraordinary.Its landform is like a majestic city guarding the mountains, so it has the title of "Loess City". The central main hall of "Yuzhen Palace" "True Immortal Hall" stands majestically on the Chongtai. The broad and towering roof of the hall has an overwhelming momentum, which makes people look up from afar and already have the urge to worship. In the middle of the temple, there is a huge bronze and gilt statue of Zhenwu Emperor.Dressed in cloth and straw sandals, wearing hair and wielding a sword, the real God of Martial Arts stepped on the back of a turtle-snake beast, just like the brave god of war in the north of Shangguzhen.The face of this portrait is carved according to the appearance of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang School. In front of the statue of Zhenwu God, there is a dark brown wooden dojo, which is spotlessly cleaned.Warm sunlight shines in from the open windows beside the palace, creating a peaceful and solemn atmosphere. There is only one man in the hall, wearing only a pair of snow-white silk trousers, his upper body and feet are naked, his head is not tied in a bun, and his shiny and soft straight long hair is simply combed behind his back. From the back view, this person seems to be quite young, with healthy and smooth fair skin, without any wrinkle or mark.The figure is slender and thin, without any fat, and the streamlined and perfect figure reminds people of fish swimming in the river and sea. The man took a very low horse stance, and began to exercise his fists.Sometimes his movements are as slow as floating clouds, and sometimes he sends out short-speed punches suddenly; his body shape and walking posture are as nimble as a snake at one time, and as light as a crane at another time.With a wave of the hand, the wrist and arm seem to be as soft as cotton wool, but there is a sinister hidden in it. The man's punches became faster and faster, but he didn't shout and exhale, it seemed effortless.The two postures of the snake and the crane kept changing, and the attacks became more and more fierce, and there was no warning for each blow.The moves are continuous, but there is also a kind of beauty of dancing - especially from such a graceful figure. Suddenly a pigeon flew in through the window on the west side of the palace.The man spread his left palm lightly, and the pigeon flew into his palm and stopped. A small scroll of paper is tied to the pigeon's paw. The man's palm suddenly vibrated.The pigeon was startled and wanted to flap its wings to take off, but unexpectedly the man's palm sank at the right moment, the pigeon's feet seemed to be stepping on the void, it had nowhere to exert its strength, and it couldn't fly up. After repeated manipulations like this, the pigeon's claws and toes still did not leave the skin of the palm. It kept flapping its wings, but it still couldn't take off, as if there was an invisible force restraining it in the man's palm. ——This is really the inner family's kung fu of listening to energy and turning it into energy, without losing or topping.This man's response to force, and his ability to release the force, is so subtle that it is as small as the weight of a pigeon stepping on the ground, which is extremely astonishing. The man seemed to be tired of playing. He folded his palms and fingers, wrapped the pigeon lightly, and unwrapped the paper rolls from its feet before letting it fly away. When the paper roll was opened, it was only a small inch in size. There is nothing on it, just two words: Qingcheng.There are two more strokes on it, with a red cross. That red color is not cinnabar. The man looked at the piece of paper for a while, then held the piece of paper in his palm and squeezed it into a small ball, sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.The fist holding the ball of paper was held under the chin, silently meditating. The afternoon sun continued to beat down on him.He didn't move. The Emperor Zhenwu, who was fighting demons with his sword, seemed to be looking down at this man. On the top of the temple on the head of Zhenwu God, there is a very huge horizontal plaque. The plaque is written with four big characters in thick and vigorous strokes: Invincible.
"Brother Jiang, that kid is still following behind." A Wudang disciple said. Jiang Yunlan looked back.At the end of the Wudang Expeditionary Army, the figure in Tsing Yi was still following dozens of steps away. It was following, not following—the man had no intention of concealing his existence. The team is walking on the post road to Chuanzhong at the moment.Except for a bamboo sedan chair and a mule cart in front, the other 30 people were on foot.There was not enough time to practice martial arts during the trip, so they used long walks to keep in shape. Only the deputy head, Ye Chenyuan, rode the sedan chair alone.After the dangerous battle with He Zisheng the day before yesterday, his vitality has not yet fully recovered. On the mule cart was the body of Xi Zhaoping, the only person in the Wudang team who could not walk.The body was preserved with salt, but I am afraid it is impossible to bring it back to Wudang Mountain in its entirety.Jiang Yunlan decided to cremate him tomorrow. Jiang Yunlan glanced at the follower behind him again. It's been a whole day and night, and that guy probably hasn't even taken a sip of water. He stretched out his hand and shouted, ordering the procession to stop. Looking at the back again, the man also stopped far away. Jiang Yunlan walked to the side of the sedan chair, and said through the bamboo curtain, "Deputy head, he's still here." Ye Chenyuan in the sedan chair responded slightly. "Should... kill him?" Jiang Yunlan asked for instructions after thinking for a while. There was silence in the sedan chair for a while.Then Ye Chenyuan said: "Call him over." Jiang Yunlan nodded.He gave instructions to the disciples behind him. The disciple brought the unkempt young boy in the green robe to the sedan chair. It was Hou Yingzhi.Although he was tired and hungry, there was still a stubborn fighting spirit in his eyes.The blunt iron sword of the Qingcheng School is still stuck in his waist.The Wudang elite disciples around him also snickered when they saw his virtue. Ye Chenyuan pushed aside the curtain and stepped out of the sedan chair.There is no sword in hand. His eyes with spell tattoos below his belly looked down at Hou Yingzhi who was slightly shorter than him. "What do you want?" Ye Chenyuan spread his arms, his chest completely defenseless. "Want revenge?" Hou Yingzhi looked directly at Ye Chenyuan for a while.Then he lowered his head, slowly pulled out the blunt iron sword from his belt, knelt down on both knees, and raised the sword above his head with both hands, as if to offer it to Ye Chenyuan. "Please accept me, Hou Yingzhi, as a disciple of the Wudang School." The surrounding Wudang people immediately talked about it.Ye Chenyuan raised his hand to calm them down. "You don't hate us?" Ye Chenyuan's sharp eyes were directed at Hou Yingzhi.Under such gaze, it is impossible to lie. "I really hated it very much at first." Hou Yingzhi replied. "I have lived in Qingcheng Mountain for almost seven years. They are like my relatives. But I have already figured it out when I saw the duel that day." "What did you figure out?" Jiang Yunlan next to him asked with great interest. "Practicing martial arts is not about embroidery and weaving." Hou Yingzhi said. "A martial arts school is not just a family. A school is a group of people who worship martial arts gathered together to pursue the way of the strong. This is the soul of a warrior. Without this spirit, there is no such thing as a martial arts school. I will not go to Mount Qingcheng either." Jiang Yunlan was surprised.He looked at Ye Chenyuan.Ye Chenyuan was obviously listening carefully. "The weak lose, the strong win - warriors should obey this principle. Otherwise, it's better to go home and embroider. The defeat of the Qingcheng faction has no one to blame. Just as Senior Ye said that day: It's just that we didn't teach much. What a holy thing." Hou Yingzhi has clearly made up his mind to call his former teacher by his name so directly. "I joined the Qingcheng faction because they promised that as long as I have talent and work hard, they will train me to be a strong person." Hou Yingzhi continued. "But looking at the results, they let me down. I saw people stronger than them. I swore to myself that I would become a real strong person. Just like you. Then the best way is to join Be one of you." Ye Chenyuan thought for a while. "What if I refuse to accept you?" "Then I will go to Wudang Mountain by myself and ask the head of your family again." Hou Yingzhi said firmly. Ye Chenyuan remained silent for a while, then looked at Jiang Yunlan. Jiang Yunlan nodded and smiled. ——Hey, this kid... Ye Chenyuan reached out and took off Hou Yingzhi's iron sword. The sword vibrated and landed on Hou Yingzhi's forehead. Although it is a blunt sword without a sharp edge, in Ye Chenyuan's hands, how is it different from a real sword? "I tell you in advance that being a disciple of the Wudang Sect is not fun. Practicing martial arts in Wudang Mountain is not like the sissy way you used to play. You have to think that you are dead first. Also, the future Wudang Sect will be everywhere. Enemy." When Hou Yingzhi heard it, he was not in the slightest frightened, but his eyes showed excitement. "Very well," he replied. Ye Chenyuan rarely smiled.But at this moment he actually burst out laughing. With a wave of his wrist, the blunt iron sword of the Qingcheng faction flew away, fell into the deep valley beside the road, and disappeared.
The morning sun sprinkled on the surface of the Nawei River, reflecting a little bit of golden light.The mountains and forests around the town blow bursts of cool air with the fragrance of wood leaves, which inhales into the nose, making people feel refreshed and full of vitality. Jing Li used the oars as a shoulder pole, hung a burden on his left shoulder, and still carried three weapons on his back and belt. He walked on a small chain bridge across the river, humming what he learned from the southern sea island. Weird tunes, striding across the bridge.The strings of exotic ornaments on the chest swayed with the footsteps. After crossing the bridge, Jing Li walked up the path by the river, passing rows of houses. At this time, he saw two figures waiting for him at the entrance of an alley. It's Yan Heng.With him was Huang Erji, the carpenter who helped bury Qingcheng Swordsman yesterday. Yan Heng hangs the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Swords" behind his back: the long "dragon spine" hangs obliquely on his back, and the hilt protrudes from his right shoulder;Both swords have newly made rough scabbards, which are actually just two long pieces of wood tightly wound with fine hemp rope, which Huang Erji hastily made for him last night. Yan Heng had already changed into a clean and tidy blue-dyed cloth robe, woven with dark flowers and wishful cloud patterns, the wristbands and leggings were tied with cloth belts, and a pair of straw sandals were also new.Her hair was combed into a neat bun, and she was holding a bamboo hat for traveling.The whole body looks refreshed. When Jing Li saw Yan Heng's expression, he knew that he had an extra companion from then on. "How much silver do you have?" Yan Heng asked in the first sentence. Jing Li scratched his braided long hair, then put down his oars, searched in the baggage for a while, and pulled out a large pile of money.Among them were only three five taels of silver ingots, the rest were broken silver, and there were two strings of copper coins. Yan Heng took it, and only returned the string of copper coins to Jing Lie, and the rest of the silver to Huang Erji. "Take good care of her." Yan Heng said. "Young man, there's no need... It's fine without these, our town, thanks to the kindness of the Qingcheng faction..." "Take it." Yan Heng said and pushed the money back to Huang Erji.His voice was different from yesterday.It was even different from when he went down the mountain to the "Wuli Wang Pavilion" a few days ago. ——There is the majesty of a swordsman in it. As soon as Huang Erji heard it, he immediately shut up and obediently wrapped up the silver with the sweat towel around his waist. Without another word, Yan Heng walked towards the direction of leaving the town.After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Jing Li who was still standing there. "Brother Jing, are you still leaving?" Jing Li smiled, shrugged, picked up the oars again, and walked side by side with Yan Heng. After walking for a while, Jing Li suddenly said: "you are the first." "What do you mean?" Yan Heng didn't understand. "In the past year, I followed the footsteps of the Wudang sect, and met many other surviving disciples of the sect that was wiped out by Wudang. At least a dozen or so." Jing Li walked, looking at the golden light on the right side of the path. the river surface. "Each one, I've asked them to come with me. None. Not a single one had the guts to go that route." He looked at Yan Heng. "you are the first." Yan Heng thought for a while. "I'm sure I won't be the last," he said. "As long as the Wudang faction does not stop, there must be others like us. We will definitely find them." Jing Li smiled. Yan Heng didn't use crutches anymore.The injury is still not healed, and every step he takes is painful, but he still holds his chest up, following Jing Li's big and fast pace, not lagging behind in the slightest. After leaving the town, I walked a long way on the mountain road and arrived in front of the archway in the back mountain of Qingcheng. Yan Heng turned his head and looked up at the towering green mountains. He knelt down, bowed towards the mountain, then got up, and continued on the journey with Jing Li. "Where are we going now?" Yan Heng asked. "Wudang sent so many people to expedition to Bashu, they will not leave after challenging only one Mount Qingcheng." Jing Li said, looking to the south: "The next destination must be Mount Emei." "Then we'll go straight up Mount Emei." Yan Heng also looked in the same direction as him, eyes full of excitement. "Don't make a mistake." Jing Li sighed. "I know that you have made up your mind to take revenge. But with your current skill, any one of the thirty or so Wudang sect's 'Bing Crow Dao' masters can kill you. If you meet Ye Chenyuan, it will be you plus me." They will definitely die. We are going to defeat the Wudang faction, and it will probably take eight or ten years." Yan Heng knew that he was too excited, so he lowered his head. "I understand, so we're not going to Emei?" "Of course!" Jing Li said with a smile. "Look at the Wudang faction's martial arts, and how it will compare to Shang'emei's marksmanship. To defeat the Wudang faction, you must first understand the Wudang faction. The more you know, the better, but just watch and be careful. After killing Xi Zhaoping, They must have expected us to follow." Yan Heng listened and nodded.He reminded himself again: Every step he takes every day after that is a dangerous road. "There is one more thing that needs to be said first." Jing Li said again. "In the future, if you meet someone from the Wudang sect, if you see the pattern of Taiji and Liangyi embroidered on his robe, you don't have to think about anything, there is only one word: escape!" Yan Heng remembered that there was that mark on the chest of Ye Chenyuan's black robe. "why?" Jing Li frowned, scratched the beard of his chin with his fingers, gritted his teeth and said: "The pattern marks represent that person knows the most terrifying martial arts of the Wudang sect." Yan Heng asked: "What is it?" "Tai Chi."
On the northern foot of Wudang Mountain, there is a group of palaces composed of nearly 300 halls in size, which is magnificent and extraordinary.Its landform is like a majestic city guarding the mountains, so it has the title of "Loess City". The central main hall of "Yuzhen Palace" "True Immortal Hall" stands majestically on the Chongtai. The broad and towering roof of the hall has an overwhelming momentum, which makes people look up from afar and already have the urge to worship. In the middle of the temple, there is a huge bronze and gilt statue of Zhenwu Emperor.Dressed in cloth and straw sandals, wearing hair and wielding a sword, the real God of Martial Arts stepped on the back of a turtle-snake beast, just like the brave god of war in the north of Shangguzhen.The face of this portrait is carved according to the appearance of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang School. In front of the statue of Zhenwu God, there is a dark brown wooden dojo, which is spotlessly cleaned.Warm sunlight shines in from the open windows beside the palace, creating a peaceful and solemn atmosphere. There is only one man in the hall, wearing only a pair of snow-white silk trousers, his upper body and feet are naked, his head is not tied in a bun, and his shiny and soft straight long hair is simply combed behind his back. From the back view, this person seems to be quite young, with healthy and smooth fair skin, without any wrinkle or mark.The figure is slender and thin, without any fat, and the streamlined and perfect figure reminds people of fish swimming in the river and sea. The man took a very low horse stance, and began to exercise his fists.Sometimes his movements are as slow as floating clouds, and sometimes he sends out short-speed punches suddenly; his body shape and walking posture are as nimble as a snake at one time, and as light as a crane at another time.With a wave of the hand, the wrist and arm seem to be as soft as cotton wool, but there is a sinister hidden in it. The man's punches became faster and faster, but he didn't shout and exhale, it seemed effortless.The two postures of the snake and the crane kept changing, and the attacks became more and more fierce, and there was no warning for each blow.The moves are continuous, but there is also a kind of beauty of dancing - especially from such a graceful figure. Suddenly a pigeon flew in through the window on the west side of the palace.The man spread his left palm lightly, and the pigeon flew into his palm and stopped. A small scroll of paper is tied to the pigeon's paw. The man's palm suddenly vibrated.The pigeon was startled and wanted to flap its wings to take off, but unexpectedly the man's palm sank at the right moment, the pigeon's feet seemed to be stepping on the void, it had nowhere to exert its strength, and it couldn't fly up. After repeated manipulations like this, the pigeon's claws and toes still did not leave the skin of the palm. It kept flapping its wings, but it still couldn't take off, as if there was an invisible force restraining it in the man's palm. ——This is really the inner family's kung fu of listening to energy and turning it into energy, without losing or topping.This man's response to force, and his ability to release the force, is so subtle that it is as small as the weight of a pigeon stepping on the ground, which is extremely astonishing. The man seemed to be tired of playing. He folded his palms and fingers, wrapped the pigeon lightly, and unwrapped the paper rolls from its feet before letting it fly away. When the paper roll was opened, it was only a small inch in size. There is nothing on it, just two words: Qingcheng.There are two more strokes on it, with a red cross. That red color is not cinnabar. The man looked at the piece of paper for a while, then held the piece of paper in his palm and squeezed it into a small ball, sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.The fist holding the ball of paper was held under the chin, silently meditating. The afternoon sun continued to beat down on him.He didn't move. The Emperor Zhenwu, who was fighting demons with his sword, seemed to be looking down at this man. On the top of the temple on the head of Zhenwu God, there is a very huge horizontal plaque. The plaque is written with four big characters in thick and vigorous strokes: Invincible.