Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

The fighting on the long street stopped, the fighting in the alleys stopped.

There is no need to ask, the fragmented corpses on the ground have already been picked up quickly.

A bucket of water was poured down, and the blood on the ground was instantly washed away and flowed to the low-lying area. The night wind blew by, and the bloody smell in the alley faded quickly. In less than half an hour, this dark and muddy alley seemed like It was washed from the beginning to the end by someone, and it was very clean. After a while, even the wet marks on the ground were dried, as if nothing had happened.

Under the absolute suppression of force, Linghu Chong, Ren Woxing and others had no power to resist, they were either captured or killed, none of them ran away.

Sun Baifa and his granddaughter had already left. After all, today was just to see how Linghu Chong, a rookie in the arena, was doing. Now that the dust had settled, he naturally had no reason to stay.

However, such thrilling fights did not make him happy, instead his heart was very heavy.

He is doubting his own martial arts, his time may have long passed, and his title of number one weapon spectrum has long been unworthy of the name.

Just as he was leaving slowly, someone caught his attention.

This is a crooked old man with gray hair, ragged clothes, and several old teeth missing in his mouth. He looks like an ordinary old beggar, but Sun Baifa knows him.

This is an old Jianghu that has been hidden from the world for more than forty years. Many years ago, Linghu Chong was as famous as Linghu Chong is now. However, the change in the master's family made him stop using swords and even hide his name. No one knows where he went.

I haven't seen him for many years, even Sun Baifa only recognized him after looking at him for a long time.

Why is he here?

Huashan School, Linghu Chong, swordsmanship.

It is enough to explain everything.

But when Sun Baifa looked at him, the old man always looked up at Sun Baifa, then lowered his head and staggered away leaning on a wooden stick.

It seemed that he only came to see the excitement when he heard the noise, and it had nothing to do with it.

Sun Baifa followed, and when they passed a clear stream, they couldn't get through.

But on the turbulent water, the old man floated down with his hands behind his back, like a floating leaf on the river, even more like a rootless duckweed, an untied boat.

As soon as Sun Baifa stopped, the old man also stopped. The seemingly rootless momentum took root in an instant, and he stood on the water without sinking or floating.

And at the moment when the old man stopped, the stream under his feet suddenly flowed backwards, and then flipped up into the air, like a waterfall cascading down, hanging high in the air, falling towards Sun Baifa and Sun Xiaohong's feet.

In an instant, the sword intent soared to the sky, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.

"This road is blocked! Please stop."

The old man said leisurely.

Hearing this, Sun Baifa smiled slowly.

"Old friend Feng, I haven't seen you for many years, but you don't even want to chat?"

"The old man has already withdrawn from the arena for decades, don't ask about world affairs, Mr. Sun, why make things difficult for the old man?"

"Really? If old friend Feng really quit the arena, why did he teach that Linghu kid swordsmanship, and why did he appear here?"

"..."

The old man didn't speak, but his eyes were full of light. When he stopped, he raised his right hand and breathed out the sword energy in his hand. He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had a sword in his heart, but he used his fingers as a sword.

The sword pointed upwards, and the stream between the two of them was split into two in an instant, like two swimming dragons, turning each other in the air, endlessly growing, connecting from head to tail.

"His swordsmanship is enough, but his heart is not enough, so he lost to Zhao Ning. As for the old man, he just wants to watch the excitement, but he has no intention of participating."

A tall and thin old man, with a clear appearance, a sallow complexion, and a rigid face with no signs of joy or anger. He looks ordinary, but if you take a closer look, you can see that the brilliance in this man's eyes is restrained, completely different from before, very different from his own age, young and Rejuvenated and alive, it looks like a young man.

With such a change, it is astonishing that one's skill has reached the peak and reached the state of returning to the original.

Peerless master.

"Then what is your identity now?" Sun Baifa asked.

The old man replied: "An idler in the mountains!"

"You are too self-effacing. Looking at your body, there is a sharp and strong sword intent hidden in your body. It is like the strange peak that reaches the blue sky with clouds rising to the moon. , the resulting momentum implies the way of heaven and earth, all-encompassing, just like the boundless ocean, really impressive!"

Sun Baifa admired more and more, and continued:

"This situation is not bad. Looking at the current world, it is only five fingers. It is a pity that this kind of ability is buried in the mountains."

The old man's eyelids trembled, he walked to a bluestone and sat down on his buttocks, his eyes calmed down, and said: "It's a pity, no matter how good your martial arts are, if you are caught by someone's weakness, you will let them take advantage of you. The old man has not done it for so many years." If you don't ask about Jianghu affairs, relatives and friends can enjoy their old age in peace, which is much better than those who are competitive in Jianghu."

He has kept his name incognito for many years, and I don't know how many people have seen their families destroyed because of the rivers and lakes, their wives and children scattered, and their bones are gone.

So when he saw Linghu Chong being taken away, he didn't help, because Qian Fan was dead, and he had seen too many such things.

Because Linghu Chong didn't remember his instructions, he was tainted with too much right and wrong, he also had a beloved woman in his heart, and with concern, his sword skills were restricted, so he was quickly defeated.

It was also because he knew that once he made a move, the consequences would be disastrous, and he didn't want to break his peaceful life.

Also because of... Ningxiu.

This person's conceived potential is something he has only seen in his life. Looking from a distance, it looks like a brilliant day in the sky, overwhelming Kyushu, swallowing the world with aura, similar to a black dragon prostrated on the ground, swallowing the world, and it has an impressive atmosphere!

Even if he has reached his level of cultivation, he can control the power of heaven and earth, command wind and thunder, understand all changes in the world, and compete with the general trend, but it's just a mayfly shaking a tree.

"Not necessarily. Let's see how beautiful I am. How many people in the Jianghu recognize me and admire me. It is because of my courage to fight hard that the Sun family can gain a foothold in the Jianghu and live well."

Sun Baifa shook his head, and did not agree with Feng Qingyang's words.

"By the way, where is your sword?"

"I forgot it a long time ago. How about having a meal together, old friend?"

"……good."

Sun Baifa looked at Feng Qingyang and nodded solemnly.

The wind is clear and its momentum is introverted, like still water and cold stones, unchanged from time immemorial, as if they have become one with the bluestone below them, indistinguishable from each other.

And the stream flows slowly, and the sound of gurgling water seems to be able to purify the mind.

The sound of running water together is strange to say, the sound of the wind whizzing past has disappeared at this moment, as if it has never appeared before, only the echo of running water remains in the world, it is ancient and far away, unique in the world, intoxicating, Such as carrying an inexplicable magical power.

Not only that, amidst the sound of running water, within a few feet of Feng Qingyang's side, green shoots break through the cracks in the rocks, greenery springs up from the ground, and in the cycle of withering and flourishing, there is a reversal of yin and yang.

And the spring bud grows an inch every time it breathes, just a blink of an eye, the wind is clear and the side is full of red flowers and green leaves, full of vitality, the flowers are like lotus flowers, not stained with dust, swaying in the wind.

A thought blossoms.

Such an extraordinary scene, Sun Xiaohong was only dumbfounded, inexplicably shocked, and thirsty.

The stream is still flowing, and there are shadows in the water, but they are reflections, the shadows of three people.

Feng Qingyang ate the rough cake with relish, looked at Sun Baifa, an old friend, and smiled cheerfully.

But Sun Baifa couldn't help frowning, the biscuit was about to go bad, and it was dry and hard, it was really the worst meal he had ever eaten in his life.

It was at this time that a rusty sword in the back of Huashan Mountain trembled uncontrollably, and finally broke with a "click" and "click".

Can find such a pure place in the turbulent rivers and lakes, no one disturbs, and then have a meal with the old people, the past, the past, the right and wrong, all scattered in the wind.

In this way, the sword used to compete for fame and fortune will probably never want to recognize him as its master again.