Luan Ling Qixia

Songyun said slowly: "The Venerable Master competes with two celestial masters. I don't know how to win or lose?" Master Nian'a looked sad, and said: "The martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty is different from my Japanese. Before the poor monk went west It's hard to find a defeat in this country, but who knows that when we came to the Central Plains, we lost our halberds again and again. In the past, I had an appointment with Master Qishan to compete in the cross-hetai of Nanping Mountain. In the end, I lost to his 33-style Guiyun swordsmanship. The poor monk committed suicide At the end of the century, learning low skills is difficult to defeat the Chinese masters. He returned to Japan and practiced hard for more than [-] years before he came to challenge again. Unfortunately, the real Qishan passed away. His younger brother Xibi Tianshi competed with me in Gexian Peak. The poor monk I think that my swordsmanship is already great, and I can rule the world, but who knows that Master Xibi has superb swordsmanship, the two of us only exchanged one move and the winner was determined, but the poor monk was defeated again." Jing Lanzhou thought: "So Speaking of which, Monk Jian Sheng is not lying."

Songyun said in a deep voice: "The Venerable Master and I have two martial arts competitions, are they really defeated?" Master Nian'a sighed: "Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. Although there are no witnesses for these two contests, but The two celestial masters won righteously, and the poor monk also lost frankly, how can there be no reason to deny it?"

Seeing that the other party said so, it preserved the reputation of the Zhengyi faction in the martial arts, and secretly said: "This monk is quite open-minded." He pondered and said: "Back then, by chance, Pindao found it in a cave on the mountainside of Gexianfeng. Master Xibi’s remains. The master has lived in Xishan for a long time, do you know about this?” Zhang Yuqing’s fake death was only known to him and his two junior brothers, but later Jing Lanzhou and others learned about it.Although there are one or two outsiders present at this moment, Mei Qian and Songzhu are life-and-death friends, and the two hall masters, Gu Lei, are also well-known heroes in the world, so he directly misses Master A with this, and does not shy away from it .

Master Nian'a was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Real Master Xibi's death in a barren mountain is indeed related to the poor monk; if it is said that he died under the sword of the old monk, it is all right." Just as the words fell, there was only a snap With a loud sound, Li Zhuliang slapped the Eight Immortals table in front of him into several pieces, the elders of Songzhu suddenly stood up, and their eyes fell on the old monk like a knife's edge.

Songyun said: "The Venerable Master said just now that he lost in the martial arts competition, how could my uncle die at the hands of the Grand Master?" Venerable Nian'a said: "That day when we met each other with swords and swords, the poor monk relied on the sharpness of the weapon , cut off the long sword in the hands of Celestial Master Xibi. If Zhang Zhenren had not broken his sword, he would have stabbed the poor monk to death before my blade was added to his neck. Although he was injured by my sword energy, he would not die soon. Long, but I was killed on the spot, this contest was ultimately lost by the poor monk."

Li Zhuliang couldn't hold back any longer, he picked up the half broken table leg, and threw it at Master Nian'a with a "hoo", the wooden leg was wrapped in strong wind, and it was going extremely fast.Master Nian'a didn't move his body, he was about to be hit on the front door, Songyun suddenly waved his sleeve and knocked down the table leg, saying: "Brother, bear with your anger for a while, let me ask you first." Said to Master Nian'a : "I don't know when the Venerable Master competed with my Master Qishan Master, did he also injure the opponent with his sword energy?"

Master Nian'a pondered for a moment, and said: "When a poor monk fights with others, he always goes all out, so that he can live up to the sword in his hand. It's just that I didn't have a deep skill back then, so if I can use the sword energy to hurt the Celestial Master Qishan, that's up to me." I don't know." Songyun's body trembled slightly, thinking of his uncle Zhang Yuchu, who was originally a healthy person, but after the autumn of the seventh year of Yongle, he suddenly went downhill. He often vomited blood for no reason, and died in the second year. The Venerable Master's heart was broken.Zhang Yu's initial creation of miraculous skills made him famous at the time. If he was defeated in a martial arts competition with Japanese masters, it would be a shame and a great humiliation to the Central Plains martial arts. One person learned that although Qi Shanzi won the sword fight, he was also severely injured, knowing that time was short, he did not mention it to anyone afterwards.

Xian Qingrang suddenly said: "Every time the master makes a move, does he use his best effort? I'm afraid it's not necessarily true. 'Lotus Swordsman' Nie Qiuhuai's martial arts are far behind yours, why did the master challenge him? You clearly won without any effort Why did you ask him to fight again in three years?" Master Nian'a said with a smile: "Although Nie Qiuhuai has not mastered kung fu, his 'Dian Cang Nineteen Swordsmanship' has taught people to see Lie Xinxi. Wei Yuanzhen, the old monk asked him to go back and practice for a few more years, why not?"

Xian Qingrang shook his head and said, "It doesn't make any sense. I heard that Nie Qiuhuai was so anxious to lose that day that he didn't hesitate to use the 'Diancang Nineteen Swords' that the master had not finished researching, but the master came to him Before the fight, one should not know that there is such a way of swordsmanship in the world. All true masters are self-aware. The master has competed with the head teacher of the Zhengyi school decades ago. How could he take him seriously before? You shouldn't be looking for him to compete with swords."

Master Nian'a was silent for a while, then slowly said: "But according to the girl's opinion, why did the old monk challenge him?" Xian Qingrang said with a smile: "Only the Master knows about this."

Jing Lanzhou hesitated for a while, and asked: "Dare to ask, senior, did you ever meet with your teacher in Songjiang Mansion in the early years of Yongle?" Master Nian'a nodded and said: "Exactly. The poor monk met with the respected teacher at the beginning of the year When we met, I was shocked to be a heavenly man in my heart. I only felt that what I had learned through hard work in my life was like a child's play in the eyes of my respected teacher. I knew that I was just watching the sky from a well before, and I dared not compete with China again. I returned to Japan and practiced swordsmanship hard. After a few years Returning to the Central Plains, I knew that Gu Daxia was still too far behind, so I had no intention of challenging him. I only heard that Master Longhushan Yuchu had gained fame in recent years, and he was a master admired by everyone in the world. Fang wanted to fight with him Compete. Sigh, the Central Plains Wulin is full of talented people. At that time, I thought I had made great progress in my skills, but I was defeated by Qishan Tianshi. I felt disheartened and returned to Dongying to practice hard. That day the poor monk The first time I saw Gu Daxia, I knew that what I had learned all my life was worthless, so I returned to the country to practice swordsmanship, and after six or seven years, I felt brave and diligent, so I returned to the West; I went back to Japan and thought hard about kendo, and 20 years passed in a flash, but I thought about it day and night, and I felt that these 20 years passed in a blink of an eye, but it passed much faster than the previous six or seven years. Until I was 20 Years later, he lost to Master Xibi in the sword competition again. Fang wanted to understand that if he wanted to surpass China's swordsmanship, he must not build a car behind closed doors on the isolated island of Fusang. He had to be rooted in the land of China to cultivate his spirit and break through the shackles of the entrance. Therefore, the old monk has not returned for more than ten years. The motherland will always remain in the Central Plains."

Luo Yingyuan laughed and said: "The Venerable Master's words are wrong. Although martial arts in the world are vast and boundless, they are always changing. If it is true to return to simplicity, it is only sixteen words: only fast, invincible, endless changes The rest of the males and females don't come out of this." Master Nian'a smiled slightly, and said: "Your honor is profound, and the poor monk has not seen such a person for a long time. May I ask you for advice?"