The grudges between the Lin family and the Qu family in Chaozhou City have been around for a hundred years. They are both famous families in the local area, and the grudges between the two families have also had a great impact. At least recently, there have been many more people in the city, so people are careful when they go out, which has caused extremely inconvenient effects on their lives.

Although the group fight broke out two days ago with the intervention of the government, and both sides injured several people and did not gain any advantage, both sides felt resentful.

The government can manage it for a while, but not for a lifetime. Since fighting is not allowed in the city, then just fight outside the city. As for fighting, they are all from the martial arts world, and it is the same wherever they fight.

At night, Fan and Zhao came to the Zizhu Forest.

The Purple Bamboo Forest, also known as the Merit Forest, is located outside the east gate of the city. Tens of thousands of bamboos were planted. It was originally planted by the government to thank Huang Yulang for his merits, but Huang Yulang regarded it as a lifelong shame.

The bamboo forest has grown for more than ten years. There is plenty of rain here and the bamboo grows very fast. Now it has become a lush forest that lasts for several miles. It is early summer, when the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves sway, making a rhythmic sound, which is indeed a major landscape in Chaozhou City.

Lin and Qu families agreed to compete in Zizhu Forest. There were many people along the way. Following the crowd, they could easily find the place to compete, which was in an empty place deep in the bamboo forest.

On the open space, there is a tomb, which is repaired with granite. There is a stone tablet in front of the tomb. If you look carefully, it is written as "The Tomb of Li Qingcao, the Sword Prince of the Patriarch Baidi".

There are two groups of people from the rivers and lakes on both sides of the cemetery, which are clearly divided. Among them, in addition to Bai Bufan, the young master of the Lingnan Sword Sect who had met one time that day, they also found an acquaintance.

The Five Poisons Sect Chun Thirty Niang.

On that day in the capital, Chun Sanshiniang asked Zhao Xing's master, Master Li Bai, the leader of the four great Vajras in Shaolin Temple, to be poisoned and withdraw from the martial arts conference. Although there were some grudges and hatred between the two, when Zhao Xing saw Chun Sanshiniang, his eyes showed murderous intent.

On the open space, there were dozens of tung oil lamp holders and torches held by everyone, which illuminated the place of the competition as bright as day.

Qu Qianshui, the head of the Qu family, is located on the left, with a long sword hanging around his waist, wearing a short white collar, looking smart and capable.

In contrast, a middle-aged man with a slender figure, wearing a long-lasting robe, a beard, elegant and elegant, and has a master's style.

Since they were watching the fun, the two of them found a seat that was not relied on both sides so as not to disagree and fight in groups, and they would affect the fish in the pond.

Mid-hour has arrived.

The two families first led the male members of the family to the tomb to burn incense to the ancestor.

Qu Qianshui said: "The ancestor is here, the sixth generation successor of the Baidi Sword. Qu Qianshui, an unworthy disciple of the Qu family, led his clan members to burn incense to the ancestor. Over the years, the disciples have failed to understand the true meaning of the Baidi Sword Art and inherited the ancestor's mantle. They are very ashamed. Tonight, the Qu and Lin families will follow the ancestor's teachings to combine the Baidi Sword Art into one. I hope the ancestor will protect us and bless our Qu family to carry forward the Baidi Sword Art!"

Lin Wanshan was celebrating three incense sticks in front of the furnace and said, "The ancestors are here, Lin and Qu families are of the same origin. The White Emperor Sword has been passed down for six generations. The disciple Lin Wanshan originally wanted to resolve the grudges between the two families and marry the young daughter of the Qu family. However, he did not follow the wife's decree and committed seven crimes, which insulted our family. Since he could not reason, he would use martial arts to make friends to decide the ownership of the White Emperor Sword Art tonight!"

The words are spoken to the dead, but they are heard by the living.

In addition to the two families, there were also martial arts fellows from all over the world. The Lin family said this to the Qu family, and the Qu family naturally disagreed.

Qu Qianshui said: "Don't let your mother's fart! It's obviously your Lin Shu who is flirting with flowers and willow diseases outside, and he framed our Qu family and Lin Wanshan. Your martial arts are not very good. This skill of distorting right and wrong and turning black and white is perfect!"

Lin Wanshan said, "Right and wrong are wrong, freedom and heaven are determined, justice is right and wrong, and free in people's hearts. It is useless to say more, and we will see the truth under our hands."

Qu Qianshui asked, "Can you bring it with you if you want to bring it?"

"Do you bring it to the second volume of the White Emperor Sword Technique?"

Qu Qianshuidao, "Please ask for a sword technique!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a male man came to the tomb with a painted black red sandalwood box and handed it to Qu Qianshui. Qu Qianshui opened the box and took out half a black rubbing with inch-sized words written on it. You can tell at a glance that it was bridged from a stone tablet.

Lin Wanshan also took out half a rubbing, two and a half rubbings, two feet wide and six feet long, with broken marks in the middle. It is obvious that it is the same rubbing, divided into two, and combined to be four feet wide and six feet long, about a thousand words.

When Fan Xiaodao saw the rubbings, he felt familiar.

He immediately thought of these sword techniques that night in the sword forest stone tablets in the old house of Li's family. However, those stone tablets had long been destroyed and were seriously damaged. Less than half of the text retained, and even the complete sentences were not complete.

The two placed the rubbings of the White Emperor's Sword Technique in front of the tomb.

Later there will be a life-and-death battle. The winning side will obtain the complete White Emperor Sword Art, while the other one will most likely decline from now on.

It is a competition, and it is also a battle of life and death.

A competition determines the fate of the two major families.

Qu Qianshui said: "Tonight, our Qu and Lin families will compete in front of the ancestor's grave to decide who is more qualified to inherit the White Emperor's Sword Art. Please give us a witness to all the fellows in the world!"

The people in the rivers and lakes on both sides held their breath and focused.

Whether it is the Lin family or the Qu family, they are all second- and third-rate sects in the world, but no one can deny that their ancestors beat all the masters of the world with a single sword, thus becoming known as the White Emperor's sword. As for the decline of the Lin and Qu families today, one is that they have not obtained the complete sword skills, and the other is that they lack the talent to practice martial arts.

In addition to performing, ordinary martial arts masters rarely use their moves in public. If they make the kung fu public, the next time they take action, the other party will be prepared. Now the successors of the two great White Emperor sword techniques are in an open duel, they can take the opportunity to confirm each other's sword moves, and perhaps they can understand one move and half of the moves from it, which is also beneficial to their own martial arts practice.

The two drew their swords several feet apart.

One is brave and mighty, the other is elegant and romantic.

Each has its own merits.

However, as soon as they attacked, everyone was stunned.

The two of them had sword moves and were all introverted sword techniques, and they were all in the beginning of sword techniques. However, they were slightly different in ordinary sword moves, and they were full of weirdness everywhere, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

The three-talent sword technique, the sky plate, the earth plate, and the human plate, pay attention to the light and agility of the sword, avoiding the solid and the empty, combining hardness and softness, and having both form and spirit, but the two of them used the sword moves in the opposite direction.

It seems ordinary swordsmanship, but it is also very simple, but it gives people a strange feeling: if you go up by yourself, you may not be able to take it.

After twenty moves, the winner is still undecided.

The two of them used their previous sword technique again!

The moves were still the previous three-tale sword technique, but they had different changes, making people feel that the original moves could be used in this way, which is amazing.

Twenty moves, no winner.

The two of them fought for half a stick of incense, and they repeated the more than twenty sword techniques. Each time they changed, either fast or slow, or weird, or elegant, or simple, or even from unexpected angles.

Zhao Xing slowly saw the trick, "Good swordsmanship."

Fan Xiaodao practiced swords recently and saw that the opponent's moves were in chaos and his mind was not dispersed. He said, "The way is simple. Remove the extra movements and simplify the complex. However, I always feel that there is something less."

Zhao Xingdao: "Although the two sword techniques were produced in the same way, each family had only half of the sword technique, which could lead to such many variables in simple sword techniques. It is conceivable how the White Emperor Sword dominated the swordsmanship back then."

After a hundred moves.

"Since the winner is not decided, let's take a break, have a cup of tea, and fight for another three hundred rounds later."

"That's the point!"

The two jumped out of the battle circle, Qu Qianshui and Lin Wanshan returned to their camp, and immediately someone handed them towels and hot tea. Someone came forward to help them massage their backs and shoulders to help them relax.

The two were nearly fifty years old, and no matter how good their martial arts were, they could not bear it in the battle. It would be better to take a step back and divide the first and second half. After a while, the two of them played again. After more than a hundred moves, they did not win or lose.

After three more battles, an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the heroes lost their patience. They repeated those twenty moves. Although they had their own changes, they all became tired after this. They were not as careful as they had seen before and began to discuss them.

"You have to fight like this. If you are tired, you will have to fight until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month?"

"I'm afraid that if you fight until dawn, you may not be able to decide the outcome."

"Since that's the case, it's better to play twelve rounds. If you can't decide the winner, just use points to determine the winner."

When it was ugly, the fourth round was about to take place, Lin Wanshan suddenly looked at the sky and said, "It's going to rain."

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was hanging in the middle, and the clouds were gone. They all felt strange. Lin Wanshan covered his shoulders and kept rubbing them, saying, "Rheumatism has occurred again."

Qu Qianshui said: "How come, if you can't beat me, you start to make excuses? If you don't want to fight, I won't kill you. As long as you keep the sword technique, the Lin family will move out of Chaozhou City, and the grudges between our two families will be given up!"

Lin Wanshan sneered, "Even if I use one hand, I will still hit you all over the ground for teeth. Come again!"

Want to fight! Just fight!

The two entered the battle circle again, and at this moment, they suddenly heard a voice deep in the bamboo forest, saying, "His grandma, don't sleep well at home in the middle of the night, fighting and killing, endlessly, are you still allowed to sleep?"

Everyone looked at the sound and saw an old man walking over from outside. The old man was wearing sheepskin fur and goatee, not tall, holding a whip for sheeping sheep in his hand, looking like a shepherd.

Some people in Lin Qu's family recognized the old man. The man's surname was Yang. He was a local widower with a temper like a stone, smelly and hard. He usually made a living by the rich man Liu in the city. He laid sheep outside the city for most of his life. He was a weak body, as if he could die at any time. Many people had seen this shepherd since he was a teenager. Now they are middle-aged, but the shepherd is still the same.

"Isn't this Lao Yang, who is herding sheep for the rich man Liu's family, why did he run out of the city in the middle of the night?"

The shepherd was a little angry and said, "I live in the bamboo forest. I am old this year and can't sleep if I move at all. I have fifty sheep to put tomorrow!"

Qu Qianshui ordered, and a servant took out ten taels of gold and threw it in front of the shepherd, "These gold is regarded as compensation for your losses. You have to sleep and go to sleep elsewhere."

But the shepherd did not pick it up and said, "Is this a matter of money? It's done at sunrise and rest at sunset. This is the truth passed down by our ancestors. I don't care if you fight, I have to fight in a different place!"

Lin Wanshan said: "Our Lin family and Qu family resolved a hundred-year grudge in front of the ancestor's grave today..."

Before he could finish his words, the shepherd interrupted, "Master? You still have a Master in your heart. Every year, except around Qingming Festival, you come to the grave, burn paper, and make a move. You don't see you come to the Master's grave to chat with Master on weekdays. Today is lively. Don't forget to put some stones on your Master's grave, otherwise your Master's coffin will be unable to suppress it!"

The two of them were furious when they heard the shepherd's sarcasm.

"Don't insult our ancestors."

"So what about insults?"

"Then don't blame us for being polite."

The shepherd said, "Just rely on you? After learning some three-legged cat kung fu with half a sword score, you will start to show off your martial arts? Originally, when people practice martial arts, in order to strengthen their bodies and temper their bodies, in order to punish evil and promote good and uphold justice, but you unfilial descendants regard martial arts as a tool for fighting for courage and bullying the weak. If you virtue is not worthy of your position, the higher your martial arts, the more you lose yourself. What kind of virtue can you covet the profound martial arts?"

"shut up!"

"What a big tone. Since you humiliate our ancestors so much, I, Mr. Qu, want to learn about the virtues you give up on sheep!"
Chapter completed!