Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 138 Boring
It rained heavily that night and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Chen Xuan was like a wisp of green smoke flying across the river, as fast as a ghost but still graceful, and each step he took was dozens of feet away.

This kind of lightness skill is much better than Liang Ren's ability to jump several feet, but this is not his limit. If he uses all his internal energy to perform lightness skill, it will not be difficult for him to take a step of a hundred feet!

He held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and wrapped himself in a bed sheet as if he were wearing a cloak. Every time he stepped on the river, if you slowed down a hundred times in broad daylight, you could see that his movements were free and unrestrained, and the ripples caused by his feet on the water were not even as big as those caused by raindrops falling on the water.

With just the soles of his feet lightly touching the water, he was already dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye, silently and effortlessly, like a floating blue cloud or an immortal floating on the water.

The most shocking thing was that he was flying in the heavy rain, but not a single drop of rain got on him. Even the heavy rain falling on the umbrella seemed to fall on invisible cotton without making any impact sound, as if there was an invisible soft barrier around him.

This is indeed the case. Although he is only at the acquired realm now and cannot release the innate true energy over a long distance like the innate true energy, he can still extend some of his internal energy outside the body to a certain range to drain the rainwater.

Even with his talent in martial arts, the internal force of the acquired realm can achieve similar effects to innate true qi within a certain range when performing some martial arts!

However, his internal force did not form an obvious vacuum area around him. It was like a normal person in the rain, except that the body was not stained by rain. He was also able to reduce the force of the rain to the point where no sound was made.

This required extremely high levels of control, but his astonishing martial arts talent made it possible for him to do so easily.

Over the years, Chen Xuan has mastered the Qingyun Feixu martial art to perfection. Floating on water, flying over grass, and stepping on snow without leaving any trace are just a piece of cake for him, almost like stepping in the air.

But Qinggong is not real flying. It also requires leverage, no matter how small the force is. It is impossible to achieve the effect of "pulling onions in dry land" like flying.

In fact, with Chen Xuan's current attainments in lightness skills, he is no longer inferior to some people in the innate realm. He is highly talented, and the lightness skills left by Liu Changhe are too extraordinary. Chen Xuan has already practiced it to the extreme.

It's a pity that he is not at the innate realm after all. If he possesses innate true qi, he can move around in the void. If he uses tools like an umbrella, he can even stay in the air for a certain period of time as if he is really flying!
As I said, no matter how advanced your Qinggong skills are, they are not true flying. You need a fulcrum to truly perform them. The only difference is the extent to which you can perform them.

After coming out of the room, Chen Xuan arrived at the island in the middle of the river in just a few breaths.

Although they are all in the acquired realm, there are still huge differences between people. Some people can only use their fists to bully the weak, while Chen Xuan can leisurely stroll in the rain and cover a hundred feet in a few breaths!
In fact, many of his methods are now not inferior to those of some innate masters, but they are rarely used in practice. This is also the reason why he was confident and not afraid of Gao Jingyu even if he had bad intentions.

If Gao Jingyu's martial arts talent was not so high and she had been in the innate realm for many years, as a princess she must have many trump cards. If she were an ordinary innate master, Chen Xuan would have the confidence to compete with the opponent calmly and even win the battle!
His talent in martial arts was truly astonishing, but unfortunately he didn't put much effort into his studies, and was only average in terms of knowledge. When he said that day that he couldn't even catch up with Gao Jingming in terms of knowledge, he was not being modest. After all, as time went by, he moved away from the basics of elementary education and learned more and more advanced things, and he gradually couldn't keep up with the pace. It was only with his good comprehension ability and advanced experience that he was able to keep himself from falling behind for the time being.

For example, a keyboard warrior back home in Chen Xuan's hometown roughly analyzed that in ancient times, the literary attainments of a mere scholar were roughly equivalent to the level of a professor studying ancient literature. Gao Jingming is now considered to be striving for the title of scholar, so how can Chen Xuan, a fake college student, compete with him? Besides, what little he learned back then has almost been returned to his teacher...

Those were just scholars, juren, and jinshi, and one could not even imagine how profound their knowledge was. Therefore, it is not unreasonable that scholars in ancient times were respected. Chen Xuan could only find a balance in martial arts.

Having personally lived in this era for so many years, Chen Xuan knew very well how "terrible" some highly educated scholars were. Did he really think that they could only write a few sour poems?

It is no exaggeration to say that taking Mr. Yushan as an example, he is proficient in medicine, divination, astronomy, geography, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is simply a genius. However, he still feels that he is inferior to others in many aspects and even lets Gao Jingming go to Liuyu Academy for further studies. You can imagine how terrifying this scholar is, right?
Mr. Yushan's eyes can literally see through people's hearts, and he can even tell fortunes. Who can you turn to for justice? It's not some mysterious fortune-telling, but the kind that predicts autumn by observing falling leaves and rain by listening to the wind. And yet he modestly says he only knows the basics.

Therefore, poetry, songs, calligraphy, chess, and painting are just entertainment for scholars, and are just little gadgets to express emotions at certain moments. Throughout history, how many poets have been outstanding in governing the people's livelihood?

So in terms of learning, Chen Xuan really hoped that his martial arts talent could be shared with him, but unfortunately, it was not his choice...

The island in the middle of the river is as big as half a football field and protrudes several meters above the water surface. The vegetation is quite dense, but there are very few tall trees.

Chen Xuan stood on top of a pine tree holding an oil-paper umbrella. The pine needles under his feet were slightly bent, and his whole body swayed slightly with the night wind in the rain.

This pitch-black night is not much different from daytime for him now. Even with his eyes closed, he can sense how many people are here, where they are standing, and even analyze their movements.

There were a total of twenty-one people on the island. They braved the rain without trying to hide their anger. Most of them had more resentment in their eyes than a ghost. It would be strange if they didn't have any resentment to work in such heavy rain in the middle of the night. They just didn't dare to show it. I guess they were all holding back their anger and wanted to vent it later, and the target of their anger was self-evident.

Most of these twenty-one people are just minions who wave flags and shout slogans. They are probably good at bullying the weak. They will probably kneel down when they meet someone who has practiced boxing for a few years. There are only two or three of them, and their martial arts skills are probably at the level of Niu Le, the guard of the Gao family.

There was only one person who caught Chen Xuan's attention. He was a black-clad swordsman in his forties. He had a tall figure and sharp eyes. He stood there like a sharp blade, standing still in the heavy rain. Only because there was someone holding a big umbrella next to him, otherwise he would have been soaked.

After taking a quick look, Chen Xuan raised his hand and waved it, painting like splashing ink. In the process, he snapped his fingers repeatedly, and the raindrops in front of him shot out silently, landing on special acupuncture points on the twenty people in the rain, making them unable to move or speak.

If he didn't have this skill, how could he have quietly ejected the chess pieces in front of Gao Jingming and sent away a group of people who wanted to board the boat in front of several people while playing chess with him?

Unless Gao Jingyu was present, no one would notice his little tricks, and Gao Jingming and the others were still far away.

The third leader of the water bandits faced downstream, his eyes half-closed, but his demeanor in the rain was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

He was originally as steady as a rock, but gradually he found that something was wrong. An inexplicable chill rushed to the top of his head. The surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that it was weird and strange. He could still hear the voices of his brothers communicating from time to time just a moment ago.

Realizing something was amiss, he took a deep breath and pretended to be calm, saying, "Sir, if we have offended you, please forgive us. Please do not tease us. I have my own gift for you."

People who often walk by the river are very smart. It is absolutely right for them to admit defeat first. Being alive is more important than anything else.

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and looked around, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of being attacked secretly. He found that his brothers were standing there like stones, motionless. It was obvious that they had been acupunctured.

The Third In Commander, upon discovering this, felt a chill run down his spine. Who on earth had done this, and how? He hadn't even felt a thing, and his men were already taken care of. What kind of terrifying skills did this opponent possess?
Having said that, he admitted defeat, but he did not sit still and wait for death. He tried to grab the handle of the knife with the smallest movement possible.

Chen Xuan then said, "It took me eight full breaths to realize something was wrong. Your vigilance was lacking."

This is certainly not his original voice. The little trick of using internal force to influence the vocal cords makes it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

It’s good to be able to communicate. The most frightening thing is that the other party will take direct action.

The third in command felt a little relieved and almost rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, why don’t you listen to the rain around you? You were not mentally prepared beforehand, how could you react so quickly?
Then he dared to turn around as little as possible and look in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and he saw clearly who was speaking. The other person was wearing a loose cloak, and his face could not be seen, so it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. He was standing on the treetop holding a paper umbrella, as if he had no weight.

This scene frightened the Third In Command so much that the blood in his body seemed to freeze. What kind of terrifying martial arts skills could allow one to stand motionless on a treetop under the heavy rain?

The lightning flashed across the sky in an instant, but the scene was deeply imprinted in the heart of the third in command, and it is estimated that it will linger in his life.

The lightning appeared in the night sky behind Chen Xuan. For this purpose, he specially found a good angle based on the frequency of previous lightning. Although it was a bit dangerous, tell me if it was cool or not.

Tsk, I learned this when I saw Geng Hong drinking under the eaves. I have simulated it countless times. The reaction of the person below was not in vain for Chen Xuan’s efforts.

Martial arts skills are another matter, but being handsome is a lifelong endeavor.

After the lightning, the world fell into darkness again. The third in command could barely see things clearly. He didn't pay attention to the other party's teasing and asked cautiously: "I wonder if the senior has any instructions in person?" Who cares about him? Saving his life is the most important thing.

"I was bored late at night. When I saw you guys gathered here, I thought there was something fun to do. But it turns out you're just getting caught in the rain. What a pleasant experience," Chen Xuan said with interest.

Of course, it is impossible to say that you guys are up to no good and I am here to solve the trouble. Wouldn't that be equivalent to being directly exposed?

You guys are all fucking sick. You just come to join in the fun when you see others gathering. What kind of interest is this? The third boss cursed in his heart, but smiled and said, "Excuse me, senior. We have something to discuss here."

"You must be cursing me in your heart right now, right?" Chen Xuan said suddenly. He didn't care who told him to do that. He knew it very well in his heart.

The third boss's hair stood on end, and he denied it flatly: "I didn't do it."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't curse me in front of me," Chen Xuan said indifferently. He didn't have the ability to read minds, so he had no idea what other people were thinking.

While the Third In Command was wondering if he was sick, Chen Xuan landed lightly on the ground with an umbrella in his hand. In another flash of lightning, the sky and earth suddenly became bright, and he walked through the crowd towards the Third In Command.

He said calmly: "Use all your strength, swing your sword at me, let me see your weight."

"Senior, you are joking. I dare not do that," the third in command swallowed his saliva and tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart.

It was raining so hard, but the other person was not even touched by any rain. It was so terrifying, especially his lightness skill. He must be a master of innate talent!
When he was two or three meters away from the other party, Chen Xuan looked downstream and said, "I don't dare, but I still think about it in my heart, right?"

"Senior, I have absolutely no such intention," the third in command was almost crying and was about to swear to the sky.

The Gao family's boat had arrived and passed by the island in the middle of the river. Chen Xuan looked at it like a stranger and was in the mood to observe it, but in the eyes of the third in command, this senior was more interested in him than the boat.

Chen Xuan didn't say anything, and the third in command didn't dare to move at all, let alone act according to the original plan.

During the process, Chen Xuan did not deliberately avoid suspicion and continued to speak: "I asked you to swing the knife at me with all your strength, but you didn't want to. Then let me do it instead?"

The wind and rain were so strong, and the building was more than a hundred feet away from them, so they were not worried that the people on the boat would see or hear them.

are you crazy.

The Third Master was speechless. The other party must be bored to death and was just entertaining him, but did he dare to attack? The key was that if he didn't defend himself, he would attack. What should he do?

The Third Master, wanting to cry but unable to, bent down and said, "Senior, why do you have to embarrass me? If you want me to make you happy, just tell me directly and I will do my best. I have quite a few gifts, how about giving them to you as a token of my filial piety?"

"I'm not old, I don't need your respect. This is the last time, swing the knife at me. If I'm happy, I won't make things difficult for you. If you disappoint me, you'll have to think about it yourself."

Chen Xuan was not just trying to make fun of the other person out of boredom, he just wanted to test his own abilities through the other person.

Moreover, although they intended to do something bad, they hadn't done it yet. Judging from their actions rather than their intentions, there was nothing serious. Chen Xuan wouldn't kill them all out of boredom. He didn't have such a strong desire to kill them. Besides, after this trip, they should have calmed down.

If he kills a bunch of people just by crossing the road, how many people will Chen Xuan have to kill on his way to Liuyu Academy?

Anyway, he had cornered the Third Master. The Third Master took a deep breath and said, "Senior, are you serious?"

"You think I'm kidding you?"

"Then... I'm sorry for offending you..."

The third in command had no choice. At this point, if he stuck his head out, he would be stabbed. If he kept his head down, he would be stabbed. He might as well do as the other party said and take a gamble. Maybe there would be a chance to survive.

After saying this, he slowly drew his sword and used all his internal energy to activate it. There was a hint of cold edge flashing on the blade.

Chen Xuan, who noticed this scene, thought to himself that there was something, but not much. His skills were stronger than Leng Bing's before Gao Jingyu came back, but the skills he practiced were far worse. They were not pure and condensed enough, making it difficult for the weapon to show its edge. This guy probably used all his strength.

He was no longer vague. Who knew if he hesitated for a moment, this 'senior' would kill him? So in an instant, the third in command moved with the sword, and the blade broke through the air. The resolute momentum seemed to tear the rain curtain apart. There were no fancy moves, only the inaudible sound of breaking through the air.

He swung his knife at Chen Xuan, but did not dare to hit the vital parts, even though Chen Xuan seemed to be completely unprepared at this moment.

"The blade's momentum was like a rainbow, swift and sharp, and the intensity was perfect. Unfortunately, it's hard to describe without a reference. I guess Geng Hong would be crippled if not killed by this blow. Hmm, I'll use him as a reference from now on."

This thought flashed through Chen Xuan's mind, but he did not move, still maintaining the relaxed posture of holding the umbrella.

He raised his left hand slowly and quickly, and two fingers accurately clamped the third in command's extremely sharp knife, as if it were as easy as holding chopsticks. From then on, his knife could not move forward an inch, even if he used all his strength and exerted all his internal energy, he could not shake it at all.

You must know that when he swung the knife, the rain within a radius of ten feet flew across, piercing the air like bullets, but it could not do anything to Chen Xuan's two ordinary fingers.

The gap was too big, so Chen Xuan only used 30% of his strength and didn't even use any proper martial arts!

Having one foot in the innate realm is no joke.

"It's okay," Chen Xuan said lightly.

The Third Master had given up struggling and said humbly, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Senior."

But at this moment, he heard a crisp sound of "ding", and his hand felt lighter. The precious sword that he had spent hundreds of taels of silver to have made was broken into two pieces!
Holding the half-broken blade, Chen Xuan loosened his fingers and let it fall and get stuck in the muddy soil.

"I'm a little disappointed. I'm also quite bored," Chen Xuan shook his head slightly.

The third in command subconsciously looked along the broken blade, his pupils constricted, but when he looked up again, a flash of lightning flashed across, and where was Chen Xuan in front of him?
It comes silently and leaves without a trace, just like a ghost!

What frightened the third in command the most was that, with the help of the lightning, he saw that where Chen Xuan had stood before, not even a blade of grass was broken.

After making sure that the terrifying existence had left, the third in command could no longer maintain his composure. He sat down on the muddy ground and gasped for breath, feeling as if he had been to the gates of hell.

Then he suddenly thought of something and muttered, "No, I have to send a message to the eldest and second bosses immediately, asking them to behave themselves for the next two days and stop selling amulets. God knows if that gamer just now will be disgusted..."

(End of this chapter)