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At the break of dawn, within the four walls, the emerald bamboo forest sways gently in the wind, and the falling leaves resemble butterflies gracefully dancing in the air, weaving vivid pictures. The four heroes - Lin'er, Wind Qingyang, Red Dust, and Shi Potian - are in this scene, planning a new journey of adventure.
Wind Qingyang gazes into the distance with profound eyes and says, "The martial world is full of dangers, so we must be cautious on this journey. I've heard that outside the city of Nanyang, there is a 'Phantom Manor' with many skilled martial artists. We might as well go and explore."
Lin'er Gently playing with the frost in hand, she smiled and said, "Phantom Manor? It's been famous for a long time, and I'd like to see it for myself. Qingyang brother, this journey may be dangerous, but with you by my side, there's no need to fear."
There was a hint of indifference in her eyes and eyebrows as she said, "This place is a rare land of extraordinary skills in the martial world. If we can visit it, it will surely benefit our cultivation."
Shi Potian waved the broken wind in his hand and said boldly, "Good! This trip to the Phantom Manor will surely add another legend to the rivers and lakes!"
So, the four of them set off together on the journey to the Phantom Manor. They traveled through rugged mountain roads, crossed deep forests and valleys. Wherever they went, the mountain birds flew in alarm, the waterfalls roared, but they could not shake the determination of the four to move forward.
One day, the four heroes arrived at a quiet valley, where they saw an ancient bridge. Below the bridge, a clear stream flowed gently, creating a picturesque scene. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a zither coming from the bridge, serene and melodious, captivating their attention.
Feng concentrated on listening and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes: "This zither music is pure and flawless, surely played by a master."
Lin'er With great enthusiasm, he suggested, "Why don't we go forward and see if we can make some new acquaintances."
The four of them walked lightly to the bridge, where they saw a man in white robes sitting with his back to them, playing an ancient zither. Sensing someone approaching, the man in white gradually stopped playing, turned around, and smiled, "Gentlemen, you have come from afar. Why not enjoy a piece of music together?"
Qingyang nodded and said, "I am Qingyang, and this is Lin'er, Red Dust, and Shi Potian. May I ask for the esteemed names of the masters?"
The man in white stood up and said lightly, "I have no name, just a hermit in the mountains. Since you are all people of the martial world, why not come inside for a chat."
In a elegant room nestled among ancient trees, a person in white welcomed four guests. The room was elegantly decorated, with a guqin placed quietly on a mahogany table. Outside the window, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the sound of the flowing stream intertwined with the gentle breeze, creating a natural harmony. The person in white moved gracefully, and by the fireplace, brewed a pot of fragrant tea for the guests, with the steam dancing lightly in the room.
Lin'er's gaze fell on the guqin, her eyes showing interest. She walked up lightly and delicately touched the body of the guqin, smiling as she said to the person in white, "Although I dare not boast of extraordinary qin skills, I have some knowledge. May I have the honor of a lesson?"
The man in white smiled gently and humbly, "My skill in playing the qin is average. It would be a great fortune for me to receive guidance from the young lady." With that, he lightly plucked the qin strings, and the melodious sound of the qin immediately filled the room, as if it had the magical power to transport people into a dreamland.
Feng Qingyang leaned against the door frame, lightly holding a long sword in one hand. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, but a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, as if he saw through everything in front of him. He said lightly, "The music of the qin and the intent of the sword were originally two separate paths. Today, I realize that they are actually connected."
Red Dust and Shi Potian sat opposite each other, discussing various past events in the martial arts world. Shi Potian scratched his head and curiously asked, "I've heard that Brother Baiyi has a deep understanding of the martial arts world. Could you share some insights with us?"
Baiyi waved his hand modestly and replied, "I only pay a little attention to it. The affairs of the martial arts world are complex, and it's impossible to cover everything. However, if we talk about the recent changes and upheavals, I do have some insights."
As the voice of the person in white fell, he began to recount various strange events in the martial arts world, each one sounding authentic as if he had experienced them firsthand. Occasionally, Hongchen would interject, mentioning some secrets she knew, and the person in white would always provide unexpected backstories, earning the admiration of Hongchen.
In this conversation, the four people would laugh or be surprised, sometimes chatting casually and sometimes discussing seriously, as if they were casting aside the disturbances of the outside world. Every action and word of the person in white revealed a kind of transcendent composure, making people can't help but feel a sense of respect for her.
The night deepens, and the water vapor in the teacup has long dissipated, but the atmosphere indoors remains as warm as ever. At this moment, the conversation is no longer just about music and the martial arts world, but also about a desire for and appreciation of pure communication between people in this chaotic world.
After the conversation, the person in white suddenly became serious and said, "Phantom Villa is no small matter. Its internal forces are complex, and the four of you need to be extra careful on this trip. Here is a map that may be helpful to you." With that, he took out a scroll depicting the surrounding terrain of the villa and handed it to Wind Qingyang.
Wind Qingyang took the map and a solemn look flashed in his eyes. He bowed to the person in white and said, "Thank you for your guidance, we will proceed with caution."
The person in white waved his hand and said, "The journey of the martial world is full of challenges. Only with sincere mutual support can we overcome difficulties together. I wish you a smooth journey."
Four people bid farewell to the person in white and continued on their way. Following the map's directions, they finally discovered the legendary Phantom Manor hidden among the towering mountains. The manor was concealed within the emerald bamboo, barely visible without careful searching.
Just as the four were discussing how to enter the manor, several figures suddenly leaped out from the depths of the bamboo forest, blocking their path. The leader was agile and had sharp eyes, and he coldly asked, "Who dares to trespass into the Phantom Manor?"
Wind Qingyang took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "We have no ill intentions. We have come to visit and wish to exchange martial arts skills with the people in the villa and discuss the martial world."
The man's eyes flashed with a assessing look, and finally nodded. "Since your intentions are sincere, follow me," he said, then turned and led the four people through the bamboo forest to the front gate of the villa.
In the square of the Phantom Manor, the stone slabs are laid out, surrounded by swaying green bamboo. The gentle breeze brings a hint of coolness. A group of disciples from the manor are practicing their martial arts, their swords flashing and their movements crisp, as if playing a martial arts melody.
In the center of the square, a middle-aged man with a straight posture is instructing his disciples in swordsmanship. Upon noticing the arrival of guests, the middle-aged man sheathes his sword and stands tall, his gaze sharp as he surveys the four individuals.
Wind Qingyang took a step forward and bowed, saying, "I am Wind Qingyang, and these are Lin'er, Red Dust, and Shi Potian. I have long heard of the exceptional martial arts of the Phantom Mountain Villa, so I have come to seek guidance."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and gracefully replied, "I am the owner of the villa, known as Huiyan. Since your intentions are such, our villa will certainly not hesitate to offer instruction. I wonder where each of you would like to start learning first?"
Lin'er Gently rolling up her sleeves, she smiled and said, "I am skilled in Lightness skill and close combat. I wonder if the master would be willing to offer guidance?"
The master smiled and pointed to a woman nearby, saying, "This is the top Lightness skill expert in our manor, Lanxin. Lanxin, please spar with this young lady."
Lanxin's figure is light and graceful, her steps like a gentle breeze as she competes with Lin'er in the square. The two move with such speed and agility that for a moment it's hard to tell who has the upper hand.
Her sparring with Lin'er is like two clear winds swirling in the square, the precision of their Lightness skill leaving the onlookers spellbound.
Lin'er The figure is graceful, at times skimming the high mountains, at times skimming the long river. Her laughter is clear, like the spring water in the spring day, every leap brings a gust of fresh wind. Lanxin, on the other hand, moves like a falling leaf, gentle yet with astonishing speed. Her steps leave behind a trail of phantom images on the stone slabs, making it difficult to grasp her true position.
In a battle between the mortal world and a master of hidden weapons, the hidden weapons are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dense and fierce. The mortal world's whip technique, however, flows like water, agile and gentle, knocking down each hidden weapon one by one. Her eyes are calm, and every whip strike is precise, demonstrating her profound inner strength and superb martial arts skills.
Shi Potian's competition with the strong man was truly breathtaking, with every punch and palm strike seeming capable of moving mountains and shaking the earth. The hearty laughter of Shi Potian intertwined with the roars of his opponent, as if they had found a long-lost rival in their contest. Their fist and palm techniques made bystanders feel a tremendous power.
Most eye-catching of all was the swordplay exchange between Wind Qingyang and the manor lord Yan. As their sword tips faced each other, the atmosphere instantly became tense. Wind Qingyang's sword was like autumn water, clear and profound, with each strike carrying the weight of countless mountains and rivers. Manor lord Yan's swordsmanship, on the other hand, was like Liu Yun, unpredictable and filled with wisdom and subtlety.
When the tips of their swords met, they produced a crisp sound, as if paying homage to the martial arts. Their movements were smooth and natural, with each step and each form seemingly containing the principles of the great way, drawing onlookers involuntarily into the essence of swordsmanship.
In the end, the sparring between the four and the disciples of the Phantom Mountain Villa concluded amidst laughter and applause. Lord Yan's praise not only recognized the martial arts of the four, but also affirmed their spirits. This sparring undoubtedly established a deep friendship between the Phantom Mountain Villa and the Qingyang faction, adding a wonderful story to the martial arts world.
During their time at Phantom Manor, the four not only sparred with the residents of the manor, but also deepened their friendship and trust with each other. Every bout and discussion contributed greatly to their martial arts skills.
However, good times don't last, and the situation in the martial arts world is ever-changing. Just as the four were preparing to bid farewell to Phantom Manor and continue their martial arts journey, news suddenly arrived that an evil force in the north was stirring, intending to disrupt the balance of the martial arts world.
So, the four heroes bid farewell to the Phantom Manor and embarked on a new journey.
The road of the martial world is like a dream, but they believe that as long as they are together, every storm on this path will become the most precious memory in their hearts.
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