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

Chapter 227 The copy is opened

"Snap! Eek!"

The prison doors were wide open.

The cell was filled with the sound of footsteps.

Then six or seven jailers walked into the cell, each holding a steel knife, their expressions cold and stern.

A dignified-looking middle-aged man at the head of the group shouted, "Don't let the culprit escape!"

The men behind him pointed at the three people in the cell: "Chief Constable, look! They haven't run away yet!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he shouted sternly, "Capture them! If they resist, kill them without mercy!"

Chief Constable?
Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and saw that he walked with a steady gait and light movements, with the air of "a dragon in hibernation stirring before thunder, a tree in the wind swaying its branches."

Clearly, this man has mastered Shaolin Kung Fu. Combined with his identity as the chief constable, this middle-aged man is none other than He Qiyang, the chief constable of the three provinces who framed Han Bai!

On the other side, at He Qiyang's command, several jailers untied the iron locks and put them over the heads of the two men.

Ren Shaoyang glanced down, but before he could make any move, a loud "clang" was heard, and several streaks of blue starlight flashed by.

He Qiyang was startled by the sudden appearance of the blue light and quickly retreated, his face pale.

The jailers stared at the fleeting blue light, completely bewildered.

Suddenly, they felt a chill in their chests, and all their strength vanished instantly. At that moment, a powerful force surged through them, and they were all sent flying back ten feet away, crashing to the ground and remaining motionless.

Someone stepped forward to check and saw that blood was gushing from the chests of these men, indicating that the sword wounds had pierced their hearts and that they had died while still airborne.

A moment of silence fell over the prison.

Everyone stared at the white robe in utter astonishment.

What amazes people is who this person is, and what horrifies them is his ruthless methods.

He Qiyang felt the gaze sweep over him from the white-robed man, and his whole body went cold. He had been ordered by Ma Junsheng to deliberately frame Han Bai and throw him into Huangzhou prison.

He never dreamed that someone would break him out of prison, and that such a skilled martial artist would do so.

He Qiyang composed himself and said in a trembling voice, "Who is my friend? I am He Qiyang, the Chief Constable of the Three Provinces. Why have you gone to such lengths to harm me?"

"It came without any effort."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, patted Han Bai, who was being carried by the little beggar, glanced at the wound on his shoulder, and said, "You harmed my friend, so it's only right that I kill you in his place."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot, and a "whoosh" was heard.

The iron chains on the ground suddenly flew up, like a dragon or snake wagging its tail, and circled around the area, smashing the brains of the remaining jailers. After killing several of them, the momentum did not diminish, and it headed straight for He Qiyang.

Seeing the iron chain coming with a fierce wind, He Qiyang immediately shouted, "Hah!" and pulled out the iron ruler with his backhand, striking down hard.

With a loud thud, the iron ruler struck the lock's head, sparks flying everywhere. But the chain, as if it were alive, slammed into He Qiyang's face with a "whoosh," leaving him disfigured and trembling on the ground.

"You, you band of scoundrels, how dare you attack an official of the imperial court! The imperial court will not let you get away with this! Shaolin will not let you get away with this! The Eight Schools Alliance will not let you get away with this!"

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu were about to leave, He Qiyang mustered his last strength and screamed in agony.

Ren Shaoyang ignored him and continued walking out step by step.

Hongxiu walked to the door, held it with one hand, turned around and stuck out her tongue at him, laughing as she said, "I'm closing the door!"

With a slight effort, the large iron gate slammed shut with a loud "bang," extinguishing the sunlight and drowning out He Qiyang's desperate curses.
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Han Bai felt very bad.

He felt pain all over his body, as if his head was splitting open, and his meridians were filled with a ferocious, restless fire poison that surged and churned. He wanted to scream in madness, but no sound came out.

Just then, he gradually regained consciousness.

It felt like a large hand was pressing heavily on his chest, and as the hand pressed and released, a cool breeze seemed to seep into his nose.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Bai slowly opened his eyes.

Then I saw that there was a crowd of people in front of me.

There were humans and animals, men and women, some with full beards and others with smooth jaws.

Then he saw Xi Yingzhen, Xiao Ban Daoren, the Three Fiends, and the White Donkey gathered together, watching Han Bai. Seeing that he had woken up, they all grinned. Han Bai couldn't help but feel embarrassed, thinking, "Oh dear, why are they all staring at me? Did I embarrass myself again?"

Then Ding An laughed and said, "Xiao Bai, now that you're awake, quickly follow my internal energy and circulate your qi. It took you three years to master this skill, so now you can cultivate and heal at the same time."

Upon hearing this, Han Bai was overjoyed. He knew that even Chi Zunxin was astonished by the skill he and Hongxiu had cultivated.

Now that Ding'an is leading me through his meridians, isn't this a blessing from heaven?
Han Bai's mind immediately sank. As Ding An's true energy circulated, he heard Ding An humming a little tune softly, while another heavy steel hand reached out and pressed against his chest.

With each press and release, like a bellows, Han Bai forced his breath into his lungs. He focused his mind and circulated his internal energy. Strangely enough, his true energy, which had previously been scattered, now, after a long period of concentration, felt his dantian throbbing and his heart burning. The true energy in his "Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian" was flowing rapidly.

Han Bai was overjoyed. He calmed himself down, guided his inner energy, and after a while, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep in a daze.

"Xiao Bai's internal energy is truly remarkable. In terms of healing, it can almost be compared to the legendary 'Longevity Formula'," Xi Yingzhen said, stroking his beard. "Moreover, it is pure and yang in nature, making it an extremely rare and divine skill!"

By this time, it was already dark. Xi Yingzhen went to the side, took five lamps of tung oil, and casually twisted the wicks to light them one after another. At that moment, they all shone brightly, illuminating the entire room.

After Xi Yingzhen finished preparing, he clapped his hands and said, "The room is too dark, it's not good for healing." He pointed to the little Taoist priest and said, "Fat Taoist priest, give me a hand, everyone else can leave."

The three villains and the donkey were immediately kicked out of the room by Xi Yingzhen. After sitting at the door for a while, they found that there was no major problem. Seeing that it was getting late, Hongxiu and Ding'an went back to their respective rooms.

Ren Shaoyang, carrying a jug of "Peach Blossom Wine," walked alone to the pavilion in the courtyard. On the stone table inside the pavilion, Xi Yingzhen's unfinished game of chess still lay there.

Ren Shaoyang sat on the stone bench, holding a black chess piece in one hand. He looked up at the sky, where the moon was high in the sky, the stars were sparse, and the surrounding mountains looked like menacing monsters.

Peach blossoms drift in the wind, bringing with them a sweet fragrance.

Ren Shaoyang relaxed and his spiritual senses extended. He gently tapped the black chess piece on the stone table, yet he was able to sense everything in the world. The sounds of the wind, falling flowers, waterfalls, and villagers' voices rose and fell, melodious and harmonious, perfectly complementing each other.

During this time, his thoughts drifted to the new instance.

Battle of Sweet Mountain.

This is one of the most outstanding and detailed battles in Wen Lao's "Who is the Hero" series. This battle can be said to have directly influenced the direction of the "Who is the Hero" series.

The incident began when Fu Zongshu ordered Wang Xiaoshi to assassinate Zhuge Zhengwo, but Wang Xiaoshi killed him instead and escaped.

Cai Jing then sought out Yuan Shisanxian to deal with Zhuge Shenhou, and used the death of "Tianyi Youfeng" to lure out his father, Xu Xiaoyi.

Xu Xiaoyi, seeking revenge and also for Wang Xiaoshi's sake, spread the news of assassinating Cai Jing.

Yuan Shisanxian keenly perceived Xu Xiaoyi's strategy and immediately decided to ambush them at Tianshan.

At this point, a major battle was imminent.

In the original work, Yuan Shisanxian, Tianyi Jushi, and Zhuge Shenhou are undoubtedly the three strongest, both in terms of strategy and martial arts.

Yuan Shisanxian's "Mountain Character Sutra," "Bodhidharma's Golden Body," and "Heartbreaking Little Arrow," as well as Zhuge Xiaohua's "Stunning Shot," and Tianyi Jushi Xu Xiaoyi's formations, all left a very deep impression.

Especially the "Mountain Classic" – a divine skill.

The original work clearly states that it is a mental cultivation method, the core of which lies in "manipulating thoughts and breaking through cognitive limitations", which enhances the power of other martial arts by distorting the perception of reality.

It is also commonly known as "I'm Thinking Divine Skill" or "Green Skin Divine Skill".

The reason why Yuan Shisanxian had to cultivate in conjunction with the "Endurance Divine Skill" was that the deeper the pain he endured, the stronger the "Mountain Character Classic" would amplify his will, forming a cyclical amplification from "pain" to "power".

However, this approach is too opportunistic and will inevitably backfire.

Because he had been forced to practice the incomplete manual, his spirit was on the verge of collapse. As a result, his originally talented and heroic "original spirit" eventually turned into a madman, and his obsession with Zhuge Zhengwo was catalyzed into a demon in his heart by the technique.

As for the "immortality" characteristic that many people believe in, this is actually an adaptation of the TV series, which is an interesting anecdote about how the film and television adaptation negatively impacted the original work.

Ren Shaoyang slowly sorted out his thoughts and realized that the enemy he was facing this time was the mad Yuan Shisanxian, whose martial arts were far more unpredictable than before, and whose disciples formed the "Six Harmonies Azure Dragon Formation" which was also incomparably powerful.

Furthermore, the world of Wenshu is dangerous, and the characters are monstrous. You must never be careless. Only by being more ruthless and decisive than them can you survive and complete the dungeon!
Ren Shaoyang looked at the big, round moon in the sky and a smile spread across his face: "Fortune favors the bold."

Is the Sweet Mountain Bloodbath dungeon open?

Ren Shaoyang smiled nonchalantly.

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)