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

Chapter 19 Some people came, some people couldn't come (Please read on, please vote!)
"The winds and rains from all directions are not as good as the rain from our Longmen Mountain."

Jin Xiangyu was wrapped in a coarse cloth wine flag, with the four characters "Longmen Inn" prominently displayed on his body.

The proprietress, barefoot and with a fawning expression, was speaking to the young man in front of her.

Ren Shaoyang dismounted, glanced at Jin Xiangyu a few times, and suddenly laughed, "What a great figure!" His voice was clear and his expression was open and honest.

Having seen many lustful men, Jin Xiangyu assumed the person before him was one as well, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Where does this distinguished guest come from?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Dripping Cliff."

The proprietress thought to herself, "Damn it, it really is that jinx!" But on the surface, her smile widened, and she subtly moved closer, asking in a lingering tone, "Why did you go?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Solve the problem."

Upon hearing this, Jin Xiangyu's heart skipped a beat: "Oh dear, is he trying to get rid of me?"

Seeing that he didn't exude any murderous intent, Jin Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, then thought to herself, "Judging from this, he's about to leave seclusion. Thank goodness."

Thinking of the great things that evil star had done across the street, the proprietress couldn't help but look around furtively.

Ren Shaoyang said irritably, "Don't bother looking. Even if there are pursuers, they won't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest."

Jin Xiangyu looked like she was crying, and her eyebrows were even shaped like the character "八" (eight).

"Sir, please have mercy! Our little place can't afford your troubles!"

"Then escort us through the border." Ren Shaoyang walked to the door, turned his head slightly, and glanced at her sideways. "The Eastern Depot is not easy to talk to. Do you think I, Ren, am easy to talk to?"

Seeing his shamelessness, Jin Xiangyu was so angry that her eyes went blurry. She spat inwardly and hurriedly went to the kitchen, waving to the workers, "Disaster! Disaster!"

Several men gathered around and asked what had happened.

When Jin Xiangyu recounted her encounter with Ren Shaoyang, everyone gasped in shock, their faces turning deathly pale.

They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The waiter's mind raced, and he whispered in Jin Xiangyu's ear, "Boss lady, the rare black storm is coming in a few days."

Jin Xiangyu's expression brightened. Having lived in the desert for a long time, she had naturally heard of the formidable reputation of the once-in-sixty-years desert black storm. Under such overwhelming divine might, what was the Eastern Depot? What was Ren Shaoyang? Even the entire Dragon Gate could be overturned!
The only place she could hide was her Dragon Gate Inn!
Seeing Jin Xiangyu smiling like a flower, the waiter's heart fluttered. He continued to approach and whispered, "Look, when the storm comes, the army won't dare to set off. At that time, only some江湖子 (jianghu zi, meaning people from the martial arts world) will be able to come here."

Jin Xiangyu frowned, slapped his big face away, covered her mouth and nose and cursed: "Fuck your mother, your mouth stinks, are you eating shit!"

The waiter was stunned. He covered his mouth with both hands, exhaled and sniffed, and was immediately made to roll his eyes back from the stench.

Upon seeing this, everyone burst into laughter.

"I'm afraid those who come will all be top-notch experts," Jin Xiangyu said, rubbing her chin. "It won't be easy then."

"Boss lady, what's so difficult about that? We'll help whoever wins!"

"Yeah, at worst we can escape beyond the Great Wall and come back when things calm down."

Upon hearing this, Jin Xiangyu clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Well said!" She said, enunciating each word clearly, "Whoever wins, we'll help them!"

When Ren Shaoyang entered the inn, the entire inn fell silent, and everyone turned to look at him.

The newcomer had a sharp, angular face, wore a tattered cotton-padded jacket, and had a fire poker tucked into his waistband.

The more people looked, the paler their faces became, until they turned deathly pale.

"Ren, Ren Shaoyang!"

Finally, someone let out a low gasp, followed by a continuous series of gasps, as if the air pressure had been lowered.

Just then, a scream came from upstairs, followed by thumping sounds, and a figure rushed over.

Ignoring the stares of others, Ren Shaoyang opened his arms and caught the petite body that rushed in, laughing loudly, "Little beggar, haha!"

He laughed loudly while hugging her and spinning her around.

Hongxiu screamed in terror, "You stinking cripple, you dead cripple, are you trying to spin me to death?!"

Ren Shaoyang then put her on the ground, chuckling incessantly.

Hongxiu was also very excited and burst into tears, clinging to his sleeve and refusing to let go.

Ren Shaoyang casually put his arm around her shoulder and looked up at Ding An.

Ding'an, holding the broken knife, tilted his head and looked at him with a silly grin.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow at him, lifted his chin, and clicked his tongue.

Ding'an looked at his lazy appearance and his bright eyes and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and imitated him by clicking his tongue.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze shifted and finally landed on the woman in black.

Qiu Moyan's eyes were slightly red as he cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Master Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang was puzzled and didn't know why Qiu Moyan was so excited to see him, but he still nodded.

"Thank you very much, Lady Qiu, for taking care of Ding'an and Hongxiu."

"Not at all, not at all." Qiu Moyan's lips twitched slightly, which could be considered a smile. "We support each other."

As they talked, they went upstairs. Qiu Moyan glanced around and then bowed to take her leave.

But when she returned to her room, closed the door, and shut out the noise,

Qiu Moyan's red lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant. She felt her knees go weak, and she quickly turned around, leaning against the door, and cried silently.

When she saw that it was Ren Shaoyang who came to the inn, not Zhou Huai'an.

I already understand it in my heart.

Zhou Huai'an has likely met with misfortune.
Qiu Moyan slowly lay down on her side, curling up on the ground. She covered her mouth to keep herself from making a sound, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing like a burst dam, dripping onto the ground.

She felt extremely cold and empty.

It felt like all the blood in my body had been drained, and all I wanted was a ray of sunshine or a flame to warm me up.

In a daze, she heard laughter and cheerful voices from next door.
"Crippled man, look!" Hongxiu grabbed Ren Shaoyang's collar, pulled it open, and counted, shouting, "You have thirteen more scars on your body!"

He slapped his back repeatedly with his palm: "If this arrow wound were any more to the left, you would have died!"

Ren Shaoyang, being thick-skinned and resilient, treated it as if she were giving him a massage, and said with a smile, "Isn't this a good thing!"

"You son of a bitch!" Hongxiu roared, twisting his ear hard. "Your clothes are all torn! I bought this for ten copper coins!"

He got angrier and angrier, and yanked on Ren Shaoyang's ear, making him scream in pain.

Hongxiu leaned closer and shouted, "I bought this for you, and you dared to break it?"

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed, "Those people are too vicious! Right? They cut off hands?"

"Yes, they are so bad."

Ding An saw Ren Shaoyang wink at him and was about to step forward to help him out of the predicament when he suddenly saw Hongxiu turn around with a stern face, and immediately changed the subject.

"Actually, you were also at fault, you cripple. How could you abandon us and go on alone?"

"Hmph!" Hongxiu released Ren Shaoyang's ear. "If you dare to do that again, I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Ren Shaoyang grimaced and tapped her, saying, "You little beggar, you speak so filthyly!"

"Swallow it back, swallow it back!"

"No, no!" Hongxiu covered her head, her tone stubborn. "If you swallow your swear words, your heart will be tainted."

Ding An and Ren Shaoyang: "⊙.⊙, ⊙.⊙"

"Ahem." Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but cough. "To make it easier for you, I brought you some delicious food."

“Delicious?!”

Upon hearing that there was something delicious to eat, Hongxiu immediately peeked out and shouted with joy.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and pulled a brown paper package out of the parcel.

When I turned around, I saw Hongxiu and Ding'an sitting obediently in a row.

Ren Shaoyang sighed and handed over the paper package.

Hongxiu eagerly opened it, and a strangely sweet fragrance wafted out: "Crippled man, it smells so good!"

Ren Shaoyang gave a thumbs up: "Chestnut cake, a Jiangnan pastry, high-end!"

Hongxiu and Ding'an didn't care about whether it was high-end or not; they immediately reached out, picked it up, and eagerly stuffed it into their mouths.

It was indeed soft and sweet upon tasting, a flavor they had never experienced before, and they couldn't help but praise it loudly.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, not bothering to compete with them, and simply poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Delicious, delicious!" Hongxiu stuffed her hands full. "Crippled man, where did you get this stuff?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The desert is short of supplies, but the martial arts heroes have no shortage of food."

He sneered and continued, "Take that big shot Tie Wanchao from the northern desert, for example. That old bastard is actually drinking chilled wine, eating Jiangnan pastries, and watching Western Region Hu girls dance deep in the desert." "I couldn't stand it, so I punched him three times, snatched the pastries, and ran away!"

As he said this, he chuckled, but when he turned his head, he saw Hongxiu next to him shouting and scratching her head, eating noisily, almost choking and rolling her eyes.

Ren Shaoyang was secretly furious and gave the little beggar a flick on the forehead.

The little beggar, his mouth stuffed full, immediately spat out bits of food flying everywhere, glaring angrily at him.

Ren Shaoyang handed him a cup of tea: "Eat slowly, don't choke!"

Hongxiu smiled broadly again and finally swallowed the pastry with tea.

Ren Shaoyang seemed to be absentmindedly looking around, and when he saw the curved sword at her waist, he raised an eyebrow.

"Little beggar, have you practiced the sword techniques from that sword manual?"

“I’ve practiced.” Hongxiu picked up a piece of pastry.

"How's the training going?"

"You're being a bit reckless!"

Ren Shaoyang asked in confusion, "What does 'acting foolishly' mean?"

"After practicing, it felt like there was a fire burning inside me, and I felt like I couldn't stand anyone, and I always wanted to slash them!"

As Hongxiu chewed, she said, "I used to think this scimitar was beautiful, but now I think it's too thin, too flimsy, and not satisfying!"

After saying that, she glanced at him furtively and picked up a piece of pastry.

Ren Shaoyang snorted and said, "You greedy girl, all you care about is eating!"

Hongxiu didn't take it seriously, stuffed the pastry into her mouth, hesitated for a moment, then took a few pieces and was about to leave.

But before leaving, he picked up another piece, took a big bite for himself, and held it to Ren Shaoyang's lips, saying, "Do you want some?"

"Starving bastard!" Ren Shaoyang said angrily, pointing to the package. "There's more."

Hongxiu glanced at the brown paper package peeking out from the parchment, turned her head away, ate while secretly laughing, and skipped out the door.

After the little beggar left, Ding'an laughed heartily.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled, "Qiu Moyan is a good person, otherwise the little beggar wouldn't be willing to give others good food."

Ding An's smile faded, and he sighed, "Hongxiu has been putting on a brave face these past few days, and only after seeing you has she been able to relax."

Ren Shaoyang said, "It will be soon. In a few more days, we will be able to live with dignity."

Ding An nodded, then asked, "Are your injuries alright?"

"Don't worry," Ren Shaoyang said, "He's fine now." He glanced at Ding An, "And you? How's your control over that 'fire energy'?"

Ding An was taken aback, then smiled bitterly and said, "I have no clue. I can only use it when I'm angry. Otherwise, it's like a dead snake, completely motionless."

"Plundering is like fire, greed for blood is like lust, why use a second strike to kill?" Ren Shaoyang said leisurely. "Ding'an, if you don't have the determination to fight to the death, how can you use this 'Fire Greed Strike'?"

"Fire greedily cuts?" Ding'an muttered.

"During the Jingtai era, a 'Sword King of the Nine Provinces' emerged in the martial arts world. This man once dominated the Central Plains for more than ten years. However, he was later beaten so badly that he was powerless to resist. In his impotent rage, he abandoned his sword and took up a saber, thus creating a strange saber technique known as 'Fire Greedy One-Sword Technique'."

Ren Shaoyang spoke eloquently, his eyes unfocused, actually reading aloud words that appeared out of thin air.

Indeed, after he used his cheat code to translate the sword manual, he was so shocked to learn that it was actually created by Fang Zijing and that Qin Zhonghai had used it to establish his formidable reputation as "Fire Greedy One Blade" that he was speechless.

Unfortunately, this sword manual lacks the strongest technique, "Burning City with Blazing Fire," thus dropping from a "highly admired" level manual to "sufficiently powerful."

Nevertheless, it is still no less exquisite than the Blood Saber Manual, the Wudang Mysterious Saber Technique, or the Qin Family Village Five Tigers Saber Technique!
"Wow!" Ding An's face lit up with admiration. "This swordsmanship is truly remarkable!"

"It's true that you have a powerful background," Ren Shaoyang added silently, "but you've only mastered half of the swordsmanship, so you're neither here nor there."

Ding An stared blankly at him, her heart churning like a turbulent sea, and her expression changed several times in a short while.

After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Crippled man, help me."

Ren Shaoyang looked up at the window and saw thick clouds rolling in the high sky, with a crescent moon appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

"Breathe in and out to cultivate your Qi, and use your senses to sharpen your spirit."

The young man looked at Ding An and gently tapped his chest with his finger.

"The blade severs the flesh, the heart severs the soul. If you can comprehend the one-armed sword technique, you can naturally comprehend your own sword intent!"

Ding An asked in a trembling voice, "My...my sword intent?"

Ren Shaoyang handed him the teacup: "Don't worry, I believe in yourself even more than you do!"

"it is good!"

Ding'an took the bottle and gulped it down, as if he were having a fit of hysteria.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Take your time, the results will not disappoint those who work hard."

Upon hearing this, Ding An nodded firmly.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ren Shaoyang prepared to get up and leave. Before leaving, he thought of something and asked Ding An.

"By the way, although this sword technique is different from 'Fire Greedy Strike,' calling it 'Flying Sand and Stones' is also inappropriate. Have you thought of a new name?"

"Ah, ah?"

Ding An realized what was happening, slammed his hand on the table, and said excitedly, "Perfect timing! I just came up with a new name a couple of days ago. How about 'Blazing Blade, Unrivaled Great Sword that Sweeps the World'? What do you think?"

Ren Shaoyang said expressionlessly, "Oh, it's called 'Residual Flame Blade Technique'."

"Ah, no, no. It's 'The Fiery Blade, the Unrivaled Great Sword that Sweeps the World.'" Ding An's one arm created afterimages.

boom!
He got hit on the head.

Ding'an covered his head and screamed in agony.

Ren Shaoyang's face was ashen: "Let's call it 'Residual Flame Blade Technique'!"

At this moment, Hongxiu returned after delivering the pastries to Qiu Moyan.

It's getting late.

The three talked for a while longer, but the little beggar was extremely sleepy. His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't keep them open no matter how hard he tried, so he closed his eyes and lowered his head.

The words of Ren Shaoyang and Ding An seemed to fade into the distance as she listened, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, she slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Ren Shaoyang heard a soft snoring sound beside him, turned his head and saw that the little beggar had already fallen asleep.

He gently carried her back to bed and covered her with a blanket: "If you're sleepy, go to bed. Why are you forcing yourself to stay awake?"

Ding'an looked at him and suddenly asked, "Crippled man, where is your hometown?"

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, wondering why he asked that. After a slight hesitation, he replied, "Yanjing? What's wrong?"

Ding An nodded and said, "I knew you weren't from around here. That arrogance of yours was really jarring."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Really? Go to sleep early." With that, he left the room and went downstairs.

Ding An's words left Ren Shaoyang somewhat dazed.

He once lived in a stable but boring world where people only thought about making more money, eating good food, and having fun.

Although he was bedridden for the last five years, the suffering he endured was beyond what outsiders could understand.

But he still misses it and is reluctant to leave that world.

However, now that he has come to this cannibalistic world, he has a family, a healthy body, and even amazing martial arts skills.

Is it good or bad?

Ren Shaoyang didn't want to think about it, nor did he care to.

Because he knew that these were just unfounded sentimentalities, useless for struggling to survive.

He only asks for two things now.

Alive.

Take them with you and live well.
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It was midnight, but the lobby was still brightly lit; all the martial arts practitioners had already fled.

Only Jin Xiangyu, looking dejected, remained, grumbling as he washed the dishes.

Ren Shaoyang walked to the center of the hall, ordered wine and dishes, and began to eat. He had led the people from the Eastern Depot around the desert for a day and a night, and now they could finally have a hot meal.

Just then, the inn's door opened.

Outside, the wind howled and the thick clouds hung low as if pressing down on our heads.

A young man dressed in a blue robe and carrying a sword strode into the Dragon Gate Inn, accompanied by a gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)