Chapter 20: A Sword Stops the King (II)
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The blue sky is like the sea, the white clouds float,
The warm breeze blows, the branches sway, and the dew gently shakes.
When, when, when!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The melodious sound of ringing the bell slowly resounded through the ancient temple and echoed in the mountains.
A flock of birds standing quietly on the trunks of the trees, immediately stirring their wings after hearing the sound, soared into the air, chirping in their mouths, and gathered together like raindrops, covering half of the sky.
A green shirt, Yang Qifeng walked slowly on the stone steps, his steps were lightly lifted, step by step, along the mountain gate of Tianlong Temple, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the mountain.
The breeze blows, the hair sways gently, and at the foot of the mountain, the trees are shady, lush and leafy.
The pavilion stands here, and the bricks and tiles on it are damaged in many places, which is the traces left by the passage of time over time.
In the pavilion, four palace beauties stood quietly.
The appearance is not beautiful, but it is better than the delicate, giving people a small jasper.
On the long table carved from mahogany, the guqin is quietly crossed.
The length of the piano is about 3 feet 6 inches 5, symbolizing 365 days in a year, which is about 6 inches wide and 2 inches thick. The lower part of the body is flat, and the upper part is arc-shaped and convex, symbolizing the round place of the sky respectively, and the overall shape is made according to the shape of the phoenix body, and its whole body corresponds to the phoenix body, with a head, neck, shoulders, waist, tail, and feet.
"Childe!" When the palace beauties saw Yang Qifeng, Ying Ying bowed down and said in unison.
Yang Qifeng smiled and nodded, he walked into the pavilion and sat down directly on the futon placed in front of the wooden table, his fingers hooked, the strings were turbulent, and the sound of the piano came out slowly.
The wind, blowing gently,
The sound of the piano and the warm wind are entangled, slowly drifting.
In the distance, figures walked slowly.
Bright red robes and robes, the heat wave is rolling, and in the hot summer, wearing monk's hats.
The figure is tall, one hand is standing on the chest, doing the Buddha ceremony,
One by one, the lamas were like stars and moons, surrounding a monk in his forties and less than fifty years old.
This monk has an ordinary appearance and a thin face, but his face is full of energy, and there seems to be a faint flow of precious light.
It is like a pearl and a precious jade, naturally shining, and the treasure is strict, just like the Buddha in the world, so that people can not see it for a while, and then give birth to the meaning of admiration and closeness.
"In the wilderness, you can hear the sound of such a piano," said the monk as the procession came to an abrupt halt, and he stepped out of the crowd, strode into the pavilion, and sat down on the futon that had been prepared.
"The donor is here, but he is waiting for the poor monk," Kumazhi was full of energy, and his tone was direct, mixed with arrogance, without the slightest concealment.
He has a respected status, and he is the national teacher of Tufan, and after being awarded the flame sword magic skill by the master of the Nyingma faction when he was young, he swept the black sect in Tubo and shocked the west.
There is nothing in the world that he can't do,
This is the capital of his pride.
"King Ming is coming from afar, Duan Yu is here to greet him," Yang Qifeng held the strings with both hands, shook his head gently, and gestured to a palace lady beside him.
A palace lady stepped forward, stretched out her white jade hand, gently hugged the guqin, the wooden table was empty, and Yang Qifeng continued to preach calmly; "King Ming swept away the Black Sect and shocked the West, can you know what kind of mastery does the Central Plains martial arts have?"
"Although the poor monk does not follow the Central Plains, he has also been famous for the Central Plains martial arts for a long time,"
"The beggars help descend the dragon palm, the Murong family fights and moves the stars to the eighty-one road of the Ruan family in Hubei Province and the three-section stick, the twenty-four roads of Wutai Mountain Fu Wand, and finally the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Yijin and marrow washing," the monk's tone was not fast or slow, and he slowly narrated, commenting on the martial arts of the Central Plains.
"King Ming is knowledgeable, and I admire him," Yang Qifeng stroked his palms and said in admiration, and he said that there are more than 100 families at this moment, summarizing the martial arts of the Central Plains, except for some hidden sects, which have simply been wiped out by the monks.
Obviously, the other party has been peeping at the Central Plains martial arts for a long time, not for a day or two.
"The Central Plains is a state, with a vast land, a prosperous martial arts, and a lot of unlearned,"
"The donor doesn't have to be humble, the Central Plains martial arts, there are a lot of learning, but there are more shortcomings, such as the Wutai Mountain 24 road magic wand, unfolded, like a raging storm, the power is endless, but unfortunately the consumption is very large, if you can't defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, the follow-up is weak, and you will be defeated,"
"It's far inferior to the Dali Duan Clan's Six-Vein Divine Sword," the monk commented on the various peerless learnings, and finally said with undoubted affirmation.
Yang Qifeng stretched out his palm, and Gong E, who was standing on the side, directly handed over a letter.
The letters are extravagant, the silver characters and gold papers, just the gold and silver on them, have been priceless, not to mention that the letters are from the hands of famous artists, Seiko inlay, the value does not know how many times to double.
"King Ming sent a letter asking for my Dali Duan's Peerless Six Veins Divine Sword Atlas, but he asked for one thing less," Yang Qifeng said as he put the letter on the table.
"What's missing?" The monk said.
"Yiyang refers to the atlas," Yang Qifeng smiled and slowly continued; "Dali Duan's clan is famous all over the world for its one-yang finger and six-vein divine sword,"
"Outsiders don't know, it's called two kinds of learning, but it's actually one,"
"The One Yang Finger is the foundation of the Six-Vein Divine Sword, which is divided into nine grades, and the highest is the one-rank realm, and the One Yang Finger of the fourth grade realm is needed to learn the foundation of the Six-Vein Divine Sword."
"King Ming just asked for the six-vein divine sword map, and after obtaining it, he couldn't get started,"
"The poor monk thanked the donor for informing him," the monk crossed his chest and bowed to Yang Qifeng.
"It's past noon, don't pass for the time being, and the poor monks will come back to meet after they come down the mountain," said the monk as he stood up and whispered to the lama in the distance; "This place is in the wilderness, there are many wild beasts, come to protect the donor,"
"Why do you have to go," the smile on Yang Qifeng's face slowly faded, and he looked at the monk in front of him calmly, and continued to preach leisurely; "Duan Yu has prepared a yang finger for King Ming, a six-vein divine sword!"