Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 110 War Letter
Spring goes to summer solstice.

The weather has warmed up.

Huang Sixi persevered and practiced in the valley behind the temple every day.

That day he sat cross-legged under a tree, his hands on his knees, quietly practicing the internal energy of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

As the Nine Yin Internal Force flowed through his body, he felt his ears and eyes become sharper and his sense of the surrounding environment became more acute.

He was practicing when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the valley.

The sound was rather heavy and definitely not made by Yilin. Besides, Yilin went to the back mountain to release bees and would not appear in the direction of the temple.

Huang Sixi knew that a stranger was visiting the temple, so he immediately put away his magical powers and stood up to greet him.

Listening to the footsteps again, it was originally running on the ground, and when it reached the temple, it paused for a moment, then soared into the air, climbed onto the roof of the temple, revealing a human figure.

Huang Sixi stood in the valley and could see the human figure.

He was a fat monk who acted in a hurry. When he saw Huang Sixi from the roof, he shouted, "Are you Huang's nephew?"

After he shouted, he jumped into the air and landed on the crown of a pine tree under the temple.

Despite his tall stature, his footwork was very agile. He stepped lightly on the leaves and flipped forward, and landed in the valley.

With just a few quick steps, he was already in front of Huang Sixi.

"Junior Brother Huang?" He widened his eyes and looked Huang Sixi up and down, with an obvious scrutiny in his eyes.

"It's true that my last name is Huang." Huang Sixi had only been called nephew by the nuns of the Hengshan Sect. He had never seen a male monk near Hengshan before. He asked again, "Are you Master Bujie?"

"Except for me, no other monk will come to this temple." Master Bujie said quickly:

"Where's Lin'er? I just went to Baiyun Temple to look for her. Dingyi said she came home and stayed with Master Huang. At first I thought Master Huang was also a nun, but it turned out to be a young man. Where did you hide Lin'er?"

"I didn't hide her." Huang Sixi pointed behind the mountain:

"She is releasing bees in the mountain flower valley. She has been gone for two hours and should be back soon. If Master is anxious to see her, I can take you to find her."

"Release bees? Why would she, a girl, release bees? Why would she go into the mountains?" Master Bujie said anxiously: "Come on, take me to find her."

Master Bujie reached out to grab Huang Sixi's wrist.

Huang Sixi immediately raised himself up and avoided his grasp.

Master Bujie seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and he stretched out his large hand again, chasing his wrist closely, determined to hold it.

Huang Sixi shook his wrist slightly, and suddenly a row of afterimages appeared.

Master Bujie could no longer find his wrist, and suddenly paused: "Huh? Your Kung Fu..."

Master Bujie showed a strange look in his eyes. He had the idea of competing with others. He increased the strength of his palm and slapped Huang Sixi's chest with a "whoosh!"

Huang Sixi stood still, waving his arms casually, and a row of palm shadows passed in front of him instantly. Before Master Bujie's palm power could touch him, "Snap!", he firmly blocked Master Bujie's palm, and pushed back, causing Master Bujie to retreat several steps.

"Master, what do you want to do? Do you want to compete with the younger generation?" Huang Sixi asked with a smile.

He had just perfected his two new Dragon Subduing Palm moves, but had never put them into actual combat. The monk Bujie in front of him was as skilled as the Hengshan Sanding monks and was one of the top masters in the martial arts world. It was perfect for him to practice with him.

"What's the harm in competing?" Master Bujie took off his robes, threw away his luggage, rubbed his hands, and shouted:
"Just now at Baiyun Temple, Dingyi praised you a lot. She said that no one in the martial arts world can be better than you. I want to test her words to see if they are true or not."

"Master, please come and try. Please try your best and don't worry about hurting me." Huang Sixi put both hands together and performed the 'Dragon Walking in Ten Thousand Ways' move.

"What? You are young but you are so arrogant! If I hold back on you, I would be doing a disservice to your abilities!"

Master Bujie did not have the idea of bullying the weak, nor did he have the tolerance to tolerate others. He wanted to test the depth of Huang Sixi's martial arts, so he would go all out.

"Boy, take the move!"

He changed his palms into fists, and his true energy instantly overflowed, raising a fierce fist wind. His left fist struck forward first, trying to force Huang Sixi to block, and his right fist followed, passing under the left fist and attacking the empty space in front of Huang Sixi's chest.

He thought that if Huang Sixi could block both punches at the same time, he would be in a panic.

As a result, when his fists got close to the opponent, he suddenly found a palm shadow rising up and blocking Huang Sixi's vital points in the blink of an eye. No matter which direction his fists attacked, they would be blocked by the palm shadow.

The defense was so tight that Master Bujie was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to continue his attack.

At this moment, Huang Sixi's palm shadow suddenly turned and began to move forward, turning from defense to offense.

Master Bujie only felt a flash before his eyes, and the dense palm shadows had already enveloped him.

His heart tightened, and he felt a sense of crisis like a trapped beast. He punched out fiercely, smashing into the palm shadow.

He knew that if he didn't attack, when Huang Sixi's palm hit him, he would have no chance to punch.

But in such a hurry, he couldn't find any flaws in the palm shadow, and randomly swinging his punches was just a waste of internal energy. How could he hit Huang Sixi?
He threw two punches, both of which missed.

The palm shadows gathered together and merged into one palm, which slapped him on the shoulder with a "bang".

This time he retreated a dozen steps, the blood and energy in his body vibrated slightly, but the discomfort quickly disappeared and he was not injured.

"Your palm technique is very powerful. I have no power to defend myself. I can't break it!"

Master Bujie shook his head: "It's a pity that it's not powerful enough to hurt me. Let's try again!"

How could he know that Huang Sixi was worried that he would be seriously injured by "Dragon's Ten Thousand Paths", so he didn't even use half of his palm power, nor did he use the entire move to its full potential.

Huang Sixi saw him swinging his fists and trying to make a comeback, so he shouted, "Master, you have to be careful. My next palm technique is a little special. You have to be careful, otherwise you might get hurt."

"Stop talking nonsense and use your palm! I have been wandering the martial arts world for so many years, and I have never met anyone who could hurt me with a palm strike!"

Master Bujie moved quickly, trying to attack Huang Sixi before he could perform his palm shadow. In terms of the sophistication and power of his palm technique, he believed that he could not compare to Huang Sixi, but he could win in speed.

As a result, he only stepped within a few feet of Huang Sixi.

But Huang Sixi raised his right arm horizontally, drew an arc, and pushed forward fiercely. The palm wind suddenly came out, split the air half a meter away, and hit Master Bujie's chest solidly.

This move is exactly the fourteenth Dragon Subduing Palm deduced by Huang Sixi, 'Dragon Fighting in the Wild'.

Master Bujie felt a huge vibration in his chest, as if he was hit by a hammer. His body leaned backward rapidly until his back hit the trunk of a pine tree. Then he sat down on the ground.

'puff! '

He vomited blood and his face turned pale, obviously he had internal injuries. When he rushed forward just now, he gathered his internal strength into his fists, ready to fight with Huang Sixi, but he didn't expect Huang Sixi to attack in the air, so his body was not well protected and he was beaten badly.

But he was a little unconvinced in his heart: "Your move is a sneak attack, it should be considered a hidden weapon, not a palm technique! Don't use the hidden weapon, let's fight again!"

Huang Sixi suddenly raised his arm and made another palm strike, "Dragon Fighting in the Wild".

The palm wind came whistling and passed over Master Never Stopping's head.

With a sound of "Crack!", the tree trunk that Master Bujie was leaning against was directly shattered.

Master Bujie immediately shrank his neck and swallowed his saliva: "I admit defeat, Brother Huang, please stop slamming your palms around, it's scary!"

His fighting spirit suddenly disappeared and he no longer had any desire to fight.

Huang Sixi was able to use his palm technique to hurt the enemy from a distance, and his palm power was so strong that there was no way he could continue fighting.

He brushed off the dust on his body, stood up, grinned again, and shouted to Huang Sixi: "Fighting is the most boring thing. From now on, my apprentice nephew Huang and I will only drink wine and eat meat, and we will never fight! Apprentice nephew Huang, where is Lin'er? Let's go find Lin'er together!"

He had obviously tested the depth of Huang Sixi's martial arts skills and began to behave in a friendly manner.

He originally considered himself a senior in the martial arts world. No matter how strong Ding Yi boasted about Huang Sixi's martial arts, he felt that Huang Sixi could only tie with him at most.

Unexpectedly, when he tried it, the result was far beyond his expectations. Huang Sixi's skills were so profound that he was one of the best in the world.

He no longer puts on airs as a senior.

Huang Sixi pointed behind him and said, "Junior Sister Yilin has already released the bees. We don't need to look for her anymore."

Master Bujie looked hurriedly and saw Yilin walking on the mountain path.

She was wearing a plain shirt and a bamboo hat. She raised her arm halfway, holding a honey bottle in her palm. A swarm of black bees followed behind her, leading the way as they slowly walked towards the valley.

"Dad! You're back!"

Yilin looked out into the valley and shouted with joy.

She started to jog, and the swarm of bees lost control of the honey scent and scattered, chasing after her in a chaotic and chaotic flight.

Master Bujie was originally very happy to see his daughter, but when he saw the swarm of bees behind his daughter, he couldn't help but shudder.

He shouted, "Don't come over here yet. Take care of your bees. Aren't you afraid that they will sting your father to death?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Huang Sixi, and teased: "Nephew Huang, you must be stung a lot, right? Don't worry, Lin'er listens to me the most. I will ask her to drive away all the bees and send them to Baiyun Temple! They can sting no one but Nephew Huang!"

Huang Sixi smiled but didn't answer him.

Yi Lin was almost at the mouth of the valley when she heard Master Bujie's shout. She immediately stopped, took out a bamboo tube from her waist, and started playing it, trying to regain control of the swarm of bees.

But she was anxious to meet Master Bujie, which caused Zhuyin, the bee trainer, to make a mistake. After trying several times, the bee colony was unwilling to return to the nest.

Seeing this, Huang Sixi gathered his inner strength and made a buzzing sound. The bees all over the sky heard the call and immediately swarmed towards the valley. Soon, they flew into the beehive in an orderly manner.

"Junior Brother Huang can actually control bees?"

Master Bujie was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He found that he had not only underestimated Huang Sixi's martial arts, but also underestimated Huang Sixi's other abilities.

At this time, Yilin had already come to Master Bujie. She looked at Huang Sixi first and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for calling the bees back to the hive."

Then he hugged Master Bujie's arm and said with a smile: "Dad, my beekeeping skills were all taught by my senior brother! Before my senior brother taught me, I knew nothing. Now I have learned to identify the types of bees, build nests for them, and collect honey from the nests!"

Yi Lin said this, took out a honey bottle, and shook it in front of Master Bujie: "Look, Dad, this is the honey I collected. Brother said that drinking honey regularly can beautify your skin. Dad, do you know what beauty is?"

"Lin'er, you are naturally beautiful, so you don't need to take care of your looks! But as long as you are happy, Daddy will support you in raising bees to maintain your beauty!"

Master Bujie was very puzzled. Every time he returned to Hengshan, Yilin would cry and say something about how she missed him, and also complain about her sufferings. He had not been home for so many years, so had he forgotten his daughter?
He would have to comfort her for a few days every time before Yilin felt better.

However, when he returned home this time, Master Bujie discovered that Yilin was behaving out of character. Instead of crying to him, she was extremely happy, with joy in her eyes.

Master Bujie has been traveling abroad in recent years and has neglected to take care of Yilin. He has always felt guilty about it. Seeing Yilin happy now, he is also very happy.

He couldn't help but look at Huang Sixi, thinking that Yi Lin's current change must be related to Huang Sixi.

He was just about to ask for clarification.

Suddenly, an old female voice was heard coming from the direction of the temple: "Nephew Huang, please come back to the temple quickly. Your head master has something important to discuss with you!"

Huang Sixi, Master Bujie and Yi Lin could all tell that the old female voice was Ding Yi, and Hengshan's head Ding Xian must be present as well.

They immediately left the valley and rushed to meet him.

When they arrived at the main hall of the temple, Huang Sixi found that all of Hengshan Sanding were present. They all had solemn expressions, as if they were worried about something.

Master Bujie was used to being carefree, and could not stand seeing the sad atmosphere, so he joked: "What a rare guest, Master Dingxian actually came in person, this humble monk is so honored!"

Sect Leader Ding Xian nodded at him without saying anything.

Ding Yi frowned and said, "Master Sister has an urgent matter to inform Junior Brother Huang, Master Bujie, please stop joking for the time being."

"No matter how big the problem is, I'm afraid it won't be difficult for Junior Brother Huang. Why get so nervous!" Master Bujie has tried Huang Sixi's martial arts. He feels that even if the entire martial arts world breaks out into a melee, it will hardly affect Huang Sixi.

Seeing that Master Bujie was still opening his mouth, Yilin hurriedly tugged at his sleeve. Seeing that his daughter was pleading, he found a chair and sat down without saying anything else.

The hall then fell silent.

Sect Leader Ding Xian took out an envelope and handed it to Huang Sixi: "Nephew Huang, this is a letter from Songshan Sect. Take a look first!"

Huang Sixi took the letter in his hand, and there was no words on the cover.

After he opened the letter, he unfolded it and saw this line of large characters: "On the seventh day of the seventh month, the Ghost Festival, please come to Luoshui to compete in martial arts and swordplay!"

This was a letter of war, which detailed the time and place of the battle. The person who wrote it was Zuo Lengchan himself.

Huang Sixi originally planned to go to Songshan Sect and visit Zuo Lengchan in person, but he didn't expect Zuo Lengchan to issue a challenge to him first.

In fact, it is a good thing this way. Huang Sixi will have to fight with Zuo Lengchan sooner or later. It makes no difference to Huang Sixi whether it is an open fight or a private contest.

　In the original text of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, in the third battle of Chapter 27, it is written: "Master Fang Zheng struck him on the back of the head with both palms. He did not need to strike him hard. The wind from his palms was enough to make his brain burst."

　　This is the power of Fang Zheng's Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)