Martial Arts: Starting from Fuwei Escort

Chapter 13
Qiu Mingxuan's clothes were torn and his body was covered in blood. He ran out of the pine forest and headed straight for the river.

Unexpectedly, on the pier by the river, I saw Huashan sect disciples, and one of them looked very familiar.

Lin Pingzhi?
Qiu Mingxuan's eyes were surprised, he didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to be in the team of Huashan School disciples?
He killed Yu Canghai and warned Lao Denuo and Yue Lingshan. It stands to reason that Lin Pingzhi should not have any intersection with the Huashan faction again. Qiu Mingxuan was very surprised why he joined the Huashan faction again.

Could it be that some things have their own will in the dark?

"Tsing Yi Raksha!"

On a large boat, Ning Zhong led his disciples back, and was looking forward to the return of Yue Buqun and Linghu Chong on the deck.

Never thought that instead of her husband and apprentices, it was Tsing Yi Rakshasa who was waiting!

At this moment, Qiu Mingxuan's clothes were torn, and his body was covered in blood, as if he had experienced a great battle. The strong smell of blood wafted from his nostrils, causing people to frown and cover their noses. All the disciples of Huashan School were horrified.

There is a term in modern psychology called "Murphy's Law", which means that when you worry about something happening, the probability of it happening will be very high.

Seeing "Tsing Yi Raksha" rushing out of the pine forest, the disciples of the Huashan School on the big boat all silently prayed for "Tsing Yi Raksha" to leave quickly, not to pay attention to them, let alone interact with them.

Unexpectedly, things backfired, "Tsing Yi Raksha" came straight to the big boat, jumped onto the deck suddenly.

All of a sudden, the disciples of the Huashan School were stunned.

Wow.

All the disciples of the Huashan School, including Ning Zhongze, looked at him in horror, subconsciously backed away, and gave way to a large vacant space.

"Boatman, prepare a room for me, as well as meals and bath water, I want to take a rest."

Qiu Mingxuan casually tossed a gold ingot into the boatman's arms. The boatman was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay, wait a moment, hero, hot water and food will be here soon!"

Then, a few boatmen went to work, and Qiu Mingxuan stood on the ship's side deck with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the ripples of the water.

During this process, there was a dead silence on the deck, all the disciples of the Huashan School, including Ning Zhongze, gathered together, watching the "Tsing Yi Raksha" vigilantly, no one dared to speak, and they dared not breathe.

It wasn't until two familiar figures came running by the river bank that the Huashan sect disciples breathed a sigh of relief, showing surprise. They couldn't help cheering and shouting loudly: "Master and senior brother are back!"

Yue Buqun and Linghu Chong performed lightness kung fu, ran all the way onto the big boat, and were about to take a rest, when they suddenly saw "Tsing Yi Raksha", they couldn't help shaking their bodies, with solemn expressions, and whispered: "Why is he here?"

Ning Zhong said in a low voice: "I don't know either. I just came down from the post and went straight to the deck. I asked the boss for a room, meals and bath water. It seems that I want to leave on this ship."

Yue Buqun nodded, and then murmured: "This man has experienced a great battle on the post. Ren Woxing and the top experts from the three mountains and five mountains who came to help out were all killed by him. He was so frightened that others gave him the nickname "Blood Clothes Rakshasa". He didn't talk to us, so we didn't bother him. We all lived in peace and finished the journey quietly."

"It's up to the senior brother to decide!"

Ning Zhong nodded, followed by husband and wife, and acted according to his words. He warned all the disciples of the Huashan School that they must be cautious in their words and deeds on the road ahead, and don't say anything that violates taboos, let alone provoke the "Tsingyi Rakshasa", so as not to cause unnecessary disasters and implicate the entire Huashan School.

All the disciples of the Huashan School nodded their heads in agreement, all of them looked solemn, feeling the dignified atmosphere in the air.

After a while, the boat boss shouted: "Hero, the room is ready."

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of the Huashan School disciples, Qiu Mingxuan turned around and walked towards the cabin, following the boss of the boat, until the figure disappeared, all the Huashan School disciples heaved a long sigh of relief.

The aura is too great!
Even if the Tsing Yi Raksha didn't speak, standing there alone, there was a majestic aura, so that everyone dared not breathe, as if a big stone fell on the top of Mount Tai, and they were breathing carefully.

"Blood-clothed Rakshasa..."

Yue Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, watching Qiu Mingxuan's disappearing back, couldn't help flickering his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, showing envy.

If he can have such peerless martial arts, the prosperity of the Huashan School can only be achieved in a single thought, why bother him to be so conscientious about his professional planning?

"Big man, it should be so!"

……

In the cabin of the big boat, there was a room full of moisture, and the pure white water vapor had turned into mist. Qiu Mingxuan was sitting in the bathtub, washing his jade-white skin and body.

In this battle, Qiu Mingxuan's inner strength was melted away by Ping Yizhi's poison, which caused a lot of damage. His white skin was covered with sword wounds and sword marks, especially Xiang Wentian's giant shark-toothed sword, which drew centipede bloodstains on his body. A lot of flesh and blood were torn off, which looked extremely terrifying.

Fortunately, Qiu Mingxuan's physical body is strong, the three major horizontal exercises are complete, his recovery power is amazing, his body cells are incredibly active, and it only takes a very short time for these scars to heal completely.

Coming out of the bathtub, Qiu Mingxuan wiped his body clean, changed into a set of clean and tidy clothes, and began to eat.

The food on the boat is naturally not too delicious, just rice, pickles, fish, shrimp and crab.

Qiu Mingxuan was not picky, he gorged himself, and asked the boss of the boat to deliver meals several times, until the jade hook was slanted and half a crescent moon hung in the air, Qiu Mingxuan finally stopped, walked out of the cabin, came to the deck, bathed in a round of moonlight, looked at the moonlight, the water was rippling and melting, reflecting each other up and down.

On the deck, someone was drinking, holding a wine jar, lying on his back looking up at the moon, feeling sad.

It was Linghu Chong.

Qiu Mingxuan came quietly, causing Linghu Chong to look sideways, his eyes were full of sadness, anger, loneliness and loneliness.

Regarding the relationship between Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, Qiu Mingxuan couldn't deny it, but in this scene, under the silence of everything, Qiu Mingxuan also stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the dark night, and rarely said a few words from his heart.

"Linghu Chong, in fact, you are not suitable to inherit the Huashan School..."

Suddenly, a shrill voice came from behind the three-eyed god general's golden face, and Qiu Mingxuan spoke with his back to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was shocked, and said in a deep voice, "Why?"

"Because you have no responsibility in your heart."

Qiu Mingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the night and said calmly: "Actually, you and your master are two completely opposite models.

A bohemian, doing whatever he wants, doing things and making friends according to his preferences, never considering the identity of the leader of the Huashan faction, nor thinking about the harm his behavior will bring to the Huashan faction.

The other is full of responsibilities in his heart, seemingly unrestrained and unrestrained, but in fact he is moving forward with a heavy burden. Every step he takes is carefully planned and trembling.

You two are like people walking on the road.

A carefree person who only cares about the scenery on the side of the road, never looking back at the past, nor looking forward to the future.

The other one just kept moving forward, with a heavy past in his heart, and the scenery on the side of the road was not worth mentioning to him at all.

People like you, no matter to the Huashan faction, or to friends and relatives, are all harmful but not beneficial! "

Qiu Mingxuan's evaluation was very unkind, which made Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun, who was hiding in the dark, look gloomy and silently clenched their fists.

"The Huashan faction wants to grow, there are only two ways to go."

Qiu Mingxuan said.

"Which two roads?" Linghu Chong asked in a deep voice.

"The first one is to reconcile the master and the apprentice, abandon the previous suspicions, be honest with each other, work together, and work together for the growth of the Huashan School.

You are talented and intelligent, with excellent comprehension. If you can correct your attitude, with the background of "Zixia Magic Art" and "Dugu Nine Swords", within a few years, you will be one of the world's top masters, even surpassing your master uncle Feng Qingyang. In the future, you will sit in the Huashan School, and the Huashan School will surely flourish!
As for your master, there's no need to plan for the Lin family's "Sword of Exorcising Evil" because I burned it long ago.

The fragments of "Sunflower Treasure", which harm others and oneself, should not be spread in the world at all. "

As soon as these words came out, both Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun were shocked.

"what?"

Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise: "Master is plotting the "Evil Resisting Sword Manual"? Why do you slander his old man so much?"

Yue Buqun's eyes flickered: What?Uncle Feng is still alive?The weird swordsmanship that Linghu Chong used was Uncle Feng's Dugu Nine Swords?No wonder, no wonder...

At the same time, the biggest secret hidden in Yue Buqun's heart was revealed by "Blood Clothes Rakshasa", which shocked Yue Buqun's heart. His whole body was terrified, and he continued to eavesdrop with a gloomy expression.

"slander?"

Qiu Mingxuan sneered lightly: "Back then, in the Caiji Winery outside Fuzhou City, it wasn't your younger junior sister Yue Lingshan and second junior brother Lao Denuo who pretended to be the grandsons of Cai Ji in the restaurant outside Fuzhou City. I deliberately threw Yu Canghai's body into the yard to warn you Huashan faction not to play the idea of ​​"Evil Resisting Sword Manual". I never thought that your master, who is so wicked, actually took Lin Pingzhi under his sect. Did he think that everyone else is blind and deaf?"

All of a sudden, Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun's whole bodies were shaken, their expressions fluctuated from blue to white.

"It's a pity that Fuwei Escort's "Evil Resisting Sword Manual" has already been burned by me."

Qiu Mingxuan shook his head silently.

"So, your master is doomed to use nothing to fetch water from the bamboo basket, and you should focus on practicing your own martial arts in the future. Huashan Jiugong is unique in the Jianghu. It is derived from the true tradition of Hao Datong, the founder of the Quanzhen Sect in the Southern Song Dynasty. Such a prominent heritage. If you don't practice diligently, you will covet some fragments of the "Sunflower Treasure" created by the former imperial eunuch. It's just a sick mind!"

Qiu Mingxuan shook his head, cursing unceremoniously.

After saying that, Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun were shocked, they were both inconceivable.

"What?" Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise: "The "Sunflower Treasure" was created by the former eunuch?"

"Of course!"

Qiu Mingxuan sneered: "Otherwise you think the "Sunflower Treasure" is some kind of martial art. If you want to practice this skill, you must first come from the palace. Your master has a virtuous and beautiful wife like Mrs. Ning and doesn't want to dote on him. Instead, he wants to plot the "Evil Resisting Sword Manual". Do you think you have a mental illness?"

Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun were all silent.

(End of this chapter)