Time flies, and five years have passed. In the autumn of the forty-fourth year of Jiajing, on Gesoap Mountain in Jiangxi, the sun was setting, and the maple leaves were like blood.

A dusty figure hurried up the mountain, it was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, carrying a long knife, and his face was full of vicissitudes of wind and rain.

"Daoist Quan Qingzi, this time I can only ask you!"

It is said that the man has gold under his knees, and he only worships the master of heaven and earth in his life, but such a seven-foot-tall man knelt down in front of Quan Qingzi with a plop, tears in his eyes.

Quan Qingzi is already over the age of old, with white hair, and even his eyebrows are like frost and snow. Although he looks energetic and his face is red and tender, he has been away from the rivers and lakes for nearly five years. He looked at the middle-aged man like this, hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, sighed, and said: "I have also heard about Governor Hu, but this is such a major event in the court. ”

The middle-aged man saw that Quan Qingzi's regretful look did not seem to be fake, and said slowly: "The capital has sent Jinyi guards to escort the governor into Beijing, Zhang Mou means to intercept the governor halfway, and all the heroes in the south of the Yangtze River have been summoned." It's just that Ye Xipeng, who is a thousand households in brocade clothes, has excellent martial arts, and he can't be defeated if he is not a Taoist. ”

Quan Qingzi's expression sank slightly, and said: "Since the death of Lu Bing, the number one master of the imperial court, Jinyiwei has been under the jurisdiction of Dongchang, and his power has been declining. Although this Ye Xipeng is his close disciple, he has not done much in the past five years, and there is no name in the list of heroes of the rivers and lakes set up by the Dry Nest Daoist. is only a thousand households, and the martial arts of Lord Zhang are not yet captured. ”

"Dao Chang Miao praised, although this Ye Xipeng is not famous, but the Wind Old Demon of the Northwest Black Devil Mountain and one of the Eighteen Venerables of Qilian Mountain are folded in his hands. The middle-aged man said, "Although those two are notorious, their martial arts strength is steadily among the first-class." ”

When Quan Qingzi heard him say this, he also bowed his head slightly, and couldn't help shouting to the Taoist boy outside the door: "Changqing, go and call your Uncle Bai." ”

Chang Qing has been guarding the door since this Lord Zhang came, and when he heard Quan Qingzi's order, he hurriedly ran towards the south mountain.

The trees on the mountain are jagged, and when late autumn passes, fallen leaves pile up all over the ground.

Evergreen's pace was brisk, and the sound of the wind howling could be heard in the distance. I saw a figure practicing boxing there, and the true qi around his body was overflowing, and the wind was howling, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the ground. This man is about a weak crown, his face is as white as jade, his head is full of green silk and is bound by a topaz hairpin, and the wide cyan robe hunts in the wind.

His boxing technique seems to be fast or fast, seems to be slow or not, quiet as a virgin, moves like a rabbit, his pace is steady, and his breath is leisurely.

He pulled out his long sword again and practiced his swordsmanship, and then saw that his swordsmanship was very different from the boxing technique he had practiced before. The fist technique just now is both rigid and soft, yin and yang are combined, but this sword technique is like the green pine and white clouds of Gesoap Mountain, which is natural and ethereal.

It is the unique secret six-peak sword technique of Ge Soo Mountain.

It is said that in the past, Taiji Immortal Weng Ge Xuan first came to Ge Soap Mountain, and saw that Ge Soap Mountain was surrounded by five peaks, including camels, Tai Chi, Jade Girl, Lingyun and Ding Xian, and could not help but spend 7749 days of hard work, measuring the six peaks one by one, and personally carrying the pine trees, attracting the dragon veins of the mountain, so that Ge Soap Mountain formed a cave and blessed land.

The descendants of Ge Soap Mountain are grateful for this, all the people who practice in Ge Soap Mountain, will measure the six peaks on foot, until the Tang Dynasty, a Taoist named Zhou Ruchuan turned the scenery of the six peaks into swordsmanship, and the name was spread all over the world.

"Immortals show the way"

"Jade Girl Shuttle"

"Spread your wings"

The whole person was hidden in the sword light, and when the sword light flashed, the fallen leaves were gathered by the invisible sword qi, and then stirred by the sword qi, turning into powder.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, Shizu asked you to come over. ”

The person who practiced boxing was Bai Yujing, who had grown up, and in the past five years, practicing boxing and sword training has become his daily essential homework. Whether it is the turtle and snake fist technique passed down by Zhang Songxi or the six-peak sword technique of Quan Qingzi, he has practiced perfectly, and he has the style of opening a generation of grandmasters.

Bai Yujing listened to Chang Qing's words, and slowly retracted his work, and the fluttering leaves fell.

"Chang Qing, did Master say anything?" Bai Yujing asked.

Chang Qing shook his head and said, "The master doesn't have anything to do, he just asked you to go over." By the way, a man came down from the mountain earlier. ”

The two of them came to the Taoist temple as they spoke.

"Many years ago, if it wasn't for Governor Hu's gift of medicine and help, I am afraid that the poor road would have gone west. Today, Governor Hu is in trouble, although Poor Dao can't go in person, but my disciple is talented, and now his martial arts are no longer under me, and it is still possible to deal with a Jinyi Wei Qianhu. ”

Quan Qingzi saw Bai Yujing walking in, and couldn't help laughing: "Come, Yujing, this is Master Zhang Tianbi, the famous wind chime swordsman who shocked Jiangnan back then." ”

Zhang Tianbi looked at Bai Yujing and was slightly stunned. He originally thought that Li Chaosheng's disciple must be an old Taoist priest who was over half a hundred years old, how could he be so young. However, at the age of the weak crown, how could it be that the martial arts were not below him as Quan Qing said, I was afraid that what he said just now was a pretext, and I couldn't help but feel gloomy in my heart.

Governor Hu lived at home two years ago, and at this time he was a repeat offender in the imperial court, no matter how great the kindness in the past was, how could these people in the rivers and lakes really repay it.

"Dao Chief, Zhang still has to contact other heroes, it is better to meet at the Jincheng Inn in Xuzhou Mansion in half a month. Zhang Tianbi didn't give up hope for inviting Quan Qingzi, and he didn't bother to stay here longer, so he casually said goodbye.

Quan Qingzi didn't see what Zhang Tianbi meant in his heart, but when he contacted other people, he said with a smile: "It's okay, my disciple will definitely rush to Xuzhou Mansion by then." ”

After Zhang Tianbi left, Quan Qingzi told him what had just happened, and Bai Yujing couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He never expected that after five years on Ge Soap Mountain, the first thing he would do when he came down the mountain was to save a prisoner from Ye Xipeng.

For a while, there were many thoughts.

Quan Qingzi thought that he didn't want to go down the mountain, so he couldn't help but say: "Back then, when the division and He Daxia helped Governor Hu deal with those Japanese ronins, they were poisoned once, if it wasn't for Governor Hu to send the antidote urgently, the teacher would have died in Huangquan long ago." This time, Governor Hu is in trouble, and he has to save his teacher!"

"Don't worry, Master, apprentice understands. Bai Yujing nodded.

......

The next day, Bai Yujing went down the mountain. Riding a horse all the way drunk and singing, heading towards Xuzhou Mansion.

A few days later, when approaching Anqing Mansion, a commotion came from afar. "It's the people of the 36 water villages of Taihu Lake......"

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, I heard that it was the people of the 36 water village of Taihu Lake, and the pedestrians turned their heads and returned. One by one, they looked panicked, and even some well-wishers saw Bai Yujing hurrying forward, and hurriedly reminded: "Xiaodao chief, there are bandits blocking the road in front, hurry up and dodge......"

At this time, Bai Yujing, with long hair in a bun, wearing a cyan robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a long sword on his back, looked handsome and extraordinary. It's just a drunken look, in the eyes of others, I'm afraid that I have just stepped into the rivers and lakes, how can I understand the sinister rivers and lakes!

Therefore, Bai Yujing is like those people often say that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he was stunned and did not dodge, but accelerated his speed and moved forward.

"Qiang—"

There was a faint sound of swords clashing in my ears, mixed with some scolding.

The Double Ninth Festival has passed, the heat is gone, although the sky is noon, but the cold air between the mountain roads has not diminished at all. But the group of people Bai Yujing saw were wearing short-sleeved gowns and close-fitting tight pants, and their bare skin was dark and shiny. The face was hideous, the face was murderous, and nine out of ten people were holding lancets. Of course, these people are not officers and soldiers, although the knife is commonly used by officers and soldiers in the Ming Dynasty, but it is also very common among the people.

Only the leading man held the nine-ring broadsword, and when he danced, the wind howled, as terrifying as a ghost crying wolf.

A group of them besieged a middle-aged swordsman, tall and tall, but a little thin, his face was scorched, and there were faint two green qi extending from his neck to his temples and temples, as if he had been poisoned. His swordsmanship is truly superb, and each sword can stab the opponent in almost an incredible way.

It's just that I don't know what, each sword can often only stab the opponent, but not the sword, and even if those opponents are hit, they are often skin wounds.

This situation naturally deepened the crisis of the middle-aged swordsman, but the swordsman did not feel that he was in danger at all, and laughed casually: "Wang Haozi, why is your big knife still so light, let alone killing, I think killing chickens is a problem." ”

Among the crowd, only the leading man had pockmarks on his face, although only part of the area around his left eye, he was worthy of the name hemp.

"Let go of your mother's bullshit, you weasel, today next year will be your death day......" seemed to be said by the swordsman, and the strength in his hand was even better, and with a "clang", he actually flew out of the swordsman's long sword.

Seeing that the others rushed up and slashed the swordsman to death, the king shouted: "Stop!"

With a "bang", he kicked the middle-aged swordsman out with one kick.

"Weasel, did you ever think that you would have today when you shaved my grandfather's beard and eyebrows?" Wang Haozi laughed, very proud. He touched the beard on his chin and continued: "The beard and eyebrows can still grow when they are shaved, and today I cut off your head to see if you can still grow it." ”

The middle-aged swordsman spilled blood from the corner of his mouth, haha smiled, and blood seeped out of his mouth again.

"Wang Haozi, didn't I kill you in the first place?"

When Wang Haozi heard this, he laughed and said proudly: "What, do you want to beg for mercy?" He smiled at everyone again: "Have you all seen it, this is Huang Jianxiong, the ghost hand sword of the famous Jiangnan." ”

A hint of gloom flashed in the middle-aged swordsman's eyes.

"If I hadn't fallen into the miasma of my mother-in-law, it would have been up to you to ......"

Wang Haozi snorted, kicked him away, and interrupted him, "For your sake, if you don't kill me in the first place, if you kneel down and beg me for mercy, maybe I can spare you." ”

Before the middle-aged swordsman could speak, there was a sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

The fiery horse neighsed!

——聿——

A loud voice came: "If you only bully a poisoned person, you are too worthy of the word bandit, right?" Looking around, I saw a young Taoist half-drunk and half-awake, sitting on horseback in a daze.