Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Fengyang, Yang family.

Yang Yinghao took a scroll and walked slowly to the bank of Lianchi Lake. After searching around with his eyes, the words he was about to shout out were swallowed back by him.

On the rockery in the center of Lianchi Lake, Yang Tiansheng, wearing loose white practice clothes, stood on the rockery under the scorching sun. He continued to exercise with his hands, as if the blazing sun's true energy was condensed between his hands. Not scattered, rising and falling...

What made Yang Yinghao swallow back the words that reached his lips was the eight swords radiating cold light above Yang Tiansheng's head. They were slowly rotating around him as his hands moved like swimming fish, sometimes even There was a sharp or clear sound of swords.

He stared intently at the eight-mouthed sword, with a mixture of wonder and pride in his eyes, but also a slight hint of loss and dejection.

That kind of complicated mood probably means that the old father hopes that his son can establish a good family and honor his ancestors, but he doesn't want his son to photograph himself on the beach too early.

Because the growth of the next generation often means the aging of the previous generation...

After a while, Yang Tiansheng, who had been practicing for a long time, suddenly clenched his main fist and shouted loudly: Take it!

The eight swords radiating cold light suddenly converged into one, forming a thick sword hanging above Yang Tiansheng's head and spinning. The high-pitched and rapid sword cry made Yang Yinghao, who was looking from a distance, very excited. Worrying about whether the eight swords will fall suddenly...

Yang Yinghao's worry was obviously justified. As soon as the eight swords were combined into one, Yang Tiansheng's clenched right fist was shaken open by an invisible counterattack force. The eight swords that were integrated into one also swayed with the sword light. Shaky.

Fortunately, Yang Tiansheng reacted very quickly. As soon as his right hand was shaken away, he forcibly burst out the Yang Zhenqi. The veins on his forehead were stretched and he slowly closed the five fingers of his right hand!

The sound of the eight swords gradually became calmer, and the speed of rotation was no longer as hysterical as before...

But here... is the first step for the eight swords to fly together!

Yang Tiansheng bit his cheek tightly, his lips split open like a fish that landed on the beach, and he took a few quick breaths. The veins on his forehead became more and more ferocious.

After adjusting for ten breaths, he calmed down, raised his arms, spread his hands and closed them with all his strength: Close!

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight swords roared in unison, shaking out eight rays of silver sword energy. As his hands closed together, they gradually closed...

The eight sword qi condensed into four sword qi.

The four sword qi condensed into two sword qi.

The closer they were to the back, the harder it became for Yang Tiansheng to close his hands. With his purple face and tense muscles, it seemed as if he was lifting not eight light swords, but a heavy mountain!

The terrifying and sharp energy exuded by those two sword auras has reached the point where even the old father Yang Yinghao feels thirsty and frightened!

He couldn't help clenching his fists, gritting his teeth and secretly cheering for his only son...

Yang Tiansheng held his breath and forcibly closed his hands together, leaving only a slight gap to fit them together. When the two terrifying sword energies above his head began to merge with each other, two blood arrows protruded from his nose...

As soon as these two blood arrows spurted out, his body, which was stretched like steel bars, softened like a deflated rubber ball. He swung his arms down and slashed into the lotus pond: Yang Laoer, you really deserve to die. ah!

The two terrifying sword energies, which had shown signs of fusion, slashed hard towards the lotus pond with his swing.

When the sword energy fell, it rose more than twenty meters in the wind. The fiery red sword energy was like an indestructible artifact, and it cut through half of the lotus pond with one sword.

In an instant, even the black mud at the bottom of the lotus pond was revealed...

boom!

There was only an earth-shaking roar, and the whole villa shook violently. The lake water exploded as high as three or four stories, covering the sky and the sun. The surging waves rushed directly into the waterside pavilion, dousing Yang Yinghao head-on. Heartbroken...

He took a few steps back with a confused look on his face. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the mud spots and water stains on his body. His whole body was not feeling well.

In that compartment, Yang Tiansheng fell to one knee on the rockery without any strength, breathing heavily with bleeding from his mouth and nose, and murmured to himself as if he was stunned: It's not right...it's still wrong...it's obvious...it's obvious that Yang Laoer can do it so easily. , go to the young master, come to the young master... why can’t it work?”

Yang Yinghao flew down to the rockery, hurriedly took out the small gold bottle, opened it, poured out a few pills, grabbed Yang Tiansheng's head, and poured it into his mouth: That's almost enough, don't push yourself too hard. , practicing Qigong is about relaxing and combining work and rest, not blindly working behind closed doors!

Yang Tiansheng leaned back, lying on the rockery and breathing heavily: You don't understand, this is not a matter of doing things behind closed doors...

Yang Yinghao said with a tigerish face: What is that?

Yang Tiansheng thought for a moment and punched himself in the chest: It's Qi, it's intention, it's God!

Yang Yinghao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was speechless.

He can't even read this kid's skill, so how can he evaluate it?

He can even guarantee that even if he invites the leader of the religion, he will definitely doubt his life after seeing this kid’s martial arts...

Martial arts...can you still practice like this?

Yes, I don't understand!

Yang Yinghao, who was unable to do technical analysis from a professional perspective, fortunately gave up treatment and used his old father's unique unreasonable privilege: But I know that with your current energy, you will drive yourself to death, and you will not be able to do it. I am determined not to be able to practice what you call 'Thousands of Swords Flying Together'... That's almost enough. If I keep trying, I will have to invite your mother!

As soon as he heard the words your mother, Yang Tiansheng immediately stopped and reluctantly replied: Okay, my son will rest for two days.

He said 'rest for two days', but in his heart he was still thinking: 'What's wrong? ’

He had known Yang Ge very early, and it could even be said that he was the only witness and personal experiencer of Yang Ge's journey.

In addition, Yang Ge never concealed his understanding of martial arts from him... Although he adhered to the complexity and particularity of idealism theory, Yang Ge did not convey his understanding of I am the god of myself to Yang Tiansheng. Although he explained it thoroughly, he also explained it to Yang Tiansheng in words he could understand.

This led to him feeling that he understood Yang Ge's martial arts, but at the same time he didn't seem to understand.

But based on this vague understanding, he combined his experiences with Yang Ge and his insights from witnessing Yang Ge's Metal Frenzy several times... to create the move of Eight Swords Flying Together!

In fact, it has even vaguely touched the threshold of idealism!

If Yang Ge knew his state at this moment, he would definitely give him a thumbs up and say: 'This is the best state! ’

The power of idealism is different from person to person.

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die!

He knows his son better than his father. When Yang Yinghao saw his absent-minded look, he knew that he must still be thinking about the eight swords flying together in his mind. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the world has really changed. The unfilial son who was walking backwards and only thinking about joining in the fun is now unable to leave the house or take any steps forward and only thinks about martial arts...

As expected of him, he is a descendant of the Yang family!

He sighed in his heart, slowly took out the scroll from his arms, and handed it to Yang Tiansheng calmly: The building outside the building has been updated again!

Yang Tiansheng glanced at the scroll in his hand in confusion, and whispered casually: Dad, my son doesn't want to move a finger now. Please read it to your son.

Hearing this, Yang Yinghao put away the scroll with his backhand and said calmly: The changes in this list are not big. The Twelve Heroes are still the original Twelve Heroes, and the Seven Heroes are still the original Seven Heroes...

ah?

Yang Tiansheng finally regained his energy, and asked with a feeble smile: What about Yang Laoer? The fourth old man has become the fifth old man? That guy is not old either!

Yang Yinghao: That's not true, it's just that the four old men have become the five unique ones!

Five Jue?

Yang Tiansheng touched the new title, nodded thoughtfully and said: The towering, unparalleled posture...appropriate, too appropriate!

Yang Yinghao glanced at him, unfolded the scroll, and read one sentence at a time: Feiyun of the West Road, Monk Walker of the North, Saint Peacock of the South, Great Sun of the East...the True Lord of the Gods!

What?

Yang Tiansheng picked his ears and suspected that he heard wrongly: What did you just say?

Yang Yinghao patiently repeated it again, and finally said with emphasis: Your good friend Yang Erlang is the first person in the world to top the list of heroes in the world!

Yang Tiansheng looked at his old father in astonishment: Yang Laoer? The first person in the world?

Yang Yinghao nodded heavily under his gaze.

Hahaha……

Yang Tiansheng suddenly laughed out loud: Yang Lao Er, Yang Lao Er, you are really stupid!

Listening to his hearty laughter, Yang Yinghao couldn't help but sigh: When I saw him that first time, my father knew that he was definitely not a creature in the pool... But he didn't expect that he was such an extraordinary person!

Having said this, he was secretly glad... This kid has a better eye for people than he does!

If this kid hadn't always been steadfast in his friendship with Yang Erlang, never abandoning him and working together through thick and thin, how could the Yang family have such strong support? How could this kid become what he is today?

Thousands of words, finally condensed into one sentence...

‘It’s great to be young! ’

You are wrong about that!

Yang Tiansheng laughed out of breath and corrected his old father: That guy has never thought about being an extraordinary person, nor has he ever thought about being the best in the world. My son even dares to guarantee that, that guy When I heard the news, I would just say 'boring' and forget about it!

oh?

Yang Yinghao was attracted by his words: How do you say this?

Yang Tiansheng laughed and explained to his old father: Because that guy has never paid attention to the martial arts world. To put it bluntly, he has never looked down upon our martial arts world. We, the children of the martial arts world, dream of it. He racked his brains and traveled around to gain fame and fortune, but in his eyes, it is probably nothing!

No, it should be worse than a fart!

He seemed to have thought of something happy, and laughed louder and louder, even his chest began to hurt slightly: If you think carefully about the big things he has done in our eyes, which one was for the purpose of becoming famous? Fame and fortune? He did all those things, and he didn’t even bother to leave his real name. People in the world only know him as Yang Erlang, and how many people know his surname Yang and his given name Ge... Ge who waved his sword to stop the war!

This is a bit hurtful to say.

Yang Yinghao wanted to refute several times, but after opening his mouth several times, he could not utter a complete sentence.

He didn't want to admit at all that the martial arts families like them, who had been involved in the world for generations, were not even as good as shit in the eyes of others.

But he really couldn't find the words to refute.

Just imagine, what would happen if someone else did the great things Yang Erlang did?

He will make many friends!

He will create momentum and rule the roost!

He will aspire to be the leader of the martial arts alliance...

And what about Yang Erlang?

Leaving aside his great fortune in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he returned to Luting alone and worked as a waiter in his inn.

Before Yang Yinghao could recover from his contemplation, Yang Tiansheng suddenly clapped his hands and cheered loudly: That's right, I will go where my heart is and where my path is, even though there are thousands of people!

The rest...

It's all just passing smoke!

It's all a fantasy!

The Tao can be taught, but it is not the eternal Tao!

I asked for my own way!

My way is eternity!

I am the only one!

Sincerity to the Tao!

Extremely Tao!

It's true!

The right way to go!

God is the Word!

The heart is the way!

I am my way!

Hahaha, I understand, I understand!

He was like a crazy mathematician, constantly deducing the next result based on equation after equation.

Then he laughed loudly and patted the rockery beneath him soaring into the sky. He performed the exercises with both hands as though they were light, and the majestic energy of heaven and earth swarmed in.

Sword out!

he shouted.

In an instant, eight swords shot out from the bottom of the lotus pond, circling around him nimbly.

receive!

He pointed to the sky and shouted loudly.

The eight swords immediately merged into one, and the process was smooth and easy, like a lady holding flowers!

combine!

He spread his fingers and gently grasped the eight-mouthed sword.

Eight sword energy soared into the sky, smoothly eight into four, four into two, two into... one!

Yang Tiansheng laughed and stretched out his hand to hold the terrifying sword energy in the air, then pinched the sword energy, eager to chop something.

Yang Yinghao below was shocked when he saw this, and shouted hysterically: My dear, come and see your old son!

Yang Tiansheng, who was trapped in a realm of mystery and mystery high in the sky, his eyelids twitched, and he suddenly came back to his senses. With his backhand, he saw the sword energy in his hand slashing high into the sky!

Bang.

The bright sword energy rose into the sky and exploded in mid-air like a gorgeous firework. The fiery red ripples scattered in all directions, rolling up a hurricane that swept through the entire villa.

Yang Yinghao looked at the ripples with his scalp numb, and a huge question arose in his heart: 'Is this really my seed? I am so good? ’