Chapter 243: The Divine Turtle Still Lives (Part )
In front of the gate of Hengshan Mountain.

Looking at Yan Anshun who left in embarrassment, Ah Fei grinned.

The joke just now was not meant to embarrass him. After all, the Six Immortals of Taogu just wanted to accept a disciple and had no ill intentions.

However, the four of them standing together is too stressful for the younger generation.

Even if Yan Anshun was invited to come in for a chat, he could only politely decline.

The people from Taogu walked away, and Zhao Shu, Zhao Fei, and Zhao Yuyan joined the sect together with several senior brothers and sisters.

On the second day of Tianshan Sword-Questioning, in front of Hengshan Hall.

Five large incense sticks were burning in a large and simple tripod, with green smoke curling up. The specifications of the Songshan Five Mountains Alliance were not as high as this at the time.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect Alliance still exists, with the Hengshan Sect being the leader of the Five Mountains.

The leader’s tripod naturally fell here.

However, the character of Alliance Leader Zhao at this time is very different from that of Alliance Leader Zuo in the past, and the Five Mountains Alliance meetings are far less frequent than before.

Before the big tripod.

The eldest brother Chi Chenzi of the Emei sect led his fellow disciples Ni Jingying and others to bow in the direction of the main hall, and then entered the hall under the guidance of Luo He and Gu Ji.

They wanted to pay a visit after returning from the north of the city yesterday.

But the sun was setting, which was not in accordance with the etiquette of a great sect.

This time, walking in the morning light, it looks more solemn.

Ni Jingying, Bian Anjun and others followed behind Luo He, looked at the large gold-plated characters on the plaque above, and then looked around.

The sight is full of simplicity and elegance, with carved beams and painted buildings of unique style, and the calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, both new and old, are all pleasing to the eye.

Far away.
You can also hear some clear and melodious sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras. I wonder which elegant scholar is playing them.

This kind of atmosphere was something they could not feel on Mount Emei.

Although I have heard that there are many differences between the world’s largest sect and the Pope of Jianghu, I can only feel it deeply when I am there in person.

Think about it carefully.
This elegant and quiet place actually contains the sharpest and most unmatched sword energy in the world.

Such a disparity is even more astonishing.

The teacher of the Sword God back then, who played the huqin and was full of sad songs, taught such a disciple who had a profound influence on the martial arts world.

All these thoughts made everyone in Emei feel complicated.

However, from the moment he stepped into the hall, even a steady Emei master like Chi Chenzi began to feel his heart beating fast. Besides being excited, his eyes were filled with respect and admiration.

The Emei disciples went over the etiquette rules in their minds several times, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

In the Hengshan Hall, there was a man in green standing with his hands behind his back, looking at a painting of Xiaoxiang misty rain.

“All Emei disciples pay their respects to Senior Sword God!”

Chi Chenzi, Ni Jingying and others bowed their heads together.

The man in green turned around, and Chi Chenzi took a quick look at him, then immediately looked away, not daring to look him in the face.

The heart of this Emei genius was the most restless.

Twenty years ago, when the sword fighting competition took place at Hengshan, he followed Taoist Songwen and witnessed with his own eyes how the lost Yin-Yang Sword of Emei was rebuilt in this man’s hands.

Today, we have once again caught a glimpse of the pinnacle of martial arts on Mount Tianshan.

This immortal myth is right before him, no matter how Chi Chenzi refines his heart.

At this moment, one’s heart was beating violently, and even the breathing was a little unstable.

“You have a letter to deliver?”

“Yes.”

When Chi Chenzi heard the question, he quickly responded, took out the letter and handed it over solemnly.

“This is my master’s handwriting.”

Zhao Rong took the letter and thought about the old age of Jin Guangshan of Emei Sect, so he couldn’t help but ask:

“In addition to this letter, did Master Jin Guang ask you to deliver any message?”

Chi Chenzi said quickly:

“My master was afraid that we might make a mistake in our words, so he told us that if the senior asked us, we should tell him that the words he wanted to convey were also in the letter.”

Zhao Rong was slightly curious and opened the letter.

His friendship with Master Jin Guang was not deep, it was just a face-saving relationship between the leaders of the major sects.

Although the Emei Sect had been conveying deep meanings about the Yin-Yang Sword and had invited him to visit Emei several times, he declined each time.

I opened the letter and read it from front to back.

The originally calm heart was slightly disturbed.

This handwritten letter can also be said to be a last work.

Master Jin Guang felt that his time was running out, so he wrote another letter to express his gratitude.

In recent years, Emei Mountain has undergone a renovation and the Jinding Temple has become increasingly popular, which is inseparable from the Yin-Yang Sword.

Also because of the Yin-Yang Sword, Jinding Temple was able to continue the Emei Nine Yang Gong that was about to be cut off. This favor was huge, and was also the reason why Master Jin Guang kept inviting him.

The head of Emei has not appeared in public for a long time and rarely sees guests.

The letter also expressed his distress and regret for missing the opportunity to go down the mountain to Yancheng in accordance with the custom of seeing off one’s whole life.

Zhao Rong admired him very much.

Because in this letter, Master Jin Guang, who was about to die, did not invite him to Emei again.

He would rather leave with regret than let Zhao Rong have any misunderstanding.

This is quite consistent with the style of the head of Emei.

Time is merciless, the world is changing, and the older generation will eventually leave.

Zhao Rong thought again of the headmaster Zhenshanzi and Zhenhuazi whom he saw yesterday. Both of them had white hair and were no longer as vigorous as they used to be.

If they were allowed to return to Kunlun with sword energy like they did in the past, they would probably die on the way before reaching Yuxu Palace.

Consider this.

He also wrote a letter and asked Chi Chenzi to take it back.

After the Emei group left the Hengshan Hall, Ni Jingying, Bian Anjun and others sighed slightly.

Chi Chenzi looked at the other letter in his hand and showed a look of regret.

Ni Jingying said: “It’s a pity that Senior Sword God has no plans to go to Emei.”

“This matter cannot be forced.”

Chi Chenzi glanced back and said, “Let’s go back and report as soon as possible.”

His expression was complicated:
“If Master knew that the Sword God still looked the same, he would probably be very touched.”

“yes.”

After the Emei group left, some talented people from major sects who stayed in Yancheng came to visit them in the Hengshan Hall.

“Wudang Wang Ye, meet the Sword God!”

……

The fourth day after Tianshan Sword Questioning.

Zhao Rong came to the mountain path under the sword tomb of Shenfeng again.

At this time, the large number of martial artists who had been here a few days ago were no longer here.

They gathered here from all corners of the world, and now they are divided into different places.

Besides the Hengshan disciples, the only people staying here were a few special guests.

They are exactly those people from Kunlun Sect.

Sect Leader Zhen Shanzi and Zhen Huazi have been standing at the sword mark on the mountain path for a long time. If this sword mark was in Kunlun, they would probably observe it day after day.

“You guys won’t stay for a few more days, and are going back to Kunlun today?”

Zhen Shanzi bowed to him and said, “This is your sect’s forbidden area. The Sword God has allowed us to stay here for a few days. We are already very grateful. We dare not disturb you any further.”

“good.”

Zhen Huazi looked at Zhao Rong and said with emotion: “This time, my fellow disciples and I came down from Kunlun not only to help them gain knowledge, but also to see the Sword God again.”

“It’s just that this sword mark attracted us too much, so we made such an abrupt move.”

Zhao Rong knew that they were devoted to martial arts, so he smiled and said:
“It won’t hurt to stay a few more days.”

“This place is usually very quiet, and rarely so lively.”

“Not many old friends have set foot here.”

Sect Leader Zhen Shanzi shook his head and looked at the face in front of him that hadn’t changed much:

“The Sword God is like the Kunlun Snow Mountain, white as snow, and as graceful as ever.”

“We two brothers are able to meet the Sword God again. Even if we don’t have the chance to leave Yuxu Palace again, we will have no regrets.”

Two old men who were obsessed with sword energy faced Zhao Rong.

The three of them stood together, on either side of the sword mark. There was a brief moment of silence, which made Xuan Chengzi, the heir of Kunlun, sigh with emotion.

especially
He saw the Xiaoxiang autumn wind blowing up the white hair of the two elders, while the Sword God opposite was still in the prime of youth.

Xuan Chengzi will never forget this contrasting scene in his life.

suddenly
Sect Leader Zhen Shanzi drew his sword from its sheath, gathering all his strength. His face was pale, and on the long sword, there was a layer of tangible blade light, which was transformed by the sword energy. It was not just three inches, but it was far better than Xuan Chengzi’s, and far better than the Qiankun Sword of that year!
The moment the sword energy appeared, Zhen Shanzi’s face showed pride.

“Sword God, how is my sword energy?”

“wonderful!”

Zhao Rong was not stingy: “From nothing to something, it’s really impressive.”

“I have long heard that you two have cultivated sword energy in Kunlun. Seeing you today, I know that you are not alone in this path. I am very happy.”

“I just didn’t expect it”

“The little bit of energy back then really served as a trigger. You two made me misjudge you.”

The two old men laughed out loud upon hearing this, very heroically.

Zhen Huazi stroked his beard and smiled, “Although the sword energy is incomparable to that of the Sword God, my two brothers are already satisfied.”

“We have achieved so much that even our master could not have imagined it if he were still alive.”

“The pursuit of the past has long been fulfilled.”

They bowed to Zhao Rong and said, “All of this is thanks to the Sword God.”

Zhao Rong smiled and said, “There are tens of thousands of people in the world who have seen my sword energy, but only a few have mastered it. This is the ability of the two of you, so I won’t take credit for it.”

Sect Leader Zhen Shanzi put away his sword energy and sheathed his long sword:

“This time to Hengyang”

He pointed at the sword marks on the ground and said, “It’s a pleasant surprise to see another sword like this.”

“As you can imagine, just by comprehending this sword, I will never be lonely for the rest of my life.”

“good.”

Zhen Huazi replied: “I’ll take my leave now.”

“My two brothers and I must strike while the iron is hot and bring this sword back to Kunlun Snow Mountain.”

Zhao Rong said sarcastically, “I wanted to return the sword of the Kunlun Sect Leader, but with your attitude, it’s better to keep it in my Hengshan Sword Tomb.”

“If all the previous masters of Kunlun could have this opportunity, no matter how precious the sword is, I would be willing to give it up.”

Zhen Shanzi is open-minded and his words are extremely pure.

Then, he and his fellow apprentice Zhen Huazi clasped their fists together:
“Sword God, take care of yourself. I hope to see you again one day.”

The two men were as generous and decisive as they had been in the past.

but
When people reach old age, they tend to feel sad about the passing of spring and autumn.

These farewell words were filled with a bit of complicated emotions.

Zhao Rong looked at their white beards and hair, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he also bowed and said:

“Take care, both of you.”

“Farewell!”

Xuan Chengzi didn’t say anything. After taking a quick look at Zhao Rong, he bowed and followed the two elders down the mountain.

Soon, there was no trace of them on the mountain path.

“Master, the people from Kunlun Sect are really wonderful people.”

Ah Fei, who had been silent, couldn’t help but praise.

Ah Qing on the side said: “Senior Zhenshanzi’s sword energy is different from Master’s sword energy. His method of transforming his true energy into external energy is not very advanced.”

“The ability to transform into sword energy relies on one’s pure strength and Kunlun swordsmanship.”

“What a remarkable person.”

“If he had a few more decades, he would have achieved more than this.”

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, “Do you know why he was able to break through the upper limit of the Five Heavenly Dragon Techniques and cultivate sword energy?”

Ah Qing was thinking, Ah Fei answered decisively:

“In the disciples’ view, a pure heart leads to pure power.”

“Their pursuit of martial arts is as pure as a snowy mountain. Just like the old Eagle of the Dian Cang Sect, he was able to comprehend the profound truth because he was in seclusion on a high cliff, which gave him a mentality that ordinary people don’t have.”

Ah Qing said, “That makes sense.”

He added:

“And twenty years of perseverance.”

Zhao Rong nodded: “This is also what you need to learn.”

“Learn more, practice more, and persevere.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Where did your fellow apprentice go?”

Ah Fei replied, “Third and Fourth Junior Brothers went to Songtan Town to discuss swordplay. The younger generations of all factions are gathering there.”

“Master, do you want to go take a look?”

Zhao Rong asked: “Where are Xiaoshu and the others?”

Ah Fei said, “I’m going to watch the show with Uncle Xiang and the others.”

Zhao Rong paused, and then said under the observation of the two disciples:
“You go ahead.”

Having served their master for a long time, the two naturally knew his temperament, so they did not ask any more questions and simply took their leave.

Zhao Rong looked at their backs and wanted to follow them secretly to take a look.

But when he thought of Master Jin Guang, Zhen Shanzi, Zhen Huazi and others, his heart began to waver, so he went down Tianshan Mountain and went to the Hengshan Villa in Yancheng.

This villa was renovated later and is quite large.

All kinds of art forms, including folk art, calligraphy and painting, can be found here.

After walking through the familiar route, we arrived at a painting hall with a unique style.

There are books and paintings, swords and wine here.

When I entered the hall, I saw an old man with a free and easy demeanor wearing a wide robe, with auspicious clouds and two white cranes on his back.

If you look closely, you can see that the white crane is painted on.

It looks light and graceful, as if flapping its wings to fly.

The only one who can express himself in freehand style to this level is Danqingsheng.

“Hahaha, brother, you’re here just in time!”

The old man didn’t care whether he was the Sword God or not. As soon as he saw him, he pulled his arm and hurried inside.

“Come and see!”

“How do you think of Yu Zhen’s painting of a solitary peak and a zither playing? Is it as good as Wen Zhengming’s painting of a zither playing in a deep valley?”

Zhao Rong hasn’t spoken yet.

Then a young man said in a crisp voice: “Uncle Master, you are praising me too much. My painting skills are not that high.”

“Daddy.”

The young man said, and greeted respectfully.

He came up to me with a smile on his face.

Dan Qingsheng pulled the left side, and he went forward and pulled the right side. The old and the young pulled him in front of the painting.

Zhao Rong looked at the painting and said:
“I am alone on a lonely peak, with a solitary zither, a warm fragrance floating in the air, and floating clouds. The composition is ingenious, but it is inevitably desolate and bleak.”

Hearing this, the young man stared at the painting, thinking deeply, and couldn’t help but be touched and felt a little sad.

Although he was small, he was very thoughtful and looked at Zhao Rong with a worried look on his face:

“Why is Daddy sad?”

Dan Qingsheng clenched his right fist and hit his left palm, destroying the atmosphere:

“Brother, this painting is a work of art that depicts aloofness and does not blend into the mire. But in your words, it becomes a painting of rain hitting the banana leaves, dripping with sorrow.”

Dan Qingsheng shook his head and said to Zhao Yuzhen:
“Your father’s appearance is not old, but his heart is getting old.”

The young man asked for advice: “What should I do?”

Dan Qingsheng said, “You can paint a picture of a pine tree breaking through the wind and give it to him, so that he can be like the pine tree breaking through the wind, with strong roots, and not be swayed by the worldly winds and waves.”

“For people like us, as long as we have ambitions, everything is up to our hearts. Even if we grow old, our hearts never grow old.”

Zhao Rong smiled at Dan Qingsheng.

He rubbed the boy’s head again:
“Yuzhen, why don’t you join them in watching the sword fight?”

The young man said, “Dad, although I like swords, I also like silence.”

Zhao Rong looked into his dark eyes and had something to say.

Think about it and forget it.

Just changing the subject:
“After some time, I will take you to meet my good friends.”

“Daddy, where are we going?”

“Changde.”

……

(End of this chapter)