Chapter 8 The teacher is in trouble

Ling Tianhong can't believe that what Uncle Hai said is a legend after all, and it may be a coincidence in the name.

"The Dragon King of the East China Sea is assigned by the Jade Emperor to take charge of the ups and downs of the world, saves all sentient beings, the torrent of heavy rain, and is sweet at the right time;" Uncle Hai picks up the smoke foam on the cigarette gun: "So some people have seen him appear after the rain."

After Uncle Hai said this, Tianhong thought of the woman in pink in the air that he saw after the rain: "Uncle Hai, is there really a dragon in the world?"

"Yes, the last time you and Uncle Hai went to sea to fish for grouper, Uncle Hai once told you that when he heard the woman's laughter, he saw several dragons playing in the water! That's what Uncle Hai saw with his own eyes. Uncle Hai still squinted and smoked.

"Remember" Tianhong nodded and thought about it and decided to tell Uncle Hai what he saw that day: "One day, it suddenly rained heavily on the way to collect accounts in the south of the Yangtze River. After the rain, I saw a woman in pink standing in the clouds. I thought it was an illusion, but I heard that someone saw this woman at that time."

"Oh" Uncle Hai knocked off the smoke foam on the cigarette gun, put away the cigarette gun and looked back at Tianhong.

"A few days ago, I saw a woman in pink named Long Yaner at the Taihu Temple Fair. Her maid said that her home was in the East China Sea. Later, I asked her cousin, and she also said that Long Yaner's family was in the East China Sea. I inquired everywhere and didn't hear that there was a family surnamed Long in the East China Sea." Tianhong had some doubts in his heart. Looking back on what the maid said at the beginning, there must be something strange.

Uncle Hai smiled and said, "You will tell me about the day in detail."

Ling Tianhong told Uncle Hai what he saw in Taihu Lake that day.

"It seems that you are predestined to this woman in pink, and the predestined person will see you again." Uncle Hai picked up the fishing net and was ready to go fishing.

Ling Tianhong helped Uncle Hai pull up the anchor and push his boat into the sea.

"The woman in pink mentioned by Tianhong may be Long Yaner, the fourth daughter of the East China Sea," Uncle Hai rowed the fishing boat away from the coast: "There is a determination of everything, hahaha..."

Ling Tianhong looked at Uncle Hai's fishing boat rowing farther and farther. He didn't understand what Uncle Hai meant, but felt that Uncle Hai had something to say.

Long Yan'er, the daughter of the Dragon King? It's ridiculous for Tianhong to think that he can believe that Long Yaner is the daughter of the Dragon King. He shook his head and sat down on a nearby sea cliff.

Looking at the endless sea, the sea shone in the early morning sun. The air was a little damp, and the sea breeze with the smell of the sea disturbed his bangs.

Ling Tianhong raised his hand and lifted the bangs in front of his forehead, but his eyes looked at the waves under the cliff; the waves kept rushing against the rocks, splashing snow-white foam. ; But in my heart, I was asking myself: Long Yaner, who are you? Is it really the daughter of the Dragon King of the East China Sea? Where am I going to find you?

Three months later.

Several fast horses are rushing all the way to Huai'an. I hope they can arrive before the 17th. At the current speed, there should be no problem if there is no accident halfway.

Four days ago, Ling Tianhong and his brothers received an urgent letter from the master. In the letter, only the master's goalkeeper was going to suffer a great disaster and urgently called back the brothers to help.

Ling Tianhong received an urgent letter and got in touch with other brothers and rushed to Huai'an Tieshan Temple.

In a few days, I finally arrived at the teacher's gate on the afternoon of the 16th, but I saw that the brothers from all over the world had arrived.

"Master!" Ling Tianhong saw Master Yuan and hurried forward: "What on earth happened?"

When Master Yuan saw his most proud lay disciple Ling Tianhong, he pulled him to the side of the backyard: "Do you know what is the most proud swordsmanship of this family?"

"Remnant swordsmanship?"

"Nonye" Master Yuan shook his head and walked under the big mulberry tree, and Ling Tianhong also followed.

"It is the residual swordsmanship, it is naturally incomplete, and the real swordsmanship of this family is 'decisive swordsmanship'."

"Swordsmanship? Isn't this the rumored 'swordsmanship' in the world? Why is it the swordsmanship of this sect? Tianhong is puzzled. He has only heard that this 'decisive swordsmanship' is the most powerful kind of swordsmanship.

"'Decisive Sword' is a swordsmanship created by your ancestor. It is not easy to pass on because the lethality is too powerful, and the person who learns this swordsman must have a very high talent for martial arts, otherwise it will be difficult to become a great weapon in ten or eight years." Master Yuan looked back at Tianhong with a doubtful face and continued, "With your talent, it is not difficult to learn this swordsmanship. Today, I will pass on this sword score to you as a teacher. You must keep it properly and don't be known by others."

"The apprentice thanked the master first, and he must live up to the master's expectations... It's just that you haven't told your disciple that you are rushing us back to the teacher's door. What happened? Tianhong looked worried.

"Today, Master Wu doesn't know where to know this sword spectrum. He is ordered to hand it over on the 17th. Otherwise, he will wash the Tieshan Temple with blood. Among the more than 100 disciples in the temple, you have the best martial arts skills. Master has always been proud of you." Master Yuan took out a sword score from his arms and handed it to Ling Tianhong.

"You must take good care of this sword score. You can't fall into the hands of outsiders, let alone the master. With the ambition of Master Wu, if he gets this sword score, the world will be in chaos."

"The disciple will swear to protect this sword to the death." Ling Tianhong took the sword and immediately stuffed it into his arms.

"You go to the teacher's Zen room to see the sword score first. It is relatively clean and no one will disturb you to see if you can learn a few tricks immediately. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow, and this Tieshan Temple will be destroyed in the hands of the teacher." Master Yuan looked around the temple and sighed deeply.

"Master, the disciples will do their best to protect them."

Master Yuan shook his head and said, "Why is it difficult for Master Wu to destroy an iron mountain temple?"

"In this case, why didn't the master let the disciples go out to avoid it?"

"I can avoid it for a while, but I can't avoid it for a lifetime! And none of your brothers want to leave; they have no choice but to recruit all of you back and try their best to protect your brothers.

Tianhong: "Tomorrow's apprentice will do his best to protect the sword spectrum and brothers."

Master Yuan sighed again and turned to look at Ling Tianhong: "If it's unfortunate to be a teacher tomorrow... You have to lead the brothers to protect your uncles and uncles out of the mountain; especially if you are wearing a sword, you must be more careful not to be known by others.

"Yes, the disciple should remember the master's order."

"If Master Wu doesn't get this sword score, he will definitely send troops to chase and kill him. You must be careful." Master Yuan patted Ling Tianhong on the shoulder: "Go down and have a good rest and look at the sword score, and keep up your spirit to deal with the fierce battle tomorrow."

Ling Tianhong went to Master Yuan's Fu Chan's room and closed the door. He opened the sword score and took a closer look at the moves in the book. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like the swordsmanship "Murong swordsmanship" taught by Uncle Hai. He couldn't help but compare the moves in the book, which was indeed the swordsmanship taught by Uncle Hai.

Ling Tianhong suddenly understood why Uncle Hai taught him swordsmanship: This swordsmanship must not be exposed. Once exposed, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble, and it will be difficult to be stable from now on.

This swordsmanship has thirty-two formulas, and he and Uncle Hai only learned twenty-eight formulas, and four formulas have never learned. After carefully looking at the last four formulas, he still can't understand the mystery after reading it several times. It seems that he will think about it carefully in the future.

Since this swordsmanship cannot be used at will, tomorrow's Taishi will come for this swordsmanship, so he will definitely not be able to use this swordsmanship. With the swordsmanship learned in my daily life, it may be difficult to resist strong enemies, especially people like Wu Taishi, who must have many masters.

Ling Tianhong stuffed the sword score back into his arms, picked up the sword and stood in the Zen room.

After a long time, he suddenly danced the sword in his hand, which was both strong and soft, sometimes strong and powerful, sometimes as soft as a thin willow; one move and one dance was dripping, a full twenty-eight moves.

After dancing, he smiled with satisfaction. He transformed Professor Hai's 28-style 'decisive swordsmanship' into another self-created 'Lingfeng swordsmanship'. In this way, even if he knows the swordsmanship and sees the set of Lingfeng swords he dances, it is difficult to see that this swordsmanship is self-determination swordsmanship.

Ling Tianhong was about to walk out of the Zen room, but Master Yuan came in: "What do you think of Tianhong? Do you understand something?"

"Master, please wait for Tianhong to give you a set of swordsmanship." After saying that, Ling Tianhong danced a set of self-created 'Lingfeng Sword' for his master.

"Tianhong, are you...?" Master Yuan was overjoyed.

"This is another set of swordsmanship just created by the disciple based on the 'jutsu swordsmanship'. The disciple called it 'Lingfeng Sword'."

"Wonderful... Wonderful... This sword is wonderful! The power is not reduced, and it can't be seen that it comes from 'decisive swordsmanship'. Master Yuan nodded with appreciation: "The disciple is really a martial arts wizard, but I don't know how you can understand the mystery of swordsmanship in just a few hours?"

"To tell the truth, the apprentice also has a master at home. He taught a set of swordsmanship, but the disciple didn't know that it was 'decisive swordsmanship';" Tianhong said truthfully, "Master Hai can't explain that he can't use this swordsmanship as a last resort, so the disciple has never mentioned it to you."

Master Yuan nodded: "The one who taught you swordsmanship must be the old man Murong Feng. He is your uncle. Among the uncles and uncles, he has the best martial arts qualifications, but he was expelled from the teacher because he violated the temple rules."

Master Yuan continued: "Your uncles and uncles have only learned the twenty-four styles. Only the old man Murong Feng has learned the twenty-eight styles. It is estimated that he has not understood the last four styles."

"So it is." Tianhong didn't expect Uncle Hai to be his uncle. No wonder he would have suggested that his father send him to Tieshan Temple to practice martial arts.

"Tomorrow, you will use 'Lingfeng Sword' to deal with the enemy. Don't show 'the swordsmanship' or Wu Taishi will chase you closely. He is bound to get this 'Swordsmanship'."

"I understand."

"Okay! You go to rest first, tomorrow's battle... Sweat..." Master Yuan sighed and closed his eyes to meditated.

Seeing that Master closed his eyes and meditated, Ling Tianhong stopped disturbing and left the Zen room.

Tianhong returned to the side yard and saw that many brothers had not yet rested. They sat on the steps and talked about tomorrow's battle, and then walked to the side of the steps and sat down.

The moonlight is hazy, the stars are sparse, the trees are shadowy, and the twilight covers the whole temple; several osmanthus trees are blooming thickly, and the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. How harmonious and comfortable this moment is.

Ling Tianhong looked up at the curved moon in the sky and felt sad. The greed of human nature is really terrible. For the sake of a sword score, for the sake of peerless martial arts, how many people will seize it by any means. The powerful Taishi and more than ten thousand people also want to seize this peerless sword spectrum. Does he want to subvert the world's power?

There will be many deaths and injuries in the first battle tomorrow. How many more than 100 brothers can survive?