Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 146 The Peak of Huashan
Snowflakes danced all over the sky, and a clear moon shone in the sky, but I saw a tall man in black with a black sword dancing his sword under the moonlight.

Its sword is sharp, swift, and unparalleled.

Every time he strikes a sword, the snowflakes that will be hooked will dance wildly, the moonlight will ripple, and the sword energy will linger for a long time.

"Yan Shisan, your swordsmanship doesn't seem to have improved much recently..."

Wearing a fur coat and a grimace mask, Long Peng slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the courtyard.

"A little bit, a little bit more..."

Yan Shisan's eyes were like smoldering fire, and he tightly grasped the Bone Poison Sword that he had been with for more than ten years.

"Long Peng, I can't wait."

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Long Peng said calmly, "Then we will set off tomorrow, hurry up and reach Mount Hua in about three to five days."

Yan Shisan was slightly taken aback, put away his long sword, "Are you not going to Zhongnan Mountain?"

"No need to go."

"If you want to go, then go, don't worry about me, besides, you can't say it now, isn't it just a detour before?"

Long Peng sighed, "The people I want to see are gone, why go again?"

"What do you mean? Could it be that something happened to your teacher?"

"It's nothing, it's getting late, you should go to rest quickly, and hurry up tomorrow morning, you will suffer."

Long Peng turned around, waved his hands, and gradually disappeared into the cold wind.

"This stinky boy!"

Yan Shisan laughed and cursed, and shouted, "If you're unhappy, come and drink with me!"

"got it!"

……

a few days later.

Long Peng and others finally arrived at Mount Hua.

Look from afar.

Mountain cedar cliffs face each other in the distance, the trees, rocks, and houses are covered with a layer of crystal thin clothes, the wind is carrying snowflakes falling, and the mountain is shrouded in thin snow and mist, adding a bit of mystery, making this Xiyue Huashan It looks like a fairyland on earth.

There is a lot of snow, everywhere is covered with silver, and there is only a touch of pure and flawless white between the sky and the earth.

"Call..."

Long Peng reined in the reins, sat on the horseback, looked at the steep snow mountain, and sighed, "Finally we have reached the place, this winter Huashan really only exists in the picture scroll fairyland..."

"You came before?"

Yan Shisan rode forward.

Long Peng nodded, and said with a cold smile, "I have indeed been here, and I fought against the head of the Qizong back then."

"Win or lose?"

"What do you think?" Long Peng asked back.

Yan Shisan sneered and said, "Look at your stinky face, you definitely didn't get any good fruit."

"It's not to please the fruit..."

Long Peng shook his head with a smile, and got off his horse, "Let's rest for the night first, we are going up the mountain tomorrow."

"It's natural. Although I don't burn incense and bathe before competing with others like Ximen Chuuxue, I still have to calm down first, clean my sword, and rejuvenate my mind."

"Speaking of which, I also miss him a little bit, no, to be precise, it's his sword, that ruthless sword that looks like a god, although immature, it is enough to make people's eyes shine..."

"You never forget him..." Long Peng teased.

"roll!"

Yan Shisan uttered a word, then walked straight forward, and stopped halfway.

He was standing in the wind and snow, wearing a somewhat torn black shirt that moved with the wind, his back was a bit bleak,
"In this sword competition, if I die, you can take my sword and give it to the crow. He has always wanted my sword, and his wish has been fulfilled."

Long Peng raised his brows, "It's almost Chinese New Year, what are you talking about here?"

"The competition hasn't started yet, the outcome is still unknown."

Yan Shisan smiled, "If you have the will to die in your heart, then you will have no regrets when you use your sword, and you will have no fear of gods and demons."

Long Peng opened his mouth, and walked in front quickly, "Okay, don't be a mother-in-law here, let's go quickly, I have been riding a horse for a few days, and my bones are about to fall apart."

"Row!"

Yan Shisan laughed loudly and followed.

The next day.

Huashan South Peak - Pine and Cypress Peak.

Just as morning light rose in the eastern sky, Long Peng and Yan Shisan had already arrived at the foot of the South Peak and started climbing.

Mount Hua is famous for its dangers, and the way up the mountain is especially dangerous. One mistake will result in a dead end. Fortunately, both of them are excellent in martial arts, and Long Peng's lightness kung fu is a rare rival in the world. Although it was a bit slow, the way up the mountain was smooth.

The Huashan School is divided into two sects of Sword Qi.

Hundreds of years ago, the two sects had a martial arts competition at Zhongfeng Yunvfeng to discuss their authenticity.

In the end, although Jianzong was defeated, he still retained a certain amount of strength and retreated to Lotus Peak in the West Peak, while Qizong still established his sect in Chaoyang Peak in the East Peak. At that time, except for Lotus Peak, all other peaks had disciples staying behind
However, since the Sun Moon God Sect attacked Huashan several decades ago, the Qizong of Huashan has been declining and its disciples have withered, so they recalled the disciples from other peaks to Chaoyang Peak.

Therefore.

Apart from the cedar rocks, Long Peng and the others didn't even see half a person. After arriving at the end of the strange and dangerous sky plank road, the two of them finally arrived at the cliff of thinking.

The top of the cliff is about a hundred feet in size. There are three cliffs and one side is a mountain wall. Standing on the top of the cliff, you can see the colors of the mountains and rivers in your eyes.

The cold wind was fierce and brought countless snowflakes, covering the entire Siguo Cliff, even reaching the knees of Long Peng and the other two.

A green pine stands on the mountain wall, covered with snow, swaying slightly with the north wind.

Standing beside the green pine, Long Peng and the others looked into the distance and saw a vast expanse of whiteness. They took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed and quiet in the empty valley.

"Siguoya...a good name, and a good place..."

Yan Shisan's eyes were like cold stars, and he read out the three characters engraved on the stone wall word by word, and his aura became more and more fierce, as if a monstrous monster was recovering.

"Yan Shisan, do you want to do it now?"

"No, now is not the time."

Yan Shisan glanced at the red sun, shook his head,
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and inserted the heavy and long and narrow bone poison sword beside him. He only heard the sound of "Ka--", he entered the rock for more than three inches, and he stood still.

Seeing him like this,
Long Peng pursed his lips, not disturbing by words, slowly closed his eyes, his heart was like still water, he felt the surroundings carefully,

It took a long while before he noticed an extremely long, extremely subtle, almost inaudible breathing sound amidst the noisy sound of falling snow, and he judged in his heart that this person's internal energy attainments were no worse than that of Wu Yazi from the Happy School. How many.

"It seems...it is indeed a match of life and death..."

Long Peng glanced at Yan Shisan, who closed his eyes and meditated, hesitated for a while, and walked towards the cave under the mountain wall.

The cave was quite cold, and a slight sound of dripping water could be heard. In the center of the cave, Long Pengli was searching for the owner of the breathing sound by his ears.

"Who are you?"

Before Long Peng came to the door, he heard an old but calm questioning voice.

"Ah……"

Long Peng chuckled, turned around and looked at the old man who appeared behind him, and said with a smile, "Senior Feng, I'm here to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)