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Autumn goes and winter comes, and the weather becomes colder. After a busy day, Hu Qingpeng and Zou Jing took a leave of absence, left Hengshan Jianshe Villa, used their light skills, and rushed towards Yehou Academy. At this moment, the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, the cold wind is solemn, and the changing mountains and forest scenery is unique under the moonlight. Hengshan is famous for its beauty and diversity, and its feminine and gentle beauty appears and disappears on the quiet night, like a beauty wearing a veil, inducing the viewer's infinite imagination in the haze.

Although Hu Qingpeng ran quickly, the scenery in his eyes was moving, and he couldn't help but stop to appreciate it occasionally, and he could only splash ink to relax his chest. The tourists in the mountains had long disappeared, and he was the only one who walked alone on the mountain road, so there was no need to worry about being shocked. It turned out that he had made an appointment with Fang Yuxuan. On the first and fifteenth nights of the month, he went to the academy to ask Fang Yuxuan for advice and continued to study the books of sages. Over the past two years, under Fang Yuxuan's careful teaching, Hu Qingpeng's knowledge has improved greatly. Fang Yuxuan's wife Lan's heart was engraved with his righteous actions. Every time Hu Qingpeng went to the academy, she would definitely entertain him warmly, which moved Hu Qingpeng very much. Once, Lan even joked that when Hu Qingpeng grew up, he married his most beautiful cousin to him, which made Hu Qingpeng blush and almost ran away on the spot.

Today is the full day of the fifteenth month. Hu Qingpeng subconsciously touched the book in his arms. Thinking of his master's wife's good skills in making snacks, he couldn't help but swallow.

He came to the mirror polishing platform, one of the eight scenic spots in Hengshan, and hurriedly passed through the bamboo forest. The fallen leaves under his feet rustled. Suddenly, a dragon roared behind the crane, the sword wind roared, and the sharp sword energy was covered like frost. This sword came so suddenly that Hu Qingpeng had no defense, nor had time to see the enemy who took action clearly. Instinctively drew out the long sword, listened to the wind to distinguish the shape, and stabbed it out with a "both jade and stone burned" backhand. He drew the sword very quickly, and several movements were done in one go, and it was too lightning to cover his ears.

The person who attacked the ambush said, "Okay!" With a sound of anger, the two swords intersected. He used a somersault to fall in front of Hu Qingpeng, and pointed the long sword in his hand to the ground, with a smile on his face. The moonlight was like water, and the bamboo leaves flew down one after another, making him look handsome and handsome.

Hu Qingpeng was stunned for a moment and shouted excitedly: "Uncle Mo, it's you! Are you coming back to see me?"

The man was Mo Tianfeng, a fast sword prodigal son who had been away from for three years. He was still so free and unrestrained, looking like he was playing in the world, but a few wrinkles quietly climbed on the corners of his eyes, and the wind and frost on his temples became even stronger. Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "Did you forget what we said when we swear to high fives three years ago?"

Hu Qingpeng looked at his familiar and friendly face and recalled the journey of sharing life and death three years ago. He couldn't help but feel excited, his eyes wet, and he smiled and said, "You said you would give me a gift! Where is the gift? Take it out quickly and don't cheat!"

Mo Tianfeng said: "It is easy to want my gift. Let me see what you have learned in the past three years. Have you practiced swords hard? If your swordsmanship is too bad, let alone a gift, be careful that I will beat you up!"

Hu Qingpeng stuck out his tongue and said, "Uncle Master, the way you greeted him just now is very unique. What if I was penetrated by your sword? Then wouldn't I even have the chance to use sword skills?" He secretly thanked that he had practiced sword drawing skills every day for three years, and never stopped, otherwise he would have been fooled just now.

Mo Tianfeng rolled his eyes and laughed and scolded, "Is my sword technique so bad? Even if you don't have time to resist, I can't stab you inadvertently. I see that you have agile reaction, the sword is like the wind, and the basic skills should be quite solid. I don't know how much I can understand this sword technique? Take it!" He didn't say much at the moment, and used the fast sword killing move, attacking like a storm. He had actually returned to Hengshan for two days. Because he had broken the sword and swore that he would never enter the mountain gate, he had been wandering outside the Hengshan Sword Sect and did not go in to find Hu Qingpeng. Tonight, he happened to see Hu Qingpeng going out alone, so he stumbled over and joked with him.

Hu Qingpeng was both nervous and excited when he was fighting such a strong master for the first time. He knew that Mo Tianfeng just wanted to get better than his martial arts skills. His sword moves seemed fierce, but in fact he had room for room for his killer. After practicing the method of Tianyan, he looked at things like day in the dark night, and was not affected by the dim light. He could clearly distinguish the trajectory of the opponent's long sword, see the flaws in Mo Tianfeng's moves, and rushed straight into the opponent's sword curtain with a splash.

Mo Tianfeng exclaimed in surprise and looked at the young nephew again. You must know that his sword speed is amazing, and he is known as the fastest sword among the seven sword sects. It is difficult for ordinary opponents to capture the attack route of his long sword, let alone counterattacking the flaws. Moreover, the bamboo and wood are lush here, and it is late at night. Even the first-class masters in the world are limited by the environment. I am afraid that they cannot see the flaws of his sword technique. But Hu Qingpeng was able to discover! Mo Tianfeng has experienced many battles and his rich experience in fighting is that his opponent can't catch up with him. He does not make him mess up because of this. He smiled and his wrists fluttered. Dangdang Dang hit several times in an instant, which made Hu Qingpeng's mouth numb and had to change his moves to dodge.

The two of them let go of the attack, but saw the sword lights, countless fallen leaves were blown up to the sky, and turned into debris under the attack of the sword energy. Mo Tianfeng is worthy of being a master of swordsmanship for many years, and in every move, he forced Hu Qingpeng to fight with all his strength. Hu Qingpeng opened his eyes and saw that his opponent's long sword was everywhere, so fast that he had no time to think. He only knew how to swing his sword to resist for a moment, and used all the tricks he had been skilled in his daily life. Mo Tianfeng carefully observed his moves, but he had already understood his martial arts status for a moment.

"Stop!" Mo Tianfeng shouted softly, withdrew his sword and jumped backward.

Hu Qingpeng was waving his long sword quickly, but he couldn't hold back for a moment. His arm waved several times due to inertia and chopped to the ground in a bit of embarrassing manner. The tip of the sword dragged a row of sparks on the bluestone, making a harsh sound. His face turned red, turned back to the sword and entered the sheath, lowering his head and daring to look at Mo Tianfeng.

Mo Tianfeng frowned and said, "You have fast sword speed, accurate eyesight, abundant strength, and very solid basic skills. But I think you have a wrong grasp of the subtleties of swordsmanship. There are many moves that have not fully understood. The connection between moves is not smooth enough, and there are too many flaws. If you are a disciple of the same sect, there is nothing to do, but if you fight against the enemy with real swords and guns, you will definitely die within ten moves!"

Hu Qingpeng was poured into his head by a basin of ice water, sweating profusely. The thoughts of self-satisfaction in his heart disappeared and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Master, it's not that I don't want to practice every move and every move, but that the master rarely takes time to guide me, and he doesn't have the patience to answer my questions when practicing swords. I had to observe carefully how other senior brothers practice swords, and then think about it myself, so there are naturally more problems in the moves."

Mo Tianfeng shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, you are not as expected!" He knew that Yin Tianyun was intentional and did not want to spend time teaching Hu Qingpeng's martial arts because he had no value to use. Even though Hu Qingpeng practiced the best swordsmanship in his sect, the flaws in the swordsmanship were easily taken by the enemy. He had not hurt the enemy, and he had already died. No matter how skilled martial arts were, he could not be used. After thinking about it, he said, "Xiao Mao, you..."

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly said, "Uncle Master, I have changed my name to 'Qingpeng', don't call me Xiaomao."

Mo Tianfeng nodded and said, "Qingzhi Dapeng, ambition is thousands of miles away, a good name! Qingpeng, do you still remember the gang fight that happened near your hometown Jianyang Town three years ago?"

Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but chill and murmured: "Of course I remember! This is the first time I have seen such a bloody and cruel fight scene, and I will never forget it in my life! I met my master that night and happened to save his life." If he hadn't saved Yin Tianyun, he wouldn't have become a disciple of the Hengshan Sect now, and it would be even more impossible for me to learn first-class swordsmanship.

Mo Tianfeng said: "Do you know what the Qinglong Society, Beggars' Sect and other people were fighting for that night?"

Hu Qingpeng recalled: "I was far away from the place where the incident happened, and I didn't see clearly what they were fighting for. But my master told me that they were fighting for a treasure map, which seemed to be related to a prince of the Yuan Dynasty. Whoever got it would be rich in the world. Those people killed each other and died together, but the treasure map finally fell into the hands of my master. The master once warned me that I should not reveal this secret to outsiders, but you are not an outsider, right?"

Mo Tianfeng sighed at the high end, "Senior Brother, you are so scheming! Qingpeng, have you believed your master so much and never doubted what he said?"

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "I was only ten years old at that time and knew nothing about the world. I would believe it no matter how my master said it. Later, when I arrived on the mountain, I was devoted to practicing martial arts and didn't care about these old accounts. How could I doubt my master? Uncle Master, wasn't the Qinglong Association and others fighting for the treasure map?"

Mo Tianfeng sneered: "There is no ghost treasure map. They were fighting for the Ming Cult's treasure book "Nine Yang Divine Arts"!"

Hu Qingpeng's head thunder roared, and he said in a lost voice: "Nine Yang Divine Art?" In an instant, all kinds of rumors about the Nine Yang Divine Art Secret Ji passed by his mind like a flowing water. Three years ago, when he was a child, he had heard many martial arts masters mentioned this martial arts master on the way to Hengshan. Although it had been three years since then, he still clearly remembered that the Nine Yang Divine Art is the unique secret of the Ming Cult. In the past, the leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Ziyi was able to stand alone in the world and roar proud of the martial arts world, and relied on this magic skill. Because of this, almost all martial arts practitioners want to get this secret, so that they can master the world and dominate the world.

Mo Tianfeng woke up the dreamer. Hu Qingpeng finally understood why Yi Hui, He Tieyi and others fought to the death and killed the sky and the earth. No wonder Yin Tianyun never proposed to dig out treasures, no wonder he practiced behind closed doors all day long and did not care about the progress of his disciple's martial arts. It turned out that he was studying the magical power of Ming Cult! In fact, Hu Qingpeng had long suspected Yin Tianyun's motivation to accept himself as his disciple, but he was unwilling to think too much about the bad side. After all, the master was the master. When he heard Mo Tianfeng tell the truth, he was both surprised and scared. It turned out that Yin Tianyun had ulterior motives to accept his disciple! If he had not been Yin Tianyun's disciple back then, he would have been silenced halfway and abandoned his body in the wilderness!

Hu Qingpeng thought of the danger and terrible part, his face was pale and his palms were sweating. After Yin Tianyun seized the Secret Ji, he had been silently hiding on the mountain for three years and practicing martial arts without any ostentatiousness. Even his fellow disciples were hidden in the dark. His cunning could only be described as "terrible".

Seeing his expression change a few times, Mo Tianfeng simply explained it thoroughly and then said, "The third senior brother is the only one who knows about the secret of magical powers in his body. He is the only one who knows about the third senior brother. He originally wanted to kill you three years ago to silence him. But I told him that if you die in a bad life, I will spread his secrets to the world. He is worried about me and cannot kill me together, so he has to swear to spare your life. Haha, but when his magical power is perfect in the future, we two will be the first person he wants to eradicate!"

Seeing that he looked strange, he was not afraid at all. He seemed not worried that Yin Tianyun would practice the Nine Yang Divine Arts, and asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, aren't you afraid that my master will kill you in the future?"

Mo Tianfeng laughed: "Although I am afraid of death, I am not afraid that your master will come to kill me!"

Monk Hu Qingpeng and Zhang Er were confused: "Why? Can you practice more powerful kung fu?"

Mo Tianfeng blinked and said slowly: "Because the secret book in your master's hand may not be real, why should I be afraid of him?"

It turned out that after the world was calm for a while, news of the birth of "Nine Yang Divine Art" suddenly came out in the past two years. It is said that two identical secrets appeared one after another, and which one is true or not is false. But no matter which secret is true, everyone fought fiercely for each secret. The major gangs were not willing to be lonely and intervened. Because there were too many monks and too little porridge, they could not help but fight fiercely, and the killing changed color and blood flowed into a river.

Mo Tianfeng knew that Yin Tianyun already had a magical secret Ji in his hand, so how could the second or even the third secret Ji appear in the world? The Ming Cult has only one book of the auspicious books, and I have never heard of any copy. Mo Tianfeng suspected that these three secret Ji were all fake, and were conspiracies set up by people with ulterior motives. The purpose was to cause chaos in the world. The real Nine Yang magic may have sunk to the bottom of the sea and be unknown. Therefore, even if Yin Tianyun practiced according to the formulas on the secret Ji, he might not be able to practice peerless martial arts, and he might even get possessed.

After hearing his explanation, Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but say anxiously: "Then I have to go back and stop my master immediately. It will be too late if it is too late!"

Mo Tianfeng stopped him and said, "Slowly! You don't think about it. How did you explain it to your master clearly? He didn't practice the real Nine Yang Divine Art? Even if you can explain it clearly, will he believe your one-sided words? Will he easily give up his dream of becoming a top master? I guess he will turn against him before you finish your words!"

Hu Qingpeng felt a chill in his heart, knowing that what his uncle said was true. If he rashly exposed the secret that his master had hidden for many years, he would be very angry and angry, and suddenly became murderous. He said, "Then, what should I do?"

Mo Tianfeng sighed, "As the saying goes, 'Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven'. Everyone has their own arrangements in the fate of the people, so why should you and I worry about others? Besides, I just guessed that these secrets are fake, and there is no evidence to prove the truth. There is still a lack of conclusions. Maybe your master got the real secrets. After all, he has been practicing secrets for three years and there is no sign of being possessed. I just want him not to practice magic skills too early, and let me live happily for a few more years."

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want his master to practice magic skills by mistake, and even to become possessed by evil spirits. But if Yin Tianyun practiced the real Nine Yang magic skills, as Mo Tianfeng said, once his magic skills are successful, he will be in trouble. As someone's disciple, he is a rare person in the world, right?

Mo Tianfeng suddenly grinned and said to Yueyin: "If you have wine in life, you must be happy. Don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon! *, the money will be gone again. You can't stop it if you want to come, and you can't keep what you should go! A man, if you can't live a free and easy life, wouldn't it be a waste of time in this world? No matter how he will be in the future, the sky will fall and be covered with quilts. Qingpeng, you can just pretend that you don't know anything. Be honest and be someone's apprentice, practice sword seriously, and you will become a great person in the future!" After saying that, he took off another long sword behind him, raised his hand and threw it over, "This is the gift I promised to give you, please accept it!"

Hu Qingpeng took the long sword and saw that the sword was long and narrow. There were two chewing green dragons at the hilt. The patterns of the dragon body were stretched out under the scabbard, lifelike. It was the handwriting of a first-class weapon master. Before the sword was unsheathed, the cold cold air had penetrated the skin. He reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and his internal force was slightly exhaled. He felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be spiritual, and it made a clear metal sound. The sword body kept trembling and was about to be unsheathed.

Hu Qingpeng blurted out, "Good sword!" He shook his wrist and the sword slid out, and a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him. The sword body reflected the moonlight, like a pool of flowing autumn water, the cold sword energy spread out, and the breath turned into frost. The sword was extremely sharp, with a blood groove near the handle, and every inch of the sword blade was made of hammers and refined, and it was fine and perfect. It can be imagined that it was a masterpiece of the sword-casting master's passion for blood. The sword was light and heavy, with reasonable weight distribution, and dancing was lighter and faster than an ordinary sword, which was suitable for the Hengshan sword technique. Hu Qingpeng had a sword in his hand, but he felt that the sword was integrated into one, and his heroic spirit was dry, and no opponent could be solved.

Mo Tianfeng said seriously: "This sword is called 'Shock God', and it is one of the seven famous swords cast by Sang Liangzi, the master sword-making master of the dynasty. It cuts iron like mud and blows hair and cuts hair. It is a rare weapon in the world. I will give it to you today! I hope you can use this sword well and don't let my expectations down."
Chapter completed!