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- Chapter 478 Summoning
While everyone was talking, a middle-aged man in yellow came out, cupped his fists and saluted, and began to allocate everyone's rooms.
Songshan School is majestic and majestic. The guest rooms are located at the east end. They are stacked one on top of the other in small courtyards. The interior decoration is simple and elegant, somewhat elegant, unlike those in the martial arts world.
The people of the Hengshan sect were divided into a small courtyard. Mr. Mo Da lived in the main room, and the other disciples lived in the side rooms on both sides. It was more than enough.
During lunch, Xiao Liancheng was distracted. Mr. Mo Da glanced at him and ignored him.
Xiao Liancheng remained silent, lowering his head to pick up the food, and was as talkative as usual.
Usually, he is the most active when eating, talking about this and that, and Mr. Mo Da often scolds him: he doesn't speak when he sleeps, and he doesn't speak when he eats!
"Plop!" The young man sitting opposite Xiao Liancheng spit out a mouthful of rice. The grains of rice were like scattered flowers of a goddess, covering a table of dishes. There were more than ten dishes on the table, not a single one was left behind.
A dozen people nearby looked over.
The young man has sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes. He is quite handsome, but his mouth is a little big, which ruins his handsome appearance, but he is still a handsome young man.
He covered his mouth and suppressed his laughter. Seeing everyone's reproachful looks, he pointed at Xiao Liancheng: "Fifth Junior Brother, hehe"
"What's wrong with him? He makes you happy like this?!" an older young man snorted angrily, with a calm demeanor.
He couldn¡¯t hold it back any longer and laughed out loud: ¡°Haha Third senior brother, he just put the food into his nostrils!¡±
Everyone turned their heads and saw that there were indeed vegetable leaves under his nostrils and on his lips. He looked quite funny, and they burst into laughter.
Mr. Mo Da also smiled on his sad face. He looked at Xiao Liancheng and shook his head.
Xiao Lianchengjun's face turned red, he wiped his mouth hurriedly, turned his head and glared at everyone, and said loudly: "Why are you laughing? There is nothing funny!"
"Fifth Junior Brother, what are you thinking about? You are so entranced, maybe you have a sweetheart?!" the young man who had previously complained asked with a smile.
"Fourth Senior Brother, don't make fun of me!" Xiao Liancheng's handsome face flushed, as red as the sky under the setting sun.
"Oh, I really hit the mark!" the young man shouted, his mouth wide open.
Xiao Liancheng glanced at him sideways and did not speak to him. He picked up the silver chopsticks and began to pick up the food to hide his panic.
"Fifth Junior Brother, you can't eat the food!" the big-mouthed young man said with a smile.
Xiao Liancheng hurriedly put down the silver chopsticks, thinking that the food had been sprayed with rice and could no longer be eaten, but his face turned red.
He glared at everyone, and when he met their half-smiling gazes, he felt even more panicked. He stood up and clasped his fists: "Master, I'm full, please leave first!"
Mr. Mo Da raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a solemn face, and nodded: "Well, let's go!"
Before he even stepped out of the yard, he heard roaring laughter from inside that could knock down the roof. He stamped his feet in anger and ran away quickly.
He walked out of the small courtyard and walked eastward along the bluestone road. When he reached the end of the bluestone, he saw a mountain peak.
He just wanted to relax, so he walked up the mountain and kept going up. The mountain road became more and more rugged, and every stone had a strange shape, which hindered people from climbing up.
" Xiao Liancheng was bored. He relaxed and focused on his feet. There was peace in his heart. The breeze only covered his face. He felt indescribably comfortable.
After a while, he suddenly stopped.
The body was quiet, slowly sideways, his ears shrugged, the skill condensed in the ears, and he heard the sound of speaking faintly. As the wind floated, if there was nothing.
He adjusted his breath for a moment, and made his breath as fine as a thread, as if there was something there or not, if it was there or not, it was as low as possible so that no one could hear it.
He lifted his feet gently and lowered them slowly, silently, and slowly walked upwards.
He concentrated on every stone under his feet, stepping on them to prevent them from making any sound, and wanted to slowly get closer to the place where there was sound.
Slowly, the voice became clearer, drifting into his ears with the wind, and he was refreshed. The voice was crisp and soft, like a spring breeze, blowing his heart, as if he was drunk until he was drunk.
He immediately heard that it was Master Yilin¡¯s voice!
In his eyes, Master Yilin is a saint from heaven to earth, pure and holy, flawless, every move is graceful and graceful, and her whole body exudes a dazzling light that makes people dare not look directly at her.
He speeded up his movements and climbed upwards. Finally he saw a flat area. He turned around and looked back. The mountain road was steep and rugged. It would be impossible for an ordinary person to climb up.
He tried his best to adjust his breath and slowly approached. There was a flat place above, like the surface of a chair.
He hid himself behind a stone and peeked secretly.
He saw Master Yilin standing in front of Linghu Chong with her back to him.
Next to Linghu Chong was Yue Lingshan, and next to Yi Lin seemed to be Master Yi Qing. The four of them stood face to face, talking softly.
"Junior sister Yilin, we haven't seen each other for a while, how about we compare notes?" Linghu Chong, wearing a green shirt, fluttering in the wind, asked with a smile.
Yilin thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I also want to know how advanced Senior Brother Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is."
Yue Lingshan, wearing a pale pink blouse, clapped her delicate little hands and chuckled: "It's great, we hit it off immediately, and it's an eye-opener!"
Master Yiqing glanced at Linghu Chong and the other two, with a thoughtful look on her face. She looked around, paused at Xiao Liancheng's hiding place, startled him, and hurriedly retreated.
She slowly looked away again, her expression unchanged, seemingly unintentionally.
Xiao Liancheng lay on the stone, motionless, his heart pounding, thinking to himself that Master Yi Qing might have discovered him, but it was windy here, and he was in their lee, so logically, he would not have noticed him.
He worked hard to regulate his breathing, breathing evenly and finely, slightly and silently.
Linghu Chong drew out his long sword, held it across his chest, and said with a smile, "Junior sister Yilin, please be merciful!"
Yilin pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head, and slowly drew out her sword.
"Junior sister, please go ahead and invite me!" Linghu Chong shook his sword, and his lazy expression suddenly changed, as if a sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light burst out, dazzlingly bright.
Yi Lin nodded and sent the Snow Melting Sword gently, stabbing Linghu Chong in front of him. It seemed light but was extremely swift.
Linghu Chong raised his sword and stabbed, there was a clear "ding" sound, the two swords intersected, and the tip of the sword struck the tip of the sword, without missing a beat.
" Xiao Liancheng was surprised and thought to himself, if it was a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence. If it was not a coincidence, Linghu Chong's swordsmanship would be really terrifying!
No wonder, Master once said that Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is definitely not inferior to his, and should not be underestimated. This sword alone shows it.
Yilin withdrew her sword, her delicate body floated up a foot, spun her feet, and gently fell back to the original place.
Linghu Chong felt like he was on ice, his body moved backwards and slid smoothly, leaving two marks, like ruts.
He stabbed down with his long sword, piercing the ground a foot deep and stopped suddenly.
Two streaks of mud dust floated up, like two yellow snakes, slowly fell down and dissipated, revealing Linghu Chong's figure.
"Bah, bah," Linghu Chong spat and said with a bitter smile, "Junior sister Yilin, you have so much inner strength, I'm ashamed of you!"
Yilin smiled shyly. She was a little annoyed. She should have lost two more points of internal strength. She knew that Senior Brother Linghu's internal strength was not deep, but she still made him look embarrassed.
Linghu Chong looked at her for a few times and said with a wry smile: "In the past two years, my internal strength has improved by leaps and bounds. I thought I was almost the same as you, junior sister, but unexpectedly, I got even worse!"
"It's all thanks to big brother" Yilin said sheepishly.
Linghu Chong nodded and said with a chuckle, "It must be because Mr. Xiao taught you the mysterious mental method!"
Yi Lin nodded and smiled sheepishly.
Yue Lingshan said in a sweet voice: "This Mr. Xiao is so partial! Teaching senior brother your stupid methods is obviously torturing people!"
Linghu Chong hurriedly waved his hand, looking solemnly, and glared at Yue Lingshan.
Yue Lingshan stuck out her tongue, cute and cute, and said softly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have said bad things about Mr. Xiao, right?!"
"It's good that you know!" Linghu Chong snorted displeased, turned around and smiled at Yilin: "Junior sister Yilin, don't be as knowledgeable as the younger junior sister."
Yilin shook her head, glanced at Yue Lingshan, and said softly: "I know Brother has a broad mind, so he won't be offended."
Yue Lingshan curled her red lips, with a flash of disapproval, and thought to herself: Xiao Yihan has a broad mind? snort!
Yilin made a sword secret with her left hand, gently rubbed the body of the Melting Snow Sword, and slowly returned it to the sheath. The white jade-like hands joined together in a tithe: "Senior Brother Linghu, I have to go back to do my lunch class."
Linghu Chong joined the tithe and said with a smile, "Okay, junior sister, let's go first."
Yi Lin tithes to Yue Lingshan, then tithes to Xiao Liancheng who is behind the big stone, then turns around and goes.
She was like a white cloud, falling slowly, as if floating down the mountain peak. In the blink of an eye, she clung to the mountain peak and finally disappeared into a lush forest.
Master Yiqing also bowed to the two of them and quickly flew up, flying along the rugged path at an extremely fast speed.
Xiao Liancheng blushed and slowly walked out from behind the boulder. He met the eyes of Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan and smiled awkwardly.
"Are you Junior Brother Xiao?" Linghu Chong clasped his fistsSmile, be free and easy-going.
Seeing this smile, Xiao Liancheng's embarrassment immediately dissipated. He cupped his fists and saluted: "It's the boy! I bumped into him accidentally just now. It's really"
He hesitated to explain that it was not an ordinary thing to peek and do something. It could be big or small. The big one would be killed, and the small one would be given a light punishment.
Linghu Chong waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm not Junior Sister Yilin's opponent, so it's not a big deal."
He turned to Yue Lingshan and smiled: "Junior sister, his surname is also Xiao. Maybe he and Mr. Xiao were the same family several generations ago!"
"He¡ª¡ª?!" Yue Lingshan glanced at Xiao Liancheng, her face tensed, and she was disgusted with Xiao Liancheng's sneaky behavior.
Xiao Liancheng waved his hands hurriedly: "Don't dare, don't dare, how dare I compare myself to Master Xiao!"
Linghu Chong chuckled: "Junior brother Xiao, why should you belittle yourself? As long as you work hard, you can always become a master!"
Yue Lingshan glanced sideways at Xiao Liancheng, shook her head, and was not optimistic about him.
"Senior Brother Linghu, Xiao Yihan, Daxia Xiao, I have heard the name for a long time, but I have never been lucky enough to see it." Xiao Liancheng shook his head and sighed, with a look of regret on his face. He raised his head and asked: "How does Daxia Xiao's martial arts compare to yours, senior brother? "
"Haha" Linghu Chong laughed, waved his hand and said, "I'm in front of Mr. Xiao, I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver a single move!"
Xiao Liancheng's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. The sword strike just now was so wonderful, fast and accurate. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to catch it.
If this is really the case, wouldn¡¯t it be impossible for him to do anything in front of Xiao Yihan? !
When Linghu Chong saw this, he didn't say much, he just smiled and said, "Ask your respected master, and you will understand that he has seen Mr. Xiao take action."
Xiao Liancheng nodded slowly, with a thoughtful look on his face, and secretly decided to ask for clarification when he went back.
Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Junior brother Xiao, let's go back!"
Xiao Liancheng nodded and the three of them went down the mountain.
It is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. It is rugged and dangerous, and as steep as cutting. Xiao Liancheng kept using the Thousand Gold Pendant. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he was completely empty and his true energy was exhausted.
Turning around to look at Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan, they were relaxed and relaxed, as if they were traveling around the mountains and rivers, nothing happened, and no trace of exertion could be seen.
He sighed secretly and aroused his competitive spirit. He thought that he was also a hero of the younger generation, but now it seems that he is arrogant and looking at the sky from a well!
Linghu Chong nodded to him, smiled slightly, and he and Yue Lingshan drifted away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
He returned to the small courtyard of the Hengshan sect. Everyone had already eaten and practiced their martial arts, leaving some food for him.
He took a few random bites, ate hastily, and hurriedly went to Mr. Mo Da¡¯s main room to ask him about Xiao Yihan.
"After listening to Mr. Mo Da's narration, he realized that he was indeed arrogant, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, simply not knowing how high the sky was, and that his martial arts skills were indeed like a three-legged cat.
Seeing his expression, Mr. Mo Da shook his head and said warmly: "Liancheng, there is Dongfang Bubai in front, and Xiao Yihan behind. Masters like them are rare to see in a hundred years. This is the misfortune of people in the martial arts, but it is also a great blessing You, Liancheng, have great qualifications. As long as you practice hard and hard, even if you can't reach his height, you will be able to withstand Linghu Chong, which will be congratulations!"
"Disciple must practice martial arts hard and stop being lazy!" Xiao Liancheng nodded heavily.
Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on his sour face.
On the second day, people from the Taishan Sect also arrived, and everyone went to the top of Songshan Mountain. There was a huge martial arts stage built there, ten feet long, ten feet wide, and two meters high.
The area under the stage is wide and flat enough to accommodate thousands of people sitting together. Sitting below, you can clearly see the situation on the martial arts stage.
Not long after breakfast, the table was already full of people, crowded with crows and crowded with people.
The stage was still empty, with only four young disciples of the Songshan Sect standing at the four corners, their eyes bright, staring down like eagles and falcons, scanning here and there.
People were talking in low voices. Relatives and friends gathered in small circles in twos and threes, whispering gossip or exchanging some martial arts affairs.
??This place is close to the sky, surrounded by no obstructions, the terrain is open, and the strong wind blows, but it does not appear noisy and noisy.
Suddenly, people fell silent and looked up at the stage. A group of Songshan sect disciples filed forward. Suddenly, they divided into two rows, one on the right and one on the left. There were ten disciples on each side.
They are all dressed in yellow clothes, full of energy, with solemn expressions, bulging temples, and a pair of eyes that are shining like cold lightning.
Seeing such momentum, everyone was silent. Although the Songshan Sect no longer had Zuo Lengchan,There are countless masters, but the reputation is not in vain. It is still the number one sect in the Five Mountains!
Soon, another group of people filed forward, moving tables and chairs to both sides, leaving the middle so that people could see clearly what was going on on the stage.
"The Five Sacred Swordsmen have arrived¡ª¡ª!" A shout suddenly sounded, like thunder on the ground, making people's ears buzz.
Immediately, a group of people walked up and slowly sat on the chairs.
They are the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. They are sitting upright, with serious expressions on their faces, and their own imposing manners.
Behind the leaders of the five sects, each stood a disciple of his own sect, high-spirited and full of dignity.
People craned their necks to get a clear look at the heads of the five major sword sects. These figures had high positions and were rarely seen, but meeting them once was enough to show off.
"Ah, Master Yilin, you are as beautiful as an immortal!"
¡°It¡¯s just that, with such beauty, it¡¯s such a pity to become a nun!¡±
"What do you know!Master Yilin was transformed into an immortal from heaven and came to save us ordinary people!"
¡°Haha, Lao Cheng, have you been influenced?!¡± People burst into laughter.
An old man stood up. He was wearing yellow clothes and was from the Songshan Sect. He walked slowly to the center of the martial arts stage, cupped his fists and made a group salute.
Everyone returned the courtesy one after another, and the old man was about to speak, when suddenly a disciple of the Songshan Sect flew onto the stage, came to the old man's side, and whispered in his ear.
People were waiting for him to speak, and when they saw his face darken, they became curious and began to talk in whispers.
The old man frowned and waved his hand: "Let him come in!"
"Yes!" The young man flew off the stage and disappeared at the intersection in the blink of an eye.
The old man frowned, full of displeasure, and kept silent. He just stood there, motionless, seeming to be deep in thought.
After a while, the young man returned again, followed by a handsome young man who looked ordinary, like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts.
But he took one step forward, and was three to four feet away. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger, and his demeanor was calm and powerful, which was a bit more powerful than the other leaders sitting on the stage.
When he got on the stage, he cupped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice to Yi Lin: "I have met my uncle, my disciple Qingping, who is helping Qian Zhaoqing, and I came here on the order of my ancestor."
Yi Lin suddenly stood up, stretched out her hands and said, "Brother, what can I do?!"
She recognized Qian Zhaoqing. He was indeed a disciple of the Qingping Gang and a leader of the Qingping Gang. He was quite powerful.
Qian Zhaoqing took out a jade pendant from his arms. It was white and crystal clear, and the brilliance was flowing, as if there was a clear spring flowing in it.
He held up the jade pendant in both hands and handed it to Yilin.
Yilin reached out to take it, and the jade pendant suddenly flashed, its brilliance rose sharply, as if a bright moon had fallen, the silver glow filled the surroundings, and the entire martial arts performance stage was shrouded in silver glow.
The silver glow dissipated in a flash, and Yilin handed back the jade pendant: "Zhaoqing, if you have any orders, tell me quickly!"
Qian Zhaoqing responded respectfully and said: "Master, I have invited my uncle to go to Guanyun Island for a while, so there is no need to hurry!"
Yilin¡¯s fair and jade-like face changed color, and she hurriedly asked: ¡°Brother, what¡¯s wrong with him?¡±
Qian Zhaoqing shook his head: "I don't know, this is a metaphor passed down by Gang Leader Jiang, and I just follow it."
"Okay, I understand!" Yi Lin nodded, worried, turned to look at Master Yi Qing, then looked at everyone, hesitating and saying nothing.
Qian Zhaoqing said nothing, standing there with his hands down, like a statue, motionless.
After a while, Yilin raised her head and moved to the center of the stage. A gust of wind blew, and her moon-white monk's robe fluttered, as if she wanted to ride the wind away.
She put her jade hands together as a tithe, pointed in the four directions, and then said to Mr. Mo Da and the others: "Seniors, I'm a poor nun. I can't stay here. I have to go see my elder brother."
A Taoist priest from the Taishan Sect frowned, stroking his beard and snorted coldly: "Master Yilin, is your eldest brother's personal affairs more important, or is it the election of the leader of our Five Mountains Sword Sect that is more important?!"
Yi Lin sighed and shook her head: "The poor nun is upset. Staying here will not help anything. Please forgive me, seniors."
The purple-faced Taoist sneered.
Lin Pingzhi suddenly spoke, nodded and said: "Since Mr. Xiao has summoned me, Mrs. Yi Lin should go quickly. Sir, he will not do this easily."
Yilin looked grateful and nodded.
"Wait a minute!" The old man in yellow who had been standing suddenly spoke. He was from the Songshan Sect and was in charge of hosting. Yi Lin did not recognize him.
She looked over with bright eyes, showing doubts.
"Master Yilin, if you withdraw, you will abstain from voting!" The old man hummed in a deep voice.
Yilin nodded: "If I can't be the leader, I'll give up!"
After saying that, she looked at everyone together, showed an apologetic smile, and said softly: "Disciples of the Hengshan Sect, follow me down the mountain!"
"Yes!" Crisp voices rang out one after another, coming from the audience. Near the martial arts stage, people followed the sound and found a group of female nuns.
Qian Zhaoqing tithes: "Uncle Master, I'm going back first!"
Yilin nodded.
"Master, what happened?" Xiao Liancheng leaned into Mr. Mo Da's ear and asked softly.
He is standing behind Mr. Mo Da, with a tall and straight figure and impressive momentum, showing the spirit of the Hengshan Sect. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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