Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 21: Finally Meeting Huang Yaoshi

"You are a person who regards love as nothing. I am like asking a blind person for advice." Li Mochou said dejectedly.

"Zhuang is a selfish person who always demands things of others. Why should others put up with me?"

"If I fall in love with a girl who is elegant, wealthy, beautiful, kind, generous, and intelligent, and when her voice and appearance are completely destroyed, her body is severely injured, her will is depressed, and her time is running out, I don't think I can remain loyal to her. At most, I can feel some pity for her."

"You are so honest that you can say it so openly." Li Mochou looked at Zhuang Bu Ran deeply.

"There's nothing that can't be discussed." Zhuang Bu Ran looked at the clear waters of the lake.

“Because everyone who comes here is just a passerby.”

When Li Mochou heard this, she couldn't help but feel that the young man in green robe who seemed to be right in front of her was actually far away in the horizon.

"Aren't all these words of yours what you thought before? What about now?"

"Your obsession is just about love. You want to be with your lover day and night, loving each other till old age. Zhuang is utilitarian and doesn't care about decades of money and comfort. I am invincible in the world."

Li Mochou looked strange and asked tentatively:

"You don't even want wealth and glory, or invincibility. Do you share the same delusion as those emperors and generals, wanting immortality?"

"What Zhuang wants has nothing to do with you." Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly:
"I'll go my way later, and you can go your way, and don't get in my way."

"He changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. Could it be that I was right?" Li Mochou's mood improved a little bit.

"You've always been obsessed with Lu Zhanyuan, and you still have the desire to make him change his mind."

Zhuang Bu Ran shrugged:

"It seems that this is the power of white moonlight."

"What do you mean?" Li Mochou asked doubtfully.

"White Moonlight, the one I didn't get, the one I can't let go of, the one I didn't use well, Red Spider Lily, the one I didn't dare get, Crimson Mole, the one I got but it's not enough."

"Heart's blood, which requires a lot of effort to obtain. Fate's calamity, which requires a lot of effort to obtain. White rice grains, which are easily obtained but tasteless. Mosquito blood, which requires only a small price to obtain."

Zhuang Bu Ran turned around and asked with a smile:
"Do you think Lu Zhanyuan is your white moonlight?"

"You," Li Mochou said in an inexplicable tone, "having analyzed love to this point, I don't believe you are as heartless and ungrateful as you say."

"My mind is full of love and affection. I really don't know what to say."

Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes spread:
"I once experienced a dream that felt like a dream, a thousand times reborn and dead, each time ruthlessly cutting myself into pieces. From this, I finally realized the art of meditation and concentration."

Li Mochou frowned as she listened, very confused.

"The white face of lotus is but a skeleton covered in flesh; the red makeup of peony is a murderous blade; the beauty of a hundred beauties has ruined countless men."

Zhuang Bu Ran looked calm and composed.

"The skeletons of the dead are nothing but bones and flesh. This method of contemplation can be called the contemplation of the white bones."

"You also know the mysterious White Bone Temple that the monks talk about?" Li Mochou was shocked.

Zhuang Bu Ran said in a slightly embarrassed tone:
"Looking at beauty as if it were bones, looking at bones as if it were beauty, with such a lack of desire and fear, Zhuang Mou now really doesn't know what it means to be moved."

"The conversation is over, I'll leave first."

He leaped into the air and landed on a ferry. He gave a few instructions to the middle-aged man rowing the boat, and the boat sailed away on the lake.

Li Mochou, standing by the Taihu Lake, was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking, and then she jumped onto a ferry.

Before a waterfront, a bluestone pier held numerous fishing boats, while on the shore, a vast manor, dotted with buildings, stood. The manor's pavilions and terraces were meticulously laid out, with paintings in the windows and gardens within the gates. Standing atop the walls, one could see the complex terrain and winding roads, making it difficult to determine where one was.

At this moment, many people gathered in the manor, including the owner Lu Chengfeng and his son, Guo and Huang, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

There was also a white-bearded old man wearing a yellow banyan short shirt and a blind woman with long hair draped over her shoulders, long and pointed fingers and hooked nails.

And Guo Jing was fighting with the white-bearded old man.

"Rong'er, Master, this old man's martial arts skills are mediocre. It would have been fine if he hadn't hit me just now, but after he hit me with a palm, his strength was completely exposed."

After Guo Jing finished speaking, he stepped forward and slapped the white-bearded old man out of the door.

Not long after, a lazy and easygoing young man in a green robe came in carrying a white-bearded old man.
"I didn't expect that when I first arrived at your village, I would receive a decent living secret book."

"Brother Zhuang, why are you here at Guiyun Manor?" Guo Jing asked in surprise, his tone showing no resentment for being beaten before.

As soon as Huang Rong saw Zhuang Bu Ran, she couldn't help but sneer:

"Mr. Zhuang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you stupid? Can't you see that the old man in your hand is a fraud?"

"Qiu Qianren, nicknamed Iron Palm Floating on Water, actually has a little-known twin brother named Qiu Qianzhang. Although they are twins, their personalities are completely different: one is gifted, insidious and vicious, while the other is unmotivated, lazy and ridiculous."

As Zhuang Bu Ran spoke, he slapped the white-bearded old man a few times. He immediately felt unbearable pain and screamed miserably. He then pressed a few acupuncture points on him and said:

"You are an old hand, so there should be no need for me to say anything more."

"I understand, I understand. I will obey you in everything." Qiu Qianzhang shrank back and replied hurriedly.

As Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes swept across the crowd, Lu Chengfeng was excited and asked hurriedly:

"May I ask where your master comes from?"

"He is a self-taught martial arts genius with no school or sect. Don't make the mistake of recognizing him." Huang Rong said in a cold and sarcastic tone.

Zhuang Bu Ran ignored him and raised his head and said loudly:
"Since entering the martial arts world, I have learned the unique skills of the West Poison, the North Beggar, and the South Emperor. I wonder if I can learn the unique skills of the East Evil today?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone had different expressions, wondering why he said this for no reason. Mei Chaofeng and Lu Chengfeng's expressions changed slightly. As disciples who were expelled from Peach Blossom Island, they felt that they were not qualified to represent themselves as the descendants of the East Evil, but they also did not want to weaken the prestige of their mentor.

Among them, when Lu Chengfeng was about to speak, his eyes blurred and he saw a strange man in a green robe leaping up lightly, as if floating in the air. After a few jumps, he had jumped into the door.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a green cloth robe. His face looked extremely strange. His eyeballs seemed to be able to move slightly, but other than that, his muscles, mouth and nose were all as stiff as wood and stone.

It looked like a dead person's head mounted on a living person's body, and when one saw it, a chill ran down one's spine.

"Daddy!"

Huang Rong recognized him immediately and threw herself into the arms of the strange man in green clothes, bursting into tears:

"Daddy, why does your face look like this?"

On the other side, Mei Chaofeng froze when she heard this, and stood there with shame on her face. Lu Chengfeng was overwhelmed with sadness and joy, and was so excited that he forgot about his disabled leg. He wanted to stand up, but fell to the ground.

The strange man in green, Huang Yaoshi, took off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his true face.

Suddenly, except for Mei Chaofeng and Ke Zhenwu, everyone else had a strange look on their faces.

Similar robes, similar looks. If the young man in green robe was not younger and taller than Huang Yaoshi, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the same person.

Huang Rong then finally asked the most puzzling question she had been asking for these days:

"Dad, besides me, your daughter, do you have another son?"

(End of this chapter)