Chapter 123 The wooden hairpin recognizes an old friend

Chapter 123 The wooden hairpin recognizes an old friend

Chapter 123 The wooden hairpin recognizes an old friend

The next day, morning.

The top of Yunv Peak.

The highest peak in Huashan is not the Jade Maiden Peak.

Yue Buqun sat on the armchair, picked up the teacup, bent down to blow away the foam, and drank half a sip.

Sitting on his left was Ning Zhongze, who was wearing a plain and elegant dress, an ebony hairpin in her hair, and a firm look between her embroidered eyebrows.

"Nangong Cang has severely injured six fellow martial artists in a row. He acts in a domineering and arrogant manner. He is like his disciple and like his master. The martial arts world in Guanzhong must not be ruled by such a person, otherwise, there will be another Zuo Lengchan!"

Yue Buqun put down his teacup and chuckled, "Nangong Huang wants to be Zuo Lengchan, but I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability."

Ning Zhongze asked, "I heard that during yesterday's competition, Nangong Cang didn't use the Sun and Moon Cross Slash?"

She was doing chores in the back garden yesterday and did not come to watch the fight. She only heard Yue Buqun talk about the result of the fight. Nangong Cang was extremely outstanding among the younger generation. She was worried, so after discussing with her senior brother, she summoned Linghu Chong overnight to teach him the Huashan unique skills.

She frowned slightly: "It's only been one night, I don't know how much Chong'er has understood."

Yue Buqun said: "Chong'er is very talented. Even if I don't teach him the 'Three Green Peaks of Taiyue', I think he can still defeat Nangong Cang. Junior sister, you are too concerned. Instead of sharpening your sword before the battle, you might as well let him have a good sleep."

Ning Zhongze chuckled and said, "Brother, you are confident, but Chong'er is Huashan's first disciple. If you don't pass on your hidden sword skills to him, who else can you pass them on to?"

Yue Buqun looked at the sinister young man behind Nangong Huang, and recalled the past, and sighed: "Qi is the foundation, and skills are the end. If you can't distinguish the foundation, even if you rely on the so-called unique skills to be violent for a while, you will eventually fall into evil ways. I let Chong'er focus on refining Qi and only taught him Huashan swordsmanship for the sake of long-term planning."

Nangong Huang laughed loudly and said, "Master Yue, let's get started. Everyone is waiting impatiently."

Yue Buqun nodded.

On the stone platform.

Without further ado, swords were drawn.

"Clang", the sound of weapons hitting each other was endless.

Two figures were moving swiftly on the stone platform. Their body movements and sword moves were extremely fast, like two violent storms, fighting with all their might. Either the east wind overwhelmed the west wind, or the west wind overwhelmed the east wind.

Some leaders of small sects under the awning had solemn expressions on their faces, thinking to themselves, if they were to face one of these two men, would they be able to win?
"The Storm is rolling!"

The long sword turned, the snow blade flew, and swept towards Linghu Chong.

Nangong Cang's moves were as violent and ferocious as ever. He left no room for maneuver and aimed at his opponent's vital points with every strike of his sword. There were many dangerous situations, not only trapping his opponent to death, but also putting himself in danger.

Yue Buqun stroked his beard and chuckled, "Chong'er used this move 'Dense Ancient Cypresses' quite well. He seemed to be hanging in the balance, but his breath was unbroken. He controlled the sword with his breath, which was quite impressive. It's obvious that he put a lot of effort into it."

Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is simple and he is always on the defensive. He was in danger several times, but he was able to resolve them one by one in the end. The opponent's violent offensive was no more than a stone thrown into the river and lake, which could only splash ripples for a moment and then be completely resolved and swallowed up.

"suddenly!"

The long sword slashed past, Nangong Cang drew back a step, and drew his sword to block, but the sword thrust forward to the right and pierced a bloody hole in his left shoulder.

The two men fought for fifty rounds and both were covered in bruises.

Nangong Huang's expression gradually turned ugly.

He has the nickname "Longxi Sword" in the martial arts world. In fact, the martial arts of the entire Nangong family have this characteristic, which is violent and powerful. They can survive from a desperate situation and often produce powerful power and defeat powerful enemies of higher levels.

But being too rigid can break easily.

If we fail to win quickly, we will fall into the situation of "the first attack is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted".

The two people on the stone platform are still competing against each other, but if this continues, Nangong Cang will definitely lose.

"Linghu Chong has already gained the upper hand, and his advantage will only grow."

The two exchanged another twenty moves, and Nangong Cang was forced to switch from offense to defense.

Linghu Chong leaped into the air, held out his sword, and swooped down with extreme agility.

"Xiao Shi rides a dragon!"

This sword technique combined with body movement is like a swimming dragon, combining the normal and the strange. It is one of the three most difficult moves to learn in Huashan swordsmanship.

Even Yue Buqun didn't dare to say that he had fully grasped the true meaning of swordsmanship, but it was rare to be able to possess 70% of the spirit.

But Linghu Chong has a playboy's heart, which matches his swordsmanship and gives him a certain charm.

"I can not be reconciled!"

Nangong Cang's footwork was disordered. He looked up and saw the sun rising in the sky. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, and his mind went blank. What made him extremely miserable was that even if the opponent didn't use the sunlight, he couldn't break this sword.

"It's over!"

Nangong Huang stood up suddenly.

Linghu Chong's sword was aimed at Nangong Cang's heart.

"That's too late!"

The time is too short, the changes are too rapid, and the moves are too fast.

Even if he was shameless and attacked the younger generation, even if he could kill Linghu Chong on the spot, he could not save Nangong Cang's life.

The two sides exchanged seventy or eighty moves, and both were injured. Not to mention the two hot-blooded young men, even the leaders of their factions, who were deep-minded, would have been really angry at this time and wanted to put the other party to death. Afterwards, they could only use the excuse that they were unable to retract their moves in time to cover it up.

After all, it was a competition in public, and the opponent could only suffer in silence.

Yue Buqun picked up the teacup and sat leisurely on the armchair with a faint smile on his face.

Linghu Chong's eyes turned slightly cold, and he thrust his sword forward, 'Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon'. This sword strike took advantage of the right time, right place, and right people. Nangong Cang had almost no choice but to sit back and wait to die.

However, he was not a cruel and violent person, and when he thought of Yue Buqun's teachings, the murderous intent in his heart disappeared by about 50%.

When it was still half a foot away from the heart, he used his internal energy, swung the tip of the sword, and changed from a straight stab to a horizontal strike.

"puff!"

Nangong Cang vomited blood, flew backwards five or six meters, and landed on the edge of the ring.

Linghu Chong showed mercy in his final strike of the sword.

Many people in the martial arts world applauded and expressed admiration for the character of this Huashan disciple.

Ning Zhongze nodded slightly: "Chong'er is not only a martial arts expert, but also has a forgiving heart, which is really rare."

Yue Buqun's face instantly became extremely ugly. After a moment of silence, a few forced smiles appeared on his stiff face.

"Junior sister is right, he is indeed a rare person!"

Linghu Chong glanced at Nangong Cang, who had his eyes closed, bowed to the people below the stage, and turned to leave.

Nangong Cang suddenly opened his eyes, grasped the long sword in his hand, pointed it at Linghu Chong who was about to step down from the ring, pressed the trigger, and with a "swish" sound, an extremely thin steel chain popped out instantly, and the snow blade left the hilt and flew out.

"Go to hell!" There was a hint of madness in his one eye.

The action was so quick that most of the people in the audience were looking at the winner and had no time to warn him.

Linghu Chong felt the strong wind coming, drew his sword and turned to block it, but it was too late.
The blade pierced into the abdomen, penetrating half a palm's width, and blood spurted out, dyeing the snow-white steel cable red.

Sun Liejun of Yuan Dao Men angrily said: "Nangong Cang is too despicable!"

Baisha Gang Leader Qian sneered, "Sun and Moon Cross, the best in Longxi, bullshit! So sneak attacks from behind are the unique skills of the Nangong family?" Dafeng Gang Leader Zhou said calmly, "In a competition on the ring, the winner is when one party admits defeat or knocks the other off the ring. Nangong Cangren is still on the ring and hasn't admitted defeat. We can only blame... Young Hero Linghu for being too proud."

Ma Chengzhou of Qianma Hall nodded and said, "Master Zhou is right. Young people are too impetuous and will suffer in the end."

These so-called righteous people in the world have different opinions on the same thing because they are in different camps.

Yue Jian stood behind Zhang Yu, slapping the back of his chair in anger. "How shameless! I just spared his life, but he is an ungrateful person! He is a righteous man, and he is a martial arts family. Pah, he is not even as good as me... the Demon Sect!"

"The martial arts world has always been like this. There is no such thing as being open and aboveboard. That's just a lie to fool children. Nangong Cang is ruthless and shameless enough. He has a promising future. However, such a person cannot be a friend."

Zhang Yu smiled lightly, he was just a bystander, the fiercer the fight of the righteous, the happier he was.

Nangong Cang stood up, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand.

"Linghu Chong, you can't beat me after all!"

He grinned, gripped the knife handle tightly, and pulled it back, intending to use the blade to inflict secondary damage to his opponent.

"court death!"

Linghu Chong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He ignored his injuries and swung his sword. The chain knife followed the force and smashed towards Nangong Cang. Nangong Cang was already at the end of his strength and had no power to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the blade hit his chest heavily.

Nangong Cang vomited blood again and fell heavily on the stone platform.

The only remaining eye looked up at the sky, and a few white cranes flew through the white clouds.

He actually did not master the Nangong family's unique skills.

The eldest son of the legitimate wife who had mastered the Sun and Moon Cross Sword also showed mercy at the last moment and ended up dying at the hands of his chain sword.

Nangong Huang did not punish him, but instead respected him very much.
"Chong'er, how are you?"

Ning Zhongze walked onto the stage and quickly pressed several acupuncture points on Linghu Chong's body, temporarily stopping the bleeding. He then took out a Baiyun Xiongdan pill and gave it to him to swallow.

Linghu Chong's face was pale, but his voice was still clear: "Disciple is fine, the knife didn't hit any vital parts."

Ning Zhongze and Liang Fa, one on each side, supported Linghu Chong as he walked down the arena and sat down on a chair in the pergola. The Huashan disciples applied medicine and bandaged his wounds with prepared gauze. The Tianxiang Duanxu Ointment that was given to him before finally came in handy.

Two young men from the Nangong family carried Nangong Cang, whose life or death was unknown, off the stage. Nangong Huan took out the top-grade medicine he carried with him to treat him.

Yue Buqun glanced at his eldest disciple. Linghu Chong was quite tough. He leaned back in his chair and secretly asked Liang Fa for wine. It seemed that wine was more effective in healing his wounds than Tianxiang Duanxu Paste and Baiyun Xiongdan Pills.

After Nangong Huang stabilized Nangong Cang's injuries, he slowly stood up and said, "Master Yue, how should this competition be decided?"

Qiu Qingshan admired Linghu Chong very much and looked down on Nangong Cang's sinister tactics. He sneered, "Of course the Huashan Sect wins! With so many friends here, in full view of everyone, who didn't see what happened just now? Mr. Nangong won't say that his own disciples won, right?"

Nangong Huang snorted coldly: "In my opinion, Nangong Cang didn't win, and Linghu Chong didn't win either. It ended in a draw, and both sides suffered losses."

This was indeed the case according to the rules. Both men were seriously injured, and neither of them admitted defeat, so they were all carried off the ring.

However, if Linghu Chong's men had not appreciated the kindness, Nangong Cang would have died at the hands of the sword "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon". If Nangong Cang had not attacked from behind, Linghu Chong would not have been seriously injured.

Yue Buqun stared at Nangong Huang, his cheeks flushed with purple air: "Mr. Nangong, what are you going to do?"

Nangong Huang looked at Yue Buqun with a contemptuous smile on his face. He pressed the hilt of his knife and said, "Since this is a duel, I think there must be a winner and a loser. This way, it will not be in vain. What do you think, Master Yue?"

Many people in the martial arts world were shocked. Did Nangong Huang really want to challenge Yue Buqun in a duel?
Qiu Qingshan thought to himself, "Could it be that he has also broken through to the Xiantian realm?"

Yue Buqun smiled calmly: "Mr. Nangong is in such a good mood, I am not talented, but I am willing to accompany you."

..............................

The back garden of Zhengqitang.

In the side room.

Most of the disciples had gone to the Jade Maiden Shrine, so the place was a little deserted. Lao Denuo was still wearing the grey robe, walking among the birthday presents in the room, registering them according to their type.

These things were nominally given to Junior Sister, but those people were actually coming for the Huashan Sect. The Huashan Sect had its own rules, and Yue Buqun allowing Yue Lingshan to pick three of her favorites was already a big exception.

"Two wild ginseng plants, put in the pharmacy."

"The seven swords are returned to the armory."

"There are twenty-eight jade pieces. These six pieces are of top quality and can be stored in the storehouse for personal exchange. The other twenty-two pieces are of average quality and can be sent to Huazhou City to be sold and exchanged for silver to be used as funds for the mountain gate."

Everyone in Huashan recognizes that the second senior brother is a very meticulous and diligent person. Compared with the eldest senior brother's unrestrained and heroic style, he can win many fans. There are also many disciples who respect the senior brother Lao who manages all the big and small affairs of the sect almost meticulously.

Yue Lingshan wore a new light blue dress. She usually wore plain face, but today she put on some light makeup and rouge. She stuck her head in and looked into the room. Only the second senior brother was in the room.

"Second senior brother."

Lao Denuo raised his head and said, "Junior sister? Aren't you going to watch the final battle between Senior Brother and Nangong Cang?"

Yue Lingshan smiled and said, "I don't want to see those people. Anyway, Senior Brother will definitely win."

Laudeno shook his head and said, "That's a pity."

"What a pity! Just let Senior Sister Qiu tell me about it later."

She walked into the room, looked through the gifts, and picked out three that she liked.

Lao Denuo laughed and said, "I feel sorry for those handsome men. They went to Huashan Mountain and wielded swords and knives in front of the Jade Maiden Temple just to win the favor of my junior sister."

Yue Lingshan said angrily: "Second Senior Brother, you have always been an honest man, why are you following their lead in making fun of me?"

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore. Junior Sister, are you here to choose a gift?"

"Dad promised me that I could choose three gifts from them."

Yue Lingshan walked around the two jars and thought to herself, who is so tactless as to give me two jars of wine as a birthday gift?

"Does Second Brother have any recommendations?"

Lao Denuo flipped through the gift list, thought for a moment and said, "In terms of suitability, this set of rouge and powder from the Suoyue Sect is pretty good; in terms of value, this plate of jade peaches from the Righteous Alliance is the most valuable; and this wide-sleeved fairy skirt from the Qianma Hall, although it doesn't fit the current clothing style, it will definitely look good on my junior sister. There's also a pearl necklace from the Baisha Gang, and a top-grade Longquan sword from the Dafeng Gang..."

Yue Lingshan was not very interested in gold and silver. At this time, she saw a long wooden box placed alone in the corner.

"what is this?"

Lao Denuo said: "I am worried about how to register this thing."

Yue Lingshan became even more interested after hearing what he said. She opened the wooden box and found a Vermillion Bird wooden hairpin inside. The style was so familiar that her expression suddenly changed.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Who gave me this wooden hairpin?"

"It was given to me by the owner of the Ping'an Inn in Shilipo. He killed a yellow-haired bug not long ago, so it can be considered as getting rid of harm to the people. His name is quite ordinary, Zhang Liyu."

Lao Denuo asked curiously, "Junior Sister, do you know Zhang Liyu?"

Yue Lingshan forced herself to remain calm, holding the wooden hairpin, and chuckled, "I don't know him, but I think he is thoughtful. Although the wooden hairpin is not valuable, it is hand-carved, which is better than cold gold and silver."

Lao Denuo deliberately joked: "Speaking of which, although Zhang Liyu's background is a bit poor, he is not a disciple of a famous and upright sect, and is just an innkeeper, but he is born with a handsome face and clear eyebrows and eyes. In terms of appearance alone, he ranks first among all the handsome men in Guanzhong. It's not unfair to my junior sister."

"Who's going to match him?"

Yue Lingshan chuckled, took the wooden hairpin, turned around and quickly left the room.

(End of this chapter)