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

Chapter 377 Hidden Dragon Blueprint
The sword's cry echoes across the vast sky, causing thousands of troops to flee in terror at the sight of the white-robed warrior.

With the divine sword that captures the dragon in hand, who in the world can rival its magnificence?
As the powerful poem was recited, its lingering sound echoed, and Ren Shaoyang disappeared down the mountain path.

Only Shui Lianying remained, looking shocked, muttering to herself: "A thousand armies flee from the white-robed warrior, the divine sword to capture the dragon is already in hand, who in the world is more dashing than him?"

White robe!

The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon!

The Lord's Earl!
She suddenly raised her head, looked up at the summit of Mount Tai, and stared in disbelief:
"The White-Robed Sword God!"

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang had already slowly walked up to the Jade Emperor Peak.

But then they saw the two people standing facing each other.

One of them was dressed in blue, with a handsome and elegant appearance, like a celestial being.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, with a scruffy beard, looking like a beggar.

Strangely enough, the beggar was not old, but he looked tired and lifeless, like a little old man, and even looked older than the man in blue.

The beggar, who is also the protagonist of this world, Yue Zhiyang, suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed, "Strange, these clouds are really strange!"

The man in blue, Liang Siqin, turned his head to look.

In the deep twilight, the clouds in the sky churned and rolled, and a white cloud hung low, stretching and contracting as it approached the two.

"Heaven sends murderous intent!"

Liang Siqin was startled and exclaimed in surprise, "No, this is sword energy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an immense and powerful sword intent coming from all directions.

A storm is brewing.

The two men, their hair and beards flying and their clothes billowing, stood motionless, gazing intently at the mountain path.

The person appeared to be slowly rising from the edge of a cliff.

The first thing you see is a head of messy yet orderly hair, with a peculiar texture that shimmers in the setting sun, making it seem not as hair, but as a piece of dark gauze.

Then he saw a handsome face full of spirit, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a scarlet bloodstain between his eyebrows, which added to his unparalleled murderous aura.

Liang Siqin's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

The next instant, the man stepped onto the last stone step, revealing a white robe that billowed like clouds, as if he were about to ride the wind and return home.

Liang Siqin made no movement of his lips, but Le Zhiyang heard it clearly, and his ears rang as if thunder was roaring.

"Ren the Sword God!"

As if echoing Liang Siqin's voice, Ren Shaoyang drifted to the opposite side of the two, his gaze meeting theirs at the same time. He chuckled and said, "Hello everyone, good morning, uh..."

Looking at the setting sun, he shook his head and smiled, "Good evening, everyone."

Le Zhiyang was surprised, but seeing the man looking at him with a half-smile, he cupped his hands in return and said, "Hello, my name is Le Zhiyang."

“I know you,” Ren Shaoyang said with a grin. “Entering Taoism through music, that’s impressive.”

Le Zhiyang asked in surprise, "I have never met you before, young master, so how do you know me?"

"To know is to know."

Ren Shaoyang casually threw a punch, which landed on thin air.

Buzz~!

A muffled thud was heard, followed by a great commotion, like a thousand thunderclaps bursting forth and ten thousand cavalry charging in.

"Heavenly Drum!" Yue Zhiyang's eyes widened. "How could Young Master Ren possess my unique martial art?"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and laughed, "I don't know the 'Mystic Music Flying Scripture,' this is the supernatural power of my 'Heavenly Melody'."

"Supernatural powers?"

Le Zhiyang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he silently twirled his fingers.

Ren Shaoyang felt something different. His own true energy and blood suddenly stirred, and a rustling sound appeared in his ears, turning into a melodious zither melody that soothed his fierce aura.

"Good!" Liang Siqin suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Playing the zither requires a kindred spirit, and practicing martial arts requires an opponent. Le Zhiyang, your 'Heavenly Zither' style is indeed impressive!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded in agreement: "The heart of the zither should be like water. The player must first purify his heart. Only in stillness can movement arise, and only then can the wonder be found in the obscure. Thank you, Ren, for helping me purify my heart."

Yue Zhiyang lowered his hand, and the invisible zither music immediately dissipated.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers are tranquil, and the wind and clouds are still.

He sighed, "Your mind is so clear and free from worldly concerns; you are truly the only one I have ever seen. A remarkable person indeed!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "I don't lie."

"Then, how did you know about me, young master?"

Just as Ren Shaoyang was about to speak, Liang Siqin suddenly said, "Le Zhiyang, this Senior Ren has an amazing background, so it's normal that he knows about you."

Le Zhiyang was even more interested: "Mr. Liang, what is your background, young master?"

Liang Siqin did not reply, but walked up to Ren Shaoyang and bowed deeply: "Siqin greets Lord Ren!"

Wait a minute!

Le Zhiyang's eyes widened in shock, and he almost screamed.

Uncle?

what the hell!

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "Are you a descendant of Liang Xiao and Xiaoshuang?"

"Yes!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then asked, "Where is Liu Yingying?"

Liang Siqin said, "Back then, Second Grandmother had a big fight with Grandfather and went back to Tianshan, never to be seen again."

Ren Shaoyang was speechless for a moment. After a long silence, he said softly, "They are too similar, like two hedgehogs. They can love passionately, but it is difficult for them to stay together for a lifetime."

Liang Siqin nodded and sighed.

"Where is Xue?"

This unexpected statement startled Liang Siqin, who then said, "According to my father, Third Grandmother was always in poor health and passed away only a few years after arriving on the island."

Ren Shaoyang was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Back then, during the bloody battle of Qiantang, Xue bled too much to save Liang Xiao. But she died in Liang Xiao's arms as his lover, which can be considered as her wish being fulfilled."

Liang Siqin remained silent. He didn't really know Ah Xue; he had only seen that cold tombstone. After all, he was raised by Liu Yingying and Hua Xiaoshuang, and he felt more attached to them.

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Times have changed, and old friends are like fallen leaves in the wind. The young men and women who fought their way out of the encirclement together back then have all withered away."

Liang Siqin said softly, "But you haven't changed at all, Lord." Staring at him, her surprise intensified. "Not even a trace!"

“How could there be no change?” Ren Shaoyang pointed to the Yellow River, which resembled a golden ribbon. “A thousand years later, the Yellow River will no longer be able to rage against the people, but will be as docile as the lines on a palm, bringing blessings to humanity. If the mountains and rivers are like this, how much more so will people be?” Liang Siqin was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, “What you say makes sense, Lord.”

"Don't call me Uncle anymore," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "I'll call you Xiao Liang, and you can call me Mr. Ren."

“Mr. Ren’s character is indeed as my grandfather described.” Liang Siqin laughed and went along with it, “He is both bold and lazy, and is the most wonderful person in the world besides Master Jiuru.”

"This boy!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the drifting clouds in the sky and laughed, "Liang Xiao is a man of strong character and unyielding integrity. You are his grandson, so how can you be so lifeless and despondent?"

Liang Siqin's smile faded, and he said indifferently, "True friends are hard to find, and no one knows my true heart. If I achieve nothing in my life, I can only live day to day."

"Are you still holding a grudge against Zhu Yuanzhang?"

"I am just laughing at myself for using unrealistic ideas like 'suppressing Confucianism and limiting imperial power' to oppose Zhu Yuanzhang."

"You're just too selfish."

Liang Siqin was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, Mr. Ren?"

Le Zhiyang also found this statement unexpected and asked, "I'm also confused."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're so selfish that you think others aren't selfish?"

Liang Siqin was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he finally smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, do you think I'm foolish?"

“Not only are you stupid, you’re also naive.” Ren Shaoyang shook his head. “Power is something you are born with, but it’s not given to you. You have to take it actively.”

Liang Siqin sighed and said sullenly, "I don't love power, I just want to live a carefree life."

"Then don't say the slogan out loud!" Ren Shaoyang said coldly.

"How can I prove I was here if I don't say anything?"

"You want to establish your own doctrine?"

"I assisted Zhu Yuanzhang in driving out the Tartars and establishing the Ming Dynasty." Liang Siqin sighed softly. "The Battle of Poyang Lake even changed the course of events, helping him succeed. Having come this far, what is wrong with me not wanting wealth and honor, but simply leaving behind a legacy?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "This is a big problem."

"Ok?"

"Language is a wondrous thing. When it lies buried in the heart, it is like an unknown seed. But once spoken, these fleeting words immediately take on a fixed form and exert a certain binding effect on the speaker."

Ren Shaoyang said, word by word, "Similarly, it will also put you in a completely different situation."

Liang Siqin remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a bitter laugh: "Mr. Ren, do you mean that because of what I said, I will be forced to wander for the rest of my life?"

"No!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "You said it, but you didn't do it."

“If I want to do it, I must kill Zhu Yuanzhang!” Liang Siqin shook his head and said, “I don’t kill people.”

"Then you'll have to bear the pain for the rest of your life." Ren Shaoyang smiled indifferently, then turned to look at Le Zhiyang, "You too!"

Le Zhiyang: (⊙⊙)
Wait, how did the topic suddenly shift to me?

Ren Shaoyang spat venom at him: "Zhu Wei committed suicide, do you hate her?"

Upon hearing this, Le Zhiyang's face turned deathly pale, and he was speechless.

Ren Shaoyang scoffed, "You don't even dare to hate?"

Le Zhiyang suddenly looked up and shouted, "Whom should I hate? Zhu Di? Or Zhu Yunwen?"

"So you can only exile yourself, with no will to live and no hope to die. Do you like that kind of life?"

Le Zhiyang retorted angrily, "What I do is none of your business!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said seriously, "Sometimes death is a blessing, but those who survive have to endure immense suffering."

Le Zhiyang's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt an indescribable sadness. Recalling his moments with Princess Zhuwei, he was filled with melancholy.

Liang Siqin sighed, "Mr. Ren's words have really struck a chord with us."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, his voice deep and resonant, like the Buddha chanting sutras: "The living suffer, the dead rest in peace."

He looked at the two of them, his voice booming: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Le. Hatred is just one of the seven emotions and six desires. No matter how strong the hatred is, it cannot occupy the whole heart, but confusion can obscure the lake of the heart."

“When other emotions are hidden deep within, they can sometimes unleash a tremendous storm.”

The two remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Liang Siqin sighed, "Mr. Ren is indeed formidable. He speaks neither favor nor blame, neither benefit nor harm. Being with you, I fear I might be too open and honest with you." He then added, "However, it's a pity..."

Le Zhiyang frowned and asked, "What's a pity?"

"I met Mr. Ren too late," Liang Siqin sighed softly. "After today, I'm afraid I'll never see him again."

Le Zhiyang asked in surprise, "What do you mean by this, sir?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and laughed, "He's going back to Xicheng and will never come back!"

"What?" Le Zhiyang was taken aback. "The Prince of Yan's war is not over yet."

"The outcome is already decided," Liang Siqin said with a smile. "Sooner or later this year, the world will be his."

Le Zhiyang paused, then nodded: "As long as the Prince of Yan is determined to ignore Beiping, bypass Shandong, and head straight for the Yangtze River and Huai River, once he crosses the Yangtze River, Nanjing will be his for the taking."

Ren Shaoyang listened to their conversation with a smile, never interrupting, simply looking at the Yellow River at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back, appearing relaxed and at ease.

Liang Siqin remained silent for a long time before saying, "Before leaving the Central Plains, I originally wanted to have a great battle with you, but I never expected to meet my predecessor from back then. I was overjoyed."

Le Zhiyang nodded: "From what Mr. Liang said, Mr. Ren was your grandfather's close friend from 'West Kunlun,' an invincible figure a hundred years ago?"

Liang Siqin laughed and said, "If you go to Xi Yingzhen and ask about the 'White-Robed Sword God,' you will naturally know about the amazing feat of Ren Xian, who single-handedly swept through thousands of troops and took Boyan's head in the Battle of Qiantang River."

"A thousand armies would flee from the white-robed warrior—that is the title of Sword God Ren!"

Le Zhiyang was completely dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected Ren Shaoyang to have such a powerful background and such an amazing record!
Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and turned to look at him: "Xiao Liang, I'm here to ask you for a favor."

Liang Siqin smiled and said, "Mr. Ren, is it for my grandfather's 'Hidden Dragon' blueprints?"

"Yes."

"Haha!" Liang Siqin laughed. "Mr. Ren, here you go!" With a light wave of his right hand, a piece of paper slowly flew away.

Ren Shaoyang casually grabbed it, unfolded it, and saw a mechanical arm drawn on the paper. The arm had different holes, and there were many components inside, making it look extremely intricate.

"The Hidden Dragon was invented by my grandfather. It is a world-destroying weapon that can manipulate the power of tides and control floods."

"If the original version is 'the dantian of the sea, capable of controlling the ocean,'" Liang Siqin said calmly, looking at the blueprints, "then this prosthetic version of 'Hidden Dragon' is 'the dantian of the heavens, capable of controlling the eye of the storm,' encompassing the whole from a single point, growing from small to large, with limitless power."

Ren Shaoyang looked at the blueprints, smiled wryly, and said, "That kid Liang Xiao always manages to give me a new surprise."

(End of this chapter)