Chapter 7: The Peak Swordsman

The carriage was moving at a normal speed, Lu Xiaofeng and Yuan Suiyun were sitting on the carriage as smooth as the ground and had closed their eyes and were ready to fall asleep, according to their estimated time: around three o'clock in the third day of the first month of October, they would arrive at Panshi Town at the foot of Huashan Mountain, but in fact they arrived in Panshi Town on the fifth day of the first month of October.

On the first day of October, the carriage was still running normally, but the carriage stopped at noon, and the person who stopped the carriage was Lu Xiaofeng.

When Lu Xiaofeng got out of the carriage, he saw a friend, a person he was very familiar with - Mudaoren.

Mudao people can be regarded as the person with the highest rank in Wudang, he is the uncle of Shi Yan, the head of Wudang, the senior brother of Mei Zhenren, the person who had the most opportunity to be in charge of Wudang in the past, but this person is attached to the landscape, gives up the position of the head, and becomes a hermit master who is free between the mountains and rivers.

Mu Dao Man walked alone on the mountain road, and he was carrying a sword on his back, a sword that even Lu Xiaofeng had rarely seen. When Lu Xiaofeng got out of the carriage, the Mudao people had already seen Lu Xiaofeng, he glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and then his eyes moved to the black carriage, his pupils shrank, he walked in front of Lu Xiaofeng, twisted his beard, and smiled: "I know that I will definitely see you this time, and you will definitely come, because after all, you are still a friend of Mo Dump Chi." ”

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't deny it, he glanced at Mu Daoren deeply, stared at the sword that Mu Daoren was carrying on his back, and sighed lightly: "But I didn't expect you to come, and I also carried the sword that you crisscrossed the rivers and lakes in the past, and rarely met opponents." ”

Mu Daoren smiled faintly, he put his hand on his back, looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect to carry this sword again, but there are some things in the world that no one can stop, when I learned that Mo Dumping Chi and Feng Qingyang were dueling, I thought about taking out this sword." ”

"Why?" Lu Xiaofeng looked at Mu Daodao, "Why did you take out this sword?"

Mu Daoren was silent, his eyes were suddenly incomparably deep and incomparably soft, he glanced back at the black scabbard on his back, the silver-white sword with the hilt, and sighed softly: "Maybe the reason is because even if I can give up all the foreign things in the world, I can't put down this sword, after all, I am a swordsman." ”

Lu Xiaofeng naturally knew that Mu Dao was a swordsman, but a peerless swordsman with extremely high swordsmanship attainments, and even compared to the three most prestigious swordsmen in the world, Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, and Xie Xiaofeng, he stared at Mu Dao Dao Dao: "Because you remember that you are still a swordsman, so you will come to see this duel no matter what?"

Mu Daoren nodded, his tone was calm but revealed that Lu Xiaofeng could feel excited, Mu Dao said: "I have seen Feng Qingyang, and I also know Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship, he is the only person who has practiced Qingfeng Thirteen Styles to the peak of the Extreme Transformation Realm in a hundred years, and I also know that his swordsmanship is definitely not limited to the Qingfeng Thirteen Style, which is a set of swordsmanship that amazes the rivers and lakes, I believe that he has more powerful and terrifying stunts." ”

"And Mo Dumping Chi is the only swordsman I have seen among the younger generation in recent years who can be compared to Ximen Blowing Snow, Xie Xiaofeng, and Ye Gucheng in terms of swordsmanship attainments, so how can I miss the decisive battle between these two?" he said, adding: "But anyone who wields a sword will definitely not want to miss this duel of rare swordsmen in ancient and modern times. ”

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, his mood suddenly became very heavy, he knew that Mu Dao Man was telling the truth, and it was precisely because Mu Dao Man was telling the truth that his mood became extremely heavy, he looked at Mu Dao Dao

Mu Daoren smiled faintly and said: "Ximen Blowing Snow has already gone to Qinghai and Shi Guanyin for a while at this time, so naturally it is impossible to rush to Huashan, and Ye Gucheng has returned to Baiyun City since he met Ximen Blowing Snow, and naturally he will not appear in Huashan, but Xie Xiaofeng, one of the three most prestigious swordsmen in the world today, may appear in Huashan, in addition to this, I also know that there is a person who can almost be regarded as the most terrifying swordsman in the sky and on the ground will also appear in Huashan." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's whole body trembled, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at the Mu Dao man who said this sentence plainly, he was silent for a long time, took a deep breath and said: "The person in your mouth is Xue Yiren, who has been famous in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago and has been invincible all over the world?"

Mu Daoren nodded and sighed: "In my eyes, the swordsmen in the world are like carp crossing the river, but Xue Yiren is truly an existence that can be regarded as shaking the past and the present. ”

At this point, Lu Xiaofeng can only be silent, which is indisputable.

Thirty years ago, Xue Yiren first came out of the rivers and lakes and swept the world, and at that time, there was absolutely no person in the rivers and lakes who could go through fifty moves under Xue Yiren's sword. Twenty years ago, Xue Yiren's swordsmanship was refined again, arbitrarily as a chivalrous, rampant in the rivers and lakes, challenging the world's swordsmen, at that time, no one in the sky and the earth could beat its edge, except for Xiao Li Feidao Li Xun ~ Huan, Wuzheng Villa, Peacock Villa, Xue Yiren was not able to fight outside, at that time almost all the masters in the rivers and lakes have been defeated under the sword of Xue Yiren, at that time the world's first swordsman deserved to be Xue Yiren, this Mudao people can not admit it, and dare not admit it, at that time his swordsmanship was the most prosperous, can be regarded as the first person in Wudang, but the swordsmanship is not as good as Xue Yiren.

Then Xue Yiren retired to the rivers and lakes, so he never fought with Xue Yiren.

Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said, "He also wants to go to Huashan to watch the battle?"

Mu Dao said: "He may just want to see that after twenty years, there are still those swordsmen in the rivers and lakes who are worthy of his shot." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled coldly and said, "Do you think that the three most prestigious swordsmen in the world are not worthy of his attack?"

Mu Daoren said in a flat tone: "Maybe it's worth it, maybe I don't know, but there is one thing you should remember." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Which point?"

Mu Dao said: "Do you know that twenty years ago, when Xue Yiren was at the height of his edge, why did he retire to the rivers and lakes and never leave Xuejiazhuang half a step from now on?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, he didn't understand, there were few people in the rivers and lakes who knew the truth, but some people understood, Mudao people understood, but the person who spoke the words was not Mudao people, but a young man.

"Twenty years ago, the reason why Xue Yiren closed his sword and retired was only because he felt that there was no swordsman in the rivers and lakes who was worthy of his attack. Yuan Suiyun slowly got out of the carriage with the support of the coachman, and said in a very elegant and rational tone.

Mu Daoren was a little surprised, but not too surprised, he bowed his hand to Yuan Suiyun, according to reason, he shouldn't have made this big gift to Yuan Suiyun, his identity in the rivers and lakes was not comparable to few people, but he knew that Yuan Suiyun was indeed comparable to his identity, he had already seen Yuan Suiyun's identity, Yuan Suiyun was not the owner of today's Wuzheng Villa?

He looked at Yuan Suiyun and asked, "As we all know, there are only two places that Xue Yiren didn't dare to go to when he was at his peak: Wuzheng Mountain Villa and Peacock Mountain Villa, but some people say that Xue Yiren actually broke into these two places. ”

Yuan Suiyun's expression was calm, and he slowly spoke: "My father once invited Xue Yiren to drink, he can be regarded as one of the few confidants in my father's life, and what I just said is what Xue Yiren said when he sealed his sword and retired to the rivers and lakes. ”

Mu Daoren sighed softly and said: "It seems that the sentence that Xue Yiren has never had friends on the rivers and lakes is incorrect, at least Xue Yiren has two friends: the owner of Wuzheng Mountain Villa in the past and the owner of Peacock Mountain Villa. ”

Yuan Suiyun smiled slightly and did not refute, but there was a slight look of admiration on his face towards the wooden daoist.

He looked at Lu Xiaofeng, who was already stunned, and said slowly: "Back then, Xue Yiren once left such a sentence: There is no one worthy of my shot on the rivers and lakes, so my sword does not need to be unsheathed anymore! When there is another person worthy of my shot on the rivers and lakes, the name Xue Yiren will appear on the rivers and lakes again." ”

Hearing this, whether Mu Daoren or Lu Xiaofeng understood, didn't Xue Yiren's appearance on the rivers and lakes this time mean that there was already a swordsman worthy of his attack on the rivers and lakes?

Lu Xiaofeng smiled silently and sighed, "It seems that this duel between Mo Dumping Pool and Huashan Sword Saint Feng Qingyang is more complicated. ”

Mu Daoren smiled faintly and said: "Everything is complicated and complicated, if it is not complicated, it is not complicated, it just depends on how you think, in the eyes of Lao Dao, it seems that this duel no matter how many people are drawn, it is just a duel between Mo Tingchi and Feng Qingyang, and it is impossible for anyone to stop this duel, even if Mo Tingchi and Feng Qingyang themselves are impossible." ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Mu Daodao: "What does it look like in my eyes?"

Mu Daoren glanced at Lu Xiaofeng deeply, and said: "In your eyes, it seems that you have to solve at least three problems now: first, to verify the death of Linghu Chong and Master Kumei; ”

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't deny this, he looked at Mu Daodao: "So you mean that I immediately went to Huashan Chaoyang Peak to investigate these three things?"

Mu Daoren shook his head, and he sighed softly: "You really have to hurry, but before you can hurry up, you have to go and meet someone with me first." ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Mu Daodao: "This is also the reason why you are waiting for me here?"

Mu Daoren didn't deny it, he just said lightly: "He is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa." ”

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned again, he was a smart person, but today he felt as if he had become a fool, he looked at Mu Daodao: "He wants to see me, why does he want to see me?"

Yuan Suiyun already had a smile on his face, he turned around and walked into the carriage, and said to Lu Xiaofeng and Mu Dao: "The carriage is very spacious, and the horse is also a good horse, now we can go." ”

Mu Daoren smiled slightly, and immediately got on the horse, and Lu Xiaofeng could only get on the horse.

There is no need to ask this question, Xie Xiaofeng can only see him because of one person, who else but Kai Mo Dump Pool?

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, he really didn't know when he had such a close relationship with Mo Dumping Chi in the eyes of others. (To be continued.) )