Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 107 I'll Chop You Up (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A dilapidated town.

The tavern was bustling with martial arts practitioners, but the major events they spoke of had changed.

What began as the "Southern Heavenly Treasure" of Mount Emei has now become the downfall of "Jiangnan Hero" Jiang Biehe.

Among them, the most talked about is the so-called "three-high knight" who is known for his "high courage, high flight, and high skills".

A young man in a white robe, a girl with a ball-shaped hairstyle, and a young man with a missing hand.

The three men traveled the world in a donkey cart.

It is said that once you have ridden in such a donkey cart, you will never forget it.

Moreover, their martial arts skills are widely admired.

The young man with the severed hand possessed Yan Nantian's "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" and was also said to have superb swordsmanship.

The white-robed youth possessed immense strength and unparalleled lightness skills, yet he was able to be kited by Jiang Biehe!
And so on.
These江湖子 (jianghu zi, meaning people from the martial arts world) speak very loudly, and what they say is extremely eye-catching.

Therefore, people in the tavern were all talking about it and chatting away.

Ultimately, they all came down to one question—where were they going to take Jiang Biehe?

Night had fallen, and the tavern had returned to its quiet state.

Ye Yunuan, a waiter at the tavern, was tidying up the tables and chairs and wiping the countertops all by herself.

The shopkeeper had already gone back to his room to rest.

By the time he finished patiently, the moon was high in the sky, and only the night watchman was left calling out on the town's streets.

Ye Yu Nuan walked calmly down the street. The evening breeze made him feel refreshed, and he was happy despite being all alone.

When he reached the crossroads leading home, he didn't go home, but instead turned around and went to the riverbank.

This tributary flows towards the distant farmland, its rushing water making a clear and pleasant sound.

The water plants leaned limply to one side, and flying insects and mosquitoes swarmed along the riverbank.

Ye Yunuan laughed heartily, her laughter growing louder and louder.

Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he drew a short sword about a foot and a half long from behind him, clearly a substandard product casually made by the blacksmith at the village entrance.

But Ye Yunuan cherished it inexplicably. After all, it was bought with several months' worth of his savings.

The four characters "茴" (huí) echoed in his mind.

It gradually evolved into four sword styles.

"Waves, flowers, flying shadows!"
Inspiration flowed freely within him, and he thrust out his sword with swift, fluid movements.

The stream flowed gently, but the short sword in the young man's hand moved like flowing water, their movements mirroring each other.

The figure dressed as a waiter slowly exuded an ethereal aura.

"Clang!"
Ye Yu Nuan sheathed her sword and hid it behind her back. She looked up at the night sky and thought to herself, "I have grasped a little bit of my benefactor's sword technique, but I still need to practice more."

Then, his face turned ashen: "Now that our benefactor is famous, and famous indeed. Everyone is curious about his martial arts skills. If they investigate, they might find me. With my current swordsmanship, I can't possibly withstand it."

"Since I need time to practice my swordsmanship and also need to avoid those martial arts practitioners, why not return to my hometown in the South China Sea, find a place to cultivate diligently? Once my swordsmanship is proficient, I can venture into the martial arts world again, which would be a way to live up to my benefactor's expectations!"

Thinking of this, Ye Yu Nuan's expression brightened, filled with anticipation for the future. She immediately ran home, gathered a few tattered clothes, and disappeared into the night.
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The Sun Also Rises.

The city of Luzhou in Sichuan began to bustle with activity.

Shops lined both sides of the street. The shop owners greeted each other and then took down their door panels to prepare for opening their shops to welcome customers.

The number of pedestrians on the road began to increase, and shouts, laughter, curses, and dog barks filled the air.

At the breakfast stall, a drunkard tapped his head, then happily drank his tofu pudding while chatting and boasting to a yawning gambler next to him.

This lively atmosphere actually eased Ren Shaoyang's mind a bit.

At this moment, he and Hongxiu were driving the donkey cart, while Ding'an, contrary to his usual behavior, was sitting inside.

It was not Ding'an who bullied the two.

Instead, as the three became famous, Ding An became too conspicuous and eye-catching on the roof of the car, and was always recognized.

Along the way, all sorts of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) figures emerged, some wanting to become disciples, some wanting to challenge others, some acting as matchmakers, and others offering to treat people to meals.

If the people at the beginning were genuinely sincere, the three of them found it novel and interesting.

However, there were many treacherous people behind them, which disgusted Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu. After giving them a beating, they let Ding'an sit in the carriage and drove on their way. This way, they were much less bothered.

Inside Luzhou city, Ren Shaoyang saw that a breakfast shop had opened, so he ran over and ordered some steamed buns and tofu pudding.

Just as I was paying, I heard the little beggar shout, "I want a meat bun!"

He paused, then turned his head expressionlessly.

On the donkey cart, the little beggar gestured exaggeratedly: "I want a big one, meat, and a bun!"

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Young master dotes on his younger sister."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "She's really annoying!"

"You cripple, I can hear you!"

Hongxiu's voice drifted over from afar.

The shopkeeper laughed heartily, while Ren Shaoyang smiled wryly and asked, "Do you have any large meat buns?"

The owner said, "Yes, it's fresh out of the steamer!"

Ren Shaoyang took out some silver coins and pointed to the drawer, "I'll take them all."

The shopkeeper was stunned: "Eight steamers of buns, you want them all?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "I can eat, I love to eat, and I eat a lot."

The shopkeeper glanced at the silver on the table and nodded: "Opening a shop is no big deal, I've certainly learned something new today! Please wait a moment, young master!"

When Ren Shaoyang returned with the steamed buns and tofu pudding, the shop owner was still sighing, "Being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing."

The donkey cart moved slowly forward, and the three people were showing off their steamed buns.

Luzhou is a large city; it took walking through several long streets to finally leave the city.

By this time, the sun was high in the sky, and the scenery in the suburbs was picturesque.
Ahead, a cluster of flowering trees was in full bloom, with thousands upon thousands of unnamed wildflowers. A small stream flowed through the flower grove, its water sparkling in the early summer sun.

In the distance, a poor man was lying by the stream, basking in the sun, his face rugged but with a gentle smile on his lips.

At this moment, insects are chirping, birds are singing, and flowers are blooming. The soil on the ground is as soft as a blanket, which feels very comfortable.

Just then, a donkey cart passed by, and the delicious aroma of steamed buns made his stomach rumble.

The poor man rubbed his stomach and said with a bitter smile, "Stomach, oh stomach, the thing in this world that is a thousand times more painful than love and hate is probably that you are mistreated!"

At this moment, there was a "whoosh" sound.

A steamed bun suddenly appeared in his palm, spinning endlessly.

"Uncle, eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're full, and all your suffering will be gone!" A cheerful voice came from the donkey cart, and a young girl poked her head out, smiling. "I'll treat you to a big meat bun."

The poor man was just making a joke, but he never expected that his soft words would be heard by someone several feet away.

Even more unexpectedly, the meat bun could be handed to him in such a skillful way from several feet away.

With a slight smile, I took a small bite.

The poor man sighed contentedly, "Mmm, so juicy, just like the flavor of Old Li's in the east of the city."

After finishing the bun in three bites, the poor man suddenly flipped over and leaped up.

The man was tall and imposing, with a square face, thick eyebrows like knives, and a full beard. In the sunlight, he exuded an indescribable awe.

He watched the donkey cart disappear into the distance, a look of interest on his face, and murmured, "So spirited and high-spirited, could it be them?"

The donkey cart continued its journey and stopped at a large lake.

Ren Shaoyang saw several old men fishing in the distance, so he broke off a bamboo pole, took a ball of line, and made his own fishing rod.

Ready to show my skills.

The little beggar sat behind him, avoiding the blazing sun, and took out his magic knife, "Red Candle Flower," to slowly carve the wooden sculpture he hadn't finished the night before. Meanwhile, Ding'an was once again locked in a contest with the white donkey.

Ding'an originally didn't want to pay any attention to this wretched donkey.

But to everyone's surprise, the white donkey took the initiative to stretch its head into his arms and rub against him. Ding An, in turn, stroked its fur and immediately fed it a carrot with a big smile.

He kept muttering, "We're good brothers, I'll find you a female mule to breed with later."

The white donkey, which had been eating with a beaming smile, immediately smacked its face and spat all over Ding'an's face upon hearing this.

Ding'an was furious: "I thought you weren't a donkey, but now I see you're still a donkey!" With that, he went forward and started fighting with the white donkey, which ran further and further away.

"The cripple, with his broken hand, is fighting with the donkey again."

"Never mind them." Ren Shaoyang stared intently at the fishing rod, sensing a big catch was biting. "When don't they fish?"

The beggar sighed helplessly, "I'm really fed up with these two." Then he lowered his head and continued carving.

As the demonic blade whistled, Hongxiu exuded an aura of calm that was impossible to ignore.

She could only hear her heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing, her breathing, and the wind all around her. She saw it all, heard it all, and imprinted it in her heart.

It seems that the heavens and the universe are in their hands.

Every time the beggar made a cut, it perfectly matched one word—"perfect."

The entire wood carving possesses an indescribable beauty; any more would be too rich, and any less would be too bland.

Hongxiu was immersed in it, and she had a vague feeling that she had come up with the skill by combining the three techniques of keen hearing, sharp eyesight, and detachment of mind.

It should be called "The Universe is in Your Hands".

For no reason, she just felt that way.

The little beggar suddenly cried out, "Crippled man!"

"What's wrong?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed. The big fish wouldn't eat his bait. They were too picky. How hateful!

Hongxiu muttered under her breath, "I don't like white clothes anymore."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head: "Why?"

"That's right, I don't like it!"

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and cast another shot: "If you don't like it, just change it. We're rich! This little beggar looks good in anything."

"Hehe." Hongxiu chuckled. "I like red now, a fiery red."

"Then let's buy new cloth and make new clothes!"

Hongxiu smiled and handed him the finished wood carving.

Ren Shaoyang took it and saw that it was carved with a crescent moon and a woman in white with her clothes fluttering.

The woman in the wood carving perfectly embodies the spirit of Yaoyue.

"Ah, the knife work is simple yet the spirit is natural; it's really well carved."

Hongxiu massaged Shaoyang's shoulders and asked curiously, "If Yaoyue and I were to fight without using internal energy, who would win?"

Ren Shaoyang didn't turn around, but glanced at her and said quietly, "That's a bit bullying."

"I don't care, I still won!"

"Okay, you win, you win!"

The little beggar laughed for a while, then suddenly said, "Crippled man, I've discovered something."

"What?"

"The old man next door is always catching fish, but why haven't you made any?"

Ren Shaoyang's handsome face looked as if he were drunk, and he tried to defend himself: "I just arrived, I just arrived!"

Hongxiu pouted and looked at the already blazing midday sun: "When are we going to take it down?"

"One more cast." Ren Shaoyang's eyes were a little red, and the veins on his hand gripping the fishing rod were bulging. "One last cast, then the fish will be gone!"

On the other side, Ding'an and the white donkey got tired of fighting, so they each took out a radish and started eating it.

Suddenly, a towering figure enveloped him.

Ding'an and the donkey looked up together.

He saw a poor man smiling at him. The man was dressed in faded black cloth clothes, was very tall, and had a broadsword at his waist.

He looked dejected yet inexplicably intimidating.

The poor man stopped, carefully examined Ding'an for a few moments, and suddenly laughed, "You are Li Ding'an, one of the 'Three High-Ranking Heroes'?" His voice was loud and imposing.

Ding An was somewhat stunned, and stammered, "Who are you?"

Why does this young man seem so simple-minded?
The poor man frowned and shouted, "Tell me, where did you learn the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill'?"

Ding An scratched his head and said, "It was taught to me by Master Yan."

The poor man's eyes lit up like lightning, and he laughed loudly, "Is Yan Nantian really still alive?"

"It's thriving, and it has a huge appetite!"

The poor man's smile remained unchanged as he exclaimed with delight, "Excellent! This is the best news I've heard in over a decade!"

Ding An asked, "Senior, what is your relationship with Master Yan?"

"We've been looking for him for over a decade, and now it's time to settle the score."

Upon hearing this, Ding'an was greatly surprised and said, "Settle accounts? Are you going to cause him trouble?"

The poor man paused for a moment. His original intention was to find Empress Yan Nan, have a good drink with her, and talk about the things that had happened over the years.

Who knew that this naive young man would think he was going to cause trouble for Yan Nantian?

Could it be that there's something wrong with my description?

Very well, this is a good opportunity to test the strength of the successor of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill"!
The poor man thought for a moment, then glared and shouted, "Enough with the nonsense! Tell me quickly where Yan Nantian is so I can go find him."

Ding An glanced at his expression and suddenly said, "You are a friend of Hero Yan, so I will tell you. But you are not, so I cannot tell you."

The poor man shouted, "You won't agree?"

Ding An stood up and looked up at him: "Yes."

The poor man sneered, "Do you know that sometimes protecting something comes at a great price?"

Ding An thought for a moment and nodded: "I know, Chief Escort Shen turned into a monkey to protect the red goods."

Head镖师 Shen?
Shen Qinghong? He's still alive?

This man is a good man, it's a good thing he didn't die, but how did he turn into a monkey?
The poor man couldn't understand, so he shouted at Ding An, "Boy, you speak like that because you think I can't kill you, is that it?"

Ding An tilted his head and replied, "You've come here shouting nonsense. Are you itching for a knife?"

The poor man's facial muscles twitched, and he said coldly, "Kid, you're really irritating with your words."

As soon as he uttered the word "person," he suddenly drew his broadsword from his waist and slashed at a flowering tree beside him.

This sword strike was fierce and powerful, unmatched in its might. With a single swing, the massive tree, which was so large that it could not be embraced, snapped in two with a "crack" and slowly fell to the ground.

The poor man stared at him wide-eyed and said, "How do you think of my swordsmanship?"

Ding An scratched his head, somewhat hesitantly, and said, "To be honest, if I had seen your swordsmanship the day before yesterday, I would have been absolutely amazed." He gave a thumbs-up as he spoke.

The poor man raised an eyebrow: "The day before yesterday? What about yesterday, and today?"

“I saw an even more impressive sword technique yesterday,” Ding’an chuckled. “So, I came today to see your sword technique, senior.”

"It's just so-so."

The poor man roared in fury: "I'll chop you up!"

(End of this chapter)