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

Chapter 90 Stupidity Beats Expert

Where did Ding'an and the little beggar go?
Let's rewind the time.

When the little beggar, clinging to the wall, called out, "Crippled man, are you alright?" the wall suddenly opened, and Hongxiu vanished in a flash.

"Red Sleeves!!!"

Ding'an was shocked and rushed over.

But the walls were so smooth they reflected images, and were carved with figures and flowers, so the door gap was nowhere to be found.

Ding'an glared angrily and punched the stone wall repeatedly, the sounds of banging and exploding from the ground filling the air.

The passageway shook violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

"No!" Ding An punched it again, only to find that the stone wall was extremely hard, and his punches, more than a dozen times, were completely useless.

He brandished his short knife and slashed dozens of times, but apart from sparks flying and some white marks being scraped off, he couldn't do anything to the enemy.

"If only I had the Divine Sword to Capture the Dragon, or the Little Beggar's Demon Blade," Ding An thought to himself.

He then looked around and his eyes immediately focused on the gate at the end of the road.

Ding An immediately rushed to the door, reached out and pushed it open. Unexpectedly, the door was not locked, and he was able to enter the main hall.

The main hall was built to be extremely spacious, and could even be described as magnificent.

It was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

All that could be seen were curtains like clouds, enveloping the surroundings.

In the middle of the hall was a large round table with several delicate dishes on it and a pot of wine beside it.

Ding'an looked around, then suddenly shouted angrily, "Is anyone here? Get out here!"

It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly struck, the sound shaking the hall, and the curtains fluttered upwards.

Suddenly, several alluring screams rang out, followed by a series of "whoosh" sounds and a thud as someone collapsed to the ground.

Not long after, a soft and charming female voice laughed, "I thought we would have a distinguished guest today, but I didn't expect him to be such an unpleasant one. How terrible!"

Although the sound was not as intense as that of Ding'an, it seemed to come from all directions, echoing and making it difficult to pinpoint the location.

Ding An snorted coldly: "Where is the little beggar?"

The voice smiled sweetly, "Are you referring to that young lady, esteemed guest?"

"You already know, why are you asking?" Ding An's anger intensified. "I'm asking you, where the hell is that little beggar?"

"If my esteemed guest would like to have a drink with me, I will tell you what to do?"

Ding An snorted coldly and said, "I'm not in the mood."

The voice then chuckled, "Young master, if you don't drink, you're disrespecting me, aren't you?"

"Giving you face?" Ding'an took a liking to the wine in the pot. "What if you get poisoned?"

"You have no choice! If you don't drink, I won't be happy." The voice said softly, as if toying with a fool. "If you're not happy, you'll never see that little girl again."

Ding An shook his head and said seriously, "Impossible. I'll just drag you out and ask you, then that'll be enough."

The woman frowned: "What?"

Ding An said confidently, "I've always been lucky, I'm sure I can catch you!"

The woman's voice sounded somewhat helpless: "Are you... are you crazy?"

Ding An frowned: "Still cursing me? You crazy old woman!"

"What did you say?"

The voice became furious, and its tone turned shrill.

Ding'an patted his belly and laughed loudly, "Haha, you're getting impatient!"

"I'm not in a hurry!"

"The cripple once said that only the truth can break a person's defenses!" Ding An patted his belly. "The cripple also said that a woman like you is just an old cucumber painted green, pretending to be young!"

"Ahhh! I want you to die!"

Within the curtain, a green shadow flashed by, its hands moving swiftly, sending out a spray of fine needles.

Ding An said seriously, "I will not die!" He swung his sword backhand, and a streak of crimson light appeared.

With a hiss, the flying needles were completely melted by the fiery blade light, turning into countless raindrops of molten iron that shot back the way they came.

"What kind of weird sword technique is that?"

The woman screamed and quickly dodged to the side.

With a hissing sound, the molten iron punched the curtain full of holes and burst into flames.

The curtains were connected to each other, and the fire quickly grew larger.

Tap tap tap.
Amidst the raging fire, Ding'an strode forward, knife in hand, his face radiating heroism.

"My swordsmanship?"

He looked at the woman in the light green dress in front of him and said seriously, "Her name is Remnant Flame."

He paused, looked around nervously, and then shouted loudly, "This sword technique is called 'Blazing Fiery Blade, Unrivaled Great Sword that Sweeps the World!'!"

The woman, Xiao Mimi, one of the Four Evils, remained indifferent for a moment before saying, "Oh, it's called the 'Residual Flame' sword technique, right?"

Ding An was furious: "You dare to mock me?" He took two steps in one, and swung his sword three times in quick succession.

"Damn it, are you a donkey?" Xiao Mimi used her agility to dodge two attacks, clutching her heart in feigned surprise, preparing to avoid a third. "Why did you have to do that? Let's just be nice to each other."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt the wind lessen, and Xiao Mimi cried out, "Oh no!"

Although Ding An's two strikes were as fast as thunder, she had excellent lightness skills and dodged them without any hindrance, following the rhythm.

But this third strike was unusually slow, by three points!
Under normal circumstances, three strikes should be "swish swish swish", but in the rhythm of Ding'an fast and slow knives, it becomes "swish swish~ swish"!
This "three-minute break" became Xiao Mimi's death warrant!
Her screams still echoed in my ears when the blade flashed past.

With a "crack," a knife mark appeared on the pillar three zhang away, reaching a depth of one and a half feet.

Ding An looked at Xiao Mimi, who was standing still, and said sincerely, "Please tell me where the little beggar is. This is your last sentence."

Xiao Mimi's eyes were filled with disbelief. She remained silent, but her breathing became rapid.

Ding An sheathed his sword, leaped left and right, tore down the burning curtain, stomped it out, and then continued speaking to her:
"This advanced technique is called 'Living Kill with a Sound.' The cripple said that there was once an unparalleled swordsman who could strike his enemy with a swift and deadly blow, then sheathe his sword and flee, while his enemy was still able to ride home, settle his affairs, and then die."

This is the highest level of swordsmanship: "Killing alive, leaving a sound, dying again the next day."

"Old woman." Ding An's face was blackened by the smoke, but she still showed her white teeth. "As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good. I hope you can tell me where the little beggar is, so that his death will have some value."

"Cough cough."

Xiao Mimi coughed incessantly from anger, but she managed a helpless smile: "What a fool who can defeat a master."

Before the words were even finished, the aura of a blade erupted.

She screamed in agony as her body was suddenly split in two, and flames erupted, burning her corpse until it was charred and burnt to a crisp.

Ding'an stared in disbelief, and after a long while, he stamped his foot and exclaimed, "Huh? These are your last words? You deserve to die a horrible death!"

Seeing that the two pieces of Xiao Mimi were already charred, he didn't know where to go. The curtains all around him were like clouds, all identical. With no other choice, he could only stride off in any direction.

After walking a hundred paces, they suddenly saw seven chairs and seven boys lying on the ground.

These young men were all light and graceful, with fair skin, and wore loose and soft robes.

But now their eyes were wide open, blood was dripping from their ears, and a scarlet dot was on their foreheads; they had all died here.

These boys were all Xiao Mimi's male lovers.

Ding'an's loud roar just now ruptured their eardrums, caused them to expel filth from their lower bodies, and drove them insane.

Feeling disgusted, Xiao Mimi shot out fine needles, killing them all.

Ding'an glanced at it, then strode off in that direction.
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Hongxiu stumbled, feeling as if she had been transported to a different world, and in an instant, she found herself in a flower hall from the underground passage.

She composed herself and looked ahead.

In the center of the flower hall was a table with a large celadon bowl on it, and an extremely enticing aroma wafted out.

In the bowl is a bright red, oily Sichuan specialty – Da Hong Pao Rooster.

The little beggar's stomach rumbled, and his eyes widened again.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a handsome young man carrying a pot of Jiannan Shaochun tea walked quickly over.

When he stopped in front of Hongxiu, he didn't say a word. He just hunched his back, his neck shrunk, and his hands holding the plate trembled incessantly.

He kept his head down, looking pitiful and weak.

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow, took two steps forward, bent down, and tilted her head to look at him: "Little brother, are you looking at me?"

The child's pale and thin face instantly flushed red, and he lowered his head in great shame: "No...no."

Hongxiu straightened up and looked him straight in the eye: "You seem to be afraid of me?"

The child looked up, his face flushed, and stammered, "I... I brought you wine. The emperor said that the Da Hong Pao rooster should be eaten with wine."

With her hands behind her back, Hongxiu walked lightly to the table and sat down.

The boy was very perceptive and quickly placed the wine on the table.

"Who is the emperor?" Hongxiu suddenly asked.

The child shrank back and replied, "The emperor is the emperor, and we are all concubines."

Hongxiu suddenly realized: "The owner of this place is the Empress?"

"Yes, we all respect and love her."

Hongxiu thought for a moment and then asked, "How long have you been here?"

“It’s been a year, sister.”

"A year? How did you get here?"

The child lowered his head, somewhat sadly: "I... I fell to the bottom of the valley, and it was the emperor who saved me."

"Oh, was it intentional or accidental?" Hongxiu asked with a grin.

"Of course it was an accident," the child said earnestly. "It was raining that day, and I hiked alone for over ten miles to get here and enjoy the scenery. I never expected there to be a sloping rock, and I slipped and fell."

Hongxiu interrupted him: "Alright, that's detailed enough."

The child paused, then lowered his head again.

Hongxiu smiled and asked naturally, "Little brother, do you want to go out? Do you want to go home?"

The child looked up and smiled, "It's nice and comfortable here, why do I want to go home?"

Hongxiu looked at him and nodded with a smile: "That's true, we have no worries about food and clothing, it's much better than outside."

The child scratched his head and smiled, vaguely reminiscent of the simple and honest nature of Ding'an.

Hongxiu smiled and picked up her chopsticks. Her stomach was rumbling, and the aroma of the Da Hong Pao rooster was so enticing that it almost drove her crazy with cravings.

Under the child's furtive glance, she reached out with her chopsticks, picked up a piece of muscle, and was about to put it in her mouth.

Suddenly, Hongxiu paused and casually asked, "Haven't you eaten either?" She turned around to look.

"Ah, ah~?"

The child seemed to be startled awake, raising innocent eyes and swallowing hard.

"This is for our honored guests; we cannot eat it. That's the rule."

Hongxiu said, "It's alright, I'll feed you. Look how hungry you are." As she spoke, she fed him the piece of chicken.

The child waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no!" But even though he said no, he honestly opened his mouth and bit off the piece of meat.

Hongxiu saw him eating with his mouth full of oil, clearly having been hungry for a long time. She smiled and picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Mmm, it's really delicious!

The two looked at each other and smiled, both beaming like two little foxes.

"Sister, this big red rooster must be enjoyed with wine!"

After eating a piece of chicken, the child seemed to cheer up a lot. He hurriedly ran over to pour her a drink and handed it to her with both hands.

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Okay." She casually took the wine glass and was about to drink when she suddenly asked, "Little brother, this is underground. Where does all the excrement and urine go? I don't think there are any underground rivers, do I?"

The child honestly replied, "There's a grave down there."

Hongxiu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Whose grave is it? Do you know how to get there?"

The child said, "I heard it's the graveyard of the workers who built this place."

"Is that so?" Hongxiu frowned and put down her wine glass.

The child glanced at the wine glass in Hongxiu's hand, then suddenly pouted, and large tears fell from her eyes.

Hongxiu asked, "Hey? Why are you crying?"

She should have kept quiet until she asked. The child suddenly knelt on the ground and tried to hug her leg after taking a few steps.

"Sister, the Emperor ordered me to serve you well. If you don't drink this cup of wine, I will be punished!"

Hongxiu frowned, stood up and took a few steps back, causing him to miss his target. She smiled and said, "Little brother, may I ask you one last question?"

The child's face lit up with joy, and he looked up innocently, asking, "Sister, what do you want to ask?"

Hongxiu's expression turned serious, and she narrowed her eyes: "What's your surname?" As she spoke, she silently murmured to herself.

"River."

"River."

The child replied loudly.

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow, and a stunning smile bloomed on her usually round and cute face.

"Oh, so your surname is Jiang."

(End of this chapter)