Chapter 249: The Vast Smoke and Water (I)
Don’t ask how time passes like flowing water, just count the years from today.

The gate of the Hengshan Sect in Yancheng is located outside the Cangjian Pavilion. The pavilions are still there, with grass and trees as screens and warm fragrance in the air.

There were two figures standing in front of the incense.

“Brother Rong, you are looking at Sichuan, but are you worried about Yuzhen?”

“Why worry about him?”

“His martial arts skills have improved a lot in the past few years. Besides, he is not traveling alone to Emei.”

Zhao Rong paused for a moment and sighed again: “The universe is so long, compared to it, life is so short.”

“Five years ago, a disciple from Emei came to deliver a letter. Not long after, the head of Emei, Master Jin Guang, passed away. It was Junior Sister Feng and Junior Brother Xiang who went to Emei to pay their respects.”

Qu Feiyan nodded silently and listened to him quietly.

“I remember when Junior Sister Feng came back, she said that Master Jinding’s skills had greatly improved, his body was strong, his spirit was vigorous, and he had the demeanor of an old master. He was not only famous in Sichuan, but also in the entire martial arts world.”

Qu Feiyan nodded, and understood what he meant.

“I also saw him when Uncle Liu retired from the underworld.”

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze and fell on her face: “My impression of him also remains at that time.”

“But I heard from Junior Sister Feng that the Master of the Golden Summit only had more white hair five years ago, but his appearance didn’t change much.

Even more spirited.

Although we only met once, I felt deeply gratified after hearing it.

If you think about it carefully, the Yin-Yang Sword of the Emei Sect also has the principle of Yin-Yang changes. If the Master on the Golden Summit can comprehend it, his skills will naturally have the potential to prolong his life.

But what I didn’t expect was.
The Master of the Golden Summit also followed in the footsteps of his senior brother.”

Seeing the deep emotion in his eyes, Qu Feiyan was already used to it.

“Brother Rong, let’s find an opportunity to go to Huashan again.”

“Every time you drink with Senior Brother Linghu, you are always in an inexplicably good mood. I heard that Lingshan’s little daughter is very cute, and I want to go and see her, too.”

Zhao Rong nodded happily and smiled as he talked to her about the old days on Mount Hua.
Two months later.

On the official road north of Yancheng.

There was a man and a woman riding horses. The woman was probably about sixteen or seventeen years old, about the same age as the boy next to her.

She has bright eyes and eyebrows as if they were crescent-shaped, and is in her prime, like a blooming flower.

At this time, Zhang Mu Shenfeng pulled the reins, and the horse stopped suddenly. The long sword on his waist also swung down.

She looked at the clouds and smoke on the Five Gods Peak, then turned her head to look at the young man who had stopped his horse in front of her, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

“what happened?”

The handsome young man turned around and asked.

“Aren’t you in the wrong place?”

“How could it be wrong?”

The young man looked at the setting sun again and said, “There are too many people in the city, so it’s inconvenient to ride a horse. If we don’t delay now, we can still catch up with my family’s dinner.”

Luan Qiong said “oh” and didn’t think much about it.

Although I knew that he was a disciple of Hengshan, I didn’t have the courage to ask about his family background. I didn’t expect that he was in Yancheng.

But it’s normal if you think about it.

Many of Hengshan’s disciples came from other prefectures, but the majority of them came from Hengzhou.

It’s just that the name of Yancheng is too special for people in the world.

As soon as I approached this place, I felt an inexplicable sense of awe.

They urged their horses to go faster and headed straight into the north of the city.

The scenery in front of me changed faster and faster, from the quaint shops to a lush forest of buildings.

This is the most prosperous place in Hengyang City.

The base near the Hengshan Sect is undoubtedly the safest place in the entire martial arts world.

It can be said that every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

Luan Qiong gradually became aware of something unusual until they passed through the bustling buildings and what came into view were the Eight Scenic Spots of Xiaoxiang and a forest of sword steles and stone cliffs.

It is said that there are many inscriptions on it, left by the Sword God.

“Hey, we’re going to your house, not to Hengshan Sect.”

Luan Qiong frowned slightly, moved closer to him and reminded him:

“I heard from my uncle that the Hengshan sect’s rules are very strict. As a 15th generation disciple, you cannot bring anyone into the sect without the master’s permission.”

“You know these sect rules better than I do.”

“Even if it’s my uncle, he would have to think carefully if he wanted to deliver the Shimen Sword Sect’s visiting card to the Hengshan Sect.”

Zhao Yuzhen nodded repeatedly: “Not bad.”

“I dare not violate these sect rules lightly, but you don’t have to worry, I have the permission of the master.”

“You have also seen what happened to the Emei Sect, so it’s a good opportunity for you to go and talk to me about it.”

After he finished speaking, he led his horse towards the Hengshan camp.

Luan Qiong looked at his back.

Ever since he met him once in Changde Prefecture, they had many sword fights, but he could never win against that move.

Thinking about the fact that he is proficient in music and painting, and has excellent swordsmanship.

He is also an easy-going and sincere person who never lies or deceives others.

Since the teacher has given permission, there’s no harm in following along and taking a look.

With this in mind, she followed the young man’s footsteps and set foot in the Eight Scenic Spots of Xiaoxiang and the sword stele carvings.

Although he has connections with the Emei Sect and has practiced the sword techniques of a major sect, he is not considered a nobody.

But this place is too special right now, and no matter how calm Luan Qiong is, she is just a young girl.

Seeing the words engraved on the sword stele, various rumors about the martial arts world came to her mind, making her feel a little nervous.

So he quickly followed the boy, and felt more secure.

Sure enough, the boy’s words are worthy of trust.

The Hengshan sect’s mountain-guarding disciples did not stop them when they saw them, but walked all the way to the majestic vermilion gate.

“Uncle Wang, Uncle Wu.”

Zhao Yuzhen stepped forward to say hello.

The two middle-aged elders in front of him were none other than his last disciples, Wang Mo and Wu Shan.

Naturally, they don’t need to guard the gate here, but they are afraid that some new disciples may not do well, so they come to check on them often.

When the two saw him, they smiled and nodded.

He glanced at Luan Qiong with a smile again.

Luan Qiong had seen a lot of the world, but she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

The fourteen generations of Hengshan predecessors have basically all received instruction from the Sword God, and any one of them you pick out is an expert in swordsmanship.

Luan Qiong did not dare to be impolite and also stepped forward to greet him.

The two of them walked through the red gate and officially entered the world’s largest sect.

The girl’s heart was filled with waves.

She felt more and more eyes on her.

Among these people, there were many well-known martial arts masters. He even encountered the Seven Sons and Seven Swordsmen of the Hengshan School.

These people were all gentle and easy-going, with smiles on their faces. Although their eyes looked at her with scrutiny, they were also full of kindness.

Luan Qiong had sensed something was wrong a long time ago.

“Uncle Feng.”

When Zhao Yuzhen greeted her, Luan Qiong’s heart skipped a beat.

When I looked up, I saw that it was indeed a kind-looking lady who looked to be around fifty years old.

If I’m correct, this sword is Qingcen Sword, the most powerful of the Seven Swords of Hengshan!

It is said that among the fourteen generations of disciples, this person’s strength ranks third.

The initial achievements of the four true traditions were also taught by her.

How could Luan Qiong not be excited in front of such a martial arts master?

“Your name is Luan Qiong.”

“How come you know me, Senior?”

Luan Qiong was stunned and surprised.

Feng Qiaoyun just smiled slightly.

“You are a good kid, and Sect Leader Luan has taught you well. At such a young age, you have shown some of my senior brother’s qualities in the martial arts world.”

She praised him and said to Zhao Yuzhen:

“You are not careful enough on this point.”

Zhao Yuzhen smiled embarrassedly.

“Uncle Master, is my father in the sect?”

“exist.”

Feng Qiaoyun responded, gestured in the direction of Qinxuan, smiled kindly, and stopped talking.

Luan Qiong felt that the etiquette was not perfect, but Zhao Yuzhen had already turned around and left with her.

“Is your father a famous scholar in Hengshan?”

Luan Qiong reacted, but still felt a little surprised, and blamed him again: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Zhao Yuzhen said: “You didn’t ask me.”

Luan Qiong thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

I was just about to ask again, “Who is your father?”

But before she could say anything, her quick mind reached its limit at this moment, causing her to freeze for a moment and stop in her tracks.

suddenly remembered
The boy’s surname is Zhao.

There are many young men with the surname Zhao, but she didn’t pay attention to them in the past.

At this moment, she had indescribable thoughts.

Could it be! !
“Hurry up, we’re here.”

Zhao Yuzhen called out softly and led Luan Qiong into an extremely elegant attic.

As soon as he walked in, he just glanced towards the zither in front of him.

The girl’s breath caught.

A very young and elegant couple was sitting quietly beside the piano.

One person plays the piano, and the other holds a book.

At this moment, they both looked up, and their eyes were warm and caring, like elders.

but
Luan Qiong couldn’t stay calm no matter what.

There are too many legends and too many strange stories about immortals, just like the waves of the sea, surging in my heart.

“Predecessors”

The girl was quite shy, and her usually eloquent tongue now seemed to be tied in a knot.

She could never have imagined it before.
The boy’s parents were actually them.

Luan Qiong had previously fantasized about coming to Yancheng with the leader of the sword sect or the seniors of the Emei sect to pay homage to the mountain and take a look at the legend from afar.

Unexpectedly.
It actually happened in such an unexpected situation.

“Father, mother.”

Zhao Yuzhen greeted her respectfully and introduced her, “She is Luan Qiong from the Shimen Sword Sect, my friend.”

Luan Qiong was nervous. She saw the woman holding the book beside the zither put it down:

“I know that you met at Dingsheng Martial Arts School.”

“but.”

“This is the first time you’ve brought a friend to see us.”

The woman looked at the girl and said with a smile, “Yuzhen is too abrupt. Don’t be nervous about it.”

Luan Qiong nodded quickly, and then heard her say to Zhao Yuzhen:
“You look so anxious, what happened in Emei?”

“Yes.”

Zhao Yuzhen showed a trace of seriousness: “Someone is trying to take advantage of the death of Senior Jinding to seize the Emei Sect’s Yin-Yang Sword.”

“We are still fighting with others in Emei.”

“There is a shadow of a master from the Western Region among them. I think it might be someone from the Mo Yue Sect.”

“Recently, they have been stirring up trouble in the underworld again.”

He also planned to explain it in detail with Luan Qiong.

But then I heard my mother say:

“We are aware of this.”

Zhao Yuzhen didn’t find it strange when he heard this.

“You’ve been traveling all the way, go and take a rest.”

“Xiao Qiong is here for the first time in Hengshan. As a friend, you should do your best to be a good host and take in more of Hengyang’s beautiful scenery.”

Hearing this instruction, Zhao Yuzhen quickly responded:

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I was entertained by her in Wuling, so I won’t neglect her now.”

Luan Qiong was excited.

It’s not because of what Zhao Yuzhen said.

But
I heard it.
I heard the legendary voice with my own ears!
Watching the two juniors leave, Qu Feiyan looked at the person beside him with a smile.

“Yuzhen is far inferior to Brother Rong in terms of love.”

“When Brother Rong arrived in the Central Plains, many female heroes stopped him on the road to ask questions. I wonder how many women thought about Brother Rong day and night.”

“Wherever there is.”

Zhao Rong laughed a few times and didn’t continue talking.

Changing the topic:
“The Mayue Cult has committed many evil deeds. They need to stop doing that.”

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(End of this chapter)