Heavenly Martial Arts - 47. Chapter 47-The God of the Sword

Tiger Hill, the name of the mountain, was originally called Haiyong Mountain. It is outside Lumen of Suzhou. According to legend, Wu Wang Helu was buried in this mountain. Mercury was a coffin and gold and silver were pits.

Historical Records: Helu Tomb is located outside Lumen in Wu County. It was sculpted by a hundred thousand people, and the tomb was taken from the lake. Three days after the burial, the white tiger stood on it, hence the name Huqiu.

This mountain is not high, but it is full of some beautiful legends and myths. Since ancient times, it has been a must-visit place for talented people.

He Heng and the others went safely to Gusu.

They did not go around the city, but passed through the city. Li Yuhan and Liu Wumei were still talking and laughing, and no one could see that their minds were complicated.

Soon they passed through the city and came outside the city.

Seven miles outside the city is Huqiu Mountain.

But as soon as you step out of the city gate, you can see the green and majestic mountains from a distance, just like a tiger squatting there, full of life, head and tail.

He Heng raised his head, looked at the mountain, and praised: “It’s a tiger on a dragon’s plate, a majestic mountain, and Li Jiazu chose to build the Yongcui Villa here. Sure enough, this mountain is indeed magnificent.”

Li Yuhan was also full of pride, saying: “My Li family is also one of the three most famous families in the Central Plains. At the beginning of the construction of this emerald villa, it was natural to choose a place of outstanding people and spirituality.”

He Heng didn’t say anything. He took a look at Li Yuhan and his wife, then moved on, and soon reached the gate of Zhengshan.

Outside the mountain gate, there is a small market with a small river winding through it. There are three or five painting boats on the riverside, and there are silver bell-like smiles from time to time in the painting boats.

Entering the mountain gate, there are many small shops on both sides, and many beggars. Seeing someone coming, they crowded up and begged, and some people from a distance smiled respectfully and said: “Is the Li Gongzi back? Good lady.” He So Heng cast a glance and reached the famous Thousand People Stone.

I saw a large rock with a thousand people sitting on it. At a glance, I could not see the side, not even a small piece of grass. There was a small stone platform on the north side of the rock.

Then Liu Wumei said leisurely: “Therefore, it is said that in the old days, Wu Wanghelu used a thousand craftsmen to build a tomb here. Thousands of people are all buried alive under this stone, so this stone is called the “Thousands of People Stone.” “This cruel story, from her mouth, seems to be gone, some people can’t help it. Asked: “What is the stone platform?” Liu Wumei said: “That is the lectern of the god Sang Zhu Daosheng, with the four seal characters of Li Yangbing in the Tang Dynasty on it, for the purpose of “Shenggong lectern”. The stone next to the white lotus pond is the famous nodding stone. As the saying goes: “The father said, the stubborn stone nodded”, this allusion came from here. “She walks as light as her voice, and the mountain wind comes from behind the stone. It blows, blows her hair bun apart, blows her skirts, and she seems to be about to take the wind away.

He Heng glanced at her slightly and didn’t say much. He hasn’t said anything since he was here.

Soon they walked to the sword pond.

I saw forests on all sides, Xiao Biyoucui. A wooden bridge lies across the pool like a rainbow, the water is green and cold, and there is a little duckweed on it.

Standing by the pool, He Heng felt a chill of cold air rushing toward his face, and the green pool water actually seemed to hide bursts of murderous aura.

In the distance, in the Qiuyun Siheqing breeze, there was the faint sound of evening bells.

He Heng smiled slightly and said: “Li Xiuqing, a famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty, commented that this water was the fifth spring in the world, but he did not know that this water was the most suitable for quenching swords. It can be said that there is no name in the name.”

Liu Wumei said glamorously: “It is said that this name has another origin.”

He Heng said: “Oh?”

Liu Wumei said: “According to legend, the tomb of King Wu Helu was under this sword pond. At the time of his death, 30 famous swords in Sichuan were buried, and even the fish hidden swords used for various purposes were also in it. That’s why this place is called the sword pond. ”

“Really, then this King Wu is really wasted. If those famous swords are alive, they can certainly create more legends. Wouldn’t it be better than hiding in this pool?” He Heng shook his head and looked forward.

Liu Wumei listened carefully to He Heng’s words, his expression remained unchanged, and said, “Since you know that this is the fifth spring under the sky, do you know that the third spring under the sky is also here?” The huge stone well has a wide surface, and there is a Zhulan Qu around the hexagonal mountain pavilion next to the well.

He Heng took a cold look and said, “I’m afraid this is the third spring in the world, “Lu Yu Tea Well”. In the past, Li Guanyu invited famous swordsmen from all over the world to cook tea and taste swords. The romantic attitude is really admirable. It’s the limit.” But he immediately sighed again: “It’s a pity that although the country is still the same, the human face is gone.”

At this time, the dusk has arrived, the sunset is shining, and the lone eagle hovering in the shadow of the Tiger Hill on the mountain top, but it sets off the picture-like beauty to be extremely desolate and desolate.

This sigh is also extremely desolate, extremely depressed.

“Huh, things are not humans, who said this?”

When He Heng uttered that emotion, a cold snort suddenly came from here, and only a solitary smoke flew out from the six-cornered mountain pavilion, and instantly scattered, in the misty smoke, in the desolate upper pavilion, There is a white-haired old man with a crown of feathers sitting alone cooking tea. His loneliness seems to be the same as the lone eagle hovering next to the tall tower. At this moment, he coldly looks at He Heng.

“That’s what you said, things are not, do you think I will be old?” The old man stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky, and the autumn leaves on all sides of the pavilion were shaken like snowflakes by his howling. The scoop fell.

He Heng looked up, his expression remained unchanged, and said, “I have no intention of this. If the old gentleman insists on thinking like this, I can’t help it.”

“What you mean is that the old man made a mistake, he refused to accept the old man, and wronged you?” The old man suddenly looked at He Heng coldly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He Heng looked at him and said lightly: “What is going on, everyone naturally understands in their hearts, why should the old gentleman ask again?”

“Okay, it’s natural to understand!” The old man suddenly widened his eyes, staring at He Heng, and asked: “Do you know who I am?”

He Heng did not show weakness, looked directly at him, and said, “Do you know who I am?”

Looking at each other, the scene was a little frozen.

At this time, the old man suddenly laughed and looked at He Heng: “What a Bai Yujing, what a longevity sword! No wonder Li Guanyu was so optimistic about you, saying that you might become the best sword in the world.”

“Your Excellency is too good to be here.” He Heng stood upright, with a stalwart posture, and looked at the old man: “It is the old gentleman who moved three mountains with a sword in the past and slashed the stars of the sky. The style remains the same.”

Shuai Yifan took a look at He Heng and sighed, “It’s a pity, if at other times, in other places, the old man sees you, such an excellent kendo master, he must be a friend with you…”

Shuai Yifan was only halfway talking, and he was interrupted by He Heng. He stood arrogantly, looking at Shuai Yifan coldly, and said suddenly: “In fact, the old gentleman does not need to sigh. In fact, whenever and wherever you are, if you meet, you will do it. It has nothing to do with the others. It’s just that each person has a different personality and concept. Moreover, those of us who use swords don’t need friends. We only need to believe in the sword in our hands.”

Shuai Yifan was silent for a moment, and then nodded: “You are right, so next I will take off your head. Under Jiuquan, don’t blame me.”

He Heng smiled suddenly, looked at Shuai Yifan, and said, “I would never blame you, otherwise I would not come to Yongcui Villa.”

In fact, the reason Shuai Yifan still waited for He Heng in accordance with the original Li Yuhan’s instructions was He Heng himself. He just wanted to see that the set was created by Li Guanyu himself and was created by the Sixth National Congress of the world. Is the sword formation formed by everyone in the swordsmanship truly invincible? Can it cause some pressure on him?

Although the original work of this formation was broken by Chu Liuxiang, it was Chu Liuxiang succeeded by trickery, and Shuai Yifan was absent at the time, and Liu Wumei, who was not originally composed of this formation, was replaced, making the harmony of the sword formation decreased.

But this time, what He Heng was going to face was the full version of the sword formation, and he didn’t plan to take tricks, he wanted to break it with absolute strength.

He Heng looked at Shuai Yifan coldly, and Shuai Yifan also looked at He Heng coldly, a breeze blowing, Frosty’s face.

Moan!

He Heng and Shuai Yifan drew their swords at the same time. The brilliant sword light swept across, and every inch of the edge split the leaves on the ground, shrouded in cold light.

Shuai Yifan first made his sword, and a surge of overwhelming sword intent surged out in all directions. His whole person’s temperament suddenly changed and turned into a sharp sword, with endless murderous aura coming out inwardly.

No one would have imagined that this old man with a high crown and a high crown could become so sharp and terrifying in an instant.

The mountain breeze blew by, blowing his clothes hunting and flying, and his footsteps kept walking outwards, but others didn’t seem to notice that he was moving.

Just because he had turned his whole body’s mental strength into a sword aura, others could only perceive the compelling strength of his sword aura, and had forgotten his own existence.

His person has melted with the sword energy, and he is abundant in the heavens and the earth, so when he moves, he doesn’t seem to move, and when he doesn’t move, he seems to be moving.

This is an extremely terrifying realm of swordsmanship, and it is not inferior to the preliminary Dacheng Ximen Chuuxue that He Heng had seen.

And Ximen Chuuxue is one of the best swordsmen in the arena over the past few hundred years, and is expected to compete for the existence of the world’s number one sword.

Shuai Yifan had this realm of kendo, which was already very terrifying.

However, He Heng was far more terrifying than him.

Suddenly, He Heng also moved!

His sword, as fast as lightning, rushing like thunder, was actually several times faster than Shuai Yifan.

Each of his moves and styles, sword aura, sword intent, and sword power are perfectly integrated with the sword moves, completely natural, this is an invincible realm of swordsmanship, at least in this world.

It can perfectly mix the invisible sword intent, sword power, sword moves, and sword aura, as if Tiancheng, that is no longer the realm of mortals, and can be called the god of the sword.

In today’s world, there is only one Xie Xiaofeng who can be called the Sword God.

Others, whether Ye Gucheng, Xue Yiren, Ximen Chuuxue, or Li Guanyu back then, are still a little bit hotter.

And now, He Heng is at this level.