Chapter 10 Heart Moon Fox...

"Are you still doing double cultivation?" Yu Wenhong asked.

Although You Mengzhe was a little interested, he felt that last night's performance was too intense. Now his feet are weak, and he can't stand still when he stands up. sky."

You Mengzhe's whole body seemed to be falling apart and uncomfortable, but his spirit was very good. He probed outside and took a look. Seeing that the rain had stopped outside, it was still dark. Yu Wenhong waited for him to put on his clothes, and he put it on himself, and fastened his belt. , You Mengzhe was lying on the dòng and watching, Yu Wenhong hugged his waist beside the dòng to prevent him from falling.

"Why is there a pine tree?" You Mengzhe said.

Yu Wenhong said, "Mostly it's for people who jump off the cliff."

You Mengzhe nodded. Today, he was finally in the mood to look at this mountain. He saw that the mountain was long and narrow, and there seemed to be a universe inside. He said casually: "Maybe there is a peerless expert, martial arts secrets or something, go in and have a look."

Yu Wenhong followed behind You Mengzhe, and there was actually a passageway after entering the mountain. A road in the dark tunnel turned downward. You Mengzhe walked cautiously ahead, and Yu Wenhong was behind him to prevent him from falling. After walking for a long time, A bit of light can be seen vaguely ahead.

Walking out of the mountain, the surroundings suddenly became bright and bright, and it was actually the center of the mountainside of Mo Dai Mountain, a thin line of sky covered with exotic flowers and plants!

There is a towering tree in the center, and the surrounding cliffs are engraved with swordsmanship and sword strokes. There is a small grid made of stone slabs under the big tree.

There is also a stone tablet in front of the slate, covered with moss and chiseled: "The place where the sword god Yan Jiutian was buried."

There is another line of small characters below: "If you want to enter the old man's door, you must first behave yourself, and bow nine heads in front of the slate to worship the teacher. You can take a copy of the old man's sword practice secret book during his lifetime, and a sword of the gods, the Nine Heavens Jinzun, the Zhenhuang Sword. , to go to avenge the old man, in order to fulfill the unfulfilled wish of the old man during his lifetime."

"If you don't kowtow, you will be killed."

You Mengzhe said: "Sure enough!"

Yu Wenhong nodded and said, "Sure enough."

I knew that such places usually have martial arts secrets, and a box was placed in front of the dead bones. Yu Wenhong looked around and said, "The fruit on this little tree can be eaten. There are probably organs on the ground. If you don't kowtow, the box will There will be hidden weapons in there."

You Mengzhe looked down at the box and said, "Pick some points."

Yu Wenhong said: "Take the box, turn your hand towards the bone and open it, and the organs will be on him."

You Mengzhe thought that everyone is dead, and destroying the corpse is not good after all, so he picked up the box, turned it over, opened it toward the ground, and slammed out a bunch of steel nails, hitting them all on the ground, saying, "Sure enough, there is a mechanism, all Let's Magic Sect play the rest."

Yu Wenhong smiled, picked some fruit and came over, the two sat and ate, You Mengzhe flipped through the book of swordsmanship and divided it into two volumes. Huang Zhenhuang Divine Art (Part 2)", the first volume is all about practicing the inner strength, foundation building method, the second volume is broken and incomplete, it is all swordsmanship tricks.

You Mengzhe said, "Is this exercise useful?"

Yu Wenhong took it and looked at it, and said, "This is a divine skill of the huáng level, it's useless."

You Mengzhe said: "But the preface said that the great achievements have been made, and the Central Plains Martial Arts has no rivals."

Yu Wenhong said: "This is what all the secret books say. Hundreds of years ago, now the martial arts have been updated, and it's very fast."

You Mengzhe nodded and asked again, "Huáng-level magic?"

Yu Wenhong wiped the fruit and gave it to You Mengzhe to eat, and explained with gestures: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Huáng, Huáng-level magic, the last one."

You Mengzhe nodded and said, "What level did you cultivate?"

Yuwen Hong said: "Heavenly level, our martial arts in Canghai Pavilion are all heavenly level."

You Mengzhe took Yu Wenhong's hand and asked, "Mine too?"

Yu Wenhong hooked You Mengzhe's finger and said, "Zuanyang Zhenjing was taken by your mother and taken to Yuheng Mountain, not the Buddhist scriptures."

You Mengzhe was very surprised and asked again, "Then what kind of tricks did my father cultivate?"

Yuwen Hong said: "Earth."

You Mengzhe: "Sun Bin and the others, and those who cultivated in martial arts..."

Yu Wenhong replied: "Floating on the water is of the Xuan level, and some of those people's exercises can't be ranked. They don't enter the mainstream. It's not magic, it's just martial arts. The difference between magic and martial arts... There is a difference."

You Mengzhe looked at the Eight Desolate True Phoenix Divine Art over and over, and finally said, "It's useless?"

Yuwen Hong said: "It's useless, throw it away."

You Mengzhe threw the secret away and said, "I thought there was something good."

Yu Wenhong said: "The secrets of martial arts are not worth the money. The one that you used to fold when you were a child, and the one that you ripped open the folding plane, is..."The Art of Qiankun Moves Mountains and Fills the Seas and Collapses Heaven", Yuheng Mountain swept the scriptures, sorted them out, and returned to the Tibetan scripture pavilion. Many useless ones are given to the villagers at the foot of the mountain to practice."

You Mengzhe remembered what his father, You Gutian said, and said, "Yes, Dad said before that ordinary martial arts are worthless. No one has the patience to practice them for decades, and even if they have practiced it, they have their own skills. Going out to fight with people is also slack. If you want to practice, practice is different from people. Now you have to practice martial arts fast, there is a lot of room for improvement, you don’t need to use your brain, and you can practice it while sleeping.”

Yu Wenhong said: "Unfortunately, decent people don't understand this, this truth."

"Yeah." You Mengzhe said, "It's better to do nothing, just follow the practice and become a master. I think my kung fu is also very tricky."

Yu Wenhong said: "No, your Yang-Turning Magical Art takes time, but you need anything to practice it. If you double-cultivate one person, you will need that person's true qi. If you add a few more, you will become the number one in the world."

You Mengzhe thought about it and asked again, "Are you useful?"

Yu Wenhong nodded and said: "It's not obvious now, it will take some time before it will show...but it's very useful. Sun Bin's Xingyun True Qi also got a little bit along with the double cultivation."

You Mengzhe: "I can still give you the true energy of Sun Bin in my body!"

Yu Wenhong nodded, and You Mengzhe took out the second volume of Zhuanyang True Art, and saw that it was recorded in it that the more people who practiced double cultivation, the more beneficial it would be. They could store a variety of true qi in the body, communicate with each other, and integrate with each other. .

You Mengzhe looked at the sword in front of Dry Bones again and asked, "Where's this sword? It says it's a magic weapon."

Yu Wenhong glanced at it and said, "Did you bring the Demon Blood Sword?"

You Mengzhe opened the bag, took out the Demon Blood Sword he brought home, and asked, "Is this?"

Yu Wenhong nodded and said, "The Devil's Blood Sword is first-class, it's an immortal soldier, the immortal soldier is the most powerful, the next is a divine weapon, and the next is a famous soldier. His sword is eighth-class, or an eighth-class divine weapon, and the divine weapon is the second last."

You Mengzhe: "..."

"No way." You Mengzhe screamed, "Is this also rubbish?"

Yuwen Hong said: "It's been hundreds of years, and the forging process has been updated. Besides, the Demon Blood Sword is the Zhenshan Divine Sword of Yuheng Mountain.

You Mengzhe held the Demon Blood Sword in his left hand and the True Phoenix Sword of Nine Heavens Golden Reverence and Eight Desolations in his right hand. With a little internal force, the True Phoenix Sword snapped into two pieces.

"It's boring." You Mengzhe threw the Broken Sword and said, "Find a way out, just go."

"Do you know how to use a sword?" You Mengzhe asked.

Yu Wenhong said, "I will."

You Mengzhe said: "Teach me if I'm empty, the sword is very beautiful."

Yu Wenhong said: "Success."

The two watched beside the cliff for a while, Yu Wenhong tried it with a cane, let You Mengzhe put it on his back, and carried him up the cliff.

You Mengzhe asked, "Uncle, are you upset?"

From the first time saw Yu Wenhong, felt that this person was very strange, and it was not a boring gourd. Obviously there are questions and answers, but Piansheng will not take the initiative to speak, ask and answer a question, and don't say anything if you don't ask.

Yuwen Hong said: "No."

You Mengzhe said, "Why didn't you take the initiative to talk to me?"

Yu Wenhong was a little stunned and said, "I... am very happy."

You Mengzhe asked, "Have you always been like this before?"

Yu Wenhong hurriedly said: "No, no, I used to... seldom speak. Only occasionally."

You Mengzhe asked, "Who do you talk to? What do you say?"

Yuwen Hong said: "Say 'go away' or 'you're dead'."

You Mengzhe: "..."

You Mengzhe thought that Yu Wenhong's accent was a bit strange, a bit jerky, and a bit unintelligible, with disordered word order and intermittent. It was expected that it was the reason why he hadn't spoken to others for many years.

You Mengzhe asked again: "How many years have you not spoken to anyone? I said like we did. It doesn't count as 'go away' and 'you're dead'."

Yu Wenhong smiled and said, "Sixteen years."

You Mengzhe whispered, "You haven't spoken since my mother died?"

Yu Wenhong: "Well."

While talking, the two climbed to the top of the cliff, and You Mengzhe sighed: "Then you are really happy."

A smile appeared on Yuwenhong's handsome face: "Yes."

You Mengzhe held Yu Wenhong's finger and thought about it. With such a personal bodyguard, what a pity not to go back and make trouble? Anyway, it's easy to run away at any time, so propose to go back to Jinghu. Yu Wenhong didn't have any opinion, he would go wherever You Mengzhe was going, and let him do whatever he wanted. The two found the mountain road and headed up the mountain again all the way.

This time, a guard post was set up on the mountain road, and a martial arts disciple was there to investigate. There was a big chaos before, and few people could see his face clearly when You Mengzhe escaped. come out.

When the martial arts disciple saw the two of them, they said, "Which sect is it? Bring the token, and you can enter only after you have checked it and pressed your fingerprints!"

"Go away." Yu Wenhong took out his palm.

As soon as the words fell, Yu Wenhong slapped the disciple on the chest with a hand, and the disciple flew upside down three feet away, blood spurted in the air, and fell into the grass unconscious.

You Mengzhe: "..."

You Mengzhe: "Are you dead?"

Yu Wenhong: "No. If you make up for it in the past, you will die."

You Mengzhe hurriedly said, "No need, let's go."

Along the way up the mountain, there are no more sentries, and the Jinghu Lake is full of people again. The wooden and bamboo bridges that were smashed by the thunder and fireballs were repaired in seven or eighty-eight ways. They were tied with cloth strips. The roof of the pavilion was removed and placed in next to.

You Mengzhe found a place to sit on the west side of Jinghu Lake. Most people didn't recognize him. They saw two men fighting and killing on the pavilion in the heart of the lake. The weapons were rattling. You Mengzhe asked a loose man wearing a hat next to him, "This is What are you doing?"

The man with the bucket hat looked sideways at You Mengzhe and said, "Which school do you belong to?"

You Mengzhe made a random nonsense, and the hat-wearer didn't doubt him. He folded his hands and said, "The leader of the Zhao alliance has agreed that now the eighteen states in the Central Plains, except for the seven border states, the remaining eleven states are electing the leaders of the martial arts division."

"Playing in the ring?" You Mengzhe said excitedly.

The Dou Li Ke nodded and said: "We martial arts practitioners, what else can we do other than fight in the ring? Well, now we are choosing the leader of the Taizhou branch, and the man who made the two cymbals is Xu Heigui, the hundred-faced god of Taizhou Yuanshan. The one who divided the water thorns was Aunt Ling, who was from the Diancang faction."

You Mengzhe didn't know a single one of them, and suddenly felt that this man with a hat was very familiar, and he felt a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

This man was wearing a black gauze robe, with an obvious scar on his face under the hat. You Mengzhe only felt that he had never seen a scar before. How could he be so familiar with his figure and figure?

"What are you looking at?" The Dou Li Ke said casually, "Don't look around if you have nothing to do."

You Mengzhe hurriedly looked away, pretending to be curious and looking at the arena, only to see a black-faced man on the ring holding cymbals in both hands, making the wind whistling, the woman in red dressed in a strong suit, bullied him close, the black-faced man was first with his left hand With a push of the cymbal, the "dang" hit Aunt Ling's chest.

"Ah—" the audience under the stage exclaimed in unison!

Aunt Ling's eyes widened, a hit in her chest, her steps staggered, her hands twitched and spasmed, and the black-faced man drank again.

"Hey!" Immediately after, the black-faced man made another move with the cymbal in his right hand, and it hit Aunt Ling's chest again!

"Ah!" Everyone screamed again!

In the end, the black-faced man held cymbals in both hands, slammed one point, merged left and right, and slapped Aunt Ling on the head. Aunt Ling's eyes protruded, and she spit out a mouthful of Lingxiao's blood, which sprayed the big man's face, and fell back softly .

There was applause, and Aunt Ling was carried down on a stretcher. The black-faced man with blood on his face said with a heroic smile, "Agree! Acknowledgment!"

Saying that he clasped the cymbals with both hands, the group made a bow, Zhao Feihong jumped onto the stage, and said loudly: "So the branch leader of the Taizhou area is the Hundred-faced God Monarch, what do you think?"

The applause broke out, and the black-faced big man had a look of excitement on his face, and said loudly: "Thank you, the leader!" He jumped off the stage.

The bucket hat guest smiled helplessly, raised his hand and applauded lazily.

You Mengzhe felt more and more familiar with this man with a hat, but when he turned his head to ask something, he found that Yu Wenhong was also staring at this man. Does Yu Wenhong know him too?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Zhao Feihong said on the stage, "Next is Tingzhou, Xichuan. The two cities of Jianjia are close, and one branch leader is enough. Brothers from Xichuan..."

Zhao Feihong looked towards the west side of the lake, and said with a ruffian voice: "Hey, Daxia Zhao, don't go first, the youngest is from Xichuan."

As soon as that voice came out, You Mengzhe immediately recognized Sun Bin's voice! What is he going to do?

That day, Meng Zhe was surrounded in a hurry, but fortunately, Sun Bin made a relief and led Zhao Feihong away. Otherwise, if Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yuanshan joined forces, even his own shadow guard would not be able to beat him. Sun Bin only shouted two words in that voice, everyone felt a little familiar, but they couldn't hear anything strange. Zhao Feihong frowned slightly, obviously he heard it.

"Can you beat him now?" You Mengzhe asked.

"It's hard to say." Yu Wenhong replied.

You Mengzhe whispered: "We have both cultivated, but you still can't beat him?"

Yuwen Hong said: "I played with him seventeen years ago. He is very good at stick skills. He may enter the country again in these years, it's hard to say."

That's troublesome, You Mengzhe has a vague sense of ominous foreboding, what if Sun Bin's enemy is Zhao Feihong, what should he do if he loses? You can't let Yu Wenhong die in order to save Sun Bin. I have to think of a way to do both... and create some more riots? It seems that the surrounding area around the lake has been prepared for a long time. The mute named Zhang Yuanshan does not know where he is, and he is obviously eyeing him in the dark. There are many disciples patrolling around... Just thinking about it, Zhao Feihong said loudly: "Why did you say this? Which little brother wants to teach Zhao?"

As soon as the words fell, a young man swept out of the lake, one foot on the mirror lake, ripples like a dragonfly on the water, and flew to the center of the lake arena.

In an instant, everyone up and down the lake burst into applause!

Sun Bin was wearing a dark night walking suit, leaning on his body, running across the entire lake under his feet, ripples and ripples appeared wherever he passed, and strange ripples appeared in the entire Jinghu Lake, disturbing the reflected mountains and peaks, the blue sky and white clouds. .

Sun Bin walked around the lake for three full laps, and the cheers became more and more frantic. At the end, Sun Bin turned around and stopped, actually stepping on the middle of the lake, floating and sinking!

Even Yu Wenhong and the bucket hat guest couldn't help cheering: "Okay!"

Zhao Feihong's eyes were full of amazement, and Sun Bin's ruffian expression was reflected in his eyes.

"Xichuan Fengshan, the thief king of the Jiugongmen, Sun Bin who is known as the sea of ​​grass and clouds." Zhao Feihong said loudly: "In the past, I saw the magical skills of the ancestors.

Sun Bin said coldly: "To tell you the truth, Zhao Feihong, your grandson, beat my master to the point of vomiting blood and died. Today, I will make you pay the debt with blood!"

Zhao Feihong said with a calm momentum, "Jianghu people compete in martial arts, and their skills are not as good as others. How can there be any reason to seek revenge after the event? You have also lost face of your master, and you have cultivated your martial arts in vain."

Sun Bin rolled in mid-air, rolled over and jumped onto the ring, and the "Yes" shouted sparsely.

Yu Wenhong and the hat-wearing guy shouted the loudest, and You Mengzhe asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Yu Wenhong stood with his hands behind his back and explained: "It is more difficult for him to use his strength on the water to turn over and jump up than to stop on the water."

Only then did You Mengzhe suddenly realize, he put his hand on the pergola and looked out, only to see Sun Bin and Zhao Feihong standing face to face.

Sun Bin said: "Stop gossip! Today I want to challenge the general leader of the eighteen states in the Central Plains. You have to accept it, and you have to accept it if you don't!"

The martial arts people were talking a lot, and Zhao Feihong said, "It's not impossible to be the leader of the alliance..."

Before finishing a sentence, the voice suddenly became smaller, and the next few sentences suddenly stopped working.

In this way, it was as if the voice was suddenly stopped, and the spectators heard that half of them were cut off, and they immediately competed in an uproar. All are so choked with scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks, they are so uncomfortable.

"Your grandma's!"

"Speak louder to me!"

"What are you talking about in such a low voice! It's not a shameful thing!"

When one person spoke, the crowd immediately surged. One stone stirred up a thousand layers of làng, and the people were about to mutiny several times. However, after Zhao Feihong finished speaking, Sun Bin listened, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I want to take revenge!"

The next moment, Sun Bin pulled out two daggers, Zhao Feihong retreated like lightning, and pulled out the iron rod behind him. With a loud noise, the two weapons collided with each other.

The heart of the lake was agitated by the energy, and from the ring to the outside, a water pattern appeared and spread.