The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 65 Ren Woxing's Entrance Poem and Lan Fenghuang

Chapter 65 Ren Woxing's Entrance Poem and Lan Fenghuang

It snowed for three days and three nights.
The entire Luoyang city was covered in silver, immersed in a vast expanse of white.

The heavy snow finally stopped in the evening of the third day.

Not to mention the thick snow on the roofs, when pedestrians went out, they saw that the snow did not even reach the knee joints of their calves, and it was so deep and thick.

Even so, it still can't stop some people from going to restaurants and teahouses to gather and drink.

In the room on the second floor of the inn, Xu Xingchen opened the window, took a breath of fresh air, and looked at the snow-white world outside the window, his mind calm and peaceful.

On the table behind him, a white cloak was spread out, and writing brushes, inkstones and inkstones were placed on the corners of the table.

The air was cold, and white air was coming out of his mouth and nose. Xu Xingchen admired the snowy scenery outside. As the sky got darker, the lights of several restaurants in the distance lit up, and the place gradually became bustling with people.
"Ha! Mr. Ren, you have been hiding for a long time. I guess you have not only recovered your health, but also gathered some of your former subordinates."

".I can't let you hide any longer!"

Xu Xingchen murmured softly, turned and walked to the corner of the room, picked up the tinder, and lit four lanterns.

The dim room suddenly became bright.

He returned to the table, reached out and picked up the brush with a handle as thick as a pigeon egg, dipped it in the inkstone and wrote with his arm. Four powerful and vigorous characters appeared on the white cloak.

Sun Moon God Religion
When writing these four words, Xu Xingchen learned the method of Tu Bi Weng, one of the Four Friends of Jiangnan.

Tu Bi Weng incorporated calligraphy into martial arts to use against his enemies; he incorporated sword techniques into calligraphy, making each character sharp, capable and smooth.

When ordinary martial artists see these four words, they just think that the calligraphy is good.

Those with more advanced martial arts skills can tell from these four words that the person who wrote them must be a good knife user.

Only a true master can see the flaws and flaws in the pen holder's knife skills from these four words.

Looking at the four big words he had written, Xu Xingchen felt dissatisfied, but in order to conceal his handwriting, he could only smile helplessly.

When it is completely dark, all the lights are on.
Xu Xingchen changed into a black suit, tied a white cloak, wore a bamboo hat, covered his face with a half-black and half-white mask, and a black short stick was inserted into his yellow belt.

Then he jumped out of the window, holding a wooden bucket in his left hand and a brush in his right hand.

The window closed gently under the influence of the strong wind.

Walking on the snow-covered roof, every step would shake away the surrounding snow, revealing the tiled roof underneath.

Xu Xingchen didn't have the ability to walk on the snow without leaving any footprints, and was afraid that the snow on the roof was too thick and slippery, so he could only use this clumsy method to make his way.

With every step, the snow splashed, and it looked like white snow lotus flowers were blooming.

If there were martial artists nearby, looking up, they would see a figure in black clothes and a white cloak, walking on the roof ridge on the "lotus". Each rise and fall was three or four feet away, swift and silent.

In order to avoid attracting other people's attention, Xu Xingchen ran along the roof ridge from the west to the east of the city. He saw a three-story building in front of him. It was brightly lit and full of people. His eyes lit up.

Swish!
The figure that fell from the sky attracted the attention of passers-by. When they saw the white cloak fluttering in the cold wind with four large black characters on it, their surprised looks quickly turned into panic.

Xu Xingchen didn't care, he swaggered up the stairs carrying the wooden bucket and grabbing the wooden brush, and stepped over the threshold.

In the restaurant, guests are feasting and drinking happily!
There were more than a dozen waiters, some bowing and nodding, welcoming and seeing off guests; some carried plates and served wine and food to the guests; others shouted loudly, announcing the names of dishes; even the shopkeeper behind the counter was almost making sparks from the beads on his abacus.

Everyone was so busy that their feet had no time to rest on the ground, and sweat was dripping from their foreheads due to exhaustion.

When Xu Xingchen, dressed strangely, walked into the lobby, the waiter was surprised to see him, but after all, he had seen many guests coming and going in the restaurant, and had also heard of many strange people dressed in strange costumes. So he immediately put on a familiar and flattering smile on his face and walked forward to greet him.

"Good evening, sir. Would you like to eat in the lobby? Or on the second floor?"

Wearing the mask, Xu Xingchen completely let himself go and demonstrated the arrogance and domineering nature of a Sun Moon Sect member to the fullest.

"Sun Moon Divine Cult is doing business, outsiders please stay away!"

Amid the deafening shout, the waiter who came close was pushed to the ground, his butt rubbing against the floor, and he slid a long distance until his back hit the counter, where he came to an abrupt stop.

His push seemed powerful, but in fact he just used some skillful force. Apart from being frightened, the guy was not hurt at all.

Such an exciting scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby, including merchants, passers-by, and wealthy men.

Especially the four words "Sun and Moon Divine Cult", which seemed to have great deterrent power, and all the noisy sounds were silenced!
Some people were terrified and immediately prepared to get up and leave this place of trouble.

There were also people who had just ordered a table of food and were about to start eating, but for a moment they were reluctant to leave and had a hesitant look on their faces.

Xu Xingchen's eyes were stern, sweeping across everyone in the hall, and he shouted again: "No one is allowed to leave, stay here, eat and drink. If anyone dares to leave now, it means they are not giving face to the Sun Moon Divine Sect. When the time comes, don't blame the Sun Moon Divine Sect for being ruthless and merciless!"

Upon hearing this, the guests who had just stood up from their seats sat back down with embarrassed looks on their faces.

The others who had not yet stood up from their seats were even more afraid to move.

Even those heroes with swords and weapons on their desks were silent for a moment, and became cowards. Seeing this scene, Xu Xingchen could only curse in his heart with envy: "The cards of the Sun and Moon Sect are really intimidating."

He looked around and then moved to a nearby wall. The people sitting at two tables nearby immediately stood up and walked to the side, making way for him.

Xu Xingchen put down the wooden barrel in his left hand, opened the lid, and revealed most of the barrel's slightly rippling ink.

He reached in with the wooden brush in his right hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the wall.

The people around didn't dare to make a sound and could only silently recite the words on the wall in their hearts.

".The world's ups and downs are created by our generation."

". Once you enter the world, time will pass by quickly"

".I am still myself when I return today."

". I can do whatever I want in the world of swordsmanship."

Xu Xingchen wrote the impromptu poem he had put together in his mind on the wall, and signed it at the end: "Leader of the Sun and Moon Sect: Ren Woxing, entrance poem."

After writing, he took two steps back, admiring the four lines of elegant words on the wall that looked like they were carved with a knife or an axe. He laughed out loud twice, closed the lid of the barrel, picked up the barrel, turned around and left.

When the figure outside the door disappeared at the end of the street, the restaurant lobby exploded.

Those business travelers may not know what is going on, but some martial artists who have been in the martial arts world for many years are terrified and shout in trembling voices: "Ren Woxing, it's Ren Woxing."

"Impossible! This is impossible! The former leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, Ren Woxing, has actually returned to the martial arts world?"

"Didn't they say he had died of illness a long time ago? How could he still be alive?"

"Quick! Go and inform the others. This world is going to be in chaos!"

The scene was extremely chaotic for a moment.

In the following time, Xu Xingchen transformed himself into a hardworking little bee, constantly appearing in every prosperous restaurant in Luoyang City.

After entering, he took the lead and shouted majestically: "The Sun and Moon Divine Sect is doing business, outsiders, please get out of the way!"

Afterwards, he chose the most spacious and conspicuous location in the lobby, picked up his brush and wrote the domineering "Ren Woxing's Entrance Poem".

When he turned around and left in a casual manner, he left the restaurant lobby in chaos and screams of fear.

Xu Xingchen was extremely efficient. Before the news spread from other places, he had already visited more than a dozen restaurants.

Half an hour later.
When Xu Xingchen entered the lobby of a restaurant in the south of the city, he met the first tough guy who dared to confront and question him.

She was a beautiful woman in her twenties, wearing a dress made of blue cloth printed with white flowers, which was sewn with various bright colors. The whole outfit was full of exotic charm and splendor.

She wore a silver headdress on her head and two huge gold earrings as big as the mouth of a wine glass on her ears.

Although her skin is slightly yellow, she is very charming and graceful.

When Xu Xingchen entered the lobby of the restaurant, the woman was walking down the stairs from the second floor. After hearing the loud shout of "Sun Moon Divine Sect is doing business, outsiders, please get out of the way", she immediately looked over and then asked in a soul-stirring and beautiful voice, "Who are you from the Sun Moon Divine Sect?"

Xu Xingchen heard a soft and beautiful voice coming from the stairs. He looked up and saw the woman's face. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he saw the other person's appearance clearly and asked in a daze, "Lan Fenghuang?"

Lan Fenghuang laughed and said, "You actually knew it was me. It seems like you are really a member of the Sun Moon Sect!"

"Tell me, who are you working for? What are you doing here in the restaurant? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Xu Xingchen muttered in his heart: "Is this a coincidence? I can't say that. Ren Yingying lives in seclusion in Luoyang City. It is normal for her to meet Lan Fenghuang here."

The thought was fleeting, and a loud and strange voice came from behind Xu Xingchen's mask. The mouthparts of the mask he wore this time had been modified again, like a small trumpet, which made the sound he made loud and powerful.

"Lan Fenghuang, since you are here, you can be a witness. As long as you see clearly what I did, you will know who I work for!"

After saying that, Xu Xingchen carried the wooden barrel to a spacious and conspicuous wall. Amid the commotion of the people nearby who retreated, he put down the barrel, dipped a wooden brush in ink, and began to write on the wall.

Lan Fenghuang looked at the large brushes that appeared on the wall with great interest, and recited softly in a soft and pleasant voice: "The world's ups and downs are created by our generation, once we enter the world of martial arts."

No one around dared to make a sound. Lan Fenghuang's chanting sounded clearly in everyone's ears. Men, women, young and old, all were moved.

Some of the younger men even had a drunken blush on their faces.

".I am still myself when I return today, and I am free to do whatever I want in the world of martial arts?"

When reciting the last three words, Lan Fenghuang's soft and pleasant voice immediately rose sharply.
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