Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 11 Fate Brings Us Together (Bonus Chapter of 5k words)

"Crippled man, how can there be such delicious food in the world?"

The midday sun was like an oven, baking people until they were practically withered branches and fallen leaves. But Hongxiu was unaffected, holding a bag of steamed buns, her cheeks bulging, chewing and talking indistinctly.

Ren Shaoyang looked at her stomach with a strange expression: "At this rate, we'll be broke very soon."

Hongxiu froze, hurriedly wiped her greasy hands, and then touched the purse at her waist, only to find it was already half empty. She was instantly struck dumb, and her round eyes filled with tears.

The beggar looked at the young man with disbelief: "Crippled man, am I...am I a pig?"

"Even a pig can eat more than you!" Ren Shaoyang said sweetly.

"Wow~!"

Hongxiu burst into tears. After crying for a while, she seemed to remember something and stuffed a steamed bun into her mouth. After finishing, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her and started crying again.

Ren Shaoyang ignored it and just kept stirring things up from the sidelines.

Ding'an, however, no longer had his usual silly chuckle; instead, he walked with a solemn expression.

As the saying goes, one feels timid when nearing home, let alone the fact that it was the ostracism from his fellow disciples and Xiang Ling's willfulness that led to his losing his hand and falling off the cliff.

Therefore, Ding'an's feelings at this moment were complicated, with both longing for Lianfenghao and a trace of resentment that was hard to detect.

Furthermore, he learned that Three-Eyed was going to join forces with Flying Dragon to besiege Lianfeng.

I'm about to meet my greatest enemy in this life.

Therefore, Ding'an may appear calm on the surface, but in reality, his heart is turbulent.

"A severed hand! A severed hand! Look!"

Hongxiu suddenly woke up Ding'an, who was immersed in his own world.

The disabled youth looked in the direction of the sound and saw a long cloud in the western sky, purplish-red and yellowish, like blood clots congealed in fire. A heavy sense of oppression settled in his heart.

Ding An's heart skipped a beat, and he asked Ren Shaoyang, "These clouds look a bit strange."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "It should be a major sandstorm coming."

"A sandstorm?" Ding'an frowned. "Even the heavens can't stand by and watch?"

"The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars change their places."

Ren Shaoyang's voice was leisurely, and in just a day or two, his aura had changed, making him appear much more composed.

"The wind and sand are good; they can cover up evil and also destroy dregs."

“That’s right!” Ding’an smiled. “Heaven is helping me too.” He looked at the disheveled young man leaning on the iron cudgel, then at the beggar looking around, and his tone became firm. “Heaven has always been helping me!”

Just then, Hongxiu let out a soft cry of joy, her big eyes fixed on one spot.

But just a dozen steps away, there was a roast chicken stall, where someone was happily eating a roast chicken.

The little beggar licked his lips, swallowed hard, but didn't say anything.

"Snapped"!
A large hand pressed down on her head.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" The little beggar clutched his head and turned around angrily.

"Still want to eat?" Ren Shaoyang said lazily. "Is your stomach a bottomless pit?"

"I'm just craving it!"

Just as the two were laughing and joking, Ren Shaoyang suddenly grabbed Hongxiu and shielded her behind him.

Ding'an looked at him with some doubt, then heard footsteps, the clash of swords and spears, and angry shouts coming from afar.

A large group of people appeared around the corner, numbering in the dozens.

They were all fierce-looking and strangely shaped; even before you got close, a foul stench wafted over along with their curses.

"Damn Flying Dragon!" the pale-faced leader cursed as he walked. "I will never forget this humiliation."

The henchman behind him chimed in, "That's right, boss! I've seen greedy people, but I've never seen anyone this greedy. Jiu Yi? He's trying to take it all for himself!"

“May 5th is a deadly feud.” Someone sneered, “September 1st treated us like dogs to be slaughtered.”

"Nine One Flying Dragon!"

"Damn it, once we wipe out Lianfenghao, I'll skin him alive!"

A flying dragon?!
Sweep away the battle cry!
Ding'an was startled by what the group said, then looked at them with eyes wide with fury.

The pale-faced man at the head seemed to sense something and looked over as well.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

San Yan let out a "Huh?" and looked at Ding An's severed arm. His eyes narrowed sharply, and his gaze swept over Ren Shaoyang, then Hong Xiu, his face full of surprise.

Suddenly, San Yan raised his hand, and everyone stopped in their tracks, staring at the three people in front of them.

One of the henchmen recognized Ding An and pointed at them, shouting, "Boss, it was these two cripples who killed the second-in-command!"

A sinister smile spread across the three eyes: "It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly."

Ding An coldly said, "You want to wipe out Lianfeng?"

"It's obvious, what else is there about Dripwater Cliff besides the Lianfeng Brigade that would make us want to come here?"

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and asked, "Are you going to join forces with Feilong?"

Three-Eyed raised his eyebrows: "If it weren't for the second brother losing those brothers, why would I need to look for that bastard?"

Upon hearing this, Ding An raised his thick eyebrows and suddenly burst into laughter, staring at San Yan up and down, his laughter growing louder and louder.

Three-Eyed frowned and said, "Is your arm broken, or did you hit your head and become stupid? What are you laughing at?"

Ding An's laughter stopped abruptly, and he snapped, "My head isn't broken from the fall; I'm just trying to fulfill my biggest wish. Tell me, am I lucky or not? Should I be laughing?"

Three-Eyed stared at him, then suddenly realized, "I get it! So you're looking for revenge on Feilong?" Suddenly, he clapped his hands angrily, "Damn it! I should have just let you fight Feilong directly. What a waste of my money!"

Ding An's eyes widened, and he shouted sharply, "Where is Feilong?"

The sound was like thunder, so loud that the bandits present felt dizzy and their ears were ringing.

Ren Shaoyang picked at his ear and replied, "Idiot, didn't he say he was going to practice the 'Fenghao'?"

Three-Eyed was also stunned by the shock, but after shaking his head and regaining his senses, he heard this and snarled, "Flying Dragon has always liked to say one thing and do another. Now, Lianfeng is probably already a river of blood!"

Ding An's face turned pale as she looked at Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand: "Go ahead, you take care of Feilong, I'll take care of them."

Ding An nodded and then ran frantically toward the direction of Lianfeng.

Just then, sunlight shone down, illuminating the yellow earth like transparent beams of flame dancing up and down, while the dust stirred up by the autumn wind swirled and swished like flying snow.

Ren Shaoyang stood in the sunlight, with Hongxiu peeking out from behind him. He felt a bright light in front of him, and everything seemed somewhat distorted.

Three-Eyed sneered, mocking, "You cripple, you let that one-handed guy go, are you confident you can take us down?" He glanced at the iron cudgel in his hand, his sarcasm deepening, "With this firewood stick?"

"Heh~!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled, not in a hurry to start a verbal battle, but instead took Hongxiu's hand, "From now on, learn kung fu from me, you can't always be a burden."

Hongxiu nodded vigorously after hearing this: "Yes, I will study hard."

Seeing that they were ignoring him, Three-Eyed couldn't help but shout angrily, "You cripple, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing," Ren Shaoyang said lazily, tapping the ground with his iron rod. "There's just something I forgot to tell you."

"What?" Three-Eyed asked.

Ren Shaoyang strode forward, with Hongxiu following closely behind.

"Only the little beggar and the one-handed man can call him 'cripple,' not anyone else."

"die!"

After speaking, speed up!
"Attack them!" Even the usually calm Three-Eyed was now truly enraged. "Cut their heads off!"

Before the bandits behind them could respond, a dark light accompanied by a strange howl came, followed by two loud "bangs" like watermelons shattering.

The two people in front of him had their skulls split open and flew headfirst into the air.

Another gust of wind came, and the young man, carrying the girl, moved with uncanny speed, appearing and disappearing among the bandits like ghosts.

The whooshing sound of the iron rod cutting through the air was like an invitation from the King of Hell, its force as swift as thunder and lightning, sweeping through the air.

Screams of agony erupted one after another. The man struck in the chest and abdomen by the iron spike staggered and fell to the ground, his skin torn open, blood gushing out, his entire body disemboweled.

If someone's throat is pierced by an iron rod, their trachea will rupture, and they will collapse in terror, clutching their neck.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang's agile figure and the unstoppable force of his iron spike, San Yan roared in shock and anger, "Damn it! Forget about this cripple, kill that little slut first!"

The remaining seven or eight bandits' eyes lit up upon hearing this, and they all rushed towards Hongxiu.

Although the young man grabbed the girl and dodged left and right, Hongxiu was still terrified by the flashing blades, and the situation immediately became critical.

Ren Shaoyang seemed to be enraged by their shamelessness and shouted, "You bastards!" His voice suddenly rose, like a wisp of smoke rising in the vast and desolate desert.

For some reason, it seemed as if I tripped over a pebble, and I staggered.

The surrounding bandits were overjoyed to see that his back had been exposed, and they all swung their knives at him. The bandits' knives were fast, and if they hit him, Ren Shaoyang would not be able to withstand it with his current skill level. He would probably be cut into a pile of mangled flesh in an instant.

"Ah!" Hongxiu screamed in alarm upon seeing this, "Crippled man!" As she spoke, she tried to break free and rush behind him to block the knife.

But then her hand tightened, and Hongxiu couldn't break free at all. She couldn't help but look up.

But he remained calm, as if the crisis before him was nothing more than a minor setback that he could easily resolve.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, unleashing the "Great Freedom Form," his body twisting strangely to dodge the surging waves of sword light, before suddenly collapsing to the ground.

Just as the crowd drew closer, the iron rod, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, shot out eight times in all directions in the blink of an eye.

When he fell to the ground, he had already secretly memorized the positions of everyone, so his stabbings were perfectly timed, hitting the vital points of the lower bodies of all eight men!
These men had already missed with their swords, and then felt a sharp pain in their testicles that spread to their waists and abdomens. They all screamed in agony, threw down their curved swords, and collapsed to the ground clutching their groins.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang's ferocity like an enraged tiger, killing eight people in an instant, and his men collapsing to the ground like leeks, San Yan was terrified and screamed in panic, running away in a panic.

Seeing that he was about to run away, Ren Shaoyang leaped up and stabbed out iron spikes wherever he went, killing several people on the ground instantly.

Seeing that Sanyan had run far away, he immediately shouted and threw a man at him.

Three-Eyed was so frightened by the shout that he felt a great force strike him. He immediately screamed and, while running, fell face-first into the dirt.

Just as he struggled to lift his head, he saw the young man, leaning on an iron cudgel, striding towards him with the girl in his hand.

"Spare me, spare me!" The three-eyed man was barely breathing, his legs broken and blood trickling from his mouth. "I have money, lots of money, take it all, just spare my dog's life."

Ren Shaoyang found it amusing to see that his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his mouth was full of blood.

With a thud, a foot stomped down, and Sanyan let out a muffled groan, instantly dying, his blood staining the ground.

It's no different from stepping on a cockroach.

Hongxiu couldn't bear it and quickly turned her head away, not daring to look any longer.

Ren Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Little beggar, you understand this world better than I do. If you want to live with dignity, you have to be more wicked than evil!"

Hongxiu looked at him hesitantly: "Crippled man, you've been a bit extreme these past few days."

"Extreme?" Ren Shaoyang released her hand, then thought for a moment and smiled, "Maybe it's because I practiced too hard and it's a bit tight."

"No, I wasn't saying anything bad about you," Hongxiu said, waving her hands erratically. "I just felt that you used to be like a gem, so pure. But these past few days, I don't know what's wrong with you."

The beggar looked at Ren Shaoyang with a strange expression, felt his mouth go dry, swallowed hard, and continued, "You seem to have been affected by something, and you've become different!"

Ren Shaoyang said in surprise, "You could even sense that?"

“Mmm!” Hongxiu nodded. “Crippled man, your changes are as obvious as sunshine and rain.”

Ren Shaoyang was increasingly surprised. In the past few days, he had been recalling his battle with the two eunuchs from the Eastern Depot, a fierce and endless fight in the illusion.

While their swordsmanship was fast most of the time, it wasn't particularly difficult to defend against. However, if Ren Shaoyang forced them into a corner, they would unleash a strange sword technique, striking with uncanny speed and deceit, silently appearing as if they were merely a blurry ghost, arriving in the blink of an eye!
Ren Shaoyang had been caught off guard several times before and was killed each time. He refused to believe in evil and even though his mental exhaustion caused him to have a headache and roll on the ground, he still insisted on entering the illusion to fight them to the death.

Finally, despite his broken arms and legs, he managed to finish off the two men and complete the first kill.

After becoming familiar with the opponent's moves and speed, no matter how fast they moved in the illusion, Ren Shaoyang would react instinctively and strike first, gradually becoming invincible and able to manipulate them at will.

However, entering the illusion too many times not only causes headaches as a side effect, but also results in too many deaths and injuries, and the evil energy enters the body, making one unconsciously affected by the sword techniques used by those two dead eunuchs.

This has led to Ren Shaoyang's actions becoming even more unpredictable and ruthless, showing absolutely no mercy.

I never expected that the little beggar who doesn't know martial arts would see through me?
Ren Shaoyang took a deep breath: "Hongxiu".

"Huh?" Hongxiu blinked her big eyes at him. "What's wrong?"

"You don't know any martial arts, yet you can eat so much," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "And you have remarkable perception. I'm very curious about your background."

Hongxiu shook her head sadly and said, "I don't know either!" Suddenly her eyes lit up, "Does this mean I have a lot of talent?"

Ren Shaoyang turned and walked in the direction Ding An had disappeared: "Maybe."

Hongxiu made a big face at his back and said, "It's either yes or no. What do you mean by 'maybe'?" With that, she skipped and hopped after him and took his hand.

"Hurry, let's go quickly, don't let your broken hand get hurt!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, put his arm around the little beggar, and used his "Monkey King" move to leap up. He disappeared from the rooftop in a few quick movements.
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Valley cabin.

Dozens of people are searching through drawers and cabinets.

These men, clad in black armor and draped in dark cloaks, wielded spears, carried single-edged swords and quivers at their waists, and had sturdy bows on their backs. Their imposing presence was far beyond that of the rabble of bandits.

Not far away, Jia Ting stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the autumn scenery of the mountains. Behind him stood two people, one of whom was Cao Tian, ​​the fourth-ranking officer.

The remaining person was thin and fair-skinned; it was Lu Xiaochuan, the third-ranking officer.

Just then, a spy from the Eastern Depot came running over and stopped about five zhang away from the crowd. He knelt down on both knees and slammed his helmet heavily on the ground.

"Reporting to the chief, I've searched the place several times, and the residents have already left. Furthermore, observing the candle wax remaining after the candles burned, I can conclude that the people who lived here left as early as the day before yesterday!"

"A young man leaning on a fire poker, a one-armed tavern servant, and a little beggar," Cao Tian sneered. "They actually escaped right under the noses of our Eastern Depot?"

Upon hearing this, the man trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. He hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly, and when he raised his head, tears streamed down his face. He sobbed, "I deserve to die! It was my dereliction of duty, please punish me, sir!"

"Alright, Cao Tian!" Jia Ting waved his hand, gesturing for the man to rise, then asked, "Have you found out anything about the Western Region monks?"

The man's face was covered in snot and tears, but he didn't dare wipe them away. He quickly said, "I found it, I found it."

"That monk was ambushed and killed by hunters a month ago." Seeing Jia Ting's brows furrow, he quickly quickened his pace, "Did anyone see that the disciples of Lianfeng, Tie Tou and Ding An, collected his body?"

"Lianfeng?" Lu Xiaochuan suddenly asked, "Are Tie Tou and Ding An still on Lianfeng?"

The man's expression was strange. He clasped his hands and said, "Reporting to your Excellency, Tie Tou is still here. As for Ding An, he..."

"What are you stammering about?" Cao Tian roared. "Are you looking for death?"

The man was startled and pointed at the small house: "Ding'an is that tavern servant with the missing hand!"

Everyone was silent.

Then the man continued, "When my subordinates were investigating that group of hunters, they discovered that they had all been killed."

Jia Ting's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Who did this?"

The man immediately replied, "The young man with the fire poker!"

"Sigh~!" Jia Ting sighed, his eyebrows twitching three times, then he frowned and said helplessly, "They've all gathered together?"

Cao Tian asked respectfully, "Boss, which way should we go now?"

"Xiao Chuan!" Jia Ting looked at Lu Xiao Chuan.

“Boss.” Lu Xiaochuan bowed and replied.

Jia Ting laughed and said, "You are known for your quick wit, give me some direction."

Lu Xiaochuan looked at Cao Tian, ​​who was filled with resentment, smiled, and remained respectful: "Yes!" Then, he straightened up and pointed in the direction of Dripping Cliff, "Lianfeng!"

"Oh?" Jia Ting chuckled. "The reason?"

“Tie Tou and Ding An were both collecting corpses for the Western Region monks at the same time, so there’s a possibility they’re hiding the fragments,” Lu Xiaochuan said. “Furthermore, if Lianfeng is in trouble, we don’t need to worry about that cripple coming to our door.”

"Hahahaha!"

Jia Ting suddenly burst into laughter, giving a thumbs-up and saying, "Well said! Our Eastern Depot needs talent like you!"

Lu Xiaochuan bowed and said, "It was thanks to the guidance of the Governor and the Chief Steward."

Jia Ting waved his hand and ordered his men, "Let's go!"

"Straight to Lianfeng!"

Surprised? Unexpected?
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(End of this chapter)