The sun is rising.
On both sides of the Qingjiang River, the morning mist is thin, covering the mountains and waters.
The river breeze blows away the morning fog on the river, and also blows Yan Jueling's top-quality sky silk cloak with silver and gold lines outlining the corners. about.
It was the third day that Ye Qingxuan and Sushang Palace and his party arrived in this secluded fishing village.
Yan Jueling's three masters and servants have also arrived at the wharf of the fishing village, under the villa.
Looking up, Xiayin Village is lost in the morning mist, calm and elegant, like a paradise, a fairyland on earth.
"In the fog and rain in the fishing village of Momo, the green junipers reflect the red maple. In ancient times, painters knew so much, except Fan Kuan." Yan Jueling looked at the scenery here, smiled lightly, and said: "'Qingjiang Xiayin' Shen Jiangping, hehe , a self-proclaimed hero, originally thought he was a worldly person, but seeing him escape from the world in such a strange fishing village, it can be regarded as a bit of taste."
Jiantong looked forward, frowned and said: "My lord, there are many fishing boats in front of the pier, and the stench is unpleasant, why don't we jump to the shore from here to avoid that smelly place..."
Yan Jueling nodded, the three master and servant paused at the same time, and the three figures suddenly left the boat and flew to the shore.
There was a silver light, and with a bang, a huge ingot of silver was nailed to the passenger ship, and it was counted as the ship's fare.
The three of Yan Jueling and the boatman had no time to say hello, so they had already arrived on the shore.
As soon as he touched the shore, Jiantong said again: "My lord, there are several trails here, but I don't know which one leads to Shangxia Yincun?"
The three of them were several miles away from Xiayin Village, and Yan Jueling had a serious obsession with cleanliness, and would rather walk through the forest than approach a fishing village that smelled like fish and shrimp.
Yan Jueling folded his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Go and ask and you will know."
Jian Tong was taken aback: "Ask who?"
Yan Jueling's eyes turned, Ye Qingxuan's expression was indifferent, his mind wandered, and he slowly turned out from the intersection over there.
Mei Yinxue practiced martial arts with her fellow teachers and sisters for the past two days, trying to adjust her body to the best condition, and prepare for her breakthrough in the future.
And Ye Qingxuan has already asked Xu Zhengyi for help, thoroughly investigating the whereabouts of Xianlongdong and Qu Guihong and his party, waiting to find the whereabouts of the enemy, and immediately take revenge for Ao Ziqing.
At this time, there is no room for redemption between the two parties.
To take revenge, Ye Qingxuan could only wait now. On this day, in order to get rid of Xu Xiyu's tiresome challenge, he had no choice but to walk outside the village, wandering all the way, and unexpectedly arrived at the riverside.
As he walked forward, he was thinking about the next thing to be dealt with immediately, and said in a low voice: "The first one is to avenge Ao Ziqing and kill Xianlongdong, Qu Guihong and others; the second one is to calm Zhenyue." The battle between the mountain city and the Dongxian Valley; the third is to help the thirty-six people in Sushang Palace to become innate. , to help Tsing Yi Building wipe out this group of demon masters... think again, will there be a fifth task that you have forgotten?"
All of a sudden, so many things overwhelmed Ye Qingxuan, and his mind was a little confused. He didn't know how many times he had read it, and his voice was a little vague.
Jiantong hurried over from the side, caught up with Ye Qingxuan, and stopped in front of him in an instant. Ye Qingxuan seemed to be unaware of it, but subconsciously swayed, walked around, and continued to move forward.
Jiantong couldn't help being stunned, a burst of anger surfaced on his face, he immediately chased after him, turned around, and blocked Ye Qingxuan again, this time afraid of being bypassed by Ye Qingxuan, he stretched out his hands, occupying the entire path, and shouted at the same time. He said in one voice, "Smelly Taoist priest, stop! Let me ask you, which way should we go if we want to visit 'Qingjiang Xiayin' Shen Jiangping?"
Ye Qingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to it, and casually pointed to the direction of "Xiayin Villa" in the hill, and said to himself: "The first one is the most important, but we must wait for the right time..." The voice was vague, and Jiantong couldn't hear it clearly. Ye Qingxuan said again: "The second point, the impact is a little farther away, but it is imminent..."
Jian Tong asked: "Is it the first or the second?"
"Article Three..."
Jiantong let out an "oh" and shouted: "My lord, he said that we should take the third road to go to Xiayin Villa."
Yan Jueling nodded, looked at Ye Qingxuan coldly, saw nothing unusual, and immediately walked forward.
It was only at this time that Ye Qingxuan woke up like a dream, and said aloud: "The road over there is wrong. To get to the villa, you just need to go up the mountain. The villa is quite big, so it's easy to find!"
Yan Jueling stopped abruptly and smiled coldly.
But Jiantong jumped up and shouted: "Bold! Then you said the third one just now?"
Unexpectedly, a young boy who seems to be dressed in an extraordinary way speaks so arrogantly and rudely. Ye Qingxuan was immediately a little unhappy, turned around and wanted to leave, and didn't want to pay attention. Unexpectedly, the sword boy rushed over and cursed at the same time: "You are in front of us! You dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, we leveled your Taoist temple and dismantled your bones!?"
He stepped forward and kicked straight to Ye Qingxuan's chest!
Ye Qingxuan frowned and stepped sideways to pass, but for an eleven or twelve-year-old child, Ye Qingxuan was upset and would not be as knowledgeable as a child.
But the sword boy found that he hit the air with one move, his eyes immediately stood up, he turned around and bent his elbows, and came straight to Ye Qingxuan's side!
You ungrateful animal!
Ye Qingxuan stood still, restraining his body-protecting qi, and his [Vajra Indestructible Body] magic skill is already natural, even if he doesn't use it, he can still operate it all the time. As long as the opponent dares to attack, he can guarantee that his body-protecting magic skill will shock him If he is physically weak, he must have a broken arm and be taught a lesson.
If I don't take action to teach you a lesson, but let you suffer the consequences, it can be regarded as a lesson.
And just when the opponent's elbow was about to hit the body, suddenly the noble son in the brocade robe and cloak of the opponent suddenly shouted: "Jiantong!"
Jiantong immediately withdrew his hands and put his hands aside in fear, "My lord──"
Ye Qingxuan smirked to himself, thinking that Yan Jueling would teach this innocent sword boy a lesson.
Unexpectedly, Yan Jueling yelled displeasedly: "How do I teach you on weekdays? You should take care of yourself. Why should you argue with a low-level fortune-teller? Why don't you go with me!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and led Qin Tong away into the air. The sword boy held the long sword, turned his head and gave Ye Qingxuan a hard look, gave a sound of pooh, and immediately chased after him.
Master Xiaodao, I draw lots for fortune-telling!
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth angrily, and stood on the spot in a daze for a moment.
…
Amidst the lingering green smoke, Shen Jiangping sat upright with a look of joy on his face.
Shen Jiangping's eldest disciple, Yan Wenwen, led Yan Jueling in, and stood aside respectfully. Yan Jueling looked at Shen Jiangping here, with a bit of arrogance on his face, but he still bowed to the ground, and said politely : "Yan Kongshan Yan Jueling, a disciple of the Shuzhong Sword League, was ordered by my father to come to pay my respects to my senior."
Shen Jiang Pinglang laughed a few times, and replied happily: "Hahaha, what a good nephew. I think it has been a full ten or two years since Shen and his father, brother Yan, discussed the Tao in Longhu Mountain for the last time... Time flies! .Is your father all right now?"
"My father is as healthy as ever."
Yan Jueling's father, that is the head of Yankong Mountain, the "Sword Jue" Yan Pianqian. The realm is empty, the prestige is illustrious, in terms of strength and reputation, it is not inferior to any master of heaven, and it is really one of the masters who has the strength to challenge the "Thirty-six Heavens". It was just because Xiao Bugan, who was defeated by Changbai Sword Sect back then, was so angry that he no longer came out of the mountain.
"I don't know what advice Brother Yan has for asking my nephew to come this time?"
"Don't dare." Yan Jueling slowly raised her head, and said calmly: "This junior has a little success in the way of swordsmanship. This time, I was ordered by my father to go down the mountain to practice. My father once specifically explained that if you pass by Jingnan, you must tell senior Greetings. At the same time, on the way, the younger generation learned that Uncle Bimen Lu was harassed by a demon clown, so he came here to help my Uncle Lu."
Shen Jiangping suddenly patted his forehead, and said: "Oh, that's right. My cousin is a disciple of Grandma Miaozhen in Guxia Mountain, and she and your father are brothers and sisters of the same school, but it was Shen who was negligent. Your uncle Lu is here Rest in the back house, and I will have someone take you there to pay a visit later. But Nephew Yan Xian must not be careless, this time the Demon Sect's attack is not provoking by remnants, but that many old demons have returned to the rivers and lakes, the danger is not small."
Yan Jueling let out an "oh" and said calmly, "So, their martial arts are really extraordinary?"
Shen Jiangping responded with a "huh" and nodded.
Yan Jueling smiled coldly, and said conceitedly: "It seems that the responsibility of the younger generation to eliminate demons and defend the way is really not light."
Shen Jiangping smiled calmly, Yan Wenwen frowned slightly, and Yan Jueling then presented a small box.
"This is..." Shen Jiangping asked doubtfully.
Yan Jueling proudly replied: "Back to what Senior Shen said, here is a 'Nine Turns Huoluo Pill'. My father heard that Senior Shen has been looking for a good medicine to restore life. It just so happens that my father has gathered this 'Nine Turns Huoluo Pill' in recent years. The material was refined into a furnace just a year ago, and the younger generation is specially ordered to enshrine this medicine to the senior."
Shen Jiangping's eyes fell, and he said: "The Shushan Sword League's 'Nine Turns Huoluo Pill' is a panacea that people in the Jianghu dream of, and Shen can't afford it."
"Before the younger generation went down the mountain, my father told the younger generation to send the golden elixir to the senior. If the senior refused to accept it, how can the younger generation go back and return?"
"This..." Shen Jiangping sighed secretly, he was sure to get this panacea, because this panacea might save an old friend who was seriously injured, and he could even learn from him the real reason why his wife and children were separated. , so he couldn't help but refuse.
"Since this is the case, it is better to be respectful than to follow orders. My dear nephew, please thank your lord for me." Shen Jiangping's gloomy expression flashed away, and then he shouted: "Ask—"
Yan Wenwen responded and stepped forward to take the small box.
Yan Jueling smiled and said: "The younger generation has a few words that are like a bone stuck in the throat, but if you say it, you are afraid of offending."
"Shen and your father have always been like brothers and sisters. If your nephew has something to say, you might as well speak it out."
"When my younger generation was learning swordsmanship since childhood, my father often said that when it comes to swordsmanship in the martial arts, it is nothing more than Lingyun, Fengyi, Changbai, Sushang, and Shushan sects. The swordsmanship of these sects is outstanding and has a long history. Every generation has a great master of swordsmanship. However, in the words of my father, he specifically mentioned Senior Shen, thinking that with one person, Senior Shen created a swordsmanship comparable to the swordsmanship passed down and studied by several major sects for generations. The magic of self-created swordsmanship is probably the best in the world besides Li Muchan..."
Yan Jueling stared at Shen Jiangping, and said slowly: "Since I was born for 20 years, I have practiced the six major swordsmanship of Shushan, and I feel that there are no flaws in the swordsmanship, so I have always wanted to find opportunities to use it. All sects, let’s learn the swordsmanship of the world, since this junior is here today..."
Shen Jiangping's expression became serious, and before the other party finished speaking, he cut off his mouth and said: "Every school of swordsmanship has its own strengths and weaknesses, high and low, it doesn't depend on the school, it only depends on the attainment and understanding of the sword learner."
Yan Jueling proudly said: "This junior dare not agree, but in the eyes of this junior, I think that there are inherently good and bad swordsmanship."
"Brother Yan Pianqian's [Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art] was obtained from the true biography of Master Baimei of the Shushan Sword League. Nothing compares..."
Yan Jueling mentioned the swordsmanship competition, and the challenger directly faced Shen Jiangping. It's not that he is so arrogant that he thinks he can defeat a master of heaven, it's just a competition of swordsmanship, not a duel, the contestants only use sword moves and don't use internal strength, even people with very different realms can still compete fairly.
It's just that Yan Jueling, as a junior in the first world, challenges the "master of the sky", if it happens, no matter whether he wins or loses, it will greatly elevate his status in the arena. Just holding on to his own identity and directly challenging the masters of the sky, it is too self-conscious, and it seems that he is extremely arrogant.
Seeing Shen Jiangping categorically rejecting the proposal, Yan Jueling was furious and hurriedly said: "Senior..."
Yan Wenwen took two steps forward, leaned forward and said, "My teacher has already made it very clear, Brother Yan, don't force yourself..."
Yan Jueling turned pale and asked with a glance, asserting: "It has been said since ancient times that famous teachers produce outstanding disciples. Senior Shen has many disciples. Among them, there must be some who have passed on the true teachings. If it is inconvenient for seniors, it is better to let your disciples teach you." it's..."
Yan Wenwen was furious in his heart, thinking that this person is so ignorant, he must teach him a lesson. He bowed his body, took a step forward, and was about to strike, but was immediately stopped by Shen Jiangping and said: "Don't be rude to distinguished guests." Then he said to Yan Jueling: "The way to practice martial arts is to strengthen your body and uphold justice. If you only want Winning or losing, wouldn't it be a mistake to fall into the magic way?"
"But… "
"Ask──" Shen Jiangping said in a deep voice, "Entertain your distinguished guests well."
He also said to Yan Jueling: "There are many places worth visiting in Xiayin Villa. My nephew came here from a long distance. You might as well stay for a few more days so that Shen can fulfill his kindness as a landlord. The residence of my uncle is my uncle's residence. Tu Yan Wenwen knew that, if your nephew goes, you might as well let him take you there..."
"In that case... that's fine." Yan Jueling smiled coldly.
…
The scenery on Xiayin Village is indeed excellent, but in Yan Jueling's view, it is not always tasteful.
When he came to Xiayin Village, he had no intention of visiting at all.
Qin Tong and Jian Tong also saw that Yan Jue Ling was not in a good mood, so they dared not make a sound, but followed closely behind.
After passing the Jiuqu Bridge, Yan Jueling suddenly stopped and said, "Qin Tong, Jian Tong!" He put his hands behind his back and didn't turn his head.
"Young master."
"What do you two think is the difference between the landscape of Jingzhou and my landscape of Shuzhou?"
Qin Tong and Jian Tong exchanged glances, and Qin Tong said: "The land of Jingzhou has too much water vapor. Although there are many picturesque landscapes, I always feel that there is a bit less majestic spirit. There is too much yin energy and yang energy. Insufficient, it's not like the Shushan sword, which is so elegant that it gathers the elites of heaven and earth, and it's not as majestic and intimidating as the northern mountains."
Yan Jueling smiled with satisfaction. Just at this moment, a voice said: "The disciples of the Shushan Sword League are indeed more than graceful, but they are not heroic."
Before the voice stopped, four figures came out from the bushes behind Yan Jueling.
Yan Jueling didn't hear anything, and stood with her back, as if those people didn't exist at all.
The person who spoke just now was a tall and thin man under thirty years old, his arms were also skinny, but his palms were abnormally wide. Among Shen Jiangping's disciples, he is Huang Fengping who is very good at lightness kung fu and palm technique.
Huang Feng equalized for a while, and asked, "Are you Yan Jueling, a disciple of the Shushan Sword League?"
"Not bad!" Yan Jueling still didn't look back.
Huang Fengping sneered and said: "Huang Fengping, a member of Xiayin Villa, would like to ask your Excellency for advice!"
"Oh? Then these people are..."
"Fan Chigui, the fourth disciple of Xiayin Villa..."
"Fifth disciple Shang Qubai."
"Six disciple Di Lianyong."
Yan Jueling said "oh", lowered her head to play with a flower in front of her, bent down and smelled it, and said, "It turns out that they are four of the six elders of Senior Shen, polite, polite..."
He said "respectful", but he didn't show any courtesy, and he didn't even look back, and he didn't pay attention to everyone at all.
You know, although the names of these four people are not famous, they all practiced literature and martial arts with Shen Jiangping since they were young. When I met Yan Jueling, who was so superior and had an arrogant and bad attitude, I was so angry that I forgot all the teacher's training.
Huang Fengping snorted coldly, and said: "Just now I heard the rumors from my servants that the Shushan Sword League [Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art] is unique in the world, if you don't come to experience it today, you will be wasting your life."
"It's a pity that my sword has been left in the room." Yan Jueling still turned his back.
Fan Chi returned, "I'll send someone to fetch it for you."
Yan Jueling turned around in real time, and said, "No need, weapons have no eyes, Xiayin Villa and Shushan Sword League are united, let's go as far as we can!"
As soon as the voice fell, his figure followed suit, he raised his height by ten feet, and turned his wrist, he already held a branch in his hand, and said: "I will use this branch to teach you some brilliant moves."
Huang Fengping said angrily: "Branches?"
Yan Jueling smiled and said, "Ha! How surprising is it to use a branch instead of a sword?"
Shang Qubai said "Oh", and said, "Brother Yan is too conceited."
Yan Jueling turned his gaze, and said: "A branch in my hand is no less than a fine steel long sword, brother Shang must be careful."
Huang Fengping let out a muffled snort, swam forward, clasped his palms together, and with the sound of a thunderbolt, he rushed towards Yan Jueling!
Yan Jueling picked out the branches, sealed the palms, cut the tendons, and cut the veins. It was indeed a sword move, and it was extremely vicious.
Huang Fengping scolded again and again, attacking for attack, the sound of thunderbolts in both palms was endless, the momentum was terrifying!
The branch pierced the air, there was a "chichi" sound, and there was a sound of tearing, and a corner of Huang Fengping's sleeve had been cut off!
Huang Fengping accepted the challenge calmly, he was about to snatch the branch with his hand, but Yan Jueling moved lightly with his sword, but stepped aside in an instant.
"[Danyuan Sunset Sword Art]!" Yan Jueling shouted lightly, and the branch attacked Huang Fengping with seven moves and seven changes!
Huang Fengping's eyes were blurred, he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of the enemy's sword, he hurriedly used the master's unique skill [Tianlong Disarmor], the surrounding body shield exploded, and the defense strength instantly increased several times. He made a move, but he didn't expect that there was nothing in front of his eyes, Yan Jueling had lost his direction, and when he was looking for it in doubt, his right rib shook, and he was shocked to find that the opponent had actually seen through the position of the valve that he hadn't practiced in this move, and broke it with a single sword. Lost the protective energy!
In an instant, Yan Jueling's branch touched Huang Fengping's right rib!
Huang Fengping's face changed drastically, he took a quick step back, and was about to attack again, but his true energy stagnated, and he almost fell to the ground...
Seeing Yan Jueling again, Shi Shiran took two steps back, the branch in his hand was already hanging down, and said with a faint smile, "Brother Huang, you are defeated."
Huang Fengping's expression changed again and again, he gritted his teeth and backed away, and Shang Qu Bai next to him immediately bullied him, saying: "My servant, Shang Qu Bai, I will teach Brother Yan how to do it!"
"I'll do it!" Fan Chigui rushed ahead, and Di Lianyong didn't hesitate.
Yan Jueling laughed loudly and said, "Okay, let's come together, so we don't have to dismiss each of them!"
This sentence is like adding fuel to the fire, making the crowd even more turbulent...
At this moment, there was a loud sound of the clothes ripping through the air, Yan Wenwen fell in the air, and shouted loudly: "Stop!"
Everyone was stunned, and exclaimed: "Elder brother──"
Yan Wendao glared at everyone angrily, and all the juniors bowed their heads together. Then he turned his head, and calmly said to Yan Jueling: "Brother Yan, I invite you, and the uncle and his family are waiting in the back house...Brother Yan, please."
Yan Jueling smiled, and threw down the branch. Zuo Jiantong and Right Qintong followed Yan Wendao to a single-family house in the backyard.
Huang Fengping and the others chased after him with lingering anger on their faces.