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

Chapter 145 Dragon Capture Appears
In early April, a donkey cart sped along the road, kicking up clouds of dust.

Ren Shaoyang, wearing a straw hat, leaned against the carriage with a blade of grass between his teeth, looking utterly bored.

Inside the carriage, the little beggar was engrossed in reading a small booklet.

Ding'an, meanwhile, chuckled foolishly and kept raising his prosthetic arm, breathing on it, and wiping it again and again with his left sleeve until the copper plate on his arm gleamed.

"Oh dear, Ding'an, don't move around! Your wound isn't fully healed yet!"

"Haha, I'm happy!"

"You can move around freely once you're better. Put it down now!"

"Oh."

Ding An obediently put down his prosthetic hand, but couldn't help moving the five fingers of the prosthetic hand, his face showing a smile of extreme joy, but also pain.

He wiped his nose and looked up at the little beggar who was flipping through a book.

Hongxiu took off her shoes, her bare feet dangling, and the little golden bells tied to her ankles jingled incessantly.

Ding An smiled and said, "Hongxiu, this bell in the Emei underground palace is really beautiful."

Without even looking up, Hongxiu casually said, "This is what my sister has her eye on. By the way, my sister's name is now 'Little White Tea'."

"Oh." Ding'an wiped his nose again, then licked his cheek and went over with a grin, "Little beggar, do you want some chestnut cake?"

Hongxiu looked up and chuckled: "Yes!"

"Click!"
Ding Anyi snapped his fingers, and a piece of chestnut cake popped out with a "poof" and landed on his wooden fingers, which he then handed forward.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Hongxiu laughed heartily, then ate it in one gulp, chewing with her cheeks puffed out.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Ding An laughed and patted his chest, but he didn't expect the prosthetic arm to be so strong that he coughed loudly and said, "Cough cough. You can eat chestnut cake as much as you want from now on."

Ren Shaoyang's voice came through: "Ding'an, have you figured out the function of the prosthetic hand?"

Ding An opened his mouth wide, stared blankly for a long time, then smacked his lips and said, "I, I only know how to make chestnut cake."

Ren Shaoyang:
"Oh dear, I have the instruction booklet that Boss Zhu gave me!" The little beggar chuckled softly, his voice as clear as a spring, and said, "It's understandable that he didn't know."

Ding'an chuckled and gave a thumbs-up!

Ren Shaoyang asked with interest, "Little beggar, you've been looking at this for so long, how do you play with it?" As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and peeked out.

When Hongxiu saw him come in, she pointed to an acupoint on his shoulder and said, "Severed hand!"

"Have!"

Ding'an shouted.

"Internal energy is channeled into the shoulder socket and acupoint on the shoulder joint." Hongxiu flipped through the booklet, explaining each word clearly, "It travels along the arm and arm acupoints, following the Yangming Meridian of the hand, dividing into five streams that enter the five fingers!"

"okay!"

As Ding An listened, he practiced. He saw the copper scales vibrate as his internal force passed through them, followed by a crackling sound as the copper hinges spun. Then, his hand moved into a wheel shape, making a buzzing sound.

Amidst this buzzing sound.

The three of them looked at each other.

Ren Shaoyang said, "This, that's it?"

Hongxiu swallowed hard: "It seems so."

Ren Shaoyang pointed at the shadow: "After all that, all you made was an 'electric fan'?"

"You, just tell me if it's cool or not!" Hongxiu insisted. She didn't know what an electric fan was, but she could roughly guess what it did.

Ren Shaoyang remained expressionless, pointing at Ding An, whose face was flushed red: "I don't know if he's feeling cool or not, but I know he's about to explode!"

Upon seeing this, Hongxiu immediately waved her hand and cried out, "Oh dear, broken hand! Stop it now!"

After a lot of work, the two finally managed to stop the "electric fan".

Ding Anming shook his head, took a few breaths, and then heard Ren Shaoyang laugh and ask, "What other functions does it have besides this?"

"Let me see." Hongxiu flipped through the book, then exclaimed loudly, "Turning the Jianyu acupoint to the Tianjing acupoint, shake the delicate silk threads!"

The buzzing continued, like bees flitting about.

The three looked down and saw Ding An Yi clench his fist, his middle finger protruding, making a rotating motion, which swayed into a blurry shadow.

"This, this is an egg beater?" Hongxiu asked hesitantly.

Ren Shaoyang didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed into a smile.

This trick can be used for more than just beating eggs.

It can even stir up a pool of spring water!

After Ding An withdrew his internal energy, silence fell again inside the carriage.

Ding An looked left and right, and couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you two saying anything?"

Hongxiu flipped through the booklet: "I'm looking for new ways to play."

Ding'an asked, "Did you find it?"

Hongxiu cried out with a mournful face, "No!" She showed him the book, "The last sentence is: 'The wonderful application comes purely from the heart!'"

Ding'an threw himself down, exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"

"Wait!" Ren Shaoyang stopped the two and said with a smile, "I do have an idea."

The two turned their heads and asked in unison, "What are your thoughts?"

"What do you think about this?" Ren Shaoyang made a fairy-like gesture with his hands at his sides. "Could we shoot out flames from our palms, so that, besides killing enemies, we could also take off from the spot?"

"Hey~! That's right!" Hongxiu exclaimed, "The severed hand's 'Burning City' is like a barrel of gunpowder, using anger as a fuse to ignite the violent energy in the dantian, which then bursts out along the Yin-Yang Six Meridians. Naturally, this move can also be used for flight!"

Ding'an really liked this and nodded vigorously!
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he steadied himself and said quietly, "This move reminds me of someone."

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu asked in unison, "Who?" "Wanhu." Ding'an coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice, "The Wanhu who exploded in the sky."

Ren Shaoyang blushed and said with a forced smile, "You know quite a lot, huh?"

Ding'an glanced at him and said unhurriedly, "I also study!"

Hongxiu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, the cripple's idea is not wrong. We can design a route later. With this heroine here, you can rest assured!" As she spoke, she patted her chest.

That's exactly what I'm afraid of!

Ding An swallowed hard several times, and after a long while, he finally let out a breath and forced a smile, saying, "Okay, alright."

Seeing that the little beggar was pulling him to study the technology of prosthetic arm flying again.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, got out of the car, and sat back in the driver's seat.

Ding'an was finally fitted with a prosthetic hand. Although it looked a little clumsy, it was just because the wound hadn't healed and he wasn't yet skilled at using it.

As for the "electric fan" and the "flowers blooming and wealth" symbol...
Although these two methods seem useless on the surface, they may still have surprising effects.

Don't you think that "electric fan" looks a lot like "Renjian Zhenyin Yang"?
"Blooming Flowers Bring Wealth and Prosperity" - cough cough, it might actually have a miraculous effect when necessary!
Just as Ren Shaoyang was lost in thought and chuckled softly.

A horse-drawn carriage was coming from the other end of the road, passing by them.

A spring breeze blew through the snow-white curtains of the car window, and in a fleeting glance, a figure in a pure white dress sat gracefully inside.

The hands resting on her lap were fair and clean, with prominent knuckles.

What a pair of hands!

The donkey cart and the horse-drawn carriage passed each other, and Ren Shaoyang glanced at the man in white.

Just then, the man in white glanced over indifferently.

Those were a pair of bright, dazzling eyes, radiating a sharp light, almost translucent like glass, as if they could see through everything in the darkness.

bass!
Waves rose from the flat ground.

A narrow gap, about an inch wide and a foot long, suddenly appeared on the official road between horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts.

Fine dust particles rose slowly as the two vehicles passed each other.

The man withdrew his gaze, staring intently at the plum blossom petals falling inside the car, inhaling the familiar, delicate fragrance.

The world seemed to quiet down.

However, his heart was stirred up like a stormy sea, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire!

His life was lonely and desolate.

Because he could not find an opponent.

In this world, apart from Ye Gucheng, no one is his true rival!

But what about that white robe just now?
That supreme sword intent.
With just one glance, his sword energy went berserk, blasting the plum blossoms inside the carriage apart.

"Master, should we turn around?" the coachman's voice rang out.

"No need." The white-clad man's voice was cold and succinct, his words few. "Keep going, kill Hong Tao."

"Yes."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head to the side, glanced at the departing carriage, and smiled slightly to the left, saying, "How scary."

Who could be such a terrifying swordsman?
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Shuzhong.

Emei School.

It's still Meishan Town at the foot of Mount Emei.

The Emei Sect today is vastly different from what it was a hundred years ago. Not only is its influence rivaling that of Shaolin and Wudang, but its leader, Dugu Yihe, is also one of the most outstanding masters in the martial arts world.

Dugu Yihe came from a mysterious background and was a master of swordsmanship. Later, he joined the Emei Sect under the leadership of the then-leader, Hu Daoren, and the Emei Sect began to revive.

Later, he successfully became the leader of the Emei Sword Sect and became a renowned figure in the martial arts world.

The swords of the Emei School are no longer all thin and long. Although their swordsmanship is still mainly swift and elegant, it has also incorporated a calm and powerful force.

This was the change that Dugu Yihe brought to Emei martial arts after he mastered the dual killing techniques of sword and saber.

Inside the Xuanzhen Temple, a bright-eyed, innocent-looking woman hurriedly entered.

"Master!"

Dugu Yihe opened his eyes and calmly looked at the woman.

He was a very serious man, sitting cross-legged on a futon, his back still straight, his hair and beard still jet black, but his face was covered with deep wrinkles.

He looks exactly like an old man.

But when he opened his eyes, he didn't feel like an old man.

Those eyes were sharp and menacing, like two long swords shooting straight out, seemingly capable of piercing into people's hearts.

Dugu Yihe was still the most terrifying and unfathomable of the seven major sword sect leaders.

"Xiuqing, what is it?" Dugu Yihe spoke softly, his voice cold and hard, flat and monotone, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Sun Xiuqing said respectfully, "There is a secret letter." As she spoke, she respectfully presented him with a slip of paper.

Dugu Yihe gently picked it up, casually opened it, and glanced at it with his eyes down.

He stood up suddenly!

He wasn't particularly tall, but standing there, he exuded an aura of towering presence.

The wind was strong, and the blood-red curtains in the main hall fluttered incessantly in the gale.

Dugu Yihe stared intently at the note.

After a long pause, he crumpled the note into tiny pieces, gazed at the mountains outside the door, and said, slowly and deliberately:

"The Dragon Capture Appears!"
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