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

Chapter 456 The Three Techniques of Forgetfulness (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The sun rises, shining brightly.

The palace gates opened; the rain of last night had ceased, and a gentle breeze, carrying moisture, drifted in. Water droplets, like threads, cascaded from the eaves onto the stone steps, making a soft, ethereal patter.

The donkey cart, bathed in the morning sun, slowly made its way through the streets of Kyoto.

The roads were muddy, and the residents looked pale and sickly. They were terrified when they saw the luxurious donkey cart, the magnificent white donkey, and the dashing young man with flowing sleeves. They hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Ren Shaoyang kept his eyes straight ahead and slowly drove away.

When the people of Kyoto saw the donkey cart drive away, they immediately started talking about it. Some asked which noble family it belonged to, while others praised the man's elegant demeanor.

More often than not, young women and widows pointed and whispered about the man in the white robe, their faces growing redder with each word.

Well, the white robe may be beautiful, but it cannot compare to the reader.

Just as the donkey cart was leaving, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of a shop.

This person was wearing a blue robe, of average build and appearance, with his hair neatly combed, a broad forehead, a round face with a full beard, and a smiling face.

They look like they're from Chengdu.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his sleeves, looking at the donkey cart with great interest, his gaze wandering without showing any emotional fluctuation.

"Master, the three villains have looted the palace of all its treasures, and even stole the three divine artifacts." A sinister-looking young man clasped his hands and asked, "Should we intervene and stop them?"

The middle-aged man remained expressionless and said calmly, "It's not the right time."

"Timing?" The young man was taken aback, his heart filled with a mixture of confusion and resentment. "What timing?"

Upon hearing his question, the middle-aged man's calm expression subtly changed, and he said coldly, "You are not qualified to ask."

"Private Marseille!" The young man immediately bowed ninety degrees.

The middle-aged man didn't even look, but instead gazed thoughtfully towards the western direction. He clearly sensed an extremely powerful aura rising up, and gritted his teeth: "You old bastard!"

"Tianyin, you should leave." Suddenly, the middle-aged man said calmly.

The young man was taken aback: "Master, why are you sending me away?"

"I need you to return to the Western Kingdom and regain control of the Hidden Sword Stream," the middle-aged man said in a young voice. "The Hidden Sword Stream will be a great help in overthrowing the Central Plains in the future."

A sharp glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he bowed his head in response, "Hi!"

The middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly and walked into the shop with his hands behind his back. The signboard bore three large characters: "Xuanhua Hao"!
The donkey cart traveled all the way out of Kyoto and headed straight for Maizuru Port in the northwest.

The port was about a hundred miles from Kyoto. Although the official road to Japan was dilapidated and cramped, the blood-stained donkey carts traveled the rugged road as if it were flat ground, without slowing down at all.

"Crippled man, is that great demon god really that powerful?" Hongxiu held up the "Kusanagi Sword" and gestured.

Ren Shaoyang said, "Very strong, almost unbelievably strong."

Ding'an asked, "Then why didn't he make a move?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "After thinking it over, I can only come up with four words—'to throw a stone at a rat for fear of breaking the vase.'"

Ding'an seemed to understand but not quite, when suddenly Hongxiu clapped her hands and said, "You mean the old tortoise is here?"

While in the Western Regions, Hongxiu guessed that Xiao Sanxiao had affected Ding'an's fortune, causing his connection with the heavens to weaken, which is why he was inexplicably attracted to Yan Ying and fell into a "peach blossom calamity".

Although Ding An was eventually reborn after overcoming the tribulation, he created the "Three Forms of Forgetfulness" and approached the realm of the Supreme Heavenly Blade.

But only the beggar who was deeply involved knew the dangers involved.

Therefore, with just a slight hint from Ren Shaoyang, she guessed the truth.

Hongxiu frowned and asked, "What exactly are the three old turtles up to?"

“I just can’t figure it out.” Ren Shaoyang spread his hands helplessly. “First of all, it’s strange that Xiao Sanxiao, as an immortal being, would actually have a child with a mortal woman. Di Shitian has been playing around for hundreds of years and is already indifferent to love, but he has lived for thousands of years and is still unable to let go of love?”

"What's even stranger is that this father and son have turned against each other." Hongxiu's brows furrowed. "After his mother passed away, the son doesn't blame himself for not taking good care of her, but instead hates his father who left home to study the calamity? Has a donkey kicked his brain?"

Ding An scratched his head and muttered, "Why do I feel like this old tortoise is the one who's been stirring things up from behind?"

Huh?

The two turned their heads at the same time and said in unison, "The severed hand has become smarter?"

Ding An chuckled and said, "Even a fool could see that."

The two were silent for a moment before one of them said, "We take back what we just said!"

Ding'an panicked and asked frantically, "Why?"

Ren Shaoyang ignored him and continued speaking to the little beggar, "While they're locked in a standoff, let's get out of here quickly. Once we get the Dragon Essence and Phoenix Blood, and finish our upgrade, we'll come back and raze this turtle's nest!"

Hongxiu nodded and asked, "Do the Xiao brothers have any weaknesses?"

"Big Brother Xiao Jingtian has a powerful physique and can draw upon the four great forces of wind, thunder, fire, and rain from nature. His power is naturally abundant at night, but during the day it leaks out, forcing him to transform into an ordinary farmer."

"My second brother, Xiao Aoshi, is far inferior in skill, but he is still capable of easily sweeping across the world and even defeating Di Shitian."

Hearing this, Hongxiu narrowed her round eyes and sneered, "To take the power of nature for one's own use, is one invincible in the face of external forces?" She sighed softly, "Crippled man, haven't you noticed that these two brothers are remarkably inconsistent in body and mind?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Heh, they do indeed lack the courage and decisiveness of a martial artist."

"All immortal beings have this flaw; the Xiao brothers are like this, and so is Emperor Shitian."

Hongxiu said calmly, "As long as we break their self-proclaimed 'invincible heart,' these immortal beings will become like turtles without shells, at our mercy."

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. However, the reality is that we need to make a strategic shift first," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile.

"Eh~!"

Hongxiu lost her composure and muttered, "I'll let you off the hook for now, until the three of us bastards return!" The donkey cart came to a riverbank, where the water flowed gently and bamboo groves provided shade.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly pulled on the reins, and the white donkey came to a steady stop with a "thud".

"We have guests," he said softly.

Before the words were finished, a person suddenly emerged from the bamboo forest.

This person was clad in a feathered robe, with high cheekbones and sharp, eagle-like eyes, exuding great power.

What is most striking is his unruly black hair, which resembles a lion's mane, and the long, sheathed sword on his back.

Before the sword was even drawn, a sword aura capable of annihilating everything already spread out in all directions.

The wind rustled the bamboo leaves, causing them to fall in a soft rustling sound.

"The Silent Blade".

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, already guessing the identity of the person.

The young man strode forward, first planting his knife in the ground, then clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "I am Huang Ying." His voice was like metal, his tone resounding, "After waiting for three days, I have finally seen you, my esteemed friend. I am truly fortunate!"

Ren Shaoyang looked him up and down, then said, "Hello."

Huang Ying bowed, then stared intently at Ding An.

Ding'an was taken aback: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I have long admired the 'Sword Emperor' of the Central Plains and yearn to be his equal. Today, I humbly request that you grant me your guidance and engage in battle with me!"

His Central Plains dialect had a slight accent, was cold and hard as iron, yet extremely sincere, and his eyes were pure, showing only his pursuit of the way of the sword and respect for his opponents.

Ding'an stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Good!" He gracefully leaped off the donkey cart, drew his sword, and said, "Your sword is very honest. I accept the challenge!"

Hongxiu was about to say something, but Ren Shaoyang waved his hand gently: "Let Ding'an handle it himself." He paused, "This kid is a good swordsman."

"bring it on."

Ding An, carrying the eagle-blade, beckoned to Huang Ying.

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Ying moved!

Before the sound of the long sword being drawn could even echo through the bamboo forest, the man had already approached like a ghost, and with two swift strokes, he slashed the throat and the waist!
Hongxiu raised an eyebrow: "This person is incredibly fast."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Huang Ying is known as the 'Number One Swordsman in Japan,' so he must have some skills."

"Well done!"

Faced with these two incredibly swift blades, Ding An neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took a large step and plunged into the fierce light of the blades. With a seemingly casual lift and pull of his arm, the hilt of his sword moved like a gazelle's horns, deftly tapping and flicking.

when! when!
Two clear, metallic sounds rang out, and the flash of the blade dissipated.

The two stood motionless, the Jingji Blade blocked by the hilt of the Eagle Blade, unable to advance even a little!
Huang Ying was shocked. He never expected that his "Sun-Slaying Sword Technique," which had dominated Japan, would be broken by Ding An in such a way.

He immediately shouted, "Good!"

He took a step back and swung his sword out again.

To everyone's surprise, Ding An's expression suddenly changed, her gaze softened, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. With a flick of her wrist, the eagle-blade on her shoulder leaped up, its light as fine as silk, gently and softly slicing towards him.

The swordplay was no longer fiery and unrestrained, but instead carried a strange, captivating "atmosphere".

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu were drawn in by the lingering, poignant sword light, and unconsciously became immersed in it. They felt that the world was vast, the sky was blue and the water was clear, insects chirped and birds sang, all things were full of vitality, and the future was full of hope.

Under the glint of the blades, Huang Ying was the first to be hit. His mind wavered, and his vision blurred. The unforgettable feeling of first meeting his deceased wife, Rimi, surged uncontrollably into his heart.

Damn!
A clear, melodious sound suddenly arose from the blade.

It instantly shattered that languishing atmosphere!
A ray of light flashed down, the blade's gleam disappearing in an instant.

Huang Ying suddenly awoke, a blade already at his brow!
He groaned and staggered backward, each step leaving a three-inch-deep footprint on the hard ground, its outline as neat as if carved by a knife.

He retreated more than ten steps, until he was seven or eight zhang away, before he could barely steady himself.

However, at that moment, Huang Ying was startled to feel a warm liquid flowing down from the top of her head, dripping down her chin.

His eyes narrowed and focused as he looked at Ding An, who stood with his sword drawn, and he asked loudly, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Three moves of forgetting passion!" Ding An laughed loudly, holding his sword horizontally across his chest. "Passionate Stirring!"

"it is good!"

Huang Ying also held his sword horizontally across his chest, his fingers lightly stroking the blade, and said in a loud voice, "Using the sword as a metaphor for emotion, the sword is ruthless yet full of feeling!" A sincere admiration flashed in his eyes, and he sighed, "Truly excellent swordsmanship."

"Uh, is that what you mean?"

Ding'an was somewhat dazed.

Huang Ying said, "Since Your Excellency the Sword Emperor possesses such exquisite swordsmanship, I, Huang Ying, will certainly not disappoint you!"

Ding'an solemnly said, "Come on."

Huang Ying smiled slightly, his fighting spirit even more vigorous and pure. He took a deep breath, slowly raised the Jingji Blade above his head, and roared, "Golden Blade Qi!"

"Buzz!"
The Silence Blade seemed to come alive, emitting a deep and excited hum. Brilliant golden light, like liquid gold, meandered along the blade, reflecting light as if it were cast from pure gold.

The light grew brighter and brighter, as if he were not holding a knife in his hand.

Rather, it is a magnificent sun that is being conceived and is about to burst forth!

(End of this chapter)