Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 232: Red Sleeves, Zhang Lihua's Temptation (, monthly ticket requested)
The wind was strong and the rain was heavy. The continuous drizzle hit Jin Huanzhen's body. The coolness swirled on her skin, and her slender body was tensed into an attractive curve.

Hearing Zhang Kuang's words, Jin Huanzhen's face, as beautiful as a lotus, suddenly showed a look of joy at having survived a disaster. She immediately knelt down and patted her chest to promise: "Huanzhen will definitely find Shi Zhixuan's descendants for the Heavenly Master and solve the problem for the Heavenly Master!"

"future trouble?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Zhang Kuang's eyes. He whipped Jin Huanzhen to the ground with a flick of his whip. Seeing the red mark on her pretty face, he was furious. "Would I be afraid of these things?"

"On the contrary, I want you to teach them martial arts, especially Shi Zhixuan's daughter..."

His eyes were filled with amusement: "Hatred is the most nutritious fertilizer that helps a person grow quickly."

Although it was unclear where his daughter came from since Shi Zhixuan had not yet earned the reputation of the "Evil King" and Bi Xiuxin had never sacrificed herself to feed the demon, this did not stop Zhang Kuang from playing around a bit. He could just treat it as the occasional mischief of a hard-working gardener.

Jin Huanzhen felt a chill running down his spine, and quickly knelt up again, nodding repeatedly, "Huanzhen understands. Find them and accept them as disciples." Then he heard Zhang Kuang say:
"I'm very angry now!"

"Well!"

Jin Huanzhen felt as if he was about to be blocked for a moment, and even with the air-blocking valve, he almost couldn't recover.

The probability of a person choking to death can never be zero...

The same goes for suffocating to death.

……

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The sky was covered with dark clouds. White thunder surged under the thick clouds, making the clouds shine brightly. The rain was getting heavier and darker, and it was as dark as the end of the world.

Jin Huanzhen prostrated herself on the ground, and only after the Seven Fragrance Chariot had gone far away did she dare to look up again. The rain fell on her cheeks, and dripped down her delicate chin onto her red face.

After the Seven Fragrance Carriage disappeared from sight, Jin Huanzhen finally let out a breath of foul air from her previously swollen red lips. Her throat seemed to be retching as if she was regurgitating something, and an inexplicable taste surged in her mouth, making her frown.

But at the last moment, she chose to transform into a ruthless ghost and solved a huge business worth hundreds of millions at one time.

Looking far away in the direction of Gusu, Jin Huanzhen wiped her red lips with her hand, put on her clothes, and ran wildly in the rain without looking back, heading north.

She lied.

She knew everything about Shi Zhixuan's disciples and children—

The Butian Pavilion mainly relies on assassination because they don't know when they will die, so the most important thing in the sect is inheritance. No matter whether it is the head or the elder, once they inherit the position, the first thing they do is to find disciples.

There are two ways.

One is to find a certain number of orphans with good talents, teach them the art of assassination, let them fight each other until the last one is decided, and then either take him as a disciple or make him a "shadow killer" - that is, a shadow who does the dirty work in secret.

The second is to look for talented disciples among the aristocratic families, so as to connect forces and gain their support. However, in order to protect their families, these disciples usually hide their identities and change their names after joining the Butian Pavilion.

However, Shi Zhixuan had been in power for too short a time and had not had time to train Shadow Killer. But Jin Huanzhen knew that Shi Zhixuan had contacted Northern Prince Yang Yong not long ago and accepted his offspring as his apprentice in exchange for the safety of his own family in the North. The contact person in the middle was Jin Huanzhen, which was why she chose Shi Zhixuan to help her kill her fellow apprentice in the beginning.

But she still overestimated the integrity of the people in the Demon Sect. Shi Zhixuan was not greedy for her promise, he just wanted to have it all.

Now that the situation has turned around, Jin Huanzhen suddenly realized that Shi Zhixuan never wanted her to live from the beginning, otherwise he would not have let her know so many things!
However, since Shi Zhixuan is dead, it is her turn to take revenge!
"I never thought that you, Shi Zhixuan, are actually a descendant of the Hedong Pei family, Pei Shiju! Haha - let them test the power of your 'Immortal Seal'!"

Zhang Kuang not only left her with a sense of anger, but also taught her the Immortal Seal through the demon spirit.

But the people of the Demon Sect are selfish, and Jin Huanzhen is a weirdo specially selected by Xiang Yutian, and she has just been "betrayed" by Shi Zhixuan. How could they trust Zhang Kuang wholeheartedly?

Naturally, I would let others practice first, and if there is no problem, I would practice it myself.

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The seven-fragrance carriage was extremely fast and soon arrived at Gusu City.

Suzhou in the midst of a storm is like a small boat on the turbulent sea. The gray sky is dim and the empty streets are filled with only the crackling sound of rain hitting the eaves, blue bricks, pillars and other surfaces.

The streets were deserted, and even on the main roads in the city, no shops were open at the moment.

The only bright red thing was the red-sleeved one.

"A brothel, I haven't been there yet."

Zhang Kuang got out of the carriage and laughed at the Hongxiuzhao carriage in front of him, which was clearly a trap. He asked the colorful maids to rest in the Qixiang carriage, and he entered Hongxiuzhao alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Kuang felt a wave of heat blowing towards him. The entire Hongxiuzhao seemed to be isolated from the world, unaffected by the wind and rain outside, and the lights inside the building were as bright as day.

The first floor was packed with guests. Graceful waitresses acted as waiters and walked around the hall like butterflies. Many clients embraced the prostitutes who urged them to drink and touched them all over. Their wallets were drained amidst laughter and joy.

The high platform in front of the stairs was covered with red cloth, and 4416 young women in dance costumes that saved a lot of fabric were dancing on the stage. It was a serious dance, but they were not very serious - each of them had a body as soft as a snake, and when they looked back inadvertently, their eyes were full of teasing. It was obviously a normal twist of the body, but the hips made a circle, and it was obviously a normal kick, but the red gauze skirt just wanted to slip down, and when it was almost revealing the roots of the thighs, it was interrupted by the next movement, covering the spring scenery again.

Many spectators always applaud, but they always feel unsatisfied. Only those who spend a fortune can get a glimpse of this stunning beauty.

But even with just one glance, these people were so happy as if they had taken medicine, and their heads were filled with blood.

The first floor is just for enjoyment. According to the rules, you can only watch and take action. If you want to practice with real guns and ammunition, you have to go upstairs to the private room.

But that would be expensive.

You must also have the "qualifications".

Zhang Kuang is undoubtedly qualified.

I saw a beautiful lady twisting her waist and hips as she "squeezed" through the crowd. She avoided people just right with every step, but every step she took seemed to be unstable, creating endless waves that shone brightly under the lights, dazzling the eyes.

"It is a great honor to have such a distinguished guest here. I am Chunniang, and I am from here..."

"The private room upstairs is the best."

Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand to interrupt Chunniang's words, hugged her, stretched out his hand to pinch Lei and said: "No matter if it's a woman in the private room, I want the best."

He already had a Dao heart that enhanced his charm with the devil, and could be called a walking human medicine. Now he had also mastered the "Wisdom Sutra of Controlling the Origin of All Things", and his every word and action went straight to the heart's heart. Therefore, he just rubbed Chun Niang twice, and her voice trembled, her legs were firmly planted on the ground, and her face was so red that it seemed like blood was dripping out.

Chunniang suppressed her voice and said, "Please ask the Taoist priest to go to the third floor. There is someone to take you to... um! The elegant room..."

"Spring lady is here in a hurry with rain in the evening. Since you are busy, I will go up on my own."

There was no trace of strangeness in Zhang Kuang's smile, as if he was not the one who had done the bad thing to Chun Niang. He walked around the platform leisurely, peeked at the secrets of many dancers on the platform, and then went upstairs under the guidance of another pretty girl.

As soon as he reached the third floor, a guest downstairs laughed and said:

"Damn it, being handsome is good. Look at our 'Man-eating Spider' Chun Niang, she can..."

Duh!
Before the man could finish his words, a chopstick flew over, passed through the table diagonally, and got stuck between his legs. If he hadn't been so small and underdeveloped, he would have been able to make a living in the palace.

Chunniang said angrily, "This person's cultivation method is wrong. Those two blows were like rubbing my heart."

"Isn't he right in your heart?" There are always some guests who are brave enough not to be afraid of Chunniang, and can even make jokes at this time.

But Chunniang said: "It's not human nature, it's the heart of a flower..."

What is wrong?

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment the first floor fell into silence.

No matter how you look at it, this martial art seems to be a technique passed down from the Mieqing Dao!

In the corner, Xi Ying, hugging two pretty boys, seemed to be lost in thought, his wolf-like eyes filled with solemnity.

Just by feeling Zhang's arrogant aura, he had a feeling that he was invincible. Whenever he thought of launching a sneak attack, the spiritual sense in his mind would frantically warn him. He wished his parents would give him an extra brain or two legs so that he could escape from here quickly.

The person who came here is not kind!

Xi Ying let out a breath, and with the power in his palms, he knocked the two husbands unconscious. He quietly got up and escaped from Hongxiuzhao without alerting anyone.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, he saw several people escaping like him. They were basically the younger generation of various sects. Except for Shi Zhixuan who was missing and Zhu Yuyan who was still in Hongxiuzhao, even the people from the Moxiang Sect came together, which was rare.

"Zhao Deyan, why did you come to Jiangnan instead of staying in your grassland?" Xi Ying spoke first, shifting the conflict to Zhao Deyan.

Zhao Deyan has slightly yellow hair and a handsome face, but his eyes are a little dull and he looks a bit silly. But in fact, people who are familiar with him know that he is a capable and scheming man.

Hearing Xi Ying's words, Zhao Deyan's slightly lukewarm expression remained unchanged, and he walked out as fast as the wind, whispering, "Is this the place to talk?
Go first! "

Everyone seemed to wake up and followed Zhao Deyan out of Hongxiuzhao, completely unaware that Zhao Deyan had already seized the right to speak.

When they followed him to a small courtyard, before they had even set foot on the ground, they heard Zhao De say very quickly:

"horrible!"

"That Heavenly Master is simply terrifying!"

"The title 'Grand Master' is well deserved!"

Everyone nodded. Xi Ying said with a look of pity, "The Yin Gui Sect has come out in full force today, and it's a pity that the elders from all the other sects have to fight alongside them!"

These words were so sad that Anlong of Tianlian Sect's eyes turned red.

Zhao Deyan glanced at An Long with disdain in his heart, and at the same time, he glanced at Xi Ying, only to see excitement in this guy's eyes - once all the elders of the Destroying Love Sect died today, such a huge force would fall into his hands!
Compassion?

desolate?

Except for Anlong who was truly sad, everyone present was probably more happy than sad!

At this point, Zhao Deyan explained, "Although I've joined the grasslands, I'm not trusted. This time, the grassland's uncrowned king, Bi Xuan, heard that a 'Grand Master' had emerged from the Central Plains and was eager to fight. However, Qimin Khan believed that the Central Plains wouldn't honor someone so highly without reason, so he sent me here to gather intelligence."

"After seeing you today, I finally understand what it means to truly deserve the title!"

A trace of fear flashed across Zhao Deyan's slightly dull eyes. The Demonic Sect originated from the ancient Mingbian and Zongheng schools. Their ways did not care about the words "loyalty" and "righteousness", but only sought to avoid disputes and chaos. Therefore, they must have strong enough personal martial arts, so there are strong men in every generation.

He had come here with great pride, wanting to see what kind of person was qualified to be called "Grand Master", but he fled like a frightened bird, and was still frightened.

"Grandmaster! I wonder if I can ever be so elegant in this lifetime."

Zhao Deyan stared at the sky with a dull gaze, and when he looked back, most of the people in the courtyard had dispersed - the disciples of the Demon Sect came and went without restraint, and at first they were swept up by him out of fear, but now that the crisis was over, they naturally scattered like birds and beasts.

What surprised him was that Xi Ying actually stayed.

"You're not leaving?" Zhao Deyan said rudely.

Xi Ying's face flushed purple, and he said with a half-smile, "Zhao Deyan, how come, after staying in the barbarian land for so long, you've picked up their habits?
I'm staying here because I have a deal to discuss with you."

"trade?"

Zhao Deyan's frown smoothed out instantly upon hearing this, and the smile on his face was even more like that of a profiteer than An Long's before. He led the man into the house.

As soon as Xi Ying sat down, he said, "I'm going to challenge 'Ba Dao' Yue Shan."

"The best swordsman in the world? Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhao Deyan immediately wanted to send the guest away. A dead person has no right to negotiate with him.

Xi Ying snorted and said, "It may not be me who will die!

You're not in the Middle-earth, so you don't know that Tyrant Blade Yue Shan was defeated by 'Heavenly Blade' Song Que before. He's at best second best in the world!"

"So what's your deal with me? Are you asking me to sneak attack him and drain his energy before he fights you?"

Zhao Deyan has a gentle face and seems to be slow-tempered, but at this moment he speaks in a hurry, as if he has taken gunpowder.

Xi Ying shook his head and said seriously, "I want to fight him fairly. If I win, I will challenge Song Que. Song Que is known as the Heavenly Sword, and I will be known as the Heavenly Monarch!"

Zhao Deyan didn't care about the love-hate relationship between Xi Ying and Song Que. He just knocked on the table and reminded them, "The content of the transaction."

Xi Yingsanbai's eyes flashed with a chilling coldness, and he said in a stern tone, "If I lose to Yue Shan, I will kill his entire family! Then you will help me escape from the Central Plains and gain a foothold in the Western Regions or the grasslands."

?

Zhao Deyan had a frown on his forehead, and the words "You've been kicked in the head by a donkey" were on the tip of his tongue.

Xi Ying didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued, "In exchange, I can give you the martial arts of the Way of Extermination of Love, and also give you a piece of news that will allow you to become a Grandmaster as you wish!"

Zhao Deyan immediately swallowed the curse words on his lips, and his smile became more sincere: "I would like to hear the details."

"The Evil Emperor left a legacy to Yutian..."

Xi Ying explained everything about the Xieji Sect and then said, "This is the news. As for whether you can find them and obtain their martial arts, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Deyan nodded and smiled, agreeing to the deal with Xi Ying.

The situation was dark and turbulent, so instead of talking about the follow-up of the transaction between the two, let’s just say that Zhang Kuang stepped onto the third floor of Hongxiuzhao.

The staircase between the second and third floors is very cleverly designed, spiraling upwards as if slowly rising from the stage - the entire third floor is Hongxiuzhao's largest private room!

As soon as Zhang Kuang stepped onto the third floor, he saw a screen with a white background embroidered with erotic paintings. The man and woman on it were lifelike, and their movements were clear enough for people to see. There were also seven other screens surrounding the stairs in a circle. The pictures on them all recorded men and women exploring yin and yang and pursuing the true nature of life. There were various postures, which looked like enlightenment pictures.

The young girl who led the way blushed and said, "Danmei can only lead you so far. The rest of the way, please explore on your own."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

But Zhang Kuang reached out and grabbed the girl's silver hair, pulling her back. He put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "How many screens are there here?"

Danmei pursed her lips and wanted to cry, but seeing Zhang Kuang's kind face, she suppressed her tears and shook her head, saying, "I don't know either. Only nobles and distinguished guests can come here."

The entire third floor was custom-made by Lu Miaozi, the "world's best craftsman". Even the screens were painted by him. He said that it was a "Red Skull Bewitching Array" that could make people indulge in it, fall into the land of tenderness and die of exhaustion.

Only the Sect Master and the Saintess had been here, how could she possibly know!

Seeing that Danmei really didn't know what was going on, Zhang Kuang let her go and reached out to touch the screen gently. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it felt cold to the touch. However, if he touched the person, he would feel a warmth on his skin.

The last time Zhang Kuang saw this kind of skill was when he saw the jade statue in the Langhuan Jade Cave in Dali.

However, although the men and women on the screen are lifelike, they are not moving after all. Therefore, even though they look fascinating, they cannot stop their arrogant steps.

Zhang Kuang walked into the path beside the screen and faced the new screen. The new screen just blocked the gap in the front screen, and the gap formed by the new screen and the screen on the side was just blocked by the front and back screens.

"The I Ching and the Eight Trigrams? That's interesting."

Zhang Kuang figured out something. Putting aside the embarrassing pictures on the screens, the placement of these screens happened to occupy the eight trigrams.

"The gossip is complex and full of twists and turns. It's a pity these screens don't move, otherwise it would be fun to play with."

Zhang Kuang was thinking as he stepped into the third floor, and then he saw the Bagua screen in front of him began to rotate.

The road ahead has changed.

Another step, and several ice needles shot out from behind the buttocks of the beauty painted on the screen, as swift as the sting of a wasp's tail.

Zhang Kuang dodged to the side, and the man in another picture spit out flames from his mouth, blocking his retreat.

Ding Ding!

The ice needles and flames hit the three-foot air wall outside his body, and the magic disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Whizzing!

The screen swept again.

Zhang Kuang saw through the truth and suddenly felt bored. He jumped into the air, ignoring the mace falling from the beam above. He raised the wind fire wheel under his feet and his figure broke through the screen formation in an instant like a line of fire.

When he landed again, Zhang Kuang saw the three people guarding outside the formation.

The person closest to him was a girl wearing a light blue dress.

The girl had a pair of beautiful eyebrows that slanted into her temples, her eyes were as black as ink, her gaze was extremely lively and full of pride, and her slightly raised chin made it seem as if she was looking down upon everyone in front of her equally.

Her skin was like flawless gem, delicate and fair like mutton-fat jade. Even though she was tightly dressed, with only her face, neck and hands exposed, she gave people an extremely charming feeling. Even though her expression was as cold and arrogant as frost, and her eyes were full of indifference that kept people at a distance, people still couldn't help but want to desecrate her.

The other two beauties were also very charming.

"You are very capable, my dear guest. I am a courtesan in this elegant pavilion, and I would like to welcome you respectfully."

One of them came up to me with a bright smile on her face. Her beautiful oval face was perfectly matched with delicate features. Her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were crystal clear and charming, curved like a crescent moon, like a hook to seduce people. Her every frown and smile could make people fall in love with her. She didn't look like a human, but more like a fox demon~~
Her hair was tied up in a bun, with pearl and jade hairpins inserted in it. Her steps were graceful and charming, showing the charm of a mature woman. What was even more rare was that, unlike the conservative clothes of young girls, her clothes were quite bold -

The dress was pure white, with a light lace camisole on the upper body and only two thin shoulder straps supporting the back, so that the entire white skin of the back appeared particularly white and tender against the backdrop of the lace, exuding a charming luster.

A thin piece of lace cloth in front of her body could not cover up her pride, so that the snow-whiteness was faintly visible, and she could vaguely see a little bit...

The hem of her lower body is a hip-hugging miniskirt, which sways like a small white flower blooming in the morning mist, calmly giving everything to the wind.

I saw that the lace tights below were pulled to the waist, the holy pattern covered the belly button, and the snow-white silk stockings wrapped around the slender, round and slightly fleshy straight legs, revealing a hint of holy beauty, which made people imagine endlessly.

The middle part is hollowed out, making it easy to see at a glance.

Such clothes may seem concealing, but they are more seductive than not wearing anything at all. They tease the arrogant gaze in a subtle way. As soon as they catch the eyes, an ambiguous atmosphere lingers in the heart.

"A prostitute?" Zhang Kuang's eyes were filled with teasing, and his tone was full of exaggeration: "Madam, the way you dress doesn't look like a prostitute who only sells her body and art. Even a prostitute who sells her body wouldn't dare to dress like this."

"Your Excellency, what you said makes me feel so embarrassed," Zhang Lihua stepped forward and naturally took Zhang Kuang's arm, saying in a soft and charming voice, "If this weren't a private room, how could I dare to dress like this? If others saw me, wouldn't it be a disgrace to you, my distinguished guest?"

"That's a nice thing to say. What's your name?" Zhang Kuang followed her lead to the low couch beside him, half leaned sideways and pulled her into his arms.

"My name is Lihua, please take good care of me~~"

"Of course I have to take care of him," Zhang Kuang laughed heartily. "The head of the Yingui Sect and the imperial concubine of the Southern Chen Dynasty came to serve me. How could I not take care of him?"

(End of this chapter)