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

Chapter 124: All for the Sword Competition!

This is an ordinary small town with narrow streets and only a few dozen households.

The torrential rain last night has given this place a completely new look.

The weather remained gloomy, with occasional drizzle. In the streets and alleys, wandering figures carrying umbrellas and wearing straw raincoats could be seen everywhere.

As dusk fell, the rain intensified.

Pedestrians flocked to nearby teahouses and taverns to take refuge.

Ye Yu Nuan was sitting in the only liquor store in the town, drinking.

He practiced swordsmanship in his hometown in the South China Sea. Every day, he would fly to fight seabirds and dive to strike the waves. His swordsmanship improved rapidly, and his reputation grew.

In her spare time, Ye Yu Nuan enjoys teaching people how to write the character "茴" in four different ways.

Thus, the fame of the "Fennel Swordsman" gradually spread.

Perhaps due to the accent, it was passed around and eventually became "Huixiang Swordsman," which can be considered a lucky accident.

When the "Kunlun Sword Competition" ignited the martial arts world.

Ye Yunuan needed to cross the Central Plains to go to Kunlun, both for personal and emotional reasons. So he set off six months in advance and arrived at this small town after a few days to rest.

At this moment, the storyteller from the wine shop took to the stage and began to recount recent events in the martial arts world.

For example, the "Kunlun Blood-Clad Man" wreaked havoc in Xiuyu Valley, the "White-Clad Sword God" killed Wei Wuya with his sword, and the "Southern Hero" Lu Zhongyuan returned to the martial world. All sorts of stories about the martial world were told in a fantastical way.

Upon hearing this, the martial arts practitioners who had just arrived sighed that they were a step too late.

When the "White-Clad Sword God" cleaved Wei Wuya into mincemeat with a single sword strike, all the martial arts practitioners sighed in disbelief.

Ye Yunuan and the young man with a sword on her left both showed expressions of amazement.

Ye Yunu seemed to sense something and turned her head slightly.

Then he saw a young man dressed in white, with a pig-kidney-shaped face, put down the copybook in his hand and smiled at him.

At this moment, the two looked at each other like Xiahou Dun looking at Yang Jian—their eyes met.

They glanced at the swords at each other's waists and couldn't help but think the same thing: "He's a good swordsman!"

Ye Yunuan cupped her hands and said, "Ye Yunuan from the South China Sea greets you, brother."

The young man with the pig-kidney-shaped face was taken aback, then exclaimed in realization, "The Swordsman of Painting Fragrance?"

Ye Yunu smiled and said, "Indeed, may I ask what kind of gentleman you are?"

The young man put down the engraving and slowly closed the illustrated book.

Ye Yunuan caught a glimpse of him and was slightly stunned.

Is the picture above an erotic painting?
What is he looking at? Is he reading porn?
But the cover clearly says "Water Margin Side Story"!

At this moment, the young man cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Ximen Changhai greets Brother Ye!"

Ye Yunu raised an eyebrow: "Is this the Wanmei Manor in the Northern Frontier? I've heard so much about it!"

"Hahaha!"

Ximen Changhai winked and said with a smile, "It is truly a great honor to meet Brother Ye here!"

Ye Yunuan also laughed: "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Ximen should also be heading to Kunlun?"

Ximen Changhai praised, "Brother Ye has excellent judgment!" He then sighed, "Wanmei Manor has been closed for a long time, and although we have made great progress in swordsmanship, we absolutely cannot miss the duel between the world's greatest swordsman, the number one swordsman in the martial world, and the Palace Master of Yihua Palace. Otherwise, what difference is there between us and frogs at the bottom of a well?"

"Exactly."

Ye Yunuan smiled and said, "We martial artists are fortunate enough to witness such a grand event. Even in our old age, we will still look back with admiration."

Ximen Changhai slapped his thigh: "That's absolutely right! I, Changhai, came down the mountain for only two things!"

"Oh?" Ye Yu Nuan smiled. "Which two things?"

"The first thing is to seduce a woman." Ximen Changhai coughed, then sat up straight. "Find a good match, have a lovely child, and let her inherit my Wanmei Manor business."

You were reading porn just now!
Ye Yunuan glanced at the "Water Margin Side Story" on the table and gave a knowing smile: "I understand, I understand. And the second one?"

"The second thing is naturally to go to Kunlun," Ximen Changhai laughed. "To see the high mountains and gain some insights." He glanced at Ye Yunuan slightly. "Then to spar with masters and improve, that would be perfect."

Ye Yunu smiled and said, "Has Changhai always been this confident?"

Ximen Changhai chuckled and said, "I've always been very lucky." But as soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the street corner and froze.

Ye Yu Nuan laughed and said, "Why the expression? Did you see a ghost?"

Ximen Changhai said in a trembling voice, "Damn it, this is even more powerful than a ghost! Turn around and take a look!"

Ye Yunuan turned her head and saw three people emerging from behind the street corner on the left.

It turned out to be one man and two women, a total of three people.

The man, draped in a cloak and carrying a long sword, strode forward with great strides, exuding an air of self-confidence and pride, like a blazing inferno, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens!

The two women were of different ages; one was young, and the other was older.

The elderly woman had smooth, radiant skin, though her brows showed signs of age.

She was intimately holding the big man's hand, her eyebrows flushed with spring, her cheeks blushing, yet she clung to him, unwilling to let go.

The big man seemed a little embarrassed, but he scratched his head and let her be.

On the other side, the young woman was leading a fiery red horse, dressed in bright red clothes, and carrying a bright red riding whip. Her playful and lively eyes would occasionally glance at the two of them, then she would pout as if she were angry.

Seeing this, the burly man quickly tried to appease the girl with a smile, but he was clumsy and the more he tried to coax her, the darker her face became.

Finally, the girl stamped her foot and shouted, "Ugh! You're so annoying!" She immediately mounted the red horse, and with a soft neigh, the horse galloped away into the distance.

The burly man sighed, "It's more tiring than fighting that brat Ren!" His voice was deep and rumbling, and though it was a sigh, it had a commanding presence.

The woman covered her mouth and giggled, "Serves you right, who told you to always say the wrong thing?"

The big man scratched his head in distress: "If only Jing'er were as cute as that little beggar."

The woman rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly, "Hmph, little beggar, little beggar, why don't you ask her to be your daughter?"

The burly man laughed and said, "I really want to, but Shao Yang won't agree."

The woman laughed and said, "You clumsy fool, it would be strange if the Sword God agreed!"

The burly man said, "You know what, when I was unconscious in the Valley of Villains, I kept dreaming that people were calling me a 'barbarian.' After waking up, I don't know why, but I just love wearing this cloak!" As he spoke, he touched the cloak on his body and laughed heartily.

The woman listened to him speak, her eyes filled with affection, and said softly, "Nantian, you have suffered."

The burly man laughed, "What's so bitter about this? If it weren't for the Valley of Villains, how could I have met Shao Yang? And if I hadn't met him, how could I have reunited with you and Jing'er?" The woman blushed and whispered, "Without you by my side, I was all alone, and I even thought of ending it all. Thank goodness for Jing'er. Alas, I never thought we would actually be reunited." As she spoke, she looked at her lover with eyes full of tenderness and affection.

The burly man pulled her into his arms and said in a deep voice, "Third Sister, you've worked hard."

The woman said, "From now on, the three of us living well is more important than anything else."

After a moment of tenderness, the two suddenly felt that something was missing.

Oh no, my daughter has run away!

The woman suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Nantian, Jing'er, go after them!"

"it is good!"

The burly man raised his head in agreement, glanced sideways at the direction of the wine shop, then took the woman's hand and strode off to catch up.

Ye Yunuan and Ximen Changhai: Σ(っ°Д°;), Σ(っ°Д°;)
Damn, those eyes are terrifying!

"Changhai, is that big man the one I'm thinking of?"

"Old Ye, you're absolutely right!"

The two swordsmen in white looked at each other, speechless.

"I never expected him to come here!" Ximen Changhai slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, turning to walk out the door.

"Changhai, where are you going?"

"Yan Nantian is here, and so is his daughter!" Ximen Changhai's voice was barely audible, yet it came through telepathy. "If I don't go after them, won't I regret it for the rest of my life?"

"But, but your book?"

Ye Yu Nuan held up a copy of "Water Margin Side Story" and shouted.

Ximen Changhai stumbled and roared back, "That's your book!" Then he turned and left without looking back.

Ye Yunu thought for a moment, stuffed the book into her clothes, and shouted, "Wait for me, Changhai!" and chased after him.
-
On the shore of the South China Sea.

A figure in white appeared.

This person was dressed in white, with white hair and a white face, but had red lips like flames.

She sat alone on the Wind-Moving Rock on Dongshan Ridge, the boulder swaying back and forth in the sea breeze.

But these slight tremors could not compare to the hatred surging within her heart.

Yaoyue's face suddenly changed, turning neither red nor white, and even becoming transparent.

Under the sunlight, every tendon and bone in her muscles seemed to be clearly visible, making this stunningly beautiful face appear inexplicably mysterious and terrifying.

Yaoyue slowly opened her eyes, her hatred and murderous intent transforming into a calm, icy demeanor.

"Sister, you really succeeded." Lianxing stood not far away, gazing at him intently, and said softly.

Yaoyue smiled slightly and said casually, "Lianxing, how long did it take us to reach the eighth level of Mingyu back then?"

Lianxing gazed at her intently and slowly said, "Twenty-four years."

“Others need at least thirty-two years of hard work to reach the eighth level, while we only took twenty-four years. This progress has truly surpassed that of the ancients.” Yaoyue said calmly, word by word, “But why did we not make any progress in the following twenty years and were unable to reach the next level?”

After a long while, Lianxing sighed and said, "For the first twenty-four years, we were single-minded when we practiced. But in the last twenty years, we became like ordinary people, with worries and pains, and we could no longer concentrate as much as before."

Yaoyue looked at her and asked coldly, "What is it that troubles and pains us?"

Lianxing remained silent for a long while, then murmured, "Jiang Feng."

“That’s right!” Yaoyue said coldly, “We’ve been trapped in the same place for twenty years by a stinky man! Twenty years, do you know how I’ve spent them?”

"sister."

Suddenly, Yaoyue asked, "You mean Lu Zhongyuan took Xiaoyuer and Hua Wuque to find Ren Shaoyang, right?"

Lianxing didn't speak, she just nodded.

"I'm not in the mood to talk about that bullshit Little Fish and Hua Wuque right now!"

Inviting the moon, he waved his sleeve and said in a cold voice.

"The hatred of being humiliated burns in my heart every day! I have only one purpose, and will always have only one!"

"Kill Ren!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and the world seemed to be filled with a sense of impending doom.

Suddenly, Yaoyue leaped into the air, like a drifting white cloud. With a gust of wind, her dancing white hair resembled countless sword threads, carrying her over mountains and valleys. Like a wisp of smoke, she swiftly descended the mountain and disappeared along the coastline.

Lianxing gazed at the azure sea and sky, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, speechless with sorrow. Light, which brings boundless hope to others, now brought her only pain.
-
In the height of summer in July, all things come to life.

The entire martial arts world was as restless and uneasy as a cicada in summer.

Although there were still about six months left, the leaders of all the sects, large and small, and the heads of all the gangs, after giving instructions on the affairs of their respective sects, led their elders and disciples to Kunlun.

At the same time, it also brought to light many reclusive old-timers, and these old monsters, who had been secretly heading west for years.

Even from the far west, several people dressed in black robes and exuding a mysterious aura arrived.

The towns surrounding Kunlun are now teeming with people, and public security has greatly declined.

The same was true for Luoxia Town. However, Chu Feng, the leader of the Tiandao Sect in Luoxia Town, possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. With his long sword, he fought more than ten battles, large and small, silencing all the martial artists in the town.

His sword was damaged in several duels, so he had to return to his sect to find someone to help repair it.

Inside the Taibai Izakaya, a young man dressed in white and wearing a scholar's hat was smiling as he did the accounting.

A young girl with her hair in a bun and wearing a new flower hairpin was running errands in the shop, chatting and laughing with these江湖 (jianghu) people. They got along very well and were almost about to become sworn brothers.

The black-clad, one-armed youth was not present; it was said that he had been invited by the leader of the Heavenly Blade Sect to repair his sword.

In the backyard, a white donkey was biting the ear of a large tiger. The tiger was howling in pain but dared not resist.

Inside the wine shop, there was a thin old man who chuckled as he watched the people coming and going.

Everything seemed to be flourishing, yet everything was like a thunderclap hidden beneath the water.

For just one thing!

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the White-Clad Sword God, Mingyu in her wedding gown, and the Kunlun Sword Tournament!
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