The Wandering Guest (Part 2)

  In the depths of the mountains, Lin Heng had been searching for a month without finding the Dugu Valley. Fortunately, there was still an eagle that would come out to hunt every day and make a few cries. At first, he didn't go deep enough and couldn't hear the sound, but later he heard the eagle's cry and followed the sound. Soon, he saw the big eagle.

  Following the Golden Eagle, Lin Heng found the valley. But how could he get the eagle to take him in? Like Yang Guo, no matter how he thought about it, he felt silly.

  "Never mind, wait for it to leave, I'll go in then!" Lin Heng muttered to himself, then crouched outside the valley, watching the golden eagle. The golden eagle would go hunting every time it was mealtime, and Lin Heng took advantage of this opportunity to enter the valley.

  His first goal was to write the preface of Du Guo's defeat on the mountain wall. In front of the mountain wall, he carefully measured the big characters above, but after looking at it for half a day, he still didn't see any sword intent in it. Sighing and shaking his head, he immediately opened up the stone tomb below. Although digging up someone else's grave is not right, for Du Guo's nine swords, he couldn't care about that much anymore. Unfortunately, there was no Du Guo's nine swords in this tomb, only a collapsed skeleton, he knew that this must be Du Guo's dry bones.

  Lin Heng once again piled up the stone tomb and quickly walked into the mountain cave. It was very empty here, Lin Heng searched around but didn't see any books. He knew that his search for Du Gu's Nine Swords had been in vain.

  Shaking his head, Lin Heng quickly walked out of the cave and headed towards the back. Soon, he arrived in front of a steep cliff. This cliff was like a giant screen, rising into the sky, and about twenty or more zhangs from the ground on the middle part of the cliff, there was a huge stone, about three to four zhangs in size, like a platform, with faintly engraved words on it. Lin Heng knew that this was Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb.

  He immediately searched around and found some holes on the mountain wall. He knew that this must be left by Dugu Qiubai, so he climbed up along the hole at once.

  "The Sword Master, having no equal in the world, has buried his sword here. Alas! The heroes are bound by their own hands, and the long sword is left to gather dust - is this not a sad fate?"

  Looking at the big words, Lin Heng sighed again. The realm of Du Gu Xiu's defeat is really enviable, but to reach this level, it's not easy. "Lin Heng, still needs to work hard!"

  He let out a sigh, then lifted the stone slab below and directly reached for the long sword with an occasional blackness. Feeling the weight of the long sword in his hand, he knew that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and he did not stay any longer. After closing the stone slab, he quickly returned along the original road with the long sword on his back.

  He walked very smoothly, after all his movements were quick, and that divine eagle did not return before he left.

  Walking in the midst of the great mountains, Lin Heng felt very excited. This time he didn't return empty-handed, and obtained his long-coveted Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, which was truly wonderful. With this sword, he believed that his cultivation would definitely advance further.

  "No, how could I have forgotten the big snake here?" As he spoke, Lin Heng's foot was about to step down, but as soon as he thought of the divine eagle, he immediately put aside the matter of the big snake. The snake was precious, but it wasn't indispensable, especially for Lin Heng. He was a doctor who could refine elixirs, and in this regard, he didn't believe he was inferior to the effect of the snake's gallbladder. In that case, what did he need the snake's gallbladder for?

  So he quickened his pace and soon left the place. Lin Heng, who had just left the mountain range, did not leave but settled down in a village near the Han River.

  He wants to learn from Yang Guo and practice martial arts in the water.

  Living here, Lin Heng's main purpose is to practice martial arts and also to master the heavy sword in his hand. This Xuan Tie heavy sword looks no different from an ordinary long sword at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you will find that this sword is thicker than an ordinary sword, and there is no blade edge, the tip of the sword is completely round, it's fundamentally impossible to use it to kill people. However, you can't deny that this sword is a sharp weapon, whether in Dugu Seeking Defeat's hand or Yang Guo's hand, this sword has always been a sharp weapon. Now that it has come into Lin Heng's hands, Lin Heng naturally cannot waste it.

  Standing in the middle of the Han River, Lin Heng let the water rise to his chest. He held the Xuan Tie sword horizontally and slowly unfolded it. Lin Heng was practicing the Quanzhen Sword Technique, but it was really difficult to practice sword techniques in the water, especially for the first time. After practicing once, Lin Heng gave up continuing to practice the Quanzhen Sword Technique and instead started from the basics of sword techniques: horizontal cuts, vertical cuts, slashes, chops... everything seemed to be starting from scratch here.

  Lin Heng adapted quickly, having spent a year learning the basics of swordsmanship before starting to learn sword techniques. This time, he only spent a month's time and was able to wield the heavy sword. Two months later, he practiced the Quanzhen, Songshan, and Taishan sword techniques with the heavy sword. Three months later, he practiced the Hengshan and Huashan sword techniques. Four months later, he practiced the Hengshan and Wuliang sword techniques.

  Using the heavy sword to wield the unpredictable Hengshan, Wu Liang Jian Fa is absolutely unimaginable. When using a heavy sword to perform this sword technique, it will greatly discount its power. Lin Heng knew this, and he practiced these sword techniques with a heavy sword just to get himself familiar with the heavy sword. When he felt ready, he again practiced the basics and selected simple sword moves from what he had learned to practice in combination, forming a set of heavy sword sword techniques. Although his sword technique was full of openings, as long as you thought about the weight of the heavy sword, you wouldn't underestimate his sword technique, because with one sweep of his sword, you would be completely unable to resist.

  After half a year of practicing with the heavy sword, Lin Heng's progress was not only in his swordsmanship but also in his internal energy. Whether it was practicing with the heavy sword or in the water, the consumption of true energy was very large. Every time he consumed true energy and then recovered, his true energy would increase a little, becoming more refined and pure. After half a year, his true energy had become extremely dense.

  If it's a clear contrast, he is now no worse than Dugu Yang.

  "Ah......" On the riverbank, Lin Heng looked up at the sky and let out a long whistle. He swung his long sword back and forth, making a powerful sound that struck the water, creating waves. "Haha...... At this moment in the world of martial arts, I will have my own place!"

  With a loud whoop, Lin Heng sprang up and soared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

  This time, Lin Heng stirred up the wind and clouds. He left Xiangyang, went deep into the desert, and killed countless people along the way, letting everyone in the world know about this heroic warrior who killed Tartars. His actions, to some extent, restrained the Mongols, delaying their strategy of invading the south. At the same time, he was pursued and killed by the Mongols on his journey, but he relied on his extraordinary martial arts skills, killing his way out of encirclement again and again, causing the enemy to flee in disarray.

  On this day, Lin Heng killed the Mongolian official as usual, but just as he was about to run out, he encountered three people blocking his way. Seeing these three people, Lin Heng's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed. Although there were also martial artists who had blocked him before, they couldn't be considered top-notch, and most of them were soldiers. Facing those people, Lin Heng walked very calmly, and could even counter-kill them. But today, the three people he encountered were clearly not low-ranking.

  "Looking at the attire of these three, they are neither from Central Plains nor Mongolia. I wonder where they come from?" Lin Heng's face was stern. His eyes were fixed tightly on the three people in front, and the Xuan Tie heavy sword in his hand also unintentionally rested horizontally across his chest.

  "Gurulu, gurulu......" One of the three people spoke up and said a sentence in Mongolian. Lin Heng understood it, so he furrowed his brow.

  "Are you followers of the Golden Wheel, or perhaps the Vajra Sect?" Lin Heng furrowed his brow as he sized up the three men. They were not wearing monk's robes, but rather ordinary Mongolian attire. Still, since they claimed to be disciples of the Vajra Sect, Lin Heng didn't dare to be careless.

  "Kill!"

  With a light cry, Lin Heng's long sword swept horizontally, and the three of them dodged simultaneously. One person somersaulted in mid-air and pounced on Lin Heng, while the other two people, one got behind him and the other blocked his way in front, apparently to prevent him from escaping.

  He sneered, Lin Heng looked at the attacker, his long sword raised and at the same time kicked forward. The two of them countered each other's moves, from the force transmitted from their hands, Lin Heng knew that these three people's cultivation was not low. This made him even more cautious.

  Wielding the heavy Xuan Tie sword, Lin Heng's every strike was filled with power, forcing the three of them to dare not meet him head-on. Their attacks were also powerful and overwhelming, making it difficult for Lin Heng to dodge.

  Before long, the four of them had exchanged over a hundred moves, fighting to a stalemate. However, by this time Lin Heng had already figured out their attacks. Although these three people's abilities were not low, they absolutely could not compare with his own, and their moves were large and unrestrained, with many similarities between them, clearly they were practicing the same type of martial art.

  With a wave of his long sword, Lin Heng's eyes narrowed and he suddenly slapped out with his left palm. The man in front of him didn't expect Lin Heng to make a move and immediately countered with a slap of his own. Both men had considerable strength, but Lin Heng only stumbled slightly before steadying himself, while the other man took several steps back. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Heng swung his long sword at the two men, forcing them to retreat as he stepped forward two paces and slapped out with his left palm again. The man countered once more with a slap, and the two clashed again.

  With a loud crash, he was thrown back even further this time, and his mouth corner was bleeding. Lin Heng knew that he had injured himself.

  Take advantage of your illness to take your life! Lin Heng would not give up such an opportunity, and immediately struck down with one sword. The other two saw their fellow disciple in danger, and immediately launched a fierce attack. Lin Heng flew up, his left palm striking back one person, while his right leg kicked another, his right hand wielding the heavy sword also swung down at the same time, and with one sword, he smashed the chest of the man in front of him.

  "Ah……" A miserable cry, the man flew out and fell to the ground, vomiting blood in large mouthfuls. Before long, he turned his head and lost his breath. The other two men saw this, their eyes reddened, and they immediately rushed towards Lin Heng with abandon. Lin Heng laughed loudly, inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground, and struck out at the two men with his palm.

  Three people clapped and countered in mid-air, producing a series of loud collisions. As they moved back and forth, the fight became increasingly intense. Before long, Lin Heng seized an opportunity to strike, using his profound inner strength to take down one person with a single palm. The last person, enraged by this, launched a fierce attack on Lin Heng. Unfortunately, in his anger, he revealed an opening, which Lin Heng exploited by swiftly striking the vital point under his armpit. Then, moving behind him, Lin Heng delivered a fatal blow to the back of his head.

  "Ah!"

  He let out a breath, Lin Heng walked over to pick up the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword on the ground and quickly left the area. He knew that those soldiers would definitely arrive soon, and although he had killed three people this time, the consumption was not small either, so he couldn't stay any longer.