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

Chapter 501 The Holy King
It was June, and several showers had washed over Fengxi Village, leaving the green mountains like dark eyebrows and the weeping willows like ribbons.

It's a beautiful summer day.

Beneath the eaves of the three villains' residence, iron horses swayed in the wind, their bells jingling softly.

The melodious sound of the zither rose and fell, yet it was clearly audible to the group of martial arts practitioners near Fengxi Village.

"Master Ren seems to be in a good mood today!" An old hand in the world said leisurely, stroking his beard and smiling with narrowed eyes.

The naive young man standing to the side asked, "Third Master, how did you know?"

"This 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea' is a famous piece by Master Ren. He would never play it when he was in a bad mood."

"Hehe, as long as the Sword God doesn't go fishing, I can be in a good mood all the time!"

"Hey! You little rascal," Third Master chuckled, "Damn, that actually makes sense!"

But from the mansion of the three villains, one could hear someone playing the zither, someone playing the flute, and someone singing.

The landscape smiles, the mist and rain stretch far, and the waves wash away the many beauties of the mortal world.

A gentle breeze laughs! Yet it stirs up loneliness.

All that remains of my heroic spirit is the glow of the setting sun.
When the melody reached its peak, the group of martial arts practitioners downed a large bowl of wine, wiped their mouths haphazardly, and, not caring about the tune, simply opened their throats and sang at the top of their lungs.

If we're talking about a place where the world's events converge, yet where one can also live a carefree and leisurely life, then Fengxi Village is the place to be.

Especially after the Battle of Leifeng Pagoda, the Sword God has become a symbol of transcendence, and invincibility alone is insufficient to describe him.

He has become a rule, a supreme authority, and even the "heaven" for all swordsmen in the world!
At this point, Fengxi Wuyun gained another three points.

Today, listening to the melody of "A Laughter in the Vast Sea," the martial artists of the entire village are deeply moved and feel a strong connection to the song.

All grudges, rights and wrongs, all entanglements dissipate here.

The vicissitudes of life are like fleeting clouds.

Inside the tavern, a low couch sits on the floor, where a man in his thirties sits. He has handsome features, long hair, and wears an indigo silk robe, which is as blue as the sea. He is casually playing the zither.

As the song drifted over, the man smiled and murmured, "How many beauties are there in this mortal world? So carefree, how enviable!" He then closed his eyes slightly and listened intently.

When the singing stopped, the lingering sound remained.

After a long silence, the people of the martial arts world erupted in a great uproar, excitedly discussing the tune they had just heard. As they talked, they began to talk about the battle at Leifeng Pagoda a month ago.

With a smile on his face, the man drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, picked up the scorched-tail zither, slowly got up, and walked towards the door.

This person is extremely charming, with eyebrows that reach into the temples, eyes that shine like bright stars, a high and straight nose, and a gentle smile with slightly upturned thin lips that makes people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze.

Whether they were villagers from Fengxi or martial arts practitioners, everyone who saw him felt a deep respect for him, and some even trembled slightly.

It’s confusing.

Just then, a gentle-looking young man walked towards them.

He was accompanied by a pretty young woman, the two of them walking and talking intimately. His left arm was slightly blue, revealing a hand made of iron, which was quite eye-catching.

Upon meeting, the man's eyes lit up with a strange light, and he nodded and smiled at the young man.

The young man was taken aback, but also clasped his hands in a salute.

Just as the two passed each other, the young man couldn't help but exclaim "Huh?" and turned to look at the other person's back.

"Shuang, what's wrong?" the woman asked.

Qin Shuang blinked, smiled, and shook her head, saying, "It's nothing." But in her heart, she felt that the man carrying the zither was very familiar.

After taking a few steps, Qin Shuang suddenly stopped.

The woman, though puzzled, possessed a keen and discerning eye: "Is there something wrong with him?"

Qin Shuang's expression darkened slightly: "He reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"Hongba!"

The woman was taken aback. As Qin Shuang's second wife, she naturally knew about his past conflict with Xiong Ba. She couldn't help but frown and say, "But Xiong Ba died a long time ago, and he had no children."

Qin Shuang smiled and said, "I know." But her smile gradually faded. "But that person exuded an overbearing aura, and the feeling he gave me was no different from that of Xiong Ba."

The woman covered her mouth and exclaimed, "According to you, doesn't he have the aura of a king? Why would someone like that come to Fengxi Village?"

“Because Fengxi Village has the ‘Three Fiends’,” Qin Shuang said gently. “Besides, even if he were a true dragon, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Shao Yang and the others.”

The woman smiled and said, "That makes sense." She tightened her grip on Qin Shuang's arm and said, "I got a bottle of good wine from Sister Hongxiu. I'll stew a small chicken for you tonight."

Qin Shuangyi took his wife's hand and said happily, "That's great!"

The young couple walked home happily.

After walking only a dozen or so feet, Qin Shuang couldn't help but turn back, thinking to herself, "Strange, why does that person's aura have the shadow of the 'Heavenly Frost Fist'?"

The riverbank outside Fengxi Village is truly a battleground. Xiong Ba was decisively defeated by the Blade Emperor here, the One-Blade Immortal fought a great battle against a divine general, and later, the battle between the Sword God and Ao Jue also took place here.

This little river can be considered a sacred place in the martial arts world.

Yet, in this sacred place, one could see shepherds riding oxen while playing flutes, fishing boats occasionally emerging from the reeds, a flock of ducks leisurely paddling, and several cormorants hunting large fish. On the riverbank, three fishing rods could be seen.

An old man, a young boy, and a panda, all wearing straw hats.

The older man wasn't actually old; he was dressed in a black robe and looked no more than middle-aged. His hair and beard were gray, and his expression was somewhat sorrowful.

The young man, dressed in a white robe, was handsome and dashing, with a bloodstain between his brows, giving him an air of aloofness and unconventionality.

A panda, yes, a round and chubby panda, chewing on a piece of Solomon's seal while fishing.

This trio is a rare and harmonious group; everything is fine except for the white-robed man who can't catch any fish.

The man carrying the zither looked at them, smiled slightly, walked to a large rock, and sat down cross-legged.

A moment later, the sound of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) drifted over.

Upon hearing the several sounds, Wuming and Ren Shaoyang were startled and turned around.

The man had clear, bright features and nodded in response with a smile.

The nameless man returned the greeting with clasped hands and listened attentively with his eyes closed.

The river flows on and on, its roar undiminished.

The three people and one animal on the shore remained in a state of stillness, as if they had become a natural landscape painting.

But then the man played a stringed instrument, and with each stroke, the music flowed out like a gentle stream, gradually spreading out and becoming a vast, boundless ocean across the riverbank.

The sound of the zither seemed to calm the river.

The hearts of the two people and the bear rose and fell with it, and the melody of the zither was like a wisp of silk, lingering and endless.

Wuming closed his eyes and listened, reflecting on his life. As if waking from a dream, he relaxed completely, feeling an indescribable peace and ease.

Gun Gun stared at the man on the rock, his large eyes unblinking.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang said, "Okay."

Upon hearing the first word, Wuming was suddenly awakened and immediately exclaimed, "Wonderful! Wonderful!" He praised it twice, his voice melodious and loud.

The man smiled slightly, his voice neither hurried nor slow: "I am overjoyed to receive praise from an unknown senior." As he spoke, he gracefully descended from the stone.

Ren Shaoyang glanced back and saw that the man was upright, handsome, dressed in a blue robe, and composed and elegant.

"I've seen martial arts legends, I've seen the Sword God Ren!"

The man laughed and said, "I am merely showing off my limited skills in front of Master Ren, like playing the zither and lute in front of the Sword God. I would only make a fool of myself."

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, "The heart of the zither is like water. When the heart is calm, the person is calm. Only in stillness can life be expressed, and only then can the wonder be found in the serene."

Wuming nodded and said, "Shaoyang is right. I love the erhu and the guqin. They are related in terms of culture. As the saying goes, 'Where the heart is, there the heart is.' For a guqin player, 'emotion' is the most important thing. A person without emotion cannot play a good tune."

The man laughed and said, "You two have insightful opinions, but I wonder if I am sentimental or heartless?"

“Of course there is emotion.” Wuming shook his head. “Turning the pegs and plucking the strings a few times, the emotion is there even before the melody is formed.”

"The nameless senior is right."

The man smiled slightly and looked at Ren Shaoyang, "Where is Ren Jianshen?"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and asked in return, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled softly: "Sword God Ren has keen insight; he must have already guessed it!"

Ren Shaoyang sized him up and said, "A domineering aura, a heart that embraces the world. A dragon's aura emanates from him, looking south from the north; exceptional talent, the very countenance of a hegemon." He smiled slightly, "Are you the ruler of the Fuyu Kingdom?"

The man smiled, cupped his hands, and said, "Sword Master Ren has excellent eyesight!"

Wuming's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "You are my elder brother's disciple, the King of Fuyu, the Holy King?!"

The Holy King bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle!"

"Good, good, good!" Nameless clapped his hands and laughed, "Big Brother has a successor, good!" He laughed and continued.

The Holy King smiled and nodded, then turned his eyes and suddenly said, "Uncle-Master, besides seeing you, the more important reason I came to the Central Plains is to pay a visit to Sword God Ren."

Ren Shaoyang smiled. Someone suddenly showing up at his door either wants to take advantage of him or wants to scam him.

"Whether I visit you or not is another matter; I want to ask you something first."

The Holy King smiled and said, "Sword God, please speak."

"It's fine that you're here," Ren Shaoyang said, his eyes flashing, his face contorted with sternness, "but why did you scare away my fish by playing that random piano music?!"

"Wow!"

A large carp was hoisted up and squealed happily before being taken down and placed in a bucket.

Both the Holy King and the Nameless One were taken aback upon hearing this, and simultaneously looked at the bucket next to Ren Shaoyang.

The bucket was empty.

(End of this chapter)