Chapter 52 Double Ninth

Han Feng held a plain white jade pendant in his hand, which looked crystal clear and bright, shining with a faint red light under the afterglow of the remnant sun. The most strange thing is that the jade pendant is divided into two sides. On the front is a dragon with teeth and claws. The dragon is lifelike, and its huge body is hidden in layers of clouds, as if it were flying away. At a glance, it was from the hands of a famous craftsman. On the back of the jade pendant is a sparkling sea. In the middle of the sea, a round of red sun is spewing out... After playing for a long time, he did not know what it meant. He only felt extremely precious and hid in his arms.

Seeing the red sun lying on the back of the distant mountain, the sky gradually darkened, and the faint traces of the upper moon appeared in the western sky, so I found a way down the mountain. Lion Mountain is thousands of miles away, and there is still a long way to go. A strange sound suddenly came with the cool breeze.

"The bell, the bell..."

What is this? Han Feng was wondering when he saw a man coming along the rugged sheep intestine path in the distance. At first glance, the man was still far away and seemed to walk slowly step by step, but in a blink of an eye, he was already close to him. Shrinking the ground into a ruler. A strange look appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, such masters appeared one after another in this remote place, and I couldn't help but be vigilant.

The man held a copper bell in his left hand and kept shaking it. In his right hand, he held a banner made of green bamboo. On the flag, two lines of large characters were written with thick ink and silver hook iron - the iron mouth broke yin and yang, and the palm of the universe in his sleeve.

Han Feng couldn't help saying in his heart; "What a big tone, other fortune-telling gentlemen are writing straight, but you break the yin and yang and control the universe."

The man was getting closer and closer. Han Feng saw it seriously and couldn't help praising him: What a good face. The man's appearance was strange, a pair of slender phoenix eyes seemed to open and close, the divine light was contained, the bridge of his nose was high, and his lips were like a little red, like a scribe who was full of poetry. A high hat was worn on his head but a Taoist crown, and a cyan Taoist robe was put on his body. Before he came to the front of him, a sense of dust removal of fairy bones had come to his face.

When the man saw Han Feng, he was also stunned and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, the two had come closer. The Taoist hit a head and said, "The donor, please, it's polite." Han Feng returned with his fist and had a good impression on this Taoist in his heart. The man said, "Do you dare to ask the donor if his surname is Han and his next name is Feng?" Han Feng was so strange. I have never seen this Taoist in my memory, but this Taoist called out his name. At present, he replied, "Exactly, where did the Taoist priest come from?" The Taoist asked again, "Dare to ask whether the Han Shizhu is noble, Wuyun." Han Feng was even more curious and nodded slightly. What did the old man do? Taoist people were overjoyed and couldn't help stroking their beards and laughing.

Han Feng looked at this strange Taoist and didn't know what to say. When he was young, the Taoist stopped laughing abruptly and watched him nodded repeatedly. Han Feng asked, "Is there anything wrong with the Taoist priest? The Taoist only cared about his own joy, but forgot Han Feng, who was confused. At this moment, when he saw his question, he said with a straight face, "If you want to ask the reason, please forgive me. On the fifth day of May next year, someone came to see Han Shizhu, that person will say that it was entrusted by Xuanlingzi. Please follow him." Han Feng said in his heart, "If you go, you can go. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Can I go with just your words..." The man's eyes as dark as a deep pool seemed to see through Han Feng's thoughts and smiled, "This matter is related to the life of the benefactor. Please don't doubt it." He paused for a moment and said, "Tomorrow's competition, be careful of changes. Ha ha, don't worry about the ants in a fame and fortune field..." Han Feng asked, "Does the master also know the four martial arts institutes?" Taoist laughed: "There are many strange people in the martial arts in the world. There is a sky outside the sky. The four martial arts academies are just beads of rice. There should not be a 'big' word. The donor will naturally know in the future..."

After saying that, he saluted with one hand and turned to the way. Han Feng was about to speak when he suddenly found that the man suddenly disappeared. In front of him was a cliff. The cliff was deep and unknown. He took a few steps and caught up with him. He saw the smoke under the abyss of the black hole, and he could not see clearly. Did you meet a ghost?" Although Han Feng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he can't think of the reason, otherwise this person's martial arts skills are really unimaginable.

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The night soaked the mountains and rivers of Lion Mountain, and the tranquility enveloped this huge mountain range. But tonight's people are doomed to sleep. Because tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival in September.

Chongyang is a very important festival in the calendar of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. People climb high and look far, pray for their relatives and avoid the plague. So Lion Mountain is particularly lively on this day every year. Of course, people came here this year not only for climbing, but also for more important purposes. Tomorrow is destined to write a page in the history of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. The four famous martial arts institutes in the world are about to start a ten-year martial arts competition in Lion Mountain to determine the reputation of the world's first martial arts academy.

Fly to the peak. Located in the most dangerous place of Lion Mountain, there are cliffs hundreds of miles around here. Only the middle of the top of the mountain is a flat land, as if the whole peak of the mountain that flew to the peak was split with an axe, leaving the lower part of the mountain. It is said that in ancient times, this place was a battlefield for gods and demons, and the peak was split by a god and demon with a divine axe. I don't know where the tip of the mountain flew, leaving only this mirror-like half-mountain with a radius of dozens of miles.

The moonlight in early autumn is covering the top of the mountain with green jade. The top of the mountain is full of dense woods, and under the forest is a large number of palace-style buildings. These buildings were built by Xiling Martial Arts Academy, which was originally a different profession in Xiling Martial Arts Academy. The mountains are full of aura and are suitable for disciples to practice. Now it has become a place to entertain the other three martial arts institutes.

It's late at night, but there are lights in the windows of every house. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. The building is near the triple house on the left, and the lights are particularly bright. Two strong-dressed teenagers in light cyan clothes and trousers stood on both sides of the carved door, with their eyes blaming and looking around warily.

"Who."

There was an angry shout.

"Don't be nervous. Brother Yan is back." The voice of a woman in the room sounded faintly, and her voice was gentle and beautiful. The two young men relaxed their tightly grasped fists, looked at a vague figure in the shadow of the trees behind them, and shouted shyly: Master.

"Ha ha, my sister's kung fu is even more refined." The blurred figure smiled. He turned around and scolded the two, "Don't panic when you meet the enemy and don't get scared. It's the first point of learning martial arts. If I just took action, you have become two dead people..." The two young people replied in a low voice: "Master's lesson."

The blurred figure stopped talking, and his footsteps had gently walked into the house like a wisp of smoke.

It is said that it is a house, but in fact, it is not as appropriate as the palace. The wide space is enough to accommodate dozens of people, and the eight dazzling red palace lights shine the house very brightly. A large Eight Immortals table is placed in the center, and several tall back chairs are displayed around. At this moment, there are five or six people at the table.

The woman's beautiful voice sounded again, and Brother Yan's magic power has reached the realm of scattered flowers. Just now, she almost hid it from all of us. She is worthy of being the first master of our young people in Qingcheng. The woman who spoke is elegant and graceful, and her age is two decades old, just like a gentle moon.

"Qingyue's sister has been praised. There is a little sister, a demonic genius. Who dares to call the young man of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy the first with her entry of thousands of miles a day?" It was the young man who had just entered the room. The man's eyes were bright, his nose was high and his instrument was magnificent. It was the eldest brother of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, Han Feng's little uncle, who was unharmed. At this moment, he is already sitting in an empty chair in the hall.

"Alas." A faint sigh came from the beautiful woman and said, "The little sister practices hard every day..."

The man's look became a little strange, and the atmosphere in the room became dull. The woman said, "But she will definitely participate in tomorrow's martial arts competition. You can rest assured..."

The old man in the middle said, "I don't know what has been gained this time without injury. Have the rules of this martial arts competition been set?" The speaker was the host of Han Feng's exam when he first entered Qingcheng, and the deputy director of the Qingcheng School, Riyuejian Xizhong, who also led many Qingcheng disciples to the martial arts competition this time. People all turned their concerned eyes to the latter, and the strange look on the man's face had returned as before. He said, "According to the past, the rules of the competition have basically not changed. Each martial arts academy sent three people to compete, who can't be more than 30 years old, but..." He paused for a moment and looked at the people who listened attentively, and his expression showed a little worry. Se, then said, "However, as the organizer of this competition, Xiling Martial Arts Academy has the right to put forward its own opinion." Their opinion is that in order to adapt to the trend of the times, a foreign aid can be invited to participate.

Someone said, "What is adapting to the trend of the times? I'm afraid it's for personal gain, right?" Yan Wusang said, "At that time, I also raised objections, but the reason given by Xiling is that this one is suitable for the four martial arts institutes, and their reason is high-sounding, that is, it is conducive to the exchange between martial arts in the world. I also asked if the three martial arts institutes were a little afraid? Naturally, everyone is not afraid..."

The hall fell into noise. At this moment, a faint voice came, and the lively hall was immediately silent as before...