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

Chapter 159 Honest Monk
Does it look like it?

Ximen Chuixue murmured, his thoughts drifting back to the figure he had encountered outside Huangshi Town a month ago.

“Yes, very much like him!” Lu Xiaofeng interjected, “except you’re missing something.”

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "What's missing?"

"Composure".

Ximen Chuixue was silent for a moment, then asked, "What composure?"

"Having sailed through countless trials and tribulations, and with a profound understanding of the vast sky and boundless sea, I feel a serene composure, unburdened by worldly concerns." Hua Manlou, who had been silent until now, gazed at the sun, feeling the sunlight, and spoke softly.

Ximen Chuixue looked at him: "In your words, he doesn't seem like a swordsman, but more like a virtuous monk."

Hua Manlou reached out and felt the soft texture of the flower.

There are no plum blossoms yet at Wanmei Villa.

Now, in April, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, covering the entire estate like a brocade robe. Amidst the crimson and fragrant curtains, this white-robed gentleman seems as if he were born to be here, harmonious and natural, untouched by any dust.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "In my heart, although he has Buddhist qualities, he is not a high monk. Rather, he is like something that cannot be explained."

Ximen Chuixue stared at him and asked, "What exactly is it?"

Hua Manlou said, "The Way of Heaven."

Ximen Chuixue raised his sword-like eyebrows and smiled brightly.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

He rarely saw Ximen Chuixue smile.

Ximen Chuixue said that his grandfather Changhai taught him to be ruthless and heartless in order to truly defeat the "Wave, Flower, Fly, Shadow" four sword techniques.

That's why he never liked to smile.

This time, Lu Xiaofeng noticed that Ximen Chuixue was laughing extremely happily, and his eyes had unknowingly developed a fanatical light, as if two blazing flames were dancing within them.

“Hua Manlou, although you cannot see, your mind is extremely sensitive,” Ximen Chuixue sighed. “Heavens, every drink and every bite is truly wondrous.”

Hua Manlou also sighed, "No wonder Lu Xiaofeng said you resemble that Sword God Ren. You all have the same opinion of me."

Ximen Chuixue shook his head, looked at the dejected Lu Xiaofeng, and asked again, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xiaofeng stared at him blankly: "Have you ever had any troubles in your life?"

Without hesitation, Ximen Chuixue replied, "No."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "So you never listen to advice?"

Ximen Chuixue's lips curled into a smile: "No one can dissuade me from doing what I'm doing, no matter who comes to me."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, then suddenly smiled broadly: "Yes, for example, you insist on having a sword duel with Ren Jianshen, right?"

"Others see me as a towering mountain," Ximen Chuixue said, gazing at the sky with his hands behind his back, his expression serene. "But I see the Sword God as the clear blue sky." He turned to Lu Xiaofeng, "How could I miss him?"

Lu Xiaofeng said sternly, "But I know just how terrifying Ren Jianshen is. You have no chance of surviving!"

Ximen Chuixue smiled again, his smile exuding an indescribable carefree spirit.

Lu Xiaofeng said, "You don't believe me?"

Ximen Chuixue glanced at him sideways: "You're my friend, and I know you mean well. But have you ever heard this saying?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked with a frown, "What did you say?"

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

He knew that this person was aloof and arrogant, and would never stoop to lying.

Ximen Chuixue was truly prepared to risk his life.

Ask the Sword God Ren to challenge him!

Hua Manlou sighed, "Life is so beautiful, yet you have found a pursuit far surpassing life itself." He paused for a moment, then sincerely said, "Although I don't agree, I still wish you well, my friend."

"Thank you." Ximen Chuixue nodded in thanks, his expression remaining indifferent.

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long breath, straightened up, and walked towards the door.

Ximen Chuixue asked, "Where are you going?"

"Sending off the swallows!" Lu Xiaofeng shook the "Swallows Before the Hall" in his hand.

"Sent to Ren Jianshen?"

Lu Xiaofeng paused, turning slightly to the side: "To see the martial world to its end."
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The third day of the Battle of Luoyang.

The news has spread far and wide. Five top masters from Shaolin, Wudang, Tianqin Sect, Tang Sect, and Wen Family have died, along with hundreds of disciples and martial arts experts who have perished in the streets.

In addition, the corpses kept at the mortuary outside Luoyang were seen by people from the martial arts world.

The strange appearance of the corpse was chilling.

In an instant, those who had been following the righteous path and shouting for Ren Shaoyang's execution fell silent.

They weren't unfamiliar with skilled fighters, nor were they unfamiliar with brutal battles.

The Azure Dragon Society, the Celestial Venerable Organization, the Money Gang, the Demonic Cult of yesteryear, and even the Western Demonic Cult of today.

Which one of them wasn't a ruthless killer who wreaked havoc on the world?
But no matter how ruthless they are at killing, there are still traces and reasons to follow.

Unlike Ren Laomo and his two companions, who were like demons and ghosts, indescribable and filled people with despair.

No one knows their origins, no one knows their lineage, and no one knows just how wealthy they are.

In the past two days, as news of the Battle of Luoyang spread, the entire martial arts world was in an uproar.

Everybody knows.

The "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" possess Huo Xiu's wealth, as well as three divine weapons: the Divine Sword, the Demon Blade, and the Blazing Fire that Burns the City.

Kill them, and you'll instantly become the richest man in the world! Kill them, and you'll instantly possess unparalleled divine weapons.

Kill them, and you will be the greatest man in the world!
Meanwhile, as Lu Xiaofeng visits various sects, displaying the "Hall Swallow" that everyone fears,...

The entire martial arts world was gripped by immense fear, and they knew it.

The balance of power has shifted.

This time, they will attack, and we will defend.

Just when the martial arts world of the Central Plains was shrouded in gloom and despair.

The donkey cart had rested overnight and was ready to gallop away, heading straight for Sichuan once again.

Why did Ren Shaoyang and his group come to Sichuan again?
The news spread that Dugu Yihe had been murdered, but the blame was being placed on them. They wanted to find out who did it.

Secondly, in Luoyang City, Tang San and Tang Si of the Tang Clan scolded the little beggar.

Although Hongxiu didn't say anything, Ren Shaoyang and Ding'an tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Finally, at dawn, with dark circles under their eyes, they decided to go to Sichuan first.

After settling accounts with Qingcheng and Tangmen, they marched from south to north towards Shaolin.

On this day, the three of them arrived at the foot of Mount Emei again.

It was almost dusk.

Following the sound of the waterfall, we entered the mountains, circled around for a long time, and suddenly the view opened up before us; we had emerged from the forest.

Finally, we reached the bottom of the waterfall. A deafening roar filled the air. I looked up and took off my hat. The waterfall, like a jade ribbon, fell from the sky into a deep pool. In the sunlight, water droplets shattered like jade, and mist filled the air. The air currents rose into the sky, forming white clouds that drifted away.

"Okay, that's it!"

Ren Shaoyang jumped off the donkey cart first, turned to the little beggar and Ding An and said, "When I first came to the underground palace, I thought the fish and meat here were delicious. Now that a hundred years have passed, I have to taste whether the taste is different."

Hongxiu nodded repeatedly: "Eat fish, eat fish!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You two prepared some wild game, but the fish and meat weren't very oily or flavorful, so they weren't very tasty."

"Good good!"

The little beggar rode Big Meow and Ding'an into the woods.

Ren Shaoyang turned around and fed the white donkey some hay, then cut a bamboo pole to make a fishing rod and started fishing in the deep pool in the distance.

For a moment, the sounds of the waterfall and birdsong mingled together, creating a scene that became increasingly still.

Ren Shaoyang let out a long breath and revealed a cheerful smile.

Indeed, the scenery here is pleasant and soothing, making it the perfect place to ship large quantities of goods.

I, the Old Demon Ren, will show my skills and wipe out your Shu Mountain fish to fill my belly!

Time is like a mad donkey.

When Hongxiu and Ding'an returned home laden with mountain delicacies, and even Da Miao with a wild, fat duck in its mouth, they were finally satisfied.

Then I saw Ren Shaoyang sitting cross-legged with an indifferent expression.

A bonfire was lit nearby, and fish were stuck into bamboo poles that had been split into several pieces.
"Wow, Cripple, your fishing skills have improved so much!" Ding'an's eyes widened as he ran over, looking left and right, smelling the aroma of the grilled fish. "There are so many fish!"

Ren Laomo didn't speak, but instead tilted his head back, looking completely calm and collected.

Hongxiu put down the mountain delicacies in her hand, then punched the big cat with her backhand, causing it to howl in pain and quickly spit out the fat duck.

The little beggar strolled over with his hands behind his back, glancing at the grilled fish that was constantly turning over the campfire.

Then I looked at Ren Laomo's expression.

Ding An, the white donkey, and Da Miao seemed to be captivated by the stagnant atmosphere, and all focused their attention on him.

Ren Shaoyang remained silent, his lips still pursed, his eyes narrowed as he studied the sky.

Only a trickle of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

"Hehe, Cripple is so amazing!" Hongxiu suddenly laughed. "I'm starving! Is the fish ready yet?"

The atmosphere immediately became cheerful.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Alright, of course you can eat! Eat up, eat up! Hahaha!"

The three men, a tiger, and a donkey sat around the campfire, listening to the roar of the waterfall, eating roasted fish and fatty duck, enjoying their meal and laughing together.

Seeing this, who would have thought that these three people had committed a series of bloody crimes in Luoyang just a few days ago?
After eating and drinking his fill, Ren Shaoyang sat down to meditate by the pool.

Meanwhile, Ding'an and the little beggar were playing a throwing game.

What are they throwing? A striped tiger named Big Meow.

Big Meow grew increasingly plump, and its muscles and bones became stronger.

But in the hands of Hongxiu and Ding'an, it was still undoubtedly a meatball.

"Little beggar, I've developed a new way to play!" Ding Anyi's hand kept twisting, and his scales rustled.

The little beggar laughed and said, "Okay, let's give it a try!"

Ding An smiled and looked at Da Miao, who also turned her chubby face to look at him.

not good!

With a loud "Awoo!", the big cat leaped up to a height of ten feet, turned around, and ran away.

Suddenly, a "crackling" sound was heard, and a hand flew out from four or five zhang away and grabbed Da Miao's neck with a "smack".

The big cat was so startled that it scratched the ground repeatedly, but it felt as if the back of its neck was as strong as Mount Tai. Apart from digging four holes in the ground, it did nothing to help.

So he slumped down, dejected, and gave up the fight.

With a series of mechanical clicks, Ding'an's prosthetic arm slowly retracted, gripping Da Miao's neck as it returned.

Hongxiu stared wide-eyed at Ding'an's prosthetic arm, which looked as elongated as rubber: "A severed arm, that was a cool move!"

Ding'an, carrying the big cat, chuckled and said, "I think it's amazing too! Little beggar, get ready, keep it up!"

The little beggar got into position and nodded seriously: "Let's go!"

Ding An shouted, "Go!" He suddenly pulled his prosthetic arm back and flew away with Big Meow for about ten feet.

Like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, with a "bang," Big Meow suddenly shot towards Little Beggar!
Big Meow was terrified, but she couldn't help herself and rolled over.

Red Sleeve laughed heartily, then flashed forward, raised her foot, and kicked the tiger in the rump, sending the big cat flying back.

Ding'an also found it amusing, so he used his prosthetic hand to suddenly pull the object far away, deflecting its momentum, and then threw it back.

And so, the two of them got their "tiger ball," and were overjoyed, playing with it back and forth.

On the other side, Ren Shaoyang had disappeared without a trace.

Scene change: Deep in a dense forest.

Ren Shaoyang slowly sheathed his sword. Sunlight shone down, casting golden rays that cascaded over him through the dense foliage.

Sword God Liang, as clear as an autumn lake, gradually disappeared into his robe sleeves.

Sixteen people died here; they tried to poison him, which affected their mood.

So Ren Shaoyang preemptively killed them.

Meanwhile, on a tree in the distance.

A fat monk wearing tattered robes and worn-out slippers was sticking his butt out, covering his head, and secretly watching.

The monk muttered to himself as he watched, "I don't understand it at all! Compared to the old man, his kung fu is like something from another world."

"You just said, 'little old man'?"

Suddenly, a cheerful voice came from behind the monk.

The monk was immediately terrified and jumped up, leaping several steps at a time, ready to jump down from the tree.

Just as he stood up, a hand suddenly shot out like lightning and grabbed his right ankle.

The monk kicked backward with his left foot, but suddenly felt a heat at the Sanyinjiao acupoint on his right foot. A force instantly traveled from his right foot to his left foot, and both legs went weak at the same time, leaving him powerless to struggle.

Suddenly, the hand loosened its grip.

The monk immediately lost his balance, cried out in pain, and tumbled to the treetop.

He slid down the slope, making a "snap" sound all the way, and kept crying out "Ouch!"

"Buddha, the honest monk is going to die!"

Finally, his head slammed heavily against the bottom tree root with a "bang".

The monk's eyes immediately widened, becoming like those of an eagle.

His head drooped, and he fell silent.

(End of this chapter)