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

Chapter 50 The Great Treasure (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Crash!"

Ding'an, his hands covered in flour, used his palms as knives, slashing three times in quick succession, the iron chains on his hands clanging incessantly.

Just as he was about to turn around and slash upwards with his knife.

Hongxiu deliberately raised her voice and shouted, "Almost there!"

Ding An stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and panted, "Where, where's it fast?"

Hongxiu mimicked his steps, made a hand chop gesture, and slashed diagonally three times.

"Here, try making the first three cuts quickly, then slow down slightly in the middle."

Ding An thought for a moment, then flicked his wrist and slashed at Hong Xiu's neck.

The beggar shifted to the side, and Ding An followed suit, dragging his knife towards his chest.

Hongxiu laughed heartily, feigning generosity. With her left hand, she moved swiftly like a butterfly flitting among flowers, stopping her fist in front of him. Her face was taut, and she said coldly, "You are already dead."

Ding An was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'll cut you in the chest first."

Hongxiu shook her head, stroking her non-existent beard, and said, "So what? You die, I'm injured. Because your strike wasn't powerful enough, while my skill is profound, I can smash your forehead first."

Ding An thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, no. How could you possibly have such strong internal energy?"

Hongxiu was furious and jumped up to give him a sharp rap on the head.

"Don't be silly! I'm playing the bearded Ding Dian! This strike has already lost its momentum. With the power of his Divine Illumination Skill, if you can't maintain a flawless rhythm, you still won't be able to beat him!"

Ding An was greatly surprised. He gestured a few times with one hand and suddenly said, "Again."

The little beggar got into character again, flipped his fists, and actually used the same punching style that Ding Dian and Ren Shaoyang had used that night, without any difference!
Ding'an used the same three strikes, but the second strike was completely different. This strike was neither feint nor fast, but it caught right in the middle of the beggar's move sequence.

In an instant, she had nowhere to dodge, but the hand chop was still pointed at her throat, so Hongxiu could only take a step back.

It was this step that allowed Ding'an to connect with his third strike, concentrating all his fiery energy into that single sweep.

The two stood facing each other.

The young beggar looked at the flour stuck to his chest, nodded solemnly, and said in a rough voice, "Of all the swordsmen I have ever seen, you are the best!"

Ding An was shocked, his mouth agape in disbelief for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Hong Xiu's hand, and exclaimed, "I understand now, so that's how it is!"

After two days of diligent practice, Ding An finally understood.

The fast and slow sword techniques described by Hongxiu, compared to the original "Residual Flame Sword Technique" which only pursued speed and brute force, leave more room for maneuver, combining feints and real attacks, as well as fast and slow techniques.

The fast suppress, the slow change speed.

With a single thrust and a swift strike, one can strike at the enemy's weak points and exploit their vulnerabilities.

Hongxiu laughed heartily, hands on her hips: "Now you understand, right? This is a technique the cook at Longmen Inn taught me. It took me an hour to figure it out." As she said this, her expression became somewhat complicated. "The cook was a good man, but unfortunately he still died by Cao Shaoqin's sword."

Ding'an had no time to comfort her in her sorrow; instead, he kept muttering, "Illusion and reality, reality and illusion, from reality to illusion, from illusion to reality."

He was filled with surprise and excitement, feeling as if he had stepped into a gate, into a realm of martial arts he had never before explored.

He thought for a while, then started practicing again.

Hongxiu heard the sound of him practicing his swordsmanship, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. She turned her head and saw that Ding'an's movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He would slash out with great force, and then turn around and flick back weakly, like a dance.

Compared to the previous rough and swift movements, the current swordsmanship is fluid and graceful.

Hongxiu knew that he was at a critical juncture; if he broke through, his martial arts would experience a qualitative leap.

So they tiptoed out the door, letting him practice as he pleased.

When Hongxiu came downstairs, she saw that Ren Shaoyang was occupying a table all by himself.

There were many scraps of toilet paper scattered around him.

Some were as if cut open by a sharp blade, some were frozen and wrinkled, some were full of holes, and many more were broken into even smaller pieces.

Meanwhile, Ren Shaoyang was holding a piece of scrap paper between his fingers, fiddling with it and constantly changing his moves without making a sound.

The paper also changes its form by being soft, hard, wrinkled, folded, unfolded, and stretched.

Judging from the sweat on his forehead, he had been trying for quite some time.

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang was sweating more and more, Hongxiu ran downstairs, poured him a cup of tea, and pushed it forward.

"Let's take a break!"

Ren Shaoyang loosened his trembling fingers, and the note gently floated onto the cup.

Hongxiu asked helplessly, "Why are you so tired from practicing?" As she spoke, she reached for the note.

But to my surprise, upon touching it, I felt a chilling cold, as if I were being pricked by needles.

She was startled and looked down to see that the tea, which had been steaming hot, had suddenly cooled down and water droplets had begun to form on the cup.

"I tried to switch my energy in a short time, ignoring hardness, softness, coldness, and heat, changing it at will." Ren Shaoyang exhaled, picked up the cooled tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"Practice with scrap paper, striving to achieve a smooth and harmonious result without damaging the paper."

Hongxiu was astonished: "Crippled man, if you can change your strength at will, as if it were an extension of your arm, wouldn't you be able to injure your enemy with your strength with every move?" As soon as she finished speaking, the paper in her hand crumpled up and suddenly shattered into tiny pieces with a crack.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "That's a good idea, but we still need to practice."

Red Sleeve's eyes sparkled: "Even so, you cripple are still powerful enough to rule the world!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Once I master this skill, there will be no more than three people in the martial arts world who can defeat me."

Seeing his happiness, Hongxiu became happy too, so she poured herself some tea, clinked glasses with Ren Shaoyang, and gulped it down. Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Teacher Hongxiu, how well have you taught Ding'an?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "I have fulfilled my mission!"

“Ding’an usually seems a bit simple-minded,” Ren Shaoyang nodded. “But he’s a deep thinker. He’s been feeling like he’s holding us back lately, but it’s a good thing he’s overcome his inner demons now.”

At this point, the young man paused, glanced at the beggar boy who was asking for steamed buns, and asked, "Have you cultivated the Divine Illumination Scripture?"

Hongxiu blinked and said, "No, you can't learn it!"

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "You were born with weak internal organs and difficulty absorbing qi. Even if you retain a trace, it is scattered and does not condense. I did not expect that the Shenzhao Scripture could not solve your problem."

Hongxiu finished a steamer of buns in a few bites, then made a face: "Don't worry, if your internal strength isn't good enough, we'll just try another method!"

Ren Shaoyang said irritably, "You've got quite the nerve. You're risking your life with this. Your body is getting weaker and weaker, and you can still laugh?"

Hongxiu smiled and didn't seem to mind, instead beckoning for another steamer of buns.

"Don't worry, cripple. I have a feeling that as long as the three of us are together, I won't die."

"Hmph, you're confident, but I'm not," Ren Shaoyang said. "With a crippled body and a gluttonous little beggar, you dare say I wouldn't even dare to imagine it."

"So what?"

Hongxiu, with her neck stiff, exclaimed, "You cripple, your aura is becoming more and more perfect, you're becoming more and more like a Buddha!" ​​She pointed upstairs, "Broken Hand, although he's a simpleton, he has good luck. Following him will definitely bring you good fortune!"

The little beggar gave himself a thumbs-up and said, "I, Ren Hongxiu, am quick-witted and born to cling to powerful figures! With the two of you around, I won't die."

Ren Shaoyang was speechless at this moment, and could only say, "You're being superstitious."

Hongxiu chuckled and ordered three more steamers of buns, saying she wanted to make up for her previous loss of appetite.

Ren Shaoyang smiled helplessly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"Since we can't learn internal skills, let's practice this 'Hearing Skill'."

"Oh my!" Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise, "You've even acquired One-Ear's supernatural powers?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "That's right, my nickname is 'Master of Corpse Looting'. Once you learn the Ear-Clearing Technique, you'll have all three techniques."

Hongxiu said carefree, "Strange, really strange! What I can learn, you can't. What you can practice, I can't practice either."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "That's called complementing each other. But if someone had all three of our strengths, they would definitely be an unparalleled powerhouse, a born protagonist!"

"Hmph, with me, the Red-Sleeved Heroine, here, you can rest assured!"

Hongxiu proudly raised her chin: "When I become powerful in the future, I will definitely find a way to teach you!" She then laughed wildly, "Hehehe, you need me so much."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and then taught her the "ear-sharp method" word by word, step by step. The little beggar's eyes shone brightly, and she memorized it all after only one listen.

As dusk fell, more and more martial arts enthusiasts entered the shop, and their voices grew louder as they talked.

They were talking about none other than the major events that had recently occurred in Jingzhou.

The news of the deaths of the Three Eccentrics of the North and the Four Wonders of the South a few days ago has already caused a sensation in the martial arts world.

In just two days, martial arts practitioners from both the north and south rushed to Jingzhou, ready to avenge them.

During this time, news also spread that Blood Saber Ancestor had been killed by Ren Shaoyang.

The Blood Saber Ancestor was so infamous that his power shook the Central Plains, and officials, civilians, bandits, and outlaws alike trembled at the mere mention of his name.

After learning of Ren Shaoyang's actions, people in the martial arts world were filled with awe and lost all desire for revenge.

Meanwhile, an even more explosive piece of news arrived.

The Secret of the City is in the hands of Ding Dian and Ren Shaoyang!

The treasure recorded in the Liancheng Jue (a legendary tale) is an enormous fortune left behind by Emperor Wu of Liang, for which countless people died during the Ming Dynasty. Upon learning this, heroes from both the north and south flocked to Jingzhou, all hoping to claim a share of the spoils!

Someone in the hall cursed, "Damn it, that old bastard Ding Dian is really ruthless. No one who went to Ling Tuisi's residence survived!"

"That's right. Quite a few people have rushed here these past few days after hearing about it, but they all had their bones smashed and died horribly."

"His ruthlessness greatly angered some experts, who all went to the Ling residence. And guess what happened in the end?"

"What's wrong?"

"Hmph, that brat Ding is a disgrace, he actually poisoned me!"

"what?"

"He would also poison?"

"Not only does it spread, but it's also extremely poisonous. Everyone who went to the Ling residence was poisoned to death!"

"what?"

"Ding Dian took the opportunity to escape with his lover, and they've disappeared without a trace."

At this point, these people slammed their fists on the table, sighing with indignation.

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu exchanged a glance and exclaimed in unison, "Golden Wave Flower!"

Just then, one of the swordsmen asked, "Since Ding Dian can't be found, why not go find Ren Shaoyang? Doesn't he also know where the treasure is?"

Upon hearing this, the once bustling hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the shouts of people coming and going from the street echoing through the hall and rooms.

(End of this chapter)