The words were earth-shattering, and Wen Heng asked in astonishment, "Tai Shishu's words are true?"
Gu Chuifang said: "The beginning of the Chunjun school was when the master of the school came across a sword of purejun on Yueying Mountain. The sword of purejun is actually the key to this underground palace. After the master pulled out this sword from the cliff, The underground palace opened, he entered the belly of Linqiu Peak, and found that it was full of martial arts exercises, as well as some ancient bamboo slips and silks with many strange characters recorded on them.
"Master has been studying in Yueying Mountain for several years, and he finally solved less than one tenth of it. He understood that by his own strength, he might not be able to penetrate all the secrets in this underground palace in his entire life, so he was on Yueying Mountain. The sect founded the school and accepted two talented and handsome disciples. The three masters and apprentices slowly translated and transcribed the martial arts stored in the underground palace. The Chunjun School's current "Wangwu Gong" and many martial arts are all from it. Come."
The eldest disciple of the first-generation master later became the second-generation head, and his younger brother was the elder of Linqiufeng. The two inherited the legacy of their master and continued to accept apprentices. They wanted to decipher all the martial arts of the underground palace and carry it forward. But not long after, the two quickly discovered that among these disciples, some people had gone so wrong because of practicing martial arts in the underground palace, and their foundations were completely destroyed.
Gu Chuifang sighed: "In the martial arts of the underground palace, there should be a piece of mind-dharma that captures the overall situation, but unfortunately I haven't seen it so far, and I don't know where it is left. In this general chapter, "Wangwu Gong" is like "Little Wangwu Gong". In "Forgetting Wuwu Gong", many of the incomprehensible points are due to the lack of the general chapter. Some disciples are less talented, and strong practice of advanced martial arts is counterproductive and easy to go astray. All in all, my master and my uncle have seen that The terrifying part of this martial arts has become more and more cautious, and he simply sealed the underground palace to prevent future generations from repeating the same mistakes. After the two elders passed away, the Chunjun Sword was passed on to my senior brother Zheng Lian as a token of the master. After we discussed it, we all felt that The underground palace should not be opened again, so I will keep this matter a secret and swear not to spread it."
"It's a pity that we can guard against ordinary people, but we can't guard against those who have a heart. When I was 30 years old, I accepted a disciple named Nie Zhu. He was very intelligent, and his roots were excellent. Not only did he practice "Forgetting Wuwu Gong", he also entered the world very quickly. I saw the problem and came to ask me for advice. I believed him too much at the time, so I told him some stories about the underground palace, but Nie Zhu remembered it in my heart. A year later on August 15th, he took advantage of my brother and I. He went to Tuozhou to attend the meeting, sneaked into the underground palace late at night, stole some of the martial arts secrets, and also stole the Chunjun sword, the treasure of the town sect, and since then he has gone far away and has never been seen again."
Hearing this, Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan looked at each other silently, and said suspiciously, "Uncle Tai, this disciple fought a black-clothed masked man on the mountain behind Linqiu Peak the night before, and then fell into a deep pit. Late, the Chunjun sword was just stolen..."
"The sword is fake." Gu Chuifang confessed: "The treasure of Chunjun's sect was stolen by others. It's not good to talk about it, and I'm even more afraid of being coveted, so my brother simply made a fake one. In this way, even in the future Chunjun is stolen again, and will not lead people to the underground palace."
Wen Heng nodded, Gu Chuifang sighed: "I don't know people well, and I made a big mistake. Not only is I worried that Nie Zhu will use the martial arts he learned from the underground palace to bring harm to the martial arts, but he is also worried about the exposure of the underground palace, which will make people jealous and bring harm to Chunjun. Big/trouble, so I call myself this, guarding the underground palace day and night."
"Good boy, this is what I want to entrust you with." He said to Wen Heng, "The Chunjun Sword has been left behind for thirty years and has not been returned yet. Please go and find it for me and bring it back to Yueying Mountain. ."
"I'm so old that I won't be able to stay here for many years. God arranged for the two of you to come here today, which means that I have the fate to unravel this long-cherished wish, so that I can die without any worries."
Wen Heng was startled: "Why did Uncle Tai say this? You are healthy and healthy, how could you—"
Gu Chuifang waved his hand and said, "The flaws in "Forgetting Things" are hard to fix, and it is difficult to improve after practicing to a certain level. Not only will it not gain any gain, but it will actually harm the body. It is only why Nie Zhu took the Chunjun Sword, but no one ever broke into the underground palace again."
Wen Heng could not imagine how tortuous and tangled the master-disciple friendship between Gu Chuifang and Nie Zhu in those days, but from the few words of the master and uncle, it is not difficult to hear the sorrow and sorrow, Nie Zhu must be an amazing and talented person. That's why his betrayal made Gu Chuifang particularly discouraged.
Whether it's looking for a sword or someone, it doesn't matter what the story is behind it. He has promised Gu Chuifang to do things for him, and he should do it. Wen Heng nodded and said, "Tai Shishu, don't worry, no matter what, the disciple will definitely bring the Chunjun Sword to you."
Gu Chuifang looked at him for a moment, then gently waved, "Come here."
Wen Heng walked up to him without knowing why, and knelt down halfway. Gu Chuifang put his hand on top of his head. Wen Heng only felt a warm current pouring down from the top of his head and rushed to his limbs. Blood flow resumed. The inner palace was filled to the extreme at first, and then it suddenly became empty, fluttering like clouds and mists, it was a school of unprecedented openness and freedom.
There were traces of white smoke slowly scattered all over his body, his expression was calm and calm, and he felt that his body was light and almost flew off the ground. Although the majestic internal force does not flow along the meridians, it is everywhere. Every inch of skin is washed away by this torrent-like internal breath, and hundreds of rivers return together, eventually turning into a vast sea of air in the chest.
On the other hand, Gu Chuifang, with the continuous injection of internal energy into Wen Heng's body, his ruddy complexion gradually withered, his expression became tired, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to be ten years older.
Wen Heng opened his eyes and realized that he had passed most of his skills to himself. Even though Gu Chuifang promised to take advantage of others' danger in order to force him, he still did one more thing and couldn't bear to let him die in vain. His heart was unspeakable, and he couldn't help but say in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Tai..."
Gu Chuifang smiled softly and said, "You are young, but your swordsmanship skills are very high, which is good, but it is always impossible to protect your body without internal strength. Good boy, I will pass on my eight successes to you, although I can't open up the meridians for you. , but if you encounter danger in the future, you can at least save your life once."
Wen Heng bowed deeply: "Thank you, Tai Shishu."
Gu Chuifang added: "Your physique is different from that of ordinary people, but according to what I have learned from studying "Forgetting Wuwu Gong" over the years, if I can find that lost mind method, there may be no way out. The fate of it is still unknown."
After he said these few words, he was out of strength, described as withered, and showed a look of exhaustion on his face. Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan didn't want to disturb him any more, so they asked: "The two of us have been trapped here for a long time, and the outside world is still hunting for the disciples. We must go out in time to clarify the details, so as not to mistake the real murderer, and we hope that the great uncle Point out a way for the disciples to escape."
Gu Chuifang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "The underground palace has a total of eight gates, three floors inside and outside, shaped like a nine-gong gossip array. You came through the wound door, and you should have been trapped in the stone corridor. The formation has changed, and the wounded door has become a living door. Wherever you come from, you can leave from where you are."
Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan glanced at each other and still had lingering fears when they remembered the ghostly talisman on that wall. Seeing this, Gu Chuifang said: "The martial arts on the wall are also profound martial arts, and they are the most likely to confuse people's minds. You just have to keep your eyes peeled, don't be greedy, and don't be in a hurry. Naturally, it won't hurt you."
That being said, when the two returned to the stone corridor and looked at the big hole at least ten feet above their heads, they still sighed in unison.
Xue Qinglan folded her arms and said, "Senior brother, why don't you go back and ask your uncle too, and let him come out and give us a ride?"
Wen Heng thought about it for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "No, I know what to do."
He handed the sword in his hand to Xue Qinglan and said, "Using internal strength, nail the sword into the stone wall and nail it higher than me."
Xue Qinglan tilted her head, raised her face slightly, and stared at Wen Heng, who was half a head taller than herself, suspecting that he was either too idle to find a fight, or that he was in a hurry to lose his mind.
Wen Heng couldn't help laughing, he bowed and lifted Xue Qinglan up, and weighed it, "This height is about the same."
There was a sound of "zheng", and the iron sword held 80% of its internal strength, like a knife cutting tofu, and it was deeply embedded in the stone wall. Xue Qinglan lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and asked his senior brother coldly, "Is it enough?"
Wen Heng put him down, rubbed the back of his head very naturally, then jumped slightly and grabbed the hilt of the sword. The body weight pressed the flexible sword body into an arc, so that his toes just touched the ground. Wen Heng tried the flexibility of the sword body, knowing what he knew, and said to Xue Qinglan: "I count three times, and when it reaches one, you can use Qinggong to go up."
Xue Qinglan didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, but she had a kind of blind trust in him and nodded in agreement. Wen Heng then kicked hard on the ground, and his whole body bounced with the blade—
"three!"
The iron sword bounced, leading him to slam upwards—
"two!"
Wen Heng bounced to the highest point, and fell again and again—
"one!"
The moment he stepped on the ground, his true qi spontaneously gathered on the soles of his feet, giving birth to a strong elasticity. Xue Qinglan lifted up the "step down to grow lotus", Wen Heng stretched his arms and hugged him, and the two of them jumped up at the same time, swaying straight up, In an instant, he passed through the big hole at the top of the stone corridor and rushed into the deep pit in the back mountain.
Wen Heng's internal strength is not what it used to be, this time his strength is not trivial, even longer than Xue Qinglan's stay in the air. Xue Qinglan didn't wait for the momentum to run out, her toes were already on the wall of the cave, and once again leveraged her strength to fly with Wen Heng. Previously, the two of them had been trapped in the cave for a long time and could not escape, but this time they flew out of the cave and landed steadily on the dirt path beside them.
The big stone used to seal the hole was still on the side, Xue Qinglan glanced at Wen Heng, Wen Heng nodded, Xue Qinglan stepped down and kicked the stone back to its original position, blocking the hole tightly.
At this time, it was almost dusk, a red sun hung obliquely outside the mountain, and the twilight was like amber covering the empty forest. Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan finally escaped from their lives. At this moment, everything was settled, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.
Xiao Xiaosongfeng blew his shirt and long hair, the two of them looked at the sunset side by side, and looked at each other at the same time, recalling this thrilling encounter in just half a day, standing under the evening wind and sunset at this moment. An indescribable joy was born.
For the first time, they fought side by side and used their skills. Not only did they escape from death, but they also met each other's sincerity in times of crisis. This friendship is so precious, it is enough to comfort this life. sweet.
Wen Heng pondered: "There are always many twists and turns due to a meal. Sure enough, one drink and one peck is a pre-determination. It used to be A Que, now it is Qing Lan, both of them are generally dull, from now on Afterwards, we must protect this little brat, and we must not repeat the same mistakes."
Although Xue Qinglan was wearing Wen Heng's coat, he was quickly blown through by the frigid mountain wind. He looked at Wen Heng, who was thinly dressed, and said softly, "Come back."
Wen Heng put away his thoughts, casually put his shoulders on him, and replied, "Well, I'm going back."
Xue Qinglan turned her head to take a last look at the glazed sunset, and walked side by side with him. The two figures fluttered far away and soon disappeared at the end of the mountain road.