On the top of Mount Tai Tianzhu Peak, the frost and dew have not disappeared, the morning mist is shrouded, and the green smoke and mist cover the mountains, which is a fairyland on earth. There was a faint sound of sparse footsteps on the mountain road, and a round voice said, "Senior Brother Ding, it's so early, our Songshan faction must be the first to arrive." Another slender voice said: "That's it, let's make food on the fifth watch, set off on the sixth watch, tired for days, tired and exhausted, to the top of the Jade Emperor, and I don't know how many hours to wait!" The round voice continued: "Senior Brother Ding, Mount Tai has beautiful scenery, and our Songshan Mountain has a different scenery, we wait on the top of the Jade Emperor while watching the rising sun...... Senior Brother Ding chirped: "You know how to play." The round voice shouted: "Isn't Senior Brother Ding also drunk when he sees the wine?" Senior Brother Ding laughed: "The person who knows me is no other than Senior Brother Zhang! Wine into the dry intestines, happy! Happy!" Then he said: "Senior Brother Zhang's sword spirit is rampant, but such a mother-in-law and mother are happy to play in the mountains and rivers, so happy!" Senior Brother Zhang slowly shook his head: "Xiufeng is soaring into the sky, the blue water scales haunt me, I want to think that Mrs. Li Baiyun traveled in the mountains and rivers back then, how leisurely it was!" Senior Brother stretched his waist: "That's it, Sour Xiucai is going to drop his schoolbag again!" After a pause, he said: "Senior Brother Zhang, the major sword sects of Huashan, Hengshan, and Hengshan gathered at the top of the Jade Emperor to compete in martial arts, do you think that our Songshan faction can defeat the four sword sects in one fell swoop and rank first among the five mountains?"

This group of people is the Songshan faction, the disciples walked slowly, talking to the famous disciples of the sect, one is called the charter, the other is named Zhang Shaohua, the leader is Mu Huarong, the head of the Songshan faction, frowning slightly, faintly worried. The charter patted his chest and said: "Of course! Our Songshan faction's swordsmanship is subtle and mysterious, broad and profound, and the master and his old man's martial arts are outstanding, and his swordsmanship is the best in the world, how can they be compared with the Huashan and Hengshan factions? Ding Shaohua added: "No, the master's martial arts have advanced recently, and it is even more unfathomable, and it will definitely beat them to the ground" Mu Huarong, the head of the Songshan faction, heard the disciple boast about himself, his eyebrows were slightly stretched, and he brushed his beard with one hand, paying attention to listening. The charter said: "Five years ago, the Hengshan faction stole the limelight, this time it will definitely frustrate their prestige, let them lose their armor, like a lost dog, unable to recognize the way home!" Ding Shaohua laughed, and then his face changed, Ding Shaohua changed color and said: "I once heard that the head of Hengshan Villa retreated three years ago and practiced the 'Twelve Finger Zen Yin Yang Sword' hard, and his martial arts have been successful in recent days!" Ding Shaohua's complexion turned peaceful, and seemed to remember that the Shenlong Sword Shenlong Sword is one of the treasures of the Songshan faction, the Shenlong Sword is cast by Xuantie, the sword body is not big, but there are seventy or eighty pounds, ordinary warriors can't make it, the Shenlong Sword is fierce and fierce, the sword goes sideways, if you are not careful, you will go crazy, the small is seriously injured, the big martial arts are wasted, the meridians are broken and died, although the Shenlong Sword is the treasure of the Songshan faction, since the Songshan Founding School, there are very few that can be practiced, Mu Huarong has a very high understanding, and has practiced for more than 30 years, The end is extremely powerful, that day Ding Shaohua was in the forest, and when he saw the power of the Shenlong Sword to open the stele and crack the stone, he was stunned, and Mu Huarong didn't notice it when he left for a long time. Ding Shaohua said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Master's swordsmanship has long been unique in the world, and the Divine Dragon Sword has been practiced, and he is still worried that the enemy is no match for the Twelve-Finger Zen Yin Yang Sword?" said leisurely: "Then there is no need to say? As soon as Master comes out, he will be able to beat Old Man Zhuang and Xuanjizi, not to mention Guo Yaotai and Yun Wanli, the four of them are side by side, and Master is still at ease, ha! Taishan has become Siyue Douheng Mountain!" Speaking of pride, he laughed loudly, but heard Mu Huarong shout: "Cheng'er, don't be rude!" Zhuang Xinghe is the head of a generation, and he is even more famous, but he is called 'Zhuang Old Man', Xuan Jizi, Guo Yaotai, and Yun Wanli are respectively the heads of Hengshan, Taishan, and Huashan factions, and everyone in the martial arts respects them, and they are a junior in the rivers and lakes, but they call them by name loudly, how can they not annoy Mu Huarong? Mu Huarong looked up at the sky, paused, and said: "The Central Plains martial arts Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, strange people and strange people are full of rivers and lakes, each family and faction have their own swordsmanship moves, or each other, or each other, strange tricks are endless, I heard it early" The Twelve-Fingered Divine Yin and Yang Sword is extremely subtle, and the Divine Dragon Sword for the teacher can only be practiced to seven or eighty percent, everything must be cautious, and you must not get carried away!" Mu Huarong bowed his head and said: "Cheng'er, pay attention in the future, don't be reckless." The charter whispered, "Yes." ”

Along the way, the birds sang and the flowers were fragrant, and although the placket was wet with morning dew, I also felt refreshed. But I heard someone pronounce a Buddha name: "Amitabha!" Before the words stopped, a person came out of the mountain col, slightly thin, wearing a gray cloth robe, with a smooth head, a monk, the monk folded his hands and stepped forward to salute, and said: "Mu Shi is the main mountain in the morning, but go to the top of the Jade Emperor?" Mu Huarong was stunned: Who is this monk? How do you know my name? Mu Huarong said: "How do you call the name of the little master?" The monk bowed and said: "Little monk Yuanhui, on the order of the master, I have been waiting for Master Mu here for a long time. Mu Huarong was shocked again: he was going to the Jade Emperor Peak, how could his master know......? Mu Huarong was slightly stunned, and all the disciples exclaimed, Master Benshan is a high-ranking monk, and he is the same disciple of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Benzhen Zen Master, who has always helped the weak with a good heart, and has valued martial arts for 30 years. Tomb Hua Ke said: "The old man and the master of Benshan have never met, I don't know what to teach?" said: "The master of Benshan is famous, the old man has been friends for a long time, but it is a pity that the fortune is shallow, and he has not been able to meet, thanks to the master of Benshan, the old man is very grateful, I don't know what Buddhist guidance the master has?" Yuan Hui said: "The master said, it is a good thing to compete in martial arts and learn martial arts. "There are a few disciples of the Songshan faction, hehe, hehe, sneered, and the white-bearded old man stretched out his hand and shook it behind his back, but he didn't answer. The charter said: "Old uncle, the fish haven't gotten up yet." The white-bearded old man waved his hand, but did not answer. The charter was very puzzled, approached the white-bearded old man's side, only to see a green bamboo pole, stretched to the surface of the river, but did not see the fishing rod tied to the fishing line, the charter was quite curious. The charter is boring, there is anger in the heart, I wanted to go away, I raised my eyes and saw that the fishing rod was slippery and did not hang the line, the childlike heart rose, reached out and grabbed the fishing rod, pulled it up hard, snorted and broke the air, the water surface was like a broken mirror, rippling layers of ripples, the charter did not have time to look closely, slapped, the chest was like thunder, was hit by a small thing, and then the whole body was numb, fixed there and could not move, exclaimed: "You? With a wave of sound, the thing fell back into the stream, and it turned out to be a very thin transparent fishing line. He turned his head and shouted: "Cheng'er, why don't you apologize to the seniors?" What a lot... Sin, offending old-timers, to... Not great. ”

The white-bearded old man bowed slightly, and Mu Huarong said: "Please look at the seniors, forgive him once, and he must be strictly disciplined in the next place." The white-bearded old man sighed and sat there, his eyes seemed to be closed a little. Mu Huarong was angry in his heart, and said secretly: "If you don't solve Cheng'er's acupoint, won't I solve it?"

Mu Huarong pinched the constitution for a long time, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face was flushed, he had walked the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, he had seen a lot of winds and waves, but he had never encountered such a strange thing, he knew that the white-bearded old man in front of him was not an ordinary person, but he couldn't see what he was coming from? After waiting for a long time, he still didn't see the white-bearded old man move, he was furious in his heart, and he pulled out the Shenlong Sword with a brush, and said, "Mu Mou is not talented, and I also ask the old man for guidance." "Pinched a sword trick, a move" Shenlong swing tail", the sword qi pierced the sky, like a mountain torrent roaring, the blade swayed left and right, straight to the white-bearded old man, the white-bearded old man turned slightly sideways, sneered a few crisp sounds, the fishing wire hanging into the stream rose steeply, and the head of the line fell to the blade of the dragon. Mu Huarong's move turned out to be extremely powerful, and the Shenlong Sword blocked the fishing line, but the strange momentum was like hitting the rock wall of Wan Ling, and his heart sank: "The old man is really good, but I don't know who the master is." The sword blade turned, and then used a move "Longxiang diving bottom", the dragon sword turned sharply, attacking the white-bearded old man's lower plate, the white-bearded old man's fishing rod intercepted the Shenlong sword, the fishing line to the sword body for a while, Mu Huarong's sword momentum was blocked, and he hurriedly urged the internal force to resist, the white-bearded old man's fishing line head had been pointed to the back of the sword, and suddenly felt a dense force coming from the Shenlong sword, and his heart was stunned, and the internal force was shocked, Tengteng Teng took three steps back, his throat was slightly sweet, and he almost overflowed blood, and the white-bearded old man's body also moved. The sword was attacked again, and the white-bearded old man laughed and said: "I have heard that the Divine Dragon Sword Technique is powerful, and when I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation." The white sleeves fluttered, and he connected his three fingers, slapped his left hand on the charter, and slowly stood up. Mu Huarong did not dare to slack off, and performed the Songshan faction's unique light skill "Yan Yunfei", his body was like a light swallow sweeping through the air, and his body was as light as tissue paper. When he was shocked, the white-bearded old man had already walked away, he smiled, and said with a smile: "The martial arts of the Songshan faction are exquisite, and the old man has been taught, but the head of Mu has not succeeded, hehe, this Jade Emperor is competing in martial arts, don't go." Before he finished speaking, he had already flown away, and Mu Huarong said angrily in his heart: "Don't you go, isn't that underestimating me?" Then he thought of the little monk Yuanhui, and thought: "Master Benshan sent someone to persuade me not to go to the sword competition, this old-timer also has this intention, is there really any conspiracy hidden in it?" and then thought: "What's the matter, even if it's dangerous, I'm still afraid that he won't succeed?" This old-timer's skill is so high, it is really rare in the world, the old-timer uses internal force to move the fishing line to meet the mover, I don't know what way it is, but the three fingers that are connected to the point are uncertain, there are few real moves, and there are quite a lot of false moves, is this the 'phantom finger'?" After a pause, he thought: "The person who knows this magic skill in the martial arts is the Xiaoxiang hero Su Yuanzhang fifty years ago, could it be?"

When Mu Huarong thought of this, his face changed: "Could it be that he is the Xiaoxiang hero?" After a moment of thought, he said secretly: "No, the Xiaoxiang hero has long been extinct thirty years ago, and he no longer cares about martial arts, could it be that he is the apprentice of the Xiaoxiang hero?