Chapter 246: The Divine Turtle Still Lives (V)
Inside the martial arts hall, Long Ping looked at the young man in front of her.

His figure gradually overlapped with the figure of the young boy when they parted in the north of Hengyang City that day.

For a moment, my heart was filled with emotion.

Twenty years ago, she could never have imagined the scene today.

He actually remembered the small gift so clearly.

This is unbelievable for a man who has been the best in the world for many years.

I was excited and moved, and deeply admired.

“Brother Rong, our martial arts school can’t produce anything rare for you to take a fancy to. We just hope that on this auspicious day, we can ask you to drink a few more glasses of wine.”

She spoke sincerely.

The smiles on his face created shallow wrinkles.

“That’s natural.”

Zhao Rong replied with a smile.

They reminisced about the past of Changrui Escort Agency.

Afterwards, the topic shifted to recent events in Changde.

Zhao Rong did not show up outside, otherwise he would have seemed to be the main attraction on this festive occasion.

Although Dingsheng Martial Arts School doesn’t care at all and even takes pride in it, he doesn’t want to start a war.

Long Ping was sent to the outer room to meet the guests, while Zhao Rong had a drink with Qu Feiyan in the inner hall.

“Brother Rong, listening to your words reminds me of the days when you were in the escort agency.”

She smiled with her beautiful eyes and said teasingly:
“Who would have thought that a boy who couldn’t even identify acupuncture points at that time would become a world-famous sword god.”

Zhao Rong said:
“Is it worth remembering then, or is it better now?”

Qu Feiyan did not respond to his words, but just gave him a charming look.

The two of them drank another cup.

“Let’s go and look for another old friend. I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

“Where’s Yuzhen?”

“Just let him stay here.”

“…”

After saying this, the two of them floated away.

When the two masters of Dingsheng Martial Arts School returned with the newlyweds, they were nowhere to be seen.

Long Zhaofu, dressed in groom’s attire, breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the presence of the head master was here, it was a matter of honor for the family and made his wedding banquet even more joyful.

But facing this elder, the pressure is quite great.

“Mother, do you know why the head master came here suddenly?”

Long Zhaofu was somewhat filial: “If he has any problems in Changde Prefecture, we should do our best.”

Long Ping smiled and shook her head.

Long Kui said: “How can we guess what the master does?”

“Let’s talk again.”

“What in this world can stump your head master?”

He turned to look at Long Ping: “Young Master?”

“Don’t make any noise. Yuzhen and Ruiqing are playing together. Just send someone to watch over them secretly.”

“Brother Rong just asked about Dian Cang Miao Zhi, so he might have gone to look for them.”

Long Kui nodded.

Although he was curious, there were some things Long Ping couldn’t ask too much about.

Ever since his father-in-law Wuling Kuaidao passed away, Dingsheng Martial Arts School has lost its backing.

His current relationship with the Hengshan Sect has exceeded his imagination.

As a veteran in the underworld, he knows how rare it is.

The local masters and old masters have experienced what they have today, and the status of Dingsheng Martial Arts School in their hearts will rise to an absolute height.

This can be seen from the attitudes of several leaders.

The excitement at Dingsheng Martial Arts School continued until the evening, and Master Luan and others only left when their necks were red from drinking.

Many guests knew that a master would visit Long Mansion today.

But most people just talked about it in private, not knowing who this mysterious master was, and they were able to drink calmly.

The few who knew the situation or had some guesses about it had a great time today, but they had too much fun.

As dusk fell, lights were turned on all around the Dingsheng Martial Arts School.

At this time, the east courtyard of the martial arts hall was still filled with laughter.

Eight or nine young men and women gathered together. The older one was estimated to be fifteen years old, and the younger one was about eleven or twelve years old.

Several people gathered in the pavilion, playing with guns and sticks, it was quite lively.

There were several martial arts masters from the martial arts school watching around to prevent the kids from getting into trouble when they got together.

But there are a few people that the martial artists don’t have to worry about.

The kids outside were holding knives and sticks, while the two teenagers inside were holding paper and pens.

From this afternoon till now, the painting has not been finished yet.

But they were meticulous, holding several lamps and determined to complete the painting.

Behind the two boys stood a girl about twelve or thirteen years old. She had thin eyebrows and big eyes.

She had her hair tied in a bun with two sideburns hanging down, which matched her clothes and made her look simple and capable.

There was another sword tied around his waist and a dagger tied to his boots.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like the kind of person who can endure loneliness and watch others paint silently.

“Long Ruiqing, your elder brother is getting married, but you are here painting. It’s already dark now.”

“Did Aunt Long really allow it?”

The older boy didn’t even turn his head and said: “If my mother didn’t allow it, why would she send someone to bring tea and cakes?”

“I heard that your uncle has returned to the Shimen Sword Sect. Why aren’t you anxious at all?”

The girl waved her hand and said casually:

“Why should I be in such a hurry? This place is not far from our sword sect’s headquarters.”

“My uncle said he would come to visit me in two days. There is an inn run by our sword sect in this city. We can go there to rest.”

“I’ll wait until you finish painting before I leave. Let’s see what kind of painting is so important.”

The young man said, “I told you before, this is called Peach, Bamboo and Golden Pheasant Painting, and it’s a painting given to a newlywed couple.”

Long Ruiqing shook his head again after he finished speaking:

“It’s a pity that my skills are too poor to show off.”

“If the masters in the other courtyards saw this, they would definitely criticize us severely.”

He turned to look at Zhao Yuzhen’s painting beside him: “Yuzhen, I’m afraid I need to borrow your painting.”

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and said:
“Why borrow it? It was originally given to your elder brother.”

Luan Qiong took a look at Zhao Yuzhen’s painting and compared it with his. It turned out that his painting was indeed better.

However, this is just a feeling.

If you ask her what’s good about it specifically, she just can’t appreciate it.

She asked curiously:
“You also studied painting at Hengshan Villa?”

Zhao Yuzhen nodded.

Hearing this, she suddenly found it a little funny:

“You two are so frustrating.”

Zhao Yuzhen and Long Ruiqing both turned around and looked at her.

The girl said, “The Hengshan School is the greatest sword school in the world, with countless famous sword techniques. You have the opportunity to enter Hengshan to learn the art, but you don’t focus on sword training, but love painting skills.”

“What a wasted opportunity.”

Long Ruiqing retorted: “Learning painting and practicing swordsmanship do not conflict with each other.”

“There is a great master in the other courtyard, his name is Dan Qingsheng, he is a very famous master in the other courtyard of Hengshan.”

“Mr. Dan is also an expert in wine, painting and swordsmanship.”

He pointed at the bamboo in Zhao Yuzhen’s painting and said, “Look at these peaches and bamboos. Aren’t they lifelike?”

“It’s exactly Mr. Dan’s freehand painting method.”

“You don’t understand it.”

Luan Qiong was listening carefully, but when she heard the last sentence, she became very dissatisfied:

“Master once said that human energy is limited. Unless you are a person of great talent, you should not be distracted from practicing martial arts.”

“I may not understand painting, but your swordsmanship is not as good as mine.”

Long Ruiqing is older, but he did not refute after hearing it.

The girl’s uncle is the head of the local Shimen Sword Sect. Because the Shimen Sword Sect has a connection with the Emei Sect, the sword technique she learned is related to the Emei Shaoqing sword technique.

In addition, he is talented and has real abilities.

There was a lot of excitement outside with people brandishing guns and sticks, but she didn’t join in because after watching for a while, she felt that these people’s martial arts were not as good as hers, so she didn’t have much interest.

Long Ruiqing has a slow and kind temperament.

The girl’s words were direct and somewhat hurtful, which was quite stimulating to the young man.

But he didn’t care much. He had learned some of the essentials of Hengshan Villa.

The painting skills are also good.

Therefore, he did not think it was shameful to lose in sword fighting.

At this time, he thought of the master’s teachings in the other courtyard, so he passed the message to the girl:
“Painting can cultivate the spirit. The freehand style can be used in swordsmanship sooner or later. The cultivation of internal strength also requires long-term polishing. Master once said, don’t fight for temporary strength.”

After hearing this, Luan Qiong nodded slightly.

The Hengshan School is very famous. Since it was taught by a master from another academy, there must be a good reason for it.

She also had a clever idea and responded:
“Your master is right, but it is very difficult to do this.”

“For ordinary people who practice martial arts, martial arts comes first, and everything else comes second, with priorities clearly defined.”

Long Ruiqing pointed at the young man who was still absorbed in painting and said to her:
“Your swordsmanship is definitely not as good as Yu Zhen’s.”

When the girl heard this, her thin eyebrows frowned immediately.

This was the first time she met Zhao Yuzhen, but she also followed Long Ruiqing’s example and addressed him, asking:

“Which master did Yu Zhen worship in Hengshan Sect?”

She thought that this young man, like Long Ruiqing of Dingsheng Martial Arts School, belonged to the same subordinate force as Hengshan School, which was why he had the opportunity to learn martial arts in Hengshan School.

Zhao Yuzhen looked back at her and smiled gently:
“I’m just learning skills, I haven’t explicitly become your disciple.”

This truth made the girl nod.

She also had the idea of ​​joining the Hengshan Sect, so she asked her uncle a lot about the Hengshan Sect.

If I had the opportunity to study at a mountain sect for a short period of time, I would definitely not explicitly become its disciple.

“Can your swordsmanship really beat mine?”

“I don’t know. We’ll know only after the competition.”

After hearing what he said, Luan Qiong looked at him seriously.

“You paint first, and when you’re done, we’ll duel with swords.”

After she said that, she moved a chair over and looked at Zhao Yuzhen’s painting more seriously.

My uncle always said, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

She wanted to take a look at the painting to see what the freehand sword technique that Long Ruiqing had just mentioned was.

Of course she had heard of the name Dan Qingsheng.

unfortunately
She couldn’t see anything after all.

As the dusk deepened, the young men who were playing with guns and sticks outside either left on their own or were called away by their elders at home.

Zhao Yuzhen also stopped painting.

Luan Qiong, who had been waiting for a long time, came to his senses, drew his sword and jumped into the courtyard.

She said excitedly:

“I don’t quite believe what Long Ruiqing said.”

“Come on, Yuzhen, let me see your swordsmanship.”

“You have to be careful.”

“My Shao Qing sword is more about attack than defense. Once I start to strike, it will be continuous and fast. If you can’t handle it, you’d better admit defeat as soon as possible.”

After Zhao Yuzhen jumped into the courtyard with a sword in hand, a series of sword-clashing sounds were heard.

After sixty or seventy moves, the girl let out a cry of surprise.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuzhen put away the sword quickly and did not hurt her.

“Great, I lost.”

Luan Qiong was extremely surprised. She looked at him a few more times and suddenly asked, “How many days will Yuzhen stay here?”

“At least three days.”

“Okay,” the girl’s eyes were full of fighting spirit, “I only lost one move, now I will go back to the sect to ask Master for advice.”

“Wait until I come back and win this sword back.”

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

Long Ruiqing laughed at the side, and asked after she left: “Yuzhen, why did you show mercy?”

“She has no bad intentions and loves swords, just like I love music and painting.”

Zhao Yuzhen said gently, “Do you still remember the principles that Mr. Dan Qingsheng taught us?”

“of course.”

The reason why Long Ruiqing became his good friend was naturally because of their hobbies.

Now I understand what he said:

“A person who loves painting, even if his painting skills are very mediocre, if he is painting seriously, then he should not be laughed at.”

Zhao Yuzhen nodded:
“I remember hearing my father say before that there are many people in the martial arts world, but few people love swords purely.”

“Her sword is like a clean piece of drawing paper. It would be cruel to splash a lot of ink on it and make her unable to see anything.”

Long Ruiqing covered his mouth and laughed:

“If Luan Qiong knew, she would be very touched and would invite you to visit the snack street in Changde City.”

Zhao Yuzhen smiled secretly:

“In fact, her swordsmanship is not bad, but I am more familiar with Shaoqing’s swordsmanship, so she shouldn’t have introduced herself.”

“She will definitely come back within three days.”

“It’s okay. I can beat her again.”

……

On the south bank of the Yuan River, in front of a stone tablet.

Old Man Dian Cang and Zou Songqing were admiring the words engraved on the stone tablet.

“how?”

Shang Sufeng asked with a smile.

Zou Songqing said: “The martial arts theory that Master expounded can be described as amazing, and it is hard to tell that it came from our Dian Cang Sect, so there is no possibility that our sect’s secret teachings have been left outside.”

“It can be seen that Master’s understanding of martial arts has reached a deeper level.”

“It’s not that mysterious.”

Shang Sufeng stroked his beard, with a hint of pride in his eyes:
“But if ordinary warriors see this, it shouldn’t be difficult to benefit from it.”

Zou Songqing was just about to ask how to display the inscription on the stone tablet to the public.

suddenly
A voice came from far away and suddenly came into my ears with the wind.

“Mr. Shang is being modest.”

“Anyone who uses a sword will feel as if they have found a treasure when they see this inscription.”

Not to mention Zou Songqing, even Shang Sufeng was quite surprised.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a figure approaching.

When Zou Songqing saw who was coming, he was frightened and raised his hand to bow, then quickly retreated to his master’s side.

Old man Dian Cang’s eyes were wandering, his gaze lingering on the young couple.

“In the presence of the Sword God, my humble and crude remarks are not likely to be extraordinary.”

Zhao Rong smiled slightly and got straight to the point: “Mr. Shang, do you know why I’m here?”

“Are you here to look for someone too?”

Shang Sufeng guessed this because the Sword God came directly to them.

“good.”

“My old friend has gone into seclusion. It is very difficult to see him once.”

Shang Sufeng looked at the stone tablet with emotion, “If I had known that the Sword God was coming here, I wouldn’t have had to add unnecessary details.”

“Should this inscription be erased?” Zhao Rong asked.

Shang Sufeng shook his head: “Leave it to the destined person.”

Zhao Rong smiled deeply: “Mr. Shang, let’s go together.”

“it is good.”

They followed the Yuan River to a pier and took a boat down.

During the conversation, they talked about someone passing by during this period.

“Mr. Shang is indeed open-minded. An ordinary person would have lost his patience after searching for so long.”

Shangsu Fengdao:

“I don’t know where the Peach Blossom Spring is, but I just watch the flowing water and falling flowers. I am not that open-minded, but I know that there is no point in being impatient.”

They went down the river and changed several boats.

The boatmen who row the boats are also constantly changing.

Finally, on a tributary, Shang Sufeng followed Zhao Rong’s steps and boarded an old fisherman’s boat.

The fisherman was very strange. His boat drifted with the water while he kept fishing with the rod in hand.

I saw that his fishing rod was bent, but he didn’t pull the fish out of the water.

Zhao Rong reminded from the side and shouted “It’s hooked”.

The old man then raised the pole.

When I looked closely, I saw that it was a water fish with a shiny black shell.

Zhao Rong stood at the bow and laughed:
“Good turtle. Good turtle.”

……

(End of this chapter)