Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 85 But the loneliness of the strong is called seeking defeat!
The young man in red had been gone for a long time, but the top of the temple was still very quiet, and everyone was recalling the unprecedented battle that had just taken place.

I thought I had overestimated the red-clothed madman as much as possible, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated him.

He seemed to be extremely at ease from beginning to end, facing one hidden master after another.

He even evolved his already unrivaled swordsmanship to an astonishing level, unleashing eight styles of 'Flying Fairies from the Sky' with every move of his hands.

Just one move earned the City Lord Baiyun the reputation of a peerless swordsman, so one can imagine how extraordinary the eight moves were.

However, nothing was as shocking as the final display of immortal power in human form. People just thought that this madman might have really become an immortal through martial arts practice, and was able to soar in the sky. He was constantly breaking through his understanding of martial arts.

“Although I had prepared myself mentally, I still couldn’t help but say something after seeing this scene.”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Hua Manlou with a complicated expression:
"Your brother isn't practicing martial arts at all, he's clearly cultivating immortality!"

"I just hope that he won't become a cold-hearted person who doesn't care about his relatives." Hua Manlou smiled bitterly.

A smile appeared on Xue Bing's pretty face:
"I don't think so. I actually think he's quite humane. Ximen Chuxue didn't die, and he showed mercy to that girl. This shows he's not some reckless, lawless madman."

"Don't be prejudiced against him just because he saved your life." Lu Xiaofeng shook his head.

Xue Bing retorted:
"Don't be prejudiced against him just because he broke one of your fingers."

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless and didn't know what to say.

After the full moon night, not only Mu Dao Ren and Ye Gucheng were stunned, they also felt like they had not woken up yet. It had only been a short time, and the world of martial arts had become so unfamiliar.

But none of them were as shocking as the red-clothed madman, who seemed to have shaken the entire martial arts world three times.

I don't know how many martial artists' views on martial arts were shattered by this. For this kind of martial arts that has been practiced to an incredible level, it is almost the same as the magic of immortals. Apart from worshipping him, they have no other thoughts.

My heartfelt admiration and respect have nothing to do with good or evil, and it doesn't matter what his personality or style is. It simply comes from the fact that as fellow martial artists, we both yearn for the mountains.

If you look down on him, you will look down on yourself even more.

The red-clothed madman is also listed as the most untouchable person in the martial arts world, because if he wants to kill your entire family, he will definitely do it.

The three thousand lives in Yangcheng have already shown how decisive that person was in killing. There are also Huo Xiu, Huo Tianqing and others, and Mu Dao Ren and his gang who were hiding very deeply for some reason. They are all lessons from the past.

Jiangnan, a small building in Taoyuan.

The young man in red was lazily resting under the peach tree, but he saw Niu Niu Tang familiarly calling the servants of Taoyuan to bring the prepared meal to the hexagonal pavilion.

"My dear, the food is ready, come and have a meal."

"You've been cooking for more than a month. Aren't you tired?" The young man in red stood up leisurely.

"I love cooking, so how can I feel tired?" said Beef Soup with a smile.

She suddenly remembered something and asked:
"The leader of the Western Demon Cult is the most mysterious and terrifying person in the martial arts world. It is rumored that his life experience is mysterious and his martial arts are mysterious. The sect he founded has become the most powerful outside the Great Wall and has begun to infiltrate the interior of the Great Wall."

"At such a peak of his power, do you think the leader of the Western Demon Cult, Jade Rakshasa, really died suddenly?"

Zhuang Bu Ran sat down to eat and asked nonchalantly, "Since you're interested, why don't you go with Lu Xiaofeng and the others to take a look?"

"I'm just doing this for fun when I'm bored. I don't have the time to travel thousands of miles to care about the life and death of an insignificant person."

Beef Soup poured a bowl of beef soup for the young man in red and said with anticipation:

"Try it. I've been cooking this soup for a long time. It's the culmination of my cooking based on your taste."

"You should go." The young man in red took a sip of soup with a spoon and said:
"You have already repaid the favor of sparing your life."

Beef Soup was stunned, and a strange look appeared on her pretty face:
"It's time to go. I just have a question for you."

"explain."

"Why did you show mercy to me that day?"

Beef Soup looked puzzled:
"The unrestrained craziness in red will definitely not hold back for no reason. The only one who survived, Ximen Chuxue, is simply because you wanted to see what kind of demeanor he would have after his swordsmanship reached perfection."

"You've been with him for over a month, why haven't you understood his personality yet?"

Gongsun Lan walked into the peach garden, walked into the hexagonal pavilion without any hesitation, sat down, and said with a smile:

"Whether he kills or not depends on his mood. For example, when I'm in a bad mood, I like to sell sugar-roasted chestnuts on full-moon nights." "Your nose is quite sensitive. You can always come at mealtime." Beef Soup raised her eyebrows slightly.

Gongsun Lan spoke slowly:
"My maid doesn't have your cooking skills, so she can only shamelessly come here to eat for free."

"Could it be that as you get older, your skin gets thicker?" Beef Soup said with concern.

"You'd better try not to run around so much from now on, otherwise the wrinkles on your face will only grow faster."

Gongsun Lan's smile grew wider:
"It's probably because a cook who is skilled in the art of cooking is more likely to become a shrew."

"Old woman, what did you say?"

"Did you hit a sore spot, little girl?"

"Haha." A chuckle from outside the field instantly attracted the attention of the two women.

"Go on, pretend I don't exist." The young man in red said calmly:
"If you don't feel like arguing is enough, you can just have a good fight. You have nothing to do anyway."

The two women were speechless, feeling that he was worthy of them.

After meal.

Gongsun Lan looked at Niu Rou Tang's departing figure, then at the young man in red lying back under the peach tree, and couldn't help but say:
"Zhuang Bu Ran, do you have no heart?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Beef Soup stopped.

"What do you think is the purpose of human life?" The young man in red asked to himself:

"Life is like an ox, never at leisure. When I have time, I sleep with the mountains. To me, life has no meaning. The so-called meaning is just the definition others give to us while we are alive."

"In this world, I only wish to come with excitement and leave with excitement, that's all."

He paused and said softly:

"For the sake of my acquaintance with you, I will say one more thing: I hope you will learn to be kind to yourself, cherish yourself, and let go of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in red disappeared from the recliner under the peach tree. A burst of peach blossoms fell, and a light voice echoed in the courtyard:

"see a visitor out."

The servant of Taoyuan had no choice but to come over and look at the two women helplessly.

Half a year later, in the small building in Taoyuan.

"Xiao Ba, you don't want to lie down like this for the rest of your life, do you?" Hua Manlou walked into the yard and found that the young man in red was still sleeping under the peach tree.

"You know that since ancient times, the loneliness of the weak has not been pitied, but the loneliness of the strong has been called the pursuit of defeat!"

Shi Xiuxue, who accompanied Hua Manlou to Taoyuan, had an inexplicable expression on her face, as if she found someone even more terrifying and moving. Although the person was right in front of her, he gave people a vague and illusory feeling that was completely different from the mortal world, as if he would disappear at any time.

"Your steps are brisk, your face is full of spring, and your footsteps reveal a genuine joy." Zhuang Bu Ran's mouth curled up:

"Are you planning to get married?"

"Uh, you can't be really a martial arts master!" Hua Manlou was stunned, then smiled and said:

"I came here to tell you that I'm going to marry Xiuxue. The date has been set, and it's going to be in half a month."

"It's just a little trick that's not worth mentioning."

The young man in red said lazily:
"Everyone's footsteps have different speeds and softnesses, and they change with their moods, but the rhythm remains constant. This allows us to identify people and sense their moods."

He suddenly turned to Shi Xiuxue:
"I crippled your master, yet you're still willing to marry Hua Qitong. This quite aligns with my impression of your sect."

Shi Xiuxue said helplessly:
"You're just a person who doesn't spare anyone with your words. Ever since my master stepped down as the head of the sect, his temper has finally become less arrogant and fierce. After seeing you kill Huo Xiu and others, he must have understood that you saved his life."

"Otherwise, given his temperament, he'd be in trouble if someone else did something unintentional or deliberate."

Zhuang Bu Ran smiled and said:
"Okay, you can go back now. I need to think about what gift to prepare."

(End of this chapter)