Chapter 250: The Vast Smoke and Water (II)
“Yuzhen.”

As soon as the two of them arrived at the Hengshan Villa, Luan Qiong could no longer suppress the words in her heart.

“Ok?”

Zhao Yuzhen gave him a questioning look.

“I’ve never heard you mention it before, but your father is actually the legendary Sword God,” she said, still very excited. “You know, I grew up listening to all kinds of legends about your father.”

“In the Shimen Sword Sect, my uncle often praised my talent, saying that I was no worse than the outstanding disciples of the big sects. However, no matter how hard I practiced swordsmanship, I would always lose to you.”

She continued:

“Every time I failed in a duel, I would ask the elders for advice, but your variables were always more than what they advised. Later, I stopped asking, but I was very confused.”

“I think that even if you are very young and proficient in Hengshan swordsmanship, you should not be more knowledgeable than my uncle. After all, he is the head of a sect and has many interactions with Emei masters.”

“Today, I finally got my doubts solved.”

Zhao Yuzhen couldn’t help laughing, and then heard a voice with a hint of complaint:

“So, this is your origin.”

“Even if we invite all the teachers from the Shimen Sword Sect and the Emei Sect, I’m afraid they won’t be as effective as you.”

“You hid it from me so badly.”

“It made me lose my manners in front of these two seniors.”

She felt a little ashamed when she said this, “You just said you wanted to meet your elder. How could I know that your elder was such a legendary figure.”

“If I hadn’t been smart enough, I would have stood there in a daze, not daring to speak.”

Zhao Yuzhen said with a hint of apology: “You never asked, so I can’t mention it.”

“My mother taught me a long time ago that I should not rely on my father’s name when traveling in the martial arts world, otherwise my eyes would be dark and I would not be able to see anything clearly in the martial arts world.”

The girl pondered over his words and agreed with them deeply.

“That’s true.”

“If I had known that you were the son of Senior Sword God, I might have just watched you from afar and would not have dared to rashly duel with you in Changde Prefecture.”

She asked again: “Does the guy from Dingsheng Martial Arts School know about this?”

“Ah.”

Zhao Yuzhen nodded as a matter of course: “Rui Qing and I studied calligraphy and painting together in this courtyard, so he naturally knows.”

“However, you know that he is slower than me, and he is obsessed with the Eight Arts of Hangu, so his reaction to other things is not as big as that of ordinary people.”

“My father also said that he had a good character, but unfortunately his brain lacked a string sound and he had no talent for music, so he only learned to paint.”

When Luan Qiong thought about Long Ruiqing, she realized that what he said was absolutely correct.

I just didn’t expect that this boy from the martial arts gym had actually received comments from the Sword God, and I felt a little envious.

After talking to Zhao Yuzhen for a few words, she finally felt a little more relaxed.

At this moment, the scene in Qinxuan just now flashed through his mind again.

She had met all kinds of people, and in the past two months she had met many masters from major sects in Emei.

just
It is impossible to find anyone as impressive as these two.

Her expectations for the legend of the martial arts world were not disappointed in the slightest.

It’s like a distant echo, and the sound is still there.

“Yuzhen, have your parents always been like this?”

Without waiting for his answer, she murmured another sentence: “Youth is eternal, and the appearance has not changed for decades.”

“Yes.”

Hearing him being so sure, Luan Qiong became very curious and wanted to ask further questions.

But when the words came to my lips, I didn’t say them.

“You want to know what kind of Kung Fu my parents practice?”

He asked with a smile, guessing what was on her mind.

The girl opened her eyes wide, and although she didn’t say anything, the curiosity that was about to overflow from her eyes had already expressed itself in words.

Zhao Yuzhen said:

“This magical skill was created by my father. It is called Mingyu Zhenjing, and it is a method of the highest level of skill.”

“But it’s too difficult to master it. Except for my father, no one else in the sect can even pass the threshold, let alone master it.”

“Although my mother practiced it, it was my father who put in a lot of effort to make the remaining fragments effective.”

“The other disciples only practiced sword skills and have no chance of learning this magical skill.”

Luan Qiong showed a look of astonishment. She believed that what the young man said was definitely more reliable than the rumors in the world.

He is worthy of being called the Sword God, and he actually created such a magical skill.

Out of admiration for his predecessor, he asked foolishly, “Can it last forever?” Zhao Yuzhen laughed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Daddy once said that there is the ultimate truth of yin and yang in the unity of heaven and man, but one still has to follow the laws of nature, go through the passage of time, and the passage of time. So no matter how wonderful your magic is, it is impossible to achieve immortality.”

Luan Qiong was not disappointed at all, but sighed:
“This is something that many people in the martial arts world dream of.”

The girl had a little expectation:

“If Senior Sword God could teach me a sword technique and teach me how to defeat you, I would be satisfied.”

“That’s easy.”

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and pointed to the interior of Hengshan Villa: “Master Uncle Danqingsheng inside can teach you. If he is in a good mood, he can even give you a painting.”

“Really!?”

Luan Qiong’s eyes lit up, she had heard of this man’s name.

Zhao Yuzhen whispered, “If Master Uncle takes out two paintings for you to appreciate later, one is Winter Plum Blossoms Standing Proudly in the Snow, and the other is Winter Plum Blossoms with Distant Fragrance, remember to say that the Winter Plum Blossoms Standing Proudly in the Snow is better.”

“Who painted that picture of distant fragrance?” Luan Qiong asked with her hand covering her mouth.

Zhao Yuzhen whispered, “It’s Mr. Wen Zhengming.”

The two of them laughed and walked towards the courtyard.
……

Southeast of Panzhou, Baihu Cliff.

The west wind is blowing, and there are a few cranes calling.

In front of an elegant wooden building wrapped in flowers, a winding stream slides over the protruding corner of the mountain wall like a jade belt. A thin figure is facing the stream, holding an embroidery needle, quietly sewing a picture of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

The needle and thread in his hands were like living things. The birds he embroidered were colorful and each feather was clear, as if they were about to fly out of the line.

It’s hard to find another person in the world who has this technique.

“Master, we saw a word next to the inscription on the stone wall of the grassland.”

After Dongfang Xiaoxian finished speaking, the tall Yang Juncai at the side continued: “That’s the word ‘wonderful’.”

“Oh?”

The thin figure still had his back to them and did not turn around.

His voice seemed bland, but it had a deep and peaceful flavor, as if every word had a unique rhythm that penetrated deeply into the minds of those who listened.

“What’s the beauty of it?”

Dongfang Xiaoxian said: “Of course, he is talking about Master’s rebirth from heaven.”

“Hey, the Sword God is still so interesting and hard to figure out.”

Although he said “eh”, the following words were accompanied by laughter.

Dongfang Xiaoxian knew that the old man was in a good mood, so he asked:

“Master, since you miss Senior Sword God so much, why don’t you go meet him?”

After Dongfang Xiaoxian finished speaking, a light laugh was heard.

“He is the only person in the world who has both good taste and I admire him.”

“I heard that he likes to see old friends. It can be seen that although his appearance has not aged, his youthful heart is still worn down by time. This is a sad thing. When I first met him, he was so young and heroic.”

He exclaimed in admiration and remained silent for a moment.

It’s like reminiscing about the past.

“but.”

“In this world, people are like the ebb and flow of the tide. Some old friends don’t necessarily need to meet in person to communicate.”

“The words on the grassland, if you carve words on the city wall, I will consider that I have met him.”

“In this world, who else can understand except me and him?”

His calm words could hardly conceal his pride, but he continued:
“If he says I’m dead, then I’m dead.”

“The Sword God is an interesting person, and I should be an interesting person too.”

“If you think about it carefully, there is a deeper meaning behind it.”

“The dead are Yin, and the living are Yang. The words I carved and talked with him are in line with Yin and Yang, and are the principle of the unity of heaven and man. If you practice for a few more decades, you may have a chance to understand.”

After hearing this, Dongfang Xiaoxian and Yang Juncai agreed, but they were not at peace in their hearts.

The unity of man and nature, this martial arts realm is not something they can experience at this time.

The surroundings became quiet, and the sound of the stream seemed clearer.

The thin figure suddenly put down the needle and thread in his hands and looked towards the direction of Nanyue.

at this time
His deep and complex eyes are destined to be invisible to others.
……

(End of this chapter)