Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 204: Sword Suppression
"Oh! Senior, you are so arrogant!" Huang Yaoshi was angered by the truth, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he walked to the bamboo pavilion at the side, took the long flute that had turned into a topaz color in his hand, and then slowly walked to the opposite side of Dugu Qiubai.

At this moment, the sky has completely darkened, and the bright moonlight shines between the mottled shadows of the bamboo. The originally fierce sea breeze has lost its harshness after being filtered by the woods and has become slightly gentler. The shadows of the swaying branches sometimes lengthen and sometimes shorten under the moonlight.

The falling leaves scatter gracefully in the wind.

As soon as Huang Yaoshi raised his hand, the mute slaves standing not far away started playing the instruments in their hands, and the sound of zither rang out under the moonlight.

This was not a meaningless ritual, but Huang Yaoshi attached great importance to the opponent in front of him named "Dugu Qiubai", so he used the home advantage to push his momentum to the top before taking action to fight.

The sounds of the zither, drums, and flutes appeared one by one, and then merged together, making the moonlight, bamboo shadows, wind sounds, flower fragrance... all seem to be gradually kneaded together, but there was still a touch of the most unrestrained, most surging, and most lonely rhythm missing.

Huang Yaoshi slowly raised the flute in his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai looked at the way Huang Yaoshi held the long flute, nodded slightly, and then said with some joy: "You are learning sword?"

"Not stuck in form, not bound by things, good! Good!"

His joy was genuine. It was a broad-minded and touching expression of a senior in the martial arts world who was happy to have successors.

The two sentences stirred up the momentum that was like a painting, and it became a little dull.

"Things of the past and present, the tears of heroes, the urge of old age. I long for the setting sun and the return of the evening tide."

Huang Yaoshi's voice blended into the music, and with a wave of his hand, the long flute in his palm drew a graceful arc. The air flowed through the flute, driving the whistling sound. As Huang Yaoshi's fingertips lightly brushed across the flute, the whistling sound began to have rhythm.

The music, which was originally a bit plain, suddenly reached a small climax, and the sound of the flute became the backbone.

The invisible sword energy mixed with intoxicating sound waves tentatively floated towards Dugu Qiubai.

The Jade Flute Sword Technique, the Orchid Finger Technique, and the Song of the Rising Tide of the Blue Sea cannot be considered as the truly top-notch martial arts in the martial arts world, but when they are skillfully combined in the hands of Huang Yaoshi, their power is in no way inferior to any other martial arts.

The bamboo shadows move under the moon, people are swimming in the painting, a sword comes early from the east, can you fight?

This is the question that Huang Yaoshi asked Dugu Qiubai, and also the challenge he issued.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi had already thrown away the pressure and burden given to him by Dugu Qiubai, and had completely regained his confidence. With the blessing of the home court, he even had a slight improvement.

Pressure is power, and this saying is applicable at all times.

For someone like Huang Yaoshi, the greater the pressure put on him, the greater progress he is likely to make in a short period of time.

Ouyang Feng stood aside with a somewhat solemn expression. It was many years ago that he had fought with Huang Yaoshi.

Seeing him again now, I can't help but be surprised at Huang Yaoshi's improvement.

The beauty of martial arts displayed by Huang Yaoshi at this moment made Ouyang Feng feel like he should avoid his edge.

He couldn't help but put himself in Huang Yaoshi's shoes and wonder how he would resist if he were facing such an attack from Huang Yaoshi.

In the blink of an eye, Dugu Qiubai gave feedback as his thoughts changed.

Dugu Qiubai easily crushed the invisible sword energy with a flick of his sleeve, then casually broke off a bamboo stick from the side and pulled it out naturally and lightly with his hand.

There is no rules, no sword stance, and no deliberate signs.

Like the naughty boy in the mountains, his movements of breaking branches and cutting off flower heads seem to be overlapping.

However, as the bamboo sticks swayed in a seemingly playful manner, multiple sword energies were flexibly superimposed on each other, turning into a surging tide under the moonlight and rushing towards Huang Yaoshi.

The moonlight, bamboo shadows, and sounds, formed into a picture scroll, all became blurred and empty under the impact of the tide, and reality began to seem unreal.

Everything that is so close at hand is drifting away in my perception.

Huang Rong's eyes widened. It was the first time she knew that those martial arts that seemed reckless and strenuous could actually be so beautiful.

It seems like a theorem in nature: the more beautiful and pretty something is, the more terrifying lethality and threat it may pose.

Ouyang Ke rarely turned his gaze away from Huang Rong's face, but he couldn't help but look at his uncle.

There seemed to be a message hidden in his eyes: "Look at them!"

After all, the posture of Toad Kung Fu is not good-looking, so Ouyang Ke has only been willing to learn some exercises of Toad Kung Fu until now, but is very resistant to making attacks.

The two swords overlapped, and the bamboo shadows under the moon and the invisible waves collided for a moment.

Then one of the sides began to collapse.

Dugu Qiubai's so-called "everything can be a sword" does not only mean using readily available objects as weapons to exert their due strength, but also brings out the characteristics of readily available objects to transform one's own swordsmanship characteristics accordingly.

Like now, if Dugu Qiubai holds a bamboo stick, his sword will be agile, flexible, changeable and light, but if he holds a stone, the sword will become heavy, steady but powerful.

The sword energy was like invisible water waves, swaying and echoing back and forth during the attack. It looked like one sword, but it was actually like hundreds of swords, and each sword was stronger than the last.

Huang Yaoshi was ready to attack, but he was bumped into the oncoming wave and had to choose to avoid it.

With a light turn, the connection between the sword energy and the sword energy was slightly changed in the process of turning around. The ripple sword energy of Dugu Qiubai flew into the snake formation not far away and directly tore many poisonous snakes into pieces.

Many snake slaves fell to the ground before they could even scream.

Without the help and control of the snake slaves, some poisonous snakes began to lose control and scatter in all directions.

The completed Ten Thousand Snakes Formation now had a rather obvious gap.

And with the accumulation of various reasons, this gap is still widening.

Ouyang Feng's face froze. He looked at Dugu Qiubai, then at Huang Yaoshi, and said, "Senior Dugu's strength is unfathomable, and Brother Huang is also very capable. I feel a little itchy after seeing this. Why not add me in?"

He didn't mean to join forces with Huang Yaoshi to deal with Dugu Qiubai. What he meant was a three-way fight where each party would use their own abilities.

This will make the battle scene more chaotic and test the level of the combatants.

Of course, his desire to join the battle at this time was not entirely subjective, but was somewhat forced.

When two parties are fighting, how can you, a great master who is unclear about the enemy or the enemy, be allowed to watch from the sidelines?
Anyone who has a bit of street sense would not be so stupid.

Even Dugu Qiubai would not be so arrogant.

He would rather deal with these two people working together in a head-on confrontation than fight with one of them while the other one hides and watches secretly.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of capsizing in a ditch.

"Alright! Let's do it together, otherwise it won't be fun enough."

A hint of joy appeared on Dugu Qiubai's face.

Huang Yaoshi's methods made him feel novel, but they were clearly not threatening enough.

After living in seclusion for many years and coming out again, in addition to helping his adopted son Guo Jing solve major life issues, this old sword demon may also be tempted to take action. He wants to weigh the current martial arts world to see if there is anyone worthy of his real effort.

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng said almost at the same time: "Arrogant!"

Immediately, two figures, one in blue and one in white, tacitly came over to Dugu Qiubai from both sides.

But they did not fight Dugu Qiubai, but attacked each other first, seemingly leaving Dugu Qiubai aside. Huang Yaoshi's mute slave band was still cooperating with Huang Yaoshi at this time, using the sound of music to promote Huang Yaoshi's flute. The flute sound was mixed with sword energy, and the sword energy was mixed with music, making it hard to defend against. At the same time, it was like the frost condensed in the snow, the cliff was a hundred feet of ice, gradually rising, and suppressing everything.

As soon as Ouyang Feng met them, he felt the pressure coming towards him, so he said in a long voice: "How can there be music without dance?"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of tall, fair-skinned women from the Western Regions, some with blonde hair and blue eyes, some with high noses and deep eyes, took off their armor and walked out. They only wore simple soft gauze decorations that covered their snow-white slender waists, fully displaying their feminine charm.

Eight of the women took out their instruments and began to play, while the remaining twenty-four began to dance.

The eight instruments were neither qin nor qin, and the rhythm of the music was very strange.

The women were rising and falling, turning left and right, their bodies were extremely flexible, and each person was tightly connected with the person in front and behind, like a long snake. Looking for a while, I saw each person with his arms stretched out, from the fingertips of the left hand to the fingertips of the right hand, twisting and turning, like a winding snake.

What is even more bizarre is that the gap in the Ten Thousand Snakes Formation is closing again at this moment.

Each snake raised the front half of its body high and began to twist its slippery body to the music.

These poisonous snakes opened their mouths and exhaled a faint sweet poisonous gas.

As the poison gas spread, the Hu music and the women's dance took on a psychedelic tone.

Ouyang Feng, who was fighting with Huang Yaoshi with the Spirit Snake Fist, seemed to have transformed into the king of all snakes. Every punch and twist of his was like a huge poisonous python writhing.

Huang Yaoshi held his breath and circulated his internal energy, subconsciously looking up at Huang Rong's position.

In a split second of distraction, Ouyang Feng had already reached Huang Yaoshi and punched him in the heart like a snake spitting out its tongue.

If this punch hits, it won't be fatal, but the poison will take root in the bone marrow.

At that time, Huang Yaoshi, who was under the control of others, would no longer have the final say on whether to marry his daughter or not.

Dugu Qiubai could force his way into marriage, so Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison...is he a very polite and well-behaved person?

Swish!
He clearly heard the sound of the bamboo stick breaking through the air, but Ouyang Feng was unable to block the sword with an obvious trajectory.

The bamboo stick hit the back of his hand and his whole arm was numb.

The concentrated momentum between the West Poison and the East Evil rushed towards the location where Dugu Qiubai was like a flood.

But he easily blocked it by fiddling with a small bamboo stick.

No matter how your fists or swords come at you, he will only go one way.

The bamboo branch is made into a sword, and wherever it passes, everyone submits.

Dugu Qiubai's sword skills and sword momentum are a true return to nature, no longer requiring any external cooperation and support.

If heaven, earth and man are not in harmony, I will change heaven and earth.

Both Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng felt extremely strong pressure, so even though they were unwilling, they still passively joined forces and attacked Dugu Qiubai at the same time.

At this time, the women from the Western Regions danced more rapidly, with all kinds of charming postures and various changes in their movements. Then they stroked their bodies with their hands, making gestures to further remove their armor.

If I take it off any more, all that's left is shame, without any sense of covering up.

The snake slaves had already closed their eyes, for fear that they would lose control and become insane after seeing this.

The mute slaves on Peach Blossom Island were all very calm.

Some of them were originally bandits subdued by Huang Yaoshi. They had long been stripped of their tools and no longer had worldly desires.

Some are born deaf, dumb, or even blind, lacking the necessary conditions for stimulation.

Ouyang Ke was also watching intently at this moment. Although these women were servants of Baituo Mountain, he had personally experienced many shameless scenes. But in the past, how could a master like Ouyang Feng cooperate with him to perform such a method of bewitching the mind and causing disaster?

The feeling was very different, forcing Ouyang Ke to reveal his true nature.

Huang Rong saw this and felt even more contemptuous, but she secretly thought, "Fortunately, Brother Jing is not here."

But then he thought that even if Brother Jing was here, he would definitely not even glance at these shameless Western women.

Dugu Qiubai whipped the bamboo stick in his hand up and down, and the sound of "puff, puff, puff" was heard in the air.

Suddenly, the bodies of those Western women shook at the same time, and their dance steps became disordered.

Afterwards, these women all had solemn expressions on their faces. They pulled out the hairpins on their heads and used them as swords to stab the snake slaves around them.

Controlling people with sound, then using people to create momentum and taking advantage of the momentum is not just the method of Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng. Dugu Qiubai is also not lacking in this aspect.

The whistling sound of the small bamboo sticks pumping the air actually drowned out the complex and complicated music filling the entire venue.

A small bamboo stick whipped Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng, two of the Five Great Masters, so hard that they had little power to fight back. Among the three fighting figures, one blue and one white were retreating step by step. Only the gray figure, although pressing forward step by step, still fought steadily and showed no recklessness at all.

Even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit.

Besides, Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng are not rabbits.

Roar!
A long howl came from the peach forest.

The voice is loud and clear, like the rising sun. Although it is still immature, it is full of vitality and has infinite possibilities.

Dugu Qiubai temporarily put away the bamboo stick and said with a satisfied smile: "My Jing'er is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone was seen using stones as swords, smashing left and right, and breaking through the peach forest. The surging force was like a huge wave invading the wilderness.

That kind of manic, fierce and powerful breath was like pressing the wind and snow of the desert onto this small island in the East China Sea.

It makes people stunned, yet at the same time, there is an inexplicable sense of amazement as if they were captivated at first sight.

"Godfather! I'm here to help you!" Guo Jing shouted loudly.

Although he asked to marry Huang Rong, if his adoptive father was besieged and he still tried to maintain harmony, or covered his ears and pretended not to know, then he would not be Guo Jing!

Dugu Qiubai smiled and said, "Good boy! I don't need your help!"

Then he looked at Huang Yaoshi again: "Father-in-law! How is my child? Is he a hundred times better than this foolish creature who loves flowers and women?"

As they spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Ouyang Ke, who had a dazed look on his face and was obviously wet in some places.

Ouyang Ke just felt a chill all over his body.

There seemed to be a big word "danger" written on the top of his head.

I am afraid of comparison in everything.

Huang Yaoshi was originally very dissatisfied with Guo Jing. After all, this silly boy's martial arts skills were just okay, but everything else did not meet his expectations of a future son-in-law. Or... every daughter slave would instinctively find fault with her son-in-law.

But at this moment, Huang Yaoshi suddenly began to like Guo Jing a lot more.

(End of this chapter)