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

Chapter 339 Yellow River Overlord
The Huanhua branch is located in Yangshuo.

Coincidentally, Ren Shaoyang and his two companions fought a great battle with Pang Ban in Yangshuo in the last century, which was also the beginning of their rise to fame.

The horse finally led the way, and Ren Shaoyang sat on the donkey cart, letting the donkey roam freely. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar mountain scenery on both sides, he couldn't help but recite:
"Tao Qian's five willows in Pengze, Pan Yue's flowers in Heyang, neither can compare to Yangshuo, where people live in Bilian Peak."

Ma Jingzhong finally asked, "Did Ren Jianshen recite Shen Bin's 'Yangshuo Bilian Peak'?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Manager Ma is quite the connoisseur."

"How am I considered refined?" Ma Jingzhong waved his hand and laughed. "It's just that my wife likes to recite these poems, so I've learned them from her."

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang asked, "Well-educated and reasonable, Steward Ma is very fortunate."

Ma Jingzhong laughed heartily and said, "My wife is in Lingui. Once things are settled here, I will go back to see her."

Wow, look at how well that flag is planted!

Ren Shaoyang asked, seemingly casually, "Does Steward Ma have any children?"

Ma Jingzhong smiled gently and said, "I just got pregnant, due next year."

Come on.

Ren Shaoyang sighed inwardly and offered his congratulations.

The group walked quickly and soon entered Yangshuo town. When they stopped in front of a grand and imposing restaurant built over the water, they found that...

The three villains fell silent for a moment.

Ma Jingzhong finally asked, "Do you all dislike this place?"

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Ren Shaoyang sighed, “it’s just that I didn’t expect this restaurant to still be here after all this time.”

Ma Jingzhong raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Have the three of you been here before?"

"Of course I've been here!"

Then Hongxiu chuckled and said, "We have a very deep impression of this place!"

Ma Jingzhong laughed heartily: "That's great! Returning to one's homeland is a good thing." With that, he raised his hand, "Everyone, please!"

The three villains chuckled and entered the restaurant. They went up to the second floor and, as usual, found a seat by the window.

It was noon when Ren Shaoyang and his group sat down; the area around them was already full.

The waiter quickly came forward and asked with a smile, "What would you like, sir?"

Ma Jingzhong said, "Beef, roast chicken, steamed fish, pork rice noodles, stir-fried bamboo shoots, 'ants climbing a tree' (a Sichuan dish), almond tofu, and a duck feet hot pot!"

"Alright!" The waiter was about to go downstairs to serve the dishes.

"slow!"

Suddenly seeing Hongxiu raise her hand to stop him, Ma Jingzhong's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "What instructions does Miss Hongxiu have?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "Make it a little spicier."

"Hey~" the guy breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Our chili peppers are really strong!"

The little beggar nodded in satisfaction: "That's good! I can't eat without chili peppers!"

After the waiter came downstairs, Ren Shaoyang looked around.

There were many people on the second floor, men, women, young and old, some carrying guns and sticks.

Everyone drank and ate, chatting and laughing, discussing recent major events in the martial arts world.

The other tables were relatively quiet.

Nearby were three middle-aged men, dressed in dark blue silk trousers and jackets, snow-white socks, and blue black shoes; they were all over forty years old.

They drank their wine with relish, occasionally nibbling on some food, whispering to each other in hushed tones, and some even hummed along to the offbeat singing downstairs.

They look very relaxed.

It's like a typical nouveau riche from the countryside getting together, getting drunk, and then going back to play hide-and-seek with his concubines.

If Ren Shaoyang hadn't seen their soft, boneless, and unusually fair hands...

"The cripple is from the Tang Clan."

The little beggar's voice echoed in my heart.

Ren Shaoyang and Ma Jingzhong raised a glass to each other, silently replying as they drank: "It's them."

"The Tang Clan?" Hongxiu frowned. "What are they doing here again?"

Ren Shaoyang and Ma Jingzhong showered each other with compliments, but their inner voices grew increasingly calm:
"The Tang Clan is no pushover either. Old Madam Tang, an extremely ambitious woman, is in charge of the overall situation. There are Tang Clan experts spies under the Power Gang and under King Zhu, and their intention to usurp the power of the world is very clear."

Hongxiu narrowed her eyes: "You mean, another group of people has arrived?"

Ren Shaoyang drank another cup with Ma Jingzhong, thinking to himself, "They're all bad people, let's kill them."

“That makes sense.” Hongxiu nodded secretly, then continued, “What about that other table?”

Ren Shaoyang put down his wine glass and looked up.

At the corner of the building, a handsome middle-aged man in a black robe and tall hat was seen leading a young boy to eat.

The man in black robes was tall and imposing, towering over everyone even when seated. Yet, his face was refined and his demeanor was magnanimous. Deep wrinkles lined the corners of his eyes, giving him a sense of weariness.

suddenly!

As if sensing something, the man in black robes slightly turned his head and glanced sideways at Ren Shaoyang.

How perceptive!

Ren Shaoyang looked away and nodded slightly to him.

After carefully examining Ren Shaoyang's face, the man in black robes was clearly taken aback.

His eyes were filled with great doubt.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang had already turned back, thinking to himself with a smile, "A rare talent indeed."

"How good is it?"

"Similar to Zhu Xiawu."

"interesting."

Just then, footsteps sounded, and a waiter carrying a tray came running upstairs: "Sir, the food and drinks are here!"

The three villains turned around at the same time, reacting even faster than when encountering an enemy.

After the waiter set out the food and drinks, everyone felt hungry and started eating without any hesitation.

The people around them didn't speak, and neither did they.

We traveled straight from Chengdu to Yangshuo, enduring hardships and sleeping outdoors. Now that someone is treating us to a meal, we should naturally eat to our hearts' content.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, "Brother Ma, thank you for your hospitality." He took a sip of tea, held the cup, and said, "I enjoyed the meal very much."

Ma Jingzhong was somewhat stunned, then looked up and said, "Ren Jianshen, my wife's surname is Ouyang, and her name is Shanyi."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Why did you suddenly bring up your sister-in-law's name out of the blue?"

Ma Jingzhong said, "The reason I mention her name is because she has a nickname, 'Bewitching Charm'."

"so what?"

"So you've all taken the best sleeping potion in the martial arts world!"

A cold laugh suddenly rang out in the restaurant.

Then the three middle-aged men stood up and walked towards Ren Shaoyang and his two companions.

Ma Jingzhong looked at the three people opposite him, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and bowed deeply: "Gentlemen, I deserve to die. If I have wronged you in any way, I will repay you by being your slave in the next life."

Ding An was somewhat stunned: "You drugged us?" He frowned, puzzled, "What's the big deal? Tell me! Why provoke us in the first place?"

Ma Jingzhong smiled bitterly and said, "Knife Emperor Li, Sword God Ren, Heroine Hongxiu, I had no choice but to do this. This dish contains 'Three-Day Powder'."

Ren Shaoyang interrupted, "Your wife was coerced?"

Ma Jingzhong said, "That's right! They found my wife and used our unborn child as a hostage." As he spoke, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly, "I am sorry for repaying your kindness with enmity. Let the next generation repay this kindness."

Among the three middle-aged men, the one in the lead, with a crooked eyebrow and a sly look, chuckled, "Hey, this kid's a hypocrite, pretending to be virtuous while being a prostitute?"

His gaze swept past Ren Shaoyang, and his eyes lit up as he said, "The 'One-Sword Immortal' with such a great reputation is actually still a novice. Not bad."

The other two exchanged a glance, and one of them laughed, "Big brother, you get to have the first drink!"

Another person chuckled wickedly, "I love eating leftovers and drinking leftover soup."

As the three were laughing, they suddenly heard Hongxiu giggle as well.

The leader said coldly, "You little bitch, what are you laughing at?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "I find it funny that you two are like this."

"What do you mean?"

Red-sleeved Bear spreads his hands: "Do we look like we've been poisoned?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Jingzhong's eyes widened, and the three middle-aged men turned pale.

The leader couldn't help but shout, "Didn't you eat all the food?"

“Yes, I ate them all,” Ren Shaoyang said calmly. “It’s just a pity that Hongxiu’s ‘Heavenly Wrath True Qi’ is very peculiar. Even if she swallowed the Heartbreak Powder directly, she would be fine.”

"Moreover, my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' can also be transferred to others." Hongxiu raised her fist and said with a grin, "So that they can also be immune to all poisons."

Listening to the two of them talking at once, they were extremely proud of themselves.

Ma Jingzhong and the three middle-aged men looked increasingly worse.

The leader took a step back: "You three thugs, do you intend to kill members of the Tang Clan?"

Another person, blustering but weak-willed, said, "The Power Gang and the Yangtze River Waterway are already determined to kill you. Do you still dare to provoke the Tang Clan?"

Another person sneered, "If you offend the Tang Clan, we'll cut off all ten of your fingers and gouge out your eyes. Those who choose to commit suicide will be spared, but if you need someone to do it, your whole body will be covered in honey and bitten by thousands of insects, or you'll be torn to pieces by a hundred knives!"

"Hongxiu, you handle this."

Ren Shaoyang's voice came from another direction. It turned out that while the three men were threatening them, he had already walked to the table of the middle-aged man in black robes and sat down.

Hongxiu said sweetly, "Okay." She extended her index finger and gently flicked it.

The chopsticks on the table flew with lightning speed, piercing the temple of the leader. The man made a groaning sound and fell to the ground, dead.

The remaining two men and Ma Jingzhong were all startled and quickly turned and ran away.

Just then, the chopstick stuck in his temple snapped with a "crack".

The two members of the Tang family suddenly felt a pain in the back of their heads. They had been pierced by a piece of wood from a chopstick and their heads hit the ground, causing their brains to splatter.

Seeing this, Ma Jingzhong stopped running, gave a bitter laugh, then pulled out a sharp blade and plunged it into his abdomen, shouting, "You don't need to do it, I'll do it myself!"

But just as Ma Jingzhong shouted, Ding An's prosthetic hand had already grabbed his wrist.

In terms of strength alone, Ding An, who possesses the power of a prosthetic hand, is no less capable than Ren Shaoyang.

Therefore, Ma Jingzhong's sharp blade could no longer be inserted.

Ding An said in a deep voice, "I think you can still be saved. Let's discuss how to save your wife!"

Ma Jingzhong opened his eyes wide, somewhat incredulous: "Emperor Li Dao, I would rather die than have you forgive me."

Hongxiu stepped forward and said calmly, "Those we think deserve to die, they cannot live. Those we think deserve to live, we will not allow to die."

Ma Jingzhong looked at them and suddenly sighed, saying, "How domineering!"

"Thank you." Hongxiu smiled. "That's how we do things."

On the other side, Ren Shaoyang sat opposite the man in black robes and the boy, and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is Ren Shaoyang."

The man in black smiled slightly, spoke in a soft, gloomy voice, and replied without any anger, "Hello, my name is Ouyang Du."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roof tiles shook, and all the bowls and chopsticks on the second floor suddenly jumped up, a full foot high.

Just as the shattered pieces were about to fall and scatter all over the ground with a clatter,

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Master of the Yellow River, I've long admired your name!"

His voice was like a booming bell, extending in all directions, yet unexpectedly gentle and soothing, like a gentle breeze caressing everything. Everyone present felt their bodies and minds lighten, followed by a gentle force enveloping the area.

Like a wad of cotton, it gently and softly wraps the bowls and chopsticks that are halfway up the table, and falls back into place.

"Excellent!" Ouyang Du exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table. "What a brilliant Buddhist technique!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Mr. Ouyang's 'Blood River Divine Skill' has also broadened my horizons."

Ouyang Du sighed, "But it can't compare to your effortless mastery."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Mr. Ouyang is quite capable, but he is bound by a small circle that is not big or small. Now he is just one step away from breaking through."

Ouyang's single eye lit up, and he laughed loudly, "Brother Ren, you're right! I'm always bound by other people's reasoning and haven't figured out my own. I've come to you now to break out of this 'circle'!"

"You trust me that much?" Ren Shaoyang smiled. "I thought you came because of the blood donkey cart."

"Hahaha!"

Ouyang Du laughed loudly, "Whether it's for fame or for profit, meeting the Sword God of our time is the real good thing."

Ren Shaoyang raised his glass in a toast and said, "If you want to witness my Dragon-Capturing Technique, have a drink with me first."

Ouyang Du laughed and said, "I couldn't be happier!"

(End of this chapter)