Chapter 5, gilding invitation

The sky, the sunny day, the sun was shining, and it was so lazy that people didn't want to open their eyes, but as a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, they had to open their eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are training in the sect: those who do not get up at three o'clock will have a demerit once, and they will be expelled from the master three times, and they must abide by it from the head of the sect to the outer disciples.

The Iron Sword Sect can be regarded as a very peculiar sect on the rivers and lakes, such as Emei and Wudang, the heads of which once commented that they both belong to the Seven Great Sects and the Iron Sword Sect of the Thirteen Great Sword Sects, and they all said in the same way: "The Iron Sword Sect is not a first-class top sect in the rivers and lakes, and the martial arts in the sect are not very clever, but the Iron Sword Sect can surpass other sects and stand within the Seven Great Sword Sects and the Thirteen Great Sword Sects, and the rules established by the first head of the Iron Sword Sect are inseparable." ”

In the past hundred years, the Iron Sword Sect has always been like this, but in the past twenty years, this sect has begun to change, and the rules of the sect have not changed at all, but a very remarkable person has appeared in the Iron Sword Gate, this person is Ouyang Qingfeng, the contemporary master of the Iron Sword Gate.

The appearance of this person has completely changed the strict rules of the Iron Sword Sect in the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, but the swordsmanship of the sect is not as good as the other seven major sects and the thirteen great sword sects.

Ouyang Qingfeng has studied the swordsmanship inherited in the Iron Sword Gate for many years, not only integrating the swordsmanship of the sect, but also creating a set of fierce and domineering swordsmanship that is unique in the world - Iron Sword Nineteen Style, Ouyang Qingfeng used this set of swordsmanship to run rampant in the rivers and lakes in his middle age, rarely met opponents, and created a great reputation for the Iron Sword Gate.

At that time, Mei Zhenren, the head of Wudang, who had always been conceited, also sighed lightly: The nineteenth style of the iron sword is indeed a set of swordsmanship comparable to the Liangyi swordsmanship, the thirteen styles of the clear wind, and the magnificent sword of the willow sword in the wind......

Ouyang Qingfeng got up early, he definitely didn't get up half a night later than other disciples, although everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that Ouyang Qingfeng had already ignored the affairs of the rivers and lakes for many years, even if the sect was also handed over to his two extremely trusted disciples to take care of, but even so, Ouyang Qingfeng still adhered to the rules within the sect, from the head of the sect to the ordinary disciples, he had to get up early before three o'clock.

This may be a very distressing thing for young people, but for Ouyang Qingfeng, who is already over half a hundred years old, there is an indescribable fun in it, now he cares about very few things, there are not many things that he is interested in, and one of these few things of interest is the one that he has been most interested in in recent years.

――Watching the martial arts performance of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.

This matter can be regarded as the thing he is most happy to see in recent years, he envies the vitality and ambition of the young disciples, and he also hopes that these disciples who have entered the Iron Sword Gate will further carry forward the Iron Sword Gate and give birth to more wizards who shock the martial arts.

Therefore, although he is old, he has not rested, and his mind is thinking about how to plan for the future of the Iron Sword Gate every day, for a person like him who has no wife and no children, the Iron Sword Gate is equivalent to everything to him.

This is an old man worthy of respect, whether it is Mo Dump Chi or Zhuo Donglai, Liu Changjie Qin Huhua and others respect this old man very much, and it is precisely because of respect for this old man that a couple came to Tiejianmen and gave a gift to this old man.

Ouyang Qingfeng was extremely surprised when he saw the couple, it was like seeing a ghost, but the couple who looked like ordinary farmers did not have the slightest expression on their faces, but with Ouyang Qingfeng's acquiescence, they walked up to Ouyang Qingfeng and stretched out their hands to hand Ouyang Qingfeng an invitation.

The husband who looked a little depressed looked at Ouyang Qingfeng with a complicated look in his eyes, his relationship with this person was really complicated, so complicated that he didn't know how to describe it, but he was a person who rarely showed his emotions, so his voice was still very calm, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't want to come to see you, but unfortunately I can't see you, I have to send this invitation to you." ”

Invitations, gilding invitations.

Ouyang Qingfeng glanced at the invitation, it was obvious that the owner of the invitation attached great importance to the person on the invitation, that is, him, but Ouyang Qingfeng just glanced at the invitation, and his eyes had already focused on the down-and-out man who sent the invitation, and he said: "Whose invitation is this, what is the content on it, why do you want to send it?"

Many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were a little surprised, they knew that their master was a taciturn person, but it was a little incredible that they could ask so many questions in an instant today.

It's just that they didn't expect the man who sent the invitation to answer more concisely, he said: "I don't know, I only know that the person who sent the invitation told me that you can choose to go or choose not to go, if you choose to go to the above time and place, if you choose not to go, it is best to throw away this invitation, I still have something to do, I will leave first." He walked away.

Many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were already ready to move, their eyes were already looking at Ouyang Qingfeng, as long as Ouyang Qingfeng spoke, they would dare to cut off this person's head.

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't speak, he looked at the figure of the person leaving without saying a word, and calmly watched the person leave.

On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, a sunny day.

This is a very ordinary day for the Iron Sword Gate, the only difference is that Ouyang Qingfeng, who would have finished watching the martial arts, actually left early, but he didn't set off any waves, as one of the thirteen major sword sects of the seven major sects of martial arts, how could the Iron Sword Gate make waves because of this trivial matter?

Yes, it did not make waves.

Ouyang Qingfeng returned to the house, opened the gilding invitation, and immediately, his eyes began to shine, shining with a very brilliant light.

If you are a person who has been following Ouyang Qingfeng for a long time, you will find that Ouyang Qingfeng has already swept the rivers and lakes when he was a teenager in his eyes, but he asks for the opponent's fighting intent, which is the battle intent that will only be revealed in his eyes when he meets an opponent who can fight him.

The gilded invitation is a very concise and concise sentence, which often appears on the invitation.

On August 15, the meeting of Cangshan, Mo Dumping Pond is here to wait for Mr. Ouyang's arrival, remember, bring your sword.

Sign-off: Ink pouring pool.

This is indeed a very ordinary invitation, the only difference is the words on the invitation, with terrible sword intent, when he opens the invitation, he feels that a person is thinking that he is performing a very exquisite swordsmanship, as a swordsman, how can he refuse this temptation?

Ouyang Qingfeng is a swordsman, he has always only thought of himself as a swordsman, so he did not refuse the temptation of the swordsman, he closed the invitation, and there was a war intent in his eyes, a war intent that had been extinguished for many years.

Ink Dumping Pool, Ouyang Qingfeng remembered this person, last year Ink Dumping Pool and Feng Qingyang fought in Huashan, he watched the battle on Mount Huashan, he saw Ink Dumping Pool, and the swordsmanship cultivation was such that he couldn't help but admit that the extremely young Ink Tilting Pond swordsmanship was already unique, and he was not sure that he could win.

He really wanted to fight Mo Dump Chi, but he never had a chance, and now isn't this an opportunity?

Ouyang Qingfeng smiled, for the first time in several years, he laughed happily like this, and his spirit was also as excited as today for the first time, if anyone saw Ouyang Qingfeng at this moment, they would find that Ouyang Qingfeng at this time seemed to be at least ten years old, and it seemed that he had returned to the prime of life when a sword swept the world.

-- The greatest pain of a swordsman is not death at the hands of his opponent, but death from disease and aging. Ouyang Qingfeng had already taken his thirty-three-pound iron sword, and the next day, the seventh day of the sixth month, headed towards Cangshan.

This time, he not only begged for a sword from Mo Dumping, but also begged for death.

He was ready to die, and in his opinion, wouldn't it be a kind of luck to be able to die at the hands of a swordsman as superior as Mo Dump Chi?

For the husband and wife who sent the invitation, Ouyang Qingfeng was not the last person to send the invitation, although the relationship between this person and them was very special, but their footsteps still did not stop, they had to send all the remaining nineteen invitations in the next twenty-four days and hand them over to the person who should have handed them over.

Although her appearance was as yellow as yesterday, the extremely tall wife asked her husband, "How many of the twenty-seven people you said will go to Cangshan?"

The husband said lightly: "As long as we deliver these twenty-seven invitations, there will definitely be twenty-seven people who rush to Cangshan at that time." ”

The wife asked curiously, "Why?"

The husband said lightly: "These twenty-seven people are not only first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, but also all idiots who practice martial arts, these people will definitely not refuse this invitation when they see the words on the invitation, this is the first point." ”

"Second, perhaps some of them died on the road before they reached Cangshan, but those who received the invitation also went to the appointment with the invitation. ”

His wife smiled, he couldn't help but admit this, she sighed softly and said, "Yes, it's like this, do you think Mo Dump Chi knows that there is such a possibility?"

He knew, and he must have known, but he didn't seem to have any other choice, and there was really no time for a man whose time was short. ”

A gloomy look flashed in his wife's eyes, and she sighed: "Although I feel that nothing good will happen every time I see Mo Dump Chi, I have to admit that he is a good person, and he will bring us a lot of money every time. ”

The husband's old-fashioned face also showed a faint smile, and sighed softly: "It's just that this time is an exception, this is the first time we do things for others, and the last time." ”

The wife looked at her husband with a smile and sighed softly: "Yes, it's like this, we are really not young. ”

The husband didn't speak, but his eyes also showed the same meaning as his wife, they are not young, and they should indeed withdraw from the rivers and lakes.

It's just that before they can retire, they must first finish this thing: they still have nineteen invitations in their hands.

The next person: Mr. Tang Da of the Tang Gate in Shuzhong. (To be continued.) )