In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was dawning, many people went up the mountain one after another. After Wen Heng and Nie Ying finished washing up in the mountain stream in the forest, they ate some dry food to feed their stomachs, then put on their bamboo hats and set off for Siyou Mountain.
The Chu Family Sword Sect has been operating in Tuozhou for hundreds of years and has a huge influence. The entire Siyou Mountain is as large as Yueying Mountain, all of which are occupied by the Chu family's sword faction. Thousands of heroes and heroes came to the meeting and scattered in the mountain, but they were scattered in the mountains, which shows that the land is vast.
The mountain road is long, and every few steps, disciples of the Chu family's sword sect distribute tea by the roadside to welcome guests. Wen Heng and the others came here by coincidence, just in time for the Boshan faction to go up the mountain, and the two followed behind the crowd, led by the disciples of the Chu family.
Siyou Mountain has a beautiful scenery, including strange and dangerous peaks, as well as turbulent waterfalls. The scenery is different from Yueying Mountain and You Valley. Wen Heng looked at the scenery for a while, suddenly remembered something, and asked Nie Ying quietly, "Brother, the Boshan faction is not always good at swordsmanship, why do you bring so many people to join in the fun?"
Nie Ying knew that his brother had lived in a deep valley for many years and didn't know much about martial arts, so he patiently explained to him: "Everyone can come to power at the Sword Discourse Conference and compete for the title of the best swordsman in the world. There are many Boshan factions. If you are a good swordsman, if you go up to the competition and win, you will earn nothing, and if you lose, you will not lose. Besides, the sword discussion conference is managed by the Chu family's sword faction, and the heroes from all over the world are invited to show their prestige in the martial arts. It's nothing more than touting each other and saving face, but for the sake of harmony between the two factions, the Boshan faction must also come to the meeting."
Wen Heng glanced at him and said to his heart that Nie Ying looked like a dashing and unrestrained Jianghu guest, but he didn't expect that his mind was quite meticulous and he knew a lot. He nodded in agreement and said, "The Chu family's sword faction has a lot of ambitions. They firmly hold the power of the sword discussion conference in their hands. In the future, there will be a lot of responses. It is impossible to say that this sword discussion conference will become a martial arts conference."
A strange look flashed in Nie Ying's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "He talks about swords and knives by himself, and we can't control the affairs of big men, let him go."
Wen Heng just smiled without saying a word, and followed the crowd.
After walking for about a cup of tea, a very deep fissure appeared in front of me, more than a few feet wide, and there was a stream of rocks underneath. There was no bridge on both sides, only connected by iron cables. In the scorching summer, the wind blowing from the bottom of the stream is actually cold and cold, like a sharp blade scraping through the skin, which is horrifying.
Many people were trapped here and did not dare to walk the rusty iron rope easily. They were anxious. When the disciples of the Chu family came over, they all rushed up and shouted, "Why is there no bridge here?"
"It doesn't even have a bridge, what kind of hospitality is this!"
Although the Chu family member spoke politely, there was a look of pride on his face, and he said unhurriedly: "If you want to go to the terrace, this is the fastest way. If the heroes don't want to take the iron rope, they can go from the west. Go around the road, there is a mountain road dug by manpower, just slower."
When everyone heard this, they immediately realized that this "Sky Scraping" was also a part of the Sword Discussion Conference. However, in front of so many people, no one wants to show their timidity, being the first person to take a detour, but no one dares to go up and try the iron cable in person. After all, the cliff is very deep. Gotta fall half way.
The disciple of the Chu family who led the way turned to the Boshan faction with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand and said, "Everyone, please."
Boshan sent some old and young people here this time, and when they saw this deep valley, several young people couldn't help showing fear on their faces. When they looked at each other, a man with a long beard came out and said loudly, "Since my nephew said that this is the fastest way, then go this way." Qinggong, stepping on the iron rope hurried to the other side.
Beginning with him, the rest of the Boshan Sect disciples followed suit, and the elders with good deeds led the younger disciples and walked over the iron rope one by one. Seeing this, the heroes of the rivers and lakes, who were as scattered as sand, also sought help from their companions. Those who really had no companions, they paid money to ask for help, and those who were poor and poor in martial arts had to follow the instructions of the Chu family and go west. Don't go up the mountain.
Wen Heng had seen enough of the excitement, and when the disciple of the Chu family flew to the other side, he turned his head and asked Nie Ying, "Can Big Brother go there? If it's inconvenient, I'll take you there."
Nie Ying let out a snort, thinking that he was making a fuss: "A gutter can be traversed with closed eyes. You want to carry me over with your little arm, and you are not afraid to flick your wrist."
Wen Heng didn't know the depth of his internal strength, but when he was on the road with him, the two of them had similar footsteps. He thought that Nie Yingqing's skills should not be bad, so he went with him and said lightly, "Let's go."
His Qinggong was very elegant, his whole figure was like a gust of wind, he slid out along the ropeway, the iron rope didn't even sway, and he had arrived at the opposite side safely.
Nie Ying stepped on the iron rope like everyone from the Boshan faction, and stepped out a few feet in one step. When Wen Heng stood up, he was also landing from mid-air.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Nie Ying said with emotion: "Brother's light-hearted kung fu makes me admire so much."
There were also some stranded stragglers over there. Seeing that the two of them were graceful and swift, walking through the deep valley as if they were walking on the ground, they all clapped their hands and applauded, "What a handsome kung fu!"
Wen Heng heard the call from far away, pressed the hat down, covered his face, and said, "Let's go."
After walking for a while, and turning around a jagged rock, I saw a huge cliff suddenly pulled up from the flat ground, like a natural barrier, blocking everyone on the mountain road.
The cliffs have been eroded by wind and rain for a long time, and the rock protrusions are few, steep and smooth. Fortunately, there are iron vines next to them, which can be climbed by force. When they arrived, they were catching up with Boshan's group to climb the cliff. However, going straight up and down is more difficult than crossing the iron rope in the air, and the cliffs are extraordinarily high. However, at the moment, some Boshan disciples lost their strength, or accidentally stepped on the air and fell halfway.
Boshan left an uncle to support him. Although the disciples would not be injured when they fell, it would be difficult for them to muster up the courage to climb up again after falling from such a high place. The last group of people fell down halfway, and the uncle's face was a little ugly, but it was because of the crowd, so he had to take the disciples to detour.
Wen Heng stared at it for a moment, then smiled, "Interesting."
At first, he was still thinking that if thousands of people swarmed up, this sword discussion conference would turn into a vegetable market. Unexpectedly, the Chu family sword faction screened out many people halfway through two natural dangers. It is estimated that only the elites of each faction will be able to reach the top of the mountain in the end. Hundreds of people will fight each other again, and the final winner will naturally be worthy of the title of "No. 1 in the world".
Nie Ying asked, "Can you still go up?"
During the conversation, some people tried to climb and fell, some people continued to be fine, and no one broke their legs. Wen Heng stayed in the secluded valley for four years, using the cliff as an official road every day, almost becoming a golden monkey. This rock wall was just a piece of cake for him. He nodded, looked at Nie Ying instead, and asked, "What do you think, Big Brother?"
Nie Ying said solemnly, "Brother Fool, give it a try, if it doesn't work, you'll fall off halfway, and you'll have to go home in despair."
Wen Heng knew that his martial arts skills were not weak, and he was watching over him, so there shouldn't be anything wrong, so he said, "Okay, big brother walks from the vine, be careful with your feet."
Nie Ying asked, "How about you?"
Wen Heng said, "I'm used to being wild in the mountains, so I don't need that. Big brother, just rest assured and go up."
Nie Ying hasn't figured out Wen Heng's path so far, but he can vaguely feel that his martial arts are strong and far above him. He knew that there were some deficiencies in Qinggong, and he could only make up for it with his arm strength, so he used his hands together on the soles of his feet, and his body was like an ape, and he quickly climbed up.
Wen Heng saw that he was agile and climbed very smoothly, and he jumped up, but he did not walk on the iron vine, and his toes only lightly touched the bulge of the rock. People are flying like birds in the sky, their sleeves are fluttering, and they are swaying up several meters.
His posture is light and unrestrained, indescribable, and the nobles in the rivers and lakes below are stunned, and they all ask in surprise: "What kind of master is this person? Qinggong is so powerful!"
As soon as Nie Ying raised her head, she saw his figure passing over her lightly, and was about to climb to the top of the cliff. She was both respectful and startled, and just as she was about to work harder, an exclamation suddenly came from her ear. The wind suddenly tightened, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky. Nie Ying subconsciously ducked to the side, and fell straight off the cliff.
The two should have passed each other, but who knew that the man had nowhere to go, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Nie Ying's sleeve and pulled him off the iron cane!
"what are you doing!"
Nie Ying was startled, and hurriedly tried to break free, but the man grabbed his arm like iron pincers, his eyes were cold, and he was actually trying to drag him as a backstop. Nie Ying was clenched by him with one hand, and was unable to fight back in midair, so he had to pull out the whip tightly wrapped around his waist, and slammed it into the air, the whip wrapped around a thick vine, and stopped falling for the time being.
At this time, one person dragged one person, hanging precariously on a high cliff, with nowhere to stay. Although Nie Ying's soft whip was strong, it didn't wrap tightly and could only delay for a while. He suppressed his anger and didn't do anything. He lowered his head and said to the man who was holding on to him: "This whip can't bear the weight of the two of you. You go down and I don't care about you."
The man gritted his teeth without saying a word, raised his eyes and looked up, and suddenly pulled Nie Ying down with a ruthless force. Another thick vine, climbed up quickly.
Nie Ying was almost kicked out of blood by him, and the vines that were tied by the whip were also pulled loose. Seeing that he was about to fall straight, a gray shadow suddenly flew out of the volley. Wen Heng's action was like lightning, and his movements were so fast that his eyes dazzled. He first turned his body in mid-air and gave the man a kick, kicking him three feet upside down, then he drew his sword from behind and nailed it into the rock. Sewing, stretched out his arm and grabbed with the momentum, just caught Nie Ying and brought him back.
His face was as frosty as ice, his anger was evidently undiminished, and his questions seemed to contain icicles: "Are you alright?"
Nie Ying grabbed Tie Teng with his hand, retracted the soft whip, heaved a sigh of relief, and sighed with sincerity: "It's not in the way. Yue Chi, from now on, you are the elder brother's brother."
Wen Heng turned his head away, reluctantly held back his failure, and his expression changed slightly: "Sure, I'll take you up."
Without waiting for Nie Ying's reply, he kicked hard on the cliff with the soles of his feet, drew the sword with one hand, grabbed the person with the other, and suddenly pulled it up to a height of two feet, and the next step was the same. Wen Heng's inner breath is deep and his movements are inexhaustible. Shi Zhan "brings a lotus under the steps". Even if he is carrying a hundred-pound man in his hand, he can still borrow strength from a very small foothold.
A cliff that many people can't climb with their brains, he only needs a dozen steps to reach the top of the cliff.
The author has something to say: Next week, Xiao Xue will appear with red lips and eyeliner and heavy makeup! (I'm talking nonsense)