Martial Arts: Starting from Fuwei Escort

Chapter 3 How High is Mount Hua

Huashan Mountain, located in Huayin County, SX Province, borders the Qinling Mountains in the south and overlooks the Huangwei Mountains in the north. Since ancient times, it has been said that it is "the most dangerous mountain in the world".

At noon that day, on the dangerous mountain path of Mount Hua, a man suddenly came, wearing a short shirt in blue and wearing a Rakshasa face, carrying a load on his shoulders, which was heavy at both ends, carrying heavy loads.

He stepped on a wonderful step, with a step of several feet, walking on the steep mountain road like walking on the ground.

In the end, he came to a precarious cliff at the top of Yunv Peak in Huashan Mountain. There was no grass growing on the cliff, and there was no tree.

This place is called "Thinking Over Cliff" by the disciples of Huashan School, which means "quietly thinking about one's own past".

……

The man in Tsing Yi wearing a Rakshasa mask was none other than Qiu Mingxuan. After leaving Hengshan City, he went north to Shaanxi, where he acted chivalrously, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, and gradually came to Huayin County, SX Province.

On the cliff, there is no grass, no trees, no insects, no birds, and the environment is quiet and quiet. It is indeed a place for meditation.

Qiu Mingxuan went up the cliff, and felt a pair of invisible gazes in the dark, and the sound of even and long breaths beside his ears. It was obvious that the peeping person had profound internal strength and was a top expert.

Qiu Mingxuan's eyes were piercing, he came to the cliff and put down the heavy burden, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the food boxes at both ends of the burden, and served a table with noodles, chicken, duck and fish, which were very plentiful.

Immediately afterwards, he fetched a jar of wine, patted off the sealing mud, and the rich aroma of wine overflowed. Qiu Mingxuan lifted the seal, and the clear and sweet wine poured down from the mouth of the jar, filling a sea bowl. Qiu Mingxuan raised his head and drank. makeup.

Just like that, Qiu Mingxuan sat on the cliff, drinking and eating meat by himself, with a happy and unrestrained expression, so unrestrained and unrestrained.

However, Qiu Mingxuan's actions made Feng Qingyang, who was hiding in the dark, confused, not knowing what this person meant.

After waiting for a while, Feng Qingyang's throat surged, he secretly swallowed his saliva, and suddenly came out from the darkness, walking slowly towards Qiu Mingxuan.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Qiu Mingxuan turned his head and looked, only to see an old man with white beard and green robe suddenly appearing on the cliff, with a slender figure, depressed expression, and a face like gold paper.

His voice was low and his expression was gloomy, which seemed to contain infinite sadness, but there was a sense of majesty in his tone, his expression was restrained, and there was a hint of brilliance in his eyes, obviously his inner strength was extremely high.

"Yes."

Qiu Mingxuan's high-pitched voice, like an opera tune, drifted into Feng Qingyang's ears, causing Feng Qingyang's brows to furrow in surprise. Looking at Qiu Mingxuan deeply, he felt more and more that this person behaved strangely, and he was not an ordinary person.

"Are you waiting for me?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"Yes." Qiu Mingxuan responded, bowing his head to drink and eat meat. Half the table was eaten at the high-end banquet, and three empty wine jars were placed at his feet. His bold and unconventional posture made Feng Qingyang more curious.

However, Feng Qingyang is aloof, and when he found out that Qiu Mingxuan was waiting for him on purpose, he walked over and sat down cross-legged, picked up a wine jar and slapped off the mud-covered cloth, and drank with his head on his head.

"readily!"

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up.

"30-year old Huayin old wine, please don't worry about it." Feng Qingyang is an old drinker, and he knows that it is a unique persimmon wine in Huayin County, referred to as "Huayin old wine", which is one of the top ten famous wines in SX province.

Above the cliff, the atmosphere was indescribably silent and weird. A man in green clothes with a three-eyed god general's dramatic face painted in thick black and white was drinking and eating meat with an old man with white beard and green robe without saying a word.

After a while, full of wine and food, Feng Qingyang caressed his white beard, his eyes were piercing, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your hospitality, I don't know what's the matter here?"

"I heard that the elder of the Huashan School of Sword Sect is Qingyang, with extraordinary talents, and he has learned the "Dugu Nine Swords" by the Southern Song sword demon Dugu Qiubai. I am here to ask for advice, and I want to try how high Huashan is."

A piece of shrill drama drifted into Feng Qingyang's ears, making Feng Qingyang laugh dumbfounded.

"I never thought that the old man has retired from the world for many years, and there are still rumors about the old man in the world. The old man really knows "Dugu Nine Swords". If you want to give it a try, then come."

Feng Qingyang raised his palm, and struck a powerful palm out of thin air, smashing a huge bluestone in front of the cave, and blasting it into powder with a bang, but the strange thing is, the stone powder was flying all over the sky, and there was a crisp sword sound, and a divine sword was born, and Feng Qingyang controlled the sword with Qi, and was drawn into his palm.

"Good internal strength, good weapon!"

Qiu Mingxuan's eyes lit up, he couldn't help admiring, he raised his sleeves and wiped his face suddenly, the three-eyed god will turn into a black and white judge, the black and white facial makeup exudes a fierce aura, Qiu Mingxuan's feet hit the ground, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, the speed was so fast that Feng Qingyang jumped.

Feng Qingyang raised his sleeve and brushed his sword, and subconsciously performed the "Broken Palm Style".

The clear light of the Songwen ancient sword is dazzling, the cold air invades people, the sword light is like snow training, the cold light is scorching, and the murderous aura is permeating.

In Feng Qingyang's shocked eyes, Qiu Mingxuan didn't dodge or dodge, and directly faced the sword with his palm, almost wanting to die!

"Clang~~~"

Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords has no move to win, but it has a move, it is indeed very subtle, the sword light flickers, he can predict the movement in advance, before Qiu Mingxuan's palm wind approaches, he raises a sword in time, and cuts to the wrist.

The arc of the sword light was precise, as if Qiu Mingxuan's palm fell against the blade of his sword, about to be cut off by the blade.

However, in the next second, under Feng Qingyang's shocked eyes, the ancient sword with pine pattern seemed to cut a hard gold stone, and a string of sparks was drawn, and a strong shock force came, Feng Qingyang's wrist hurt sharply, and the sword flew out of his hand with a whoosh.

At the same time, dazzling golden light erupted from Qiu Mingxuan's body, and the body-protecting stellar energy gushed out from the pores, condensed into a body-protecting golden bell, and sent Feng Qingyang flying with a bang.

"puff."

Feng Qingyang raised his head and sprayed blood, his body flew upside down for several meters, and hit the stone wall with a bang, causing secondary damage to his body, his internal organs were in severe pain, spitting out blood, soaking in the green robe on his chest, looking carefully, the dirty blood contained minced meat, as if his internal organs had been shattered by the shock.

Qiu Mingxuan stopped.

He tried out Feng Qingyang's martial arts, he is indeed a peerless master, with profound internal strength and sharp swordsmanship, he is a first-class figure in the Jianghu, but unfortunately he is too far away from his realm, just one blow almost killed him.

Qiu Mingxuan looked at him quietly without any movement, because Qiu Mingxuan had no internal strength and could not heal injuries.

Fortunately, Feng Qingyang's inner strength is deep and contains self-healing effects, the meridians in his body are gradually stabilized, and the inner strength of true energy circulates repeatedly, the state of being seriously injured and dying is relieved a lot, and the strange flushing color returns to his face.

"Cough cough cough."

After a while, Feng Qingyang regained consciousness, forced himself to stand up from the ground, and looked at Qiu Mingxuan with a complicated expression.

"What a monster!"

"I never thought that you would be able to master the horizontal kung fu of "Golden Bell Cover"."

"Fortunately, I'm a swordsman. If I had used my fists and kicks just now, I'm afraid I would have been shocked to death by your protective energy!"

Having said that, Feng Qingyang raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"For a meal of wine and meat, I almost lost half of my life. The old man's famous name is now ruined!"

Qiu Mingxuan didn't speak, seeing that Feng Qingyang was fine, he cupped his fists and bowed, then turned around and floated away.

Feng Qingyang watched him disappear under the boundless mountain, couldn't help feeling lonely, and went back to the cave to retreat and heal his injuries.

"Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years, this rivers and lakes... are not mine anymore!"

(End of this chapter)