Huashan is in danger!

Huashan is dangerous and the name of the Changkong Plank Road is so famous that even birds are hard to cross.

At the foot of Mount Hua, Bai Xiaosheng quietly set out on the road. With his martial arts today, the danger of Mount Hua is nothing. Moreover, he lives in Mount Hua in the Tianlong, and is even more familiar with it.

Bai Xiaosheng flew away, and his steps were like flying clouds and fog. His body movements were so agile, fast and unparalleled.

When he arrived at the Huashan Sect, it was very quiet and quiet. As a result, Yue Buqun took his disciples down the mountain, so naturally there was no one here. He walked around casually, and except for seeing two women cleaning up the house, there was no more people.

It’s strange, isn’t Yue Buqun afraid that others will go to Huashan and burn it with a torch? Or, stole all the secrets of the Huashan Sect?

"Apart from Zixia's magical skills, most of the other martial arts in the Huashan School have been lost, and the rest are probably all in Yue Buqun's mind." Shaking his head, Bai Xiaosheng stopped thinking about it, and when he moved his feet, his body flashed, he flew up and rushed straight to the cliff of Siguju.

It seems that this place has remained unchanged for thousands of years. What it looked like last time, and what it looked like this time. The lone mountain peaks, the silent cliffs, the silent caves... nothing has changed.

Standing on the cliff, Bai Xiaosheng said slowly, "Disciple Bai Xiaosheng, please see Master Feng!" His voice came like a gentle breeze and drizzle, sweeping across all directions. When he arrived in some valleys, echoes came, alarming a bunch of birds.

"Disciple Bai Xiaosheng, please see Master Feng!" Bai Xiaosheng shouted again, but this time his voice was as sharp as thunder, rolling endlessly, shaking the rocks.

His voice became louder and louder!

Seeing that Feng Qingyang still did not appear, Bai Xiaosheng frowned slightly. He thought for a while, and his body stood there motionlessly. His whole body became fierce, like the sharp sword inserted into the sky, unstoppable.

The lone mountain peaks, sharp swords, and sharp contrasts stir up the calm sky of Mount Hua.

"Huh?" With a shock and suspicion, Feng Qingyang's figure appeared on the cliff. Bai Xiaosheng also turned his head and looked at it, his eyes as lightning as a sword, sharp and imposing. He praised: "Okay, okay, okay. I didn't expect that your sword cultivation would have reached such a level in just a few years. I really didn't expect it."

Bai Xiaosheng slowly clasped his fists and said, "Uncle Feng is too rewarded. The disciple came this time to prove the sword art with Uncle Feng." He said the word "Sword Art" very seriously. Most people who practice swordsmanship do not understand it at all. Even Linghu Chong may not understand it, but when it comes to the ears of people like Feng Qingyang, he made him seriously.

He looked Bai Xiaosheng up and down and said slowly: "Okay! You are indeed qualified!"

Feng Qingyang once vowed that he would never move his sword again in his lifetime. However, this vow was divided into two parts, so ordinary people naturally deserved that he would move his sword, but it was different when it came to Bai Xiaosheng.

What they compare is not sword, but Tao!

This doesn't mean moving the sword!

The two stared at each other, and their feet were still moving. It was very abrupt. They each crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came three meters away from each other. The wind inexplicably rose, raised their clothes, and a golden light flashed between them, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye. With a sound of touch, a rock on the edge of the cliff suddenly exploded and stones splashed.

The two men became more and more powerful, and their clothes became old and they danced without wind. In the middle of them, there seemed to be two swords colliding, and there was no sword body, but they heard the sound of the sword. The sword energy shot hit the surroundings, leaving a deep gully in an instant.

When Feng Qingyang taught Linghu Chong Dugu Jiujian, he said that he "if he practiced hard for another twenty years, he would be able to compete with the heroes of the world." But in fact, Linghu Chong's progress was unexpectedly fast, thanks to his opportunity. Feng Qingyang might not have Linghu Chong's opportunity, but his understanding of Dugu Jiujian was definitely not comparable to Linghu Chong.

As for qualifications, he may not be as good as Linghu Chong, but thirty years have passed, it must be enough for him to fully understand the Nine Swords of Dugu. He has been avoiding the situation for many years, and his understanding of the Nine Swords of Dugu has long been Mahayana.

But whether he can transcend like Dugu Qiubai is unknown.

Today, Bai Xiaosheng knew, Feng Qingyang also transcended and entered the state of "intellect".

This is a very mysterious state, which can be understood but cannot be expressed in words. To put it bluntly, if you understand, you will be enlightened. If you don’t understand, it will be like that if others say it.

The so-called "no move is better than a move" can be taught to others, just like Dugu Nine Swords, but without a sword is better than a sword, it won't work.

Quack... A bird approached the sky, and the sound stopped abruptly, blood sprayed, and the bird was inexplicably dismembered and fell down. When it approached the two, it was stirred up by the storm of sword energy, as if it turned into ashes, and was blown by the wind and disappeared.

Suddenly, Bai Xiaosheng's hands trembled slightly, and his hands were intertwined, and his standing body seemed to stand with the lonely mountain peak, arrogant and arrogant. "Rebuke!" A light shout from his mouth, Bai Xiaosheng's aura became more and more solemn, and his whole body seemed to be united with the mountain peak, pressing towards Feng Qingyang.

Step! Three steps in a row, each step left a deep footprint. Feng Qingyang's pale face was as bright as gold paper, and his lips showed a bright look. He looked at Bai Xiaosheng in surprise, stretched out his hand and shot out like a sharp sword.

His sword is hard to understand, as if he is lonely and arrogant, full of regret and unwillingness, and his turbid and spiritless eyes are filled with incomprehensible expressions.

"The grief is inexplicable!" Bai Xiaosheng's sword also came out. Who did the sadness dance in his heart? And why did he dance?

The swords of the two touched each other and made a tingling sound. At this moment, the wind was quiet, and the sky seemed to be quiet, and a bird song came from a distance. The next moment, with a touch, the two leaned back and took a few steps back.

On the hard bluestone, the two of them were in uniform and extremely dazzling.

Looking at his sword finger, Feng Qingyang's expression became even more obscure. Suddenly, he let out a "wow" sound, and blood spurted out from his mouth. Bai Xiaosheng was shocked, and his body flashed and rushed over, holding Feng Qingyang, and said in a panic: "Uncle Feng, are you okay?"

Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly, his chest fluctuated violently, but his whole body looked extremely powerless.

He looked at Bai Xiaosheng with a hint of spirit in his eyes and said, "If you can see a swordsman like you in your lifetime, Feng Qingyang will die without any resentment."

Feng Qingyang is very old. When he taught Linghu Chong, he had already said that if the Dugu Nine Swords were not passed on to you, they would probably disappear forever in a few years. He had already had a premonition that his life span was approaching.

Today's martial arts competition consumed a lot of his energy, and the last sword was integrated into his life. Sword Tao is life. That sword was his Mahayana work in his life and was also the foundation for him to break through the Dugu Nine Swords. He was able to use this sword to comfort him. Bai Xiaosheng's sword made his heart even more relaxed. There are still people who can inherit the sword Tao!

He died, and he was willing to do so!

"Bai Xiaosheng, swordsmanship is humanity. When you pick up the sword and choose a sword, your life and death are the sword in your hand. Choosing life is just the first step. Only by fearing death and having great courage can you reach the peak of swordsmanship. I thought I would never see such a person in this life, and I would never have thought that God would send you here. OK, OK. Haha..."

With the long laughter, the wind cleared away suddenly, causing a faint sadness to rise in Bai Xiaosheng's heart.

"Senior..." He held Feng Qingyang's arm tightly, and the stiff feeling made him feel unreal. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If it weren't for him, Mr. Feng wouldn't have died like this. Just looking up and seeing Mr. Feng's dying smile, he swallowed the words he said. A swordsman should have died like this!

It was very abrupt. He seemed to have realized something, but when he reached out to grab it, he couldn't catch it.

Just as Feng Qingyang said, a swordsman chooses to live only the beginning. Only by fearless death can the brave be fearless. Only such a man can reach the peak of swordsmanship.

Bai Xiaosheng has all this, but does he really understand?

People will know and understand many qualities in their learning, but can you really understand them?

This is how life is. You have some things but you don’t realize them. Only when the opportunity comes, can you suddenly wake up. It turns out that you have a lot and lack a lot. Life is the sword path!

"Old Feng, don't worry, I will definitely reach a higher peak!"

Standing in front of Feng Qingyang's tombstone, Bai Xiaosheng quietly said this, then turned around and left without any hesitation. He grabbed the void with his hands, as if a sword was formed in his hand.

Just a glance, his hands were still empty. Perhaps the sword was already in his heart, but others could not see it, and did he know it himself?
Chapter completed!