The Beacon of Kyushu

That night, visit Cangshan Mountain.

The full moon was half covered by dark clouds, but the stars seemed to be brighter than before. The evening wind blew through the dense ancient trees on Cangshan Mountain, and the forest sea was rippled. Tonight, Cangshan Mountain is quieter than before, so quiet that there is not even a trace of insects or birds. It seems that even the birds and beasts know that there will be a rare battle on Cangshan Mountain tonight.

Wan Jianfeng, accompanied by Yinkong, Dong Jiayi, and Gao Fang, and surrounded by countless Dali soldiers, slowly climbed up the beautiful Cangshan Mountain, and walked step by step towards the retreat specially built for the eminent monks of the Chongsheng Temple. Stone chamber.

In the past, Wan Jianfeng's steps were very brisk. Even when he was drunk, he was not as heavy as he is today. He held a wine gourd in his hand that never left his side. He would stop every few steps and take a sip of wine before moving on.

He knew very well that tonight's battle was not only about his own victory or defeat, nor was it just the reputation of Huashan and Kunlun Mountains, it was also about the situation of the Three Kingdoms and tens of thousands of people. Only by winning can the Song Dynasty's army be preserved, and everything can be prevented from heading towards an irreversible situation.

But fighting has always been about knowing oneself and the enemy. Now the enemy is hidden and we are clear. The opponent may have known him clearly for a long time, but he doesn't even know whether the opponent is male or female, old or young. How can he understand the details and defeat the enemy?

It took a long time before Wan Jianfeng reached the top of Cangshan Mountain, in front of a tall and deep stone chamber. At this moment, Duan Sicong was standing in front of the stone room with his hands behind his back. When he saw Wan Jianfeng and others arriving, he took the initiative to greet them, "Wan Shaoxia, the master I appointed personally is now in the room. I wonder if you dare to enter the room and interact with them?" Is this person going to compete?”

Wan Jianfeng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Haha, that's natural! Otherwise, why would I climb such a high mountain to admire the moon when I couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night?"

Duan Sicong also laughed, "As the saying goes, 'A man with great skill is bold.' Wan Shaoxia can still talk and laugh freely at this moment. He must be a hidden master! I wish Wan Shaoxia a successful start and immediate success, and he will get what he wants tonight." "

Wan Jianfeng clasped his fists and said: "Thank you, thank you! You ask your men to get me another gourd of wine. When the wine is ready, I will go into the hole and compete!" He said and threw the gourd of wine away. past.

Duan Sicong caught the flying gourd and said to a soldier beside him: "Go and get a gourd of wine for Wan Shaoxia. Remember to go back as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" The soldier took the wine gourd with both hands and walked quickly towards the team behind Wan Jianfeng. Someone in the team had already brought several jars of wine. Seeing this, they quickly opened the red cloth and filled a gourd full of wine for Wan Jianfeng.

The soldier took the gourd, trotted to Wan Jianfeng, and handed the wine gourd back to him. Wan Jianfeng took the wine in his hand, laughed several times, and without any hesitation, he strode into the murderous stone room in front of him.

In the stone room, the lights were very dim, with only the faint light of fire at the end.

Wan Jianfeng still had a smile on his face, but his hand had already been on the handsome stick on his waist. His relaxed expression showed unprecedented vigilance. He stepped on the smooth stone ground, feeling the cool breeze blowing by his ears, and was extremely careful with every step he took.

He entered the stone chamber three or four feet away and still didn't see the mysterious master waiting for him, but suddenly he heard a slight "rumbling" sound coming from behind him. Wan Jianfeng turned around quickly, pulled out his handsome stick at the same time, and held it in front of his chest.

With the sound, the heavy stone door slowly closed, and gradually even the light of the stars and the moon could not penetrate into the room, making it so dark that it was almost suffocating. Wan Jianfeng held his handsome stick upside down and slowly approached the end of the stone room, walking towards the only light.

Wan Jianfeng didn't know how long he had been walking before he finally saw the slightly bright torch hanging on the wall, and the black-clothed master under the torch, next to the stone bed, with his back to him. Wan Jianfeng stopped instinctively. He was about to say something to relieve the oppressive and maddening atmosphere, but the man in black spoke first, "Wan Shaoxia, are you here? May I ask about the sword in your hand? What's the name? And why do you control the sword?"

"Sword?" Wan Jianfeng was startled, then laughed, "Hahaha, I haven't used a sword in many years. If you ask me what sword I hold and how I control it, I can only tell you three words. --have no idea!"

"Huh?" The man in black's voice became majestic, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Wan Jianfeng's answer. But when he turned around and saw that what Wan Jianfeng was holding was indeed not a sword, but a wooden stick, he couldn't help but smile, "Wan has been a master of swordsmanship for generations since the Eastern Han Dynasty. I didn't expect that this would be passed down to you." Here, swords are no longer used, interesting, interesting!”

Wan Jianfeng spread his hands and said: "This young hero also used a sword when he was a child. Unfortunately, he later became a disciple of an old god and learned a set of swordsmanship that was like a god. However, he was ordered not to use a sword in this life. He also said that I If you dare to use the sword, you will take my head from thousands of miles away. Although I am a wise and powerful man, I only have this one head. If he really takes it away, no matter what wine I drink, it will not taste good!"

The man in black looked up to the sky and laughed several times, then his expression calmed down, pointing at the handsome stick in Wan Jianfeng's hand, and said: "Okay, then I will learn Wan Shaoxia's stick skills! Let's make a move!"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and shook his head, "You use an iron sword, and I use a wooden stick. You have practiced martial arts for a long time, and I have practiced martial arts for a short time. If you don't like this young hero, even if you kill me with one sword, why bother to fight again?" "

The man in black took off the iron sword from his waist and placed it on the stone bed. Then he shot it out of thin air at the stone wall behind Wan Jianfeng, and actually picked up a wooden sword from the darkness. This wooden sword seemed to have wings and flew steadily into the palm of the man in black.

Wan Jianfeng raised his head and took a sip of wine, seemingly not seeing the miraculous move of the man in black. Seeing that his expression didn't change at all, the man in black felt inexplicably shuddered in his heart, thinking that his move was just ordinary in Wan Jianfeng's opinion. Only Wan Jianfeng himself knew how panicked he was at this moment. He drank just to hide the timidity in his eyes.

"Look at the sword!" The man in black shouted softly, and with a whistling sword energy, he slashed straight towards Wanjian's front door. Under the firelight, this ordinary wooden sword actually gave off the light that only a sword can have, and it was so cold that it chilled people's hearts.

Wan Jianfeng watched the wooden sword getting closer and closer to him, and hurriedly swayed to the side, barely avoiding the sword light. Then, he took the wine gourd and hit the man in black on the head. The man in black was half a head taller than him, and the wooden sword in his hand was even more powerful. No one expected that Wan Jianfeng would use such a childish move.

But the next moment, the man in black suddenly froze. He has fought countless people in his life, and he has never seen anyone able to smash a wine gourd weighing no more than five or six kilograms with a loud "whirring" sound. This gourd comes very quickly, and although its weight is very light, it gives people a very heavy feeling of oppression.

The man in black also hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the gourd that was thrown at him, and said in disbelief: "Master Wan, is it possible that the trick you used was the pure yang mixed with twenty that was created by Lu Zu after he was drunk? Four gourds! But there is only one person in the world who knows this trick, could it be..." Wan Jianfeng smiled and threw the wine gourd towards the man in black without answering. Jiu Gourd's attack was extremely violent. Not only did he not lose any strength in mid-air, he was actually faster, more urgent, and more powerful than before.

The man in black swung his long sword upwards, slashing straight at the flying wine gourd with an ear-piercing sound. When the sword and gourd were about to meet, the wine gourd turned around out of thin air and flew back to Wan Jianfeng's hand. Wan Jianfeng also took this opportunity and jumped up to take the gourd. At the same time, he stabbed the man in black in the chest with his handsome stick.

"Wan Shaoxia is so skilled!" The man in black praised lightly, and with a wave of his left hand, he bounced the powerful stick towards Wan Jianfeng's face.

"Ah!" Wan Jianfeng felt that the strength in his right hand seemed to be endless and beyond control. It seemed that he had no choice but to watch the handsome stick stab into his chest and pierce his heart.

The man in black smiled lightly, and just when the handsome stick was about to touch Wan Jianfeng's chest, he effortlessly grabbed his arm, forcing his hand to stop moving any further. Wan Jianfeng let out a sigh of relief when he saw this, smiled and clasped his fists, saying: "What a risk, what a risk, thank you to this old man! Otherwise, I am afraid that I will never be able to drink again in this life."

"Old man..." When the man in black heard Wan Jianfeng call him that, he suddenly remembered Murong Yunyao, who had also called him the same name, and a past event that he only wanted to keep in his heart forever, but that often came to mind.

Wan Jianfeng was confused when he saw the man in black stunned. If you attack him at this time, you may be able to win by surprise and successfully achieve your wish. But he had just saved himself. If he really took action, wouldn't he become an ungrateful bastard? But if he doesn't take action, he will never be able to defeat this master of unfathomable martial arts. By then, the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty will be completely hopeless. How can I be worthy of Hou Renbao, Liu Cheng, and Kou? Accurate?
However, the man in black didn't give him much time to think before he got rid of the painful memories. Immediately, he stabbed Wan Jianfeng between the eyebrows with his sword. The cold air wrapped around the sword was like the winter wind in October in the north of the Great Wall. Anyone who faced this sword would feel a deep chill from the bottom of his heart.

Wan Jianfeng shivered from the cold and instinctively ducked to the side to avoid the fatal sword blow. But he suddenly discovered that although the man in black was stabbing with only one sword, the awe-inspiring killing intent and vertical sword energy on the sword had already completely covered every corner of his body. No matter where he went to hide, They will all die!
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen and the universe seemed to have stopped.

The whole world was filled with the severe cold brought by the sword, shrouded in the deadly sword light, and ravaged by the cold killing intent on the tip of the sword. The tip of the sword is getting closer and closer, and the pressure on the sword is getting bigger and bigger. Wan Jianfeng sometimes feels like he has fallen into an ice cave where the sun has not seen for thousands of years, and sometimes feels like he has fallen into a furnace that has been churning for thousands of years. He stared at the sword tip that was getting closer and closer, and his breathing became more and more difficult. For a moment, his soul seemed to have escaped from his body and drifted thousands of miles away, several years ago.

A few years ago, Huashan.

Yuntai Peak towers into the clouds, and its top reaches straight into the sky. There is an ancient pine growing in the sky, and there are several huge rocks that are as wide as a person. If you stand on the cliff beside the peak, lean down and look down, your eyes will be filled with illusive and ethereal sea of ​​clouds.

An old man wearing a crane cloak, with white beard and hair, and an immortal spirit, was lying on a huge rock on the edge of the cliff. His clothes were fluttering in the mountain wind, as if he was a god who was about to ride the wind and leave at any time. His gaze was fixed not far away, or more precisely, at a young man wearing white clothes with a red gauze covering his face under the ancient pine tree, holding a long red sword upside down in his hand.

"Hidden in the spirit sword box, the gathering of causes contains Taoism, the heart of the sword cannot be rested, the fate of the gods is unstoppable, the three-foot sword of justice, banishing evil and stationed in the imperial capital..." The old man chanted softly, his voice was so ethereal and ethereal, it was like a thousand years of silence under the cliff. The sea of ​​scattered clouds.

The young man followed the words and moved the long sword in his hand. The sword moves were like the gentle wind blowing outside the white clouds, or like the falling snow on the lonely mountain. The sword is mysterious, agile, and quiet. It is not like the sword techniques used to kill in the world, but like the mysterious skills of the Nine Heavens Immortal to cut off greed and ignorance.

The old man looked at the sword in the young man's hand and smiled, as only young people should smile. He seemed to see his former self in this young man, and that time that may not have been beautiful, but that he would miss forever...

Wan Jianfeng's eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at the tip of the sword, and a smile appeared on his lips. The man in black was a little stunned by his expression, but in the next moment, his eyes showed a shock that had not been seen in almost twenty years.

I saw that the handsome stick in Wan Jianfeng's hand was heading straight towards the wooden sword that was stabbing him. The castration of his handsome stick was very light, slow, and clumsy, as if there was no change at all. But the wooden sword in the palm of the man in black actually trembled slightly under such a blow.

Perhaps others could not see the mystery of this stick, but from this stick, the man in black saw the supreme sword intention, the changes in the world, the Three Pure Ones and all living beings in the world. In an instant, the slovenly Wan Jianfeng seemed to be no longer Wan Jianfeng, but an immortal with a celestial spirit. The handsome stick in his hand was no longer a stick, but a sharp sword that cut through iron like mud.

In an instant, the wooden sword of the man in black became dull, and the wanton sword energy also disappeared in an instant. But the stick remained unchanged, still pointed directly at the throat of the man in black, and its strength did not increase or decrease at all.

The man in black looked at Wan Jianfeng in great amazement, and said infatuatedly: "This...is this the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique? Could it be...are you really a disciple of Senior Chen?"

Wan Jianfeng realized at this moment that he was no longer using a stick, but a sword, a sword that his master had repeatedly refused to allow him to use. The moment he came back to his senses, the supreme sword, the perfect sword, the sword that could only be wielded by an immortal, instantly collapsed and turned into an ordinary stick.

"No, no, this young hero's life is at stake!" Wan Jianfeng said, punching his right arm with his left hand, and then quickly threw the stick to the ground with his right hand, as if what he was throwing away was not a piece of wood. It's not a stick, but a hot coal.

The man in black smiled slightly, but his tone was extremely serious, "Master Wan, although I hate the Song Dynasty, I wish that all the Zhao family except her would die. But you are the son of an old friend and the disciple of Senior Chen, and you are here for Thousands of people are willing to take extraordinary risks to go to Dali as an envoy. I am willing to give you a favor, and you will win this battle. "

Wan Jianfeng couldn't believe his ears and asked hurriedly: "Hey, are you sure you want to give this favor to me? You don't want to trick me into letting down my guard because I see my martial arts skills and am afraid I am not my opponent." , how about you take the opportunity to make a sneak attack?"

The man in black shook his head and said solemnly: "In the past, I was honest with my enemies and tried to live up to my conscience. How can I lie to you now?"

"Haha, if you say that, why should I compete with you in martial arts? If I have such skill, why not drink a few drinks together, so as not to live up to the beautiful scenery!" Wan Jianfeng smiled and suddenly remembered something As if, he hurriedly asked: "Old man, you just said that this young hero is the son of an old friend. Could it be that you know my father?"

The man in black sighed and nodded. Before Wan Jianfeng could ask any more questions, he floated out of the stone room and disappeared into the vast night. Wan Jianfeng looked at the direction in which the man in black was leaving and sighed, "Hey, how come you can run faster than a rabbit? When you run away, I don't know where to look for my alcoholic father... "(End of chapter)