Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 104 Genius, but just a threshold

Led by Wang Tong, Zhuang Bu Ran came to the large garden behind the main house, where he saw lanterns everywhere, as bright as day, and servants and guests standing everywhere.

Most of the people in the garden were young noblemen and noble ladies. They all looked at the white-haired and blue-shirted young man with strange eyes. Unfortunately, due to the obstruction of his view, they could only see his smooth and delicate chin and could not see his true face at all. A feeling of loss came over them.

It is rumored that the master of Qishazhai not only has inhuman martial arts skills, but his unparalleled graceful figure is even more impressive than his martial arts skills.

However, looking at the elegant rhythm in his movements, his steps were as light and ethereal as clouds and mist, like an immortal walking on the void, and his posture exuded a sense of coldness and aloofness from the inside out.

Even before actually seeing her face, I could already feel a sense of purity and perfection, as if my inner self was in resonance with the natural world, as if the very breath I took contained the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers, making me forget the worldly affairs.

I can't help but sigh that there is no false reputation behind such a great name.

When Zhuang Bu Ran walked into the main hall, the atmosphere became even more silent. The hundreds of guests in the hall were all prominent figures from the nearby counties and prefectures. They were either the leaders of a faction, wealthy businessmen, or high-ranking officials.

At this moment, in front of the young man in blue, he felt like a rookie entering the martial arts world. He didn't know whether to sit or stand. He wanted to go up and say hello, but he felt unworthy. He stood there motionless, afraid of being impolite, because this was a peerless strong man who could defeat ten thousand with one.

If you slightly anger him, you can imagine what will happen.

When Kou Zhong and the others came up and saw the situation in the hall, Kou and Xu suddenly thought of something:

"A man should be like this!"

"Master Qingzhai, please take a seat!" Wang Tong raised his hand and gestured to the group of rosewood chairs at the top.

"No hurry, it seems someone has come who is even more rude than me, the uninvited guest."

When the young man in blue turned around, there were two "bangs" in the courtyard, and two big men in green clothes fell in from the air and landed on their backs.

Wang Tong and Ouyang Xiyi walked out first and saw a tall and handsome young man striding towards them.

He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Although his face was a little long and narrow, it had clear contours and was as perfect as a marble statue. A red cloth was tied on his forehead. Under his plain green robe was a tight yellow warrior uniform, plus a leather vest, which made him look even broader in shoulders and narrow in waist. On each side of his waist hung a sword and a knife, looking very majestic.

The people around him saw that he had a solemn aura and a high nose and deep eyes, so they knew that he was probably not from the Central Plains. Even if he was, he had Hu blood.

Wang Tong thought that even the world-famous Qishazhai Master would show some courtesy when he came to the banquet, and this young man who suddenly came to visit was obviously a rookie who had just entered the martial arts world and was acting recklessly because of his good martial arts skills. His face turned cold and he said in a serious voice:
"You've just entered the room and you've already injured someone. Although Wang is not good at brandishing swords and sticks, he does know a few boxing moves. Why don't you tell me your name?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he said:
"My name is Ba Fenghan. I heard that many martial arts masters gathered at your house today, so I decided to come and meet them."

"Judging from your figure and appearance, what is your relationship with Bi Xuan of the Turks?" Ouyang Xiyi looked at Ba Fenghan carefully and asked.

Ba Fenghan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked back unwillingly:

"I guess you are Ouyang Xiyi, the hermit from Huangshan. No wonder you noticed that I came from the Turkic region. However, not only do I have nothing to do with Bi Xuan, but I am also someone he wants and is willing to take over."

In an instant, the two men's energy surged, and the seven or eight hundred people inside and outside the hall felt the temperature drop suddenly, and a cold murderous aura filled the entire place.

Ouyang Xiyi slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. His majestic figure and sharp eyes made him exude an irresistible demeanor.

Ba Fenghan's coat fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound. His hands behind his back grabbed the hem of his coat and held them at the hilt of his knife and sword respectively, making it unclear whether he was going to use the knife or the sword, or both.

"So this is the martial arts power that is not weaker than the Four Clan Leaders, but it's not that great." Kou Zhong muttered in a low voice.

"It's indeed far inferior. It can't compare to the dangerous and desperate fighting on the battlefield." Xu Ziling replied quietly:

"If it comes at all costs, I can at most be seriously injured, but I can fight to the death against a master of this level."

"Then don't we already become masters?" Kou Zhong replied belatedly.

Xu Ziling analyzed softly:
"I'm still a little behind. My martial arts skills are extraordinary, my combat experience is richer, and with the addition of the robbery technique, I can compete with grandmaster-level masters. My skills are still a little lacking."

As the two were talking in low voices in the corner, the energy in the middle of the courtyard suddenly increased.

"Clang!" The right side of Ba Fenghan's blade was slightly exposed, and immediately an extremely sharp sword energy was generated.

A murderous look flashed across Ouyang Xiyi's eyes. This boy was so young, but his martial arts skills had reached an unfathomable level. It was obvious that he was the most outstanding figure in the Turkic people after Bi Xuan. Looking at his temperament, he was a naturally cold and ruthless person.

If this boy is not eliminated, he might become another Bi Xuan, who is not of our race and has a different heart, which will make me want to kill him.

"Boring."

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly stepped out, and the energy on the field disappeared like a storm meeting the bright sun.

Ba Fenghan's body trembled slightly. As the blue-shirted youth approached, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and it was getting heavier and heavier. He suddenly half-knelt with his sword and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He lived up to his previous frivolous look, and his face showed horror and fear. He couldn't believe that such a thing existed in the world.

He claimed to be a martial arts genius of his generation, and had martial arts skills that were hard to match. Even for the three great masters of the time, it would not be easy for him to capture and kill him. How come he was seriously injured and vomiting blood after just one encounter?

Ever since the white-haired and blue-shirted young man appeared, he seemed to be against the will of God. An inexplicable aura kept squeezing his internal organs, meridians, tendons, bones, and flesh, as if he could be squeezed into a meat patty at any time.

"Sir, who are you?" Ba Fenghan's eyes were bloodshot.

Zhuang Bu Ran pretended not to hear anything and just turned his head slightly, when suddenly the sound of a flute arose in the courtyard.

The sound of the flute was extremely wonderful, with unpredictable pauses, like an impromptu work, or even a fairy song created by a master.

The sound of the flute was sometimes high and generous, sometimes sad and gentle, sometimes high and infinite, sometimes low and endless, which made the guests inside and outside the hall mesmerized.

The intermittent flute sound turned soft and delicate, instantly evoking the painful memories of countless people.

The sound of the flute changes again, and an extremely restrained passion blooms through the bright and melodious notes, as if gently telling the story in everyone's heart.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the courtyard showed the unique tranquility and beauty after the rain. The oppressive and chilling atmosphere dissipated into nothingness.

After hearing the song, Ouyang Xiyi no longer had any murderous intent in his heart. With a look of reminiscence in his eyes, he shouted:

"Qingxuan is here, why don't you come in and see me, so that I can see how much you look like Xiuxin."

From above the eaves came a female voice so sweet and soft that no words could describe it:

"It would be better not to meet each other. Qingxuan has come to play a song for you two, following my mother's will. Now that this is done, I will leave."

White mist appeared out of thin air around the blue-shirted young man, and he glanced at Ba Fenghan:
"You should feel lucky. You don't even have the qualifications to die in my hands right now. If you can replace Bi Xuan one day, you will have the qualifications to stand before me."

After saying this, he left like an immortal riding on a cloud.

Such a scene shocked everyone so much that they were speechless and stood there in a daze, unable to move.

Kou Zhong and the other two were already used to it, so they jumped up and chased after him.

But before leaving, Kou Zhong's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he left a message full of heroic spirit:

"So-called genius is just the threshold to meet my mentor."

"My name is Kou Zhong, the eldest senior brother of Xinjingzhai. I am the one who will expound the Way of Heaven, reshape the universe, and re-establish the Mandate of Heaven. I urge you to refrain from committing murder and defying Heaven, or you will be punished by Heaven."

Suddenly, not only the guests in the courtyard had puzzled expressions, but even Xu Ziling had a look of surprise and doubt.

I was surprised that he had the ambition to dominate the world, but I was also worried that the consequences of using the tiger's skin as a banner would be unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)