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

Chapter 110 Toothless Disciple
All the way west.

The scenery gradually transformed into a desolate landscape familiar to the three of them.

On the roof of the donkey cart, Ding'an sat upright, a long-absent sight, reading a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

The little beggar tugged at Shao Yang's sleeve and pointed upwards:

"Look, has Ding'an's brain been fried by the 'city burning down'?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the roof of the car: "He's pretending to be Guan Yu!"

"what?"

Ding'an's voice rang out: "You scoundrels who sneer at others, you are not human!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and scolded, "Get out of here!"

Ding An said calmly, "I'm a reader of the Spring and Autumn Annals, I won't argue with you."

"You don't even have Red Hare, so what are you pretending to be, a martial saint?"

"Though there is no code, there are donkeys; my heart is as vast as the sky and as boundless as the sea, encompassing heaven and earth."

Enraged, the little beggar climbed onto the roof of the cart like a monkey and kicked out, yelling, "Get off the horse!"

Ding'an cried out "Ouch!" and landed on the white donkey with a gurgling sound.

Suddenly realizing that a pair of murderous eyes were staring intently at him, Ding An quickly jumped into the driver's seat and grinned at Shao Yang, "Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood!"

Ren Shaoyang said leisurely, "Broken hand, when will your bright red face heal?"

Ding An touched his face and said with a wry smile, "It'll be a while longer."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and sighed, "I never expected that you, you green-skinned man, would actually come up with the idea of ​​'burning the city in flames'."

"Hehe, lucky, lucky!" Ding An scratched his head.

How did you come up with that?

Ding An said naturally, "When you fought with Yao Yue outside Yichang City, she suddenly emitted a cold aura, so I used the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill' to ward off the cold, and that's how I figured it out."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned: "That's it?"

“Of course it’s not that trivial.” Ding’an looked at Shao Yang strangely. “The key point is what the little beggar said: ‘It’s not that I feel cold, it’s that my heart is cold.’”

Hongxiu poked her head out from the roof of the car and asked, "What have you figured out?"

“‘It is not the sail that moves, nor the wind that moves, but the heart of the benevolent that moves!’”
"I thought that the original internal energy of the wedding dress needed to be forcibly restrained by the body to prevent it from going berserk, just like holding firewood, which was very uncomfortable."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and smiled, "This is how kung fu has been practiced since ancient times."

Ding An shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "But I want to change the training method."

"for example?"

“It’s better to guide than to block! I’ll give up the restraint and go berserk, since I can fix it with the Divine Illumination Technique! I’ll use my body as a scabbard and my internal energy as the blade. When I draw the blade, I’m not thinking about ‘using my internal energy’ but about ‘setting fire.’ So when I use ‘Burning City’, I’ll remove all my protective true energy and let the internal energy of my wedding dress burn through all my meridians. I’ll use the pain to stimulate my five senses to increase dramatically.”

"The more pain I experience, the hotter the flames released the moment I strike will be, and the more terrifying their power will be!"

When Ding An finished speaking, Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar both fell silent.

After a moment, Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "Ding'an, you're a fucking genius!"

"Right? You guys always say I'm naive, but actually I'm incredibly clever."

"Before you've mastered the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill,' you're not allowed to use this suicide bombing!"

"Huh? Why?"

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly: "I don't want you to explode in the middle of a fight!"
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The donkey cart sped along, the wild wind blew fiercely, and the shadows of grass and trees flew past. A feeling of indescribable joy welled up in my heart.

High in the sky, eagles soar and hover, sometimes near, sometimes far, occasionally letting out melodious cries.

After running for an hour, Ren Shaoyang suddenly saw a stream ahead.

So they stopped the car by the stream, let the white donkey drink water, and Ding'an took a basket of radishes, washed them, and fed them to the donkey.

He rambled on and on, making the white donkey's ears droop.

A little further upstream, Ren Shaoyang washed his face with clean water and got up to see the little beggar burying his head in the water, gulping down several mouthfuls, then tilting his head back, puffing out his cheeks, and spitting water into the sky like a finless porpoise.

Ren Shaoyang, also in a playful mood, buried his head and took several big gulps, using the gaps between his teeth to create a miniature human fountain.

He possessed profound internal strength, and when he gathered his energy, he could unleash a powerful and sustained attack.

A small rainbow appeared under the sun.

Hongxiu was overjoyed, clapping and cheering.

After washing up, the two sat together on a rock, gazing at the distant white clouds.

Looking at the golden fish swimming in the river and the tall trees on both banks, Hongxiu suddenly sighed and said softly, "It's changed so much compared to where I'm back home."

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang asked, "Have you been here before?"

The little beggar nodded and said, "I've been here before, when we went down to Jiangnan."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I only remember that you slept the whole way. I really didn't expect you to remember."

Hongxiu said, "I'm awake and asleep at times!"

The two were silent for a while, then the little beggar suddenly sighed, "If you count the time, we've been away from home for three years."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "What's wrong? Want to go back?"

"No, it's just that I feel a bit sentimental." There seemed to be starlight in Hongxiu's eyes. "I'm no longer the carefree little beggar I used to be."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Then what have you become?"

Hongxiu raised her small face and sighed, "A generation of sword masters, the number one female knight in the world, the goddess constable, the female Vajra, one of the three heroes of the North and the sword immortal!" Ren Shaoyang said expressionlessly, "A donkey cart can't hold so many people."

Hongxiu gritted her teeth: "Hmph! You're just jealous."

Just then, Ding'an's shouts came from afar: "Crippled man, little beggar, I've caught a pheasant, come and eat!"

The two immediately leaped up and rushed to Ding'an's side.

Ren Shaoyang dug up some yellow mud on the road, preparing to make beggar's chicken.

The three of them worked hard for a while, and after the meat was cooked, they hurriedly broke through the mud and peeled away the leaves to reveal the golden, translucent, and juicy chicken.

The steaming chicken made the three of them cheer loudly, blowing on it as they tore into it, their mouths greasy with oil.

Soon the sun sank in the west, and night fell.
The three sat around the campfire, which crackled and popped. They were very comfortable with the local scenery and instinctively felt at ease.

Hongxiu looked at the two of them with a smile, but suddenly her ears bulged and her face turned pale.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "A master has arrived?"

“Not a master,” Hongxiu said coldly, “just a rat.”

"A rat?" Ding'an asked in surprise. "What's so scary about that?"

"One or two rats are not scary, what's scary is hordes of them, rats all over the mountains and fields!"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from heaven and earth; the sound was neither sharp nor mournful.

Yet it evokes an instinctive discomfort, sending chills down one's spine.

It sounds like a saw cutting wood, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and if you listen carefully, it sounds like the friction of swords.

This noise is so loud it makes your teeth itch and your legs go weak.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly stood up and looked into the distance.

In the distance, a gray "sea" stretched out!
Hundreds and thousands of rats, some as big as cats, are spreading and gnawing on everything in their path, from flowers and trees to plants.

Ding An felt a chill run down his spine: "This, this thing is really scary!"

The little beggar was already clinging to him, while at the same time, the white donkey was trembling and burrowed its head into Ding'an's arms.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and suddenly shouted, "Wei Wuyuan?"

The sound was just like a clap of thunder in spring, crackling across the wilderness and causing the nearby stream to suddenly surge with waves.

The rats in the distance were also affected, and they were terrified. With two squeaks, a large number of them lay on their backs and died.

Just then, a burst of wild laughter echoed through the twilight.

A sharp voice mocked, "Truly worthy of being the 'White-Clad Sword God' who injured Yaoyue!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang realized that the tone didn't sound like that sycophantic Wei Wuyuan. He immediately said coldly, "Do you know who I am? You still dare to provoke me?"

Before the words were finished, a sinister green light suddenly flashed from the dark corner, and as the light flickered, four figures gradually appeared.

Of the four, the two walking in front were as thin as bamboo poles, one wearing a blue robe and the other a yellow robe, their faces greasy and disgusting.

The other two were one tall and one short, with decent-looking faces, but their expressions, postures, and piercing blue eyes made them look like they had crawled out of a grave.

It carried an indescribable sinister aura.

The little beggar frowned. The tall man suddenly turned to look at her, gave a wicked smile, and then pulled a rat out of his sleeve and put it in his mouth to chew!
Ren Shaoyang, the little beggar, and Ding An were all shocked, their pupils dilating in disbelief. They had never seen such utterly disgusting behavior.

"Hmph, so you're the 'Three Highs Heroes'?" The shorter man chuckled sinisterly at their reaction. "Afraid even to eat a rat?"

The man in blue standing to the side sneered, "You're so young, yet you're about to die. I can't help but feel sorry for you."

The man in yellow laughed, "His name is Wei Qingyi, and mine is Wei Huangyi. We didn't intend to kill you, but our master heard that Palace Master Yaoyue was injured because of you."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the campfire flicker.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and a blade of sword was instantly in front of him!
The four people screamed in fright and immediately took action. Four beams of green light appeared, a foul stench wafted over, and the grass on the ground withered instantly.

But the blade was like smoke, twisting and turning, its edge flickering, gently circling around them.

Immediately, with a "whoosh," the sword blade vanished, and a white shadow shot straight into the sky.

The four people were puzzled and looked up. As soon as they looked up, they saw four heads fall down one after another, blood shooting into the sky, and the headless corpses fell backward.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ren Shaoyang unleashed countless sword blades that surged forth like a towering wave, slamming down on the giant rat on the ground.

In an instant, sword light filled the sky, falling like rain.

The ground creaked incessantly, and the soil and the flesh and blood of the giant rats were mixed together.

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of rats died.

Ding An walked over and said in a muffled voice, "It's disgusting. I just finished eating."

"Don't talk!"

The little beggar couldn't hold it in any longer and quickly ran to the stream to vomit profusely.

Ding'an's face also turned green, and he couldn't help but vomit next to her.
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For the next day and night, the little beggar and Ding'an didn't eat much.

The main problem was that the scene of the man eating the rat was too disgusting.

Especially since the mouse was squeaking and being put into someone's mouth.
Damn it, Wei Wuyuan is truly disgusting!
Ren Shaoyang was utterly speechless; these twelve constellations were far beyond the limits of human capability.

Although the person has been killed, the psychological impact of the scene of chewing a raw rat continues.

"You disgust me, don't you?"

Ren Shaoyang's appetite had also decreased significantly; this was the first time he had felt such a strong killing intent since becoming a bandit.

(End of this chapter)