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

Chapter 540 The Roast Duck Incident (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Upon hearing this, Ding Chunqiu's expression changed drastically.

He struggled for a moment, but felt as if his insides were burning. He couldn't help but sigh, and then, on his blood-stained face, he suddenly forced a fawning smile.

"Ha, we can discuss it? That's great, Brother Ren. Why don't you put away your supernatural powers and talk things over slowly?"

Ren Shaoyang remained silent, standing with his hands on his waist, his feet neither too far apart, displaying an air of "seeing through the entire universe".

Ding Chunqiu sensed something and his heart skipped a beat: "This kid's eyes are like fire, he's got quite the aura."

"never mind."

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang sighed, "I'm not going to waste my breath on you." With a flick of his sleeve, a strange power suddenly appeared.

Ding Chunqiu was utterly astonished. Though the flick was light, it possessed a strange and unpredictable power. All the meridians in his body were blocked, his muscles and bones were twisted, and his true energy was leaked out, causing his body to involuntarily swell and contract.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the ground suddenly ripped open, bricks and stones shattering into hundreds of fragments that scattered in all directions, covering an area of ​​ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). The fragments were incredibly powerful, even stronger than arrowheads. The Quanzhen disciples dodged in all directions, but many were still hit and left with bumps all over their heads.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the corpse in the pit, which was now just a skin, with dissatisfaction and shook his head: "It's still not quite there."

Upon hearing this, the entire mountain fell silent.

Suddenly, a cheer was heard, and Ah Zi ran over with her hands raised. When she saw the human skin in the pit, her heart skipped a beat. She thought, "Dead, really dead!"

Ah Zi exclaimed, "Young Master, you've killed Old Monster Ding! You'll be famous throughout the land!" As she spoke, she peeked over, looking left and right, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Ren Shaoyang reached out and gently pushed her away, saying, "What do you want?"

"Old Ding's strange poison gathers three zhang around his body, killing without a trace, it's incredibly strange and unpredictable." Azi looked at him and laughed, "I'm afraid you'll be poisoned!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I am immune to all magic, and Ding Chunqiu's poison cannot harm me."

"That's true!" Ah Zi exclaimed in realization. "My poison needles and Bao Daoyi's flying sword couldn't harm you in the slightest, so Old Monster Ding's poison is nothing!"

Ren Shaoyang turned and walked towards the old Taoist priest Chunyang.

The old Taoist priest bowed deeply and said, "Thank you so much, Master Ren, for saving my life!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and said with a smile, "I came here for two reasons."

"Oh? Which two things?"

"First, it's for the Panlong Qingke Bell." Ren Shaoyang held up one finger. "I consider myself to have some knowledge of music and would like to see this precious treasure of the Quanzhen School."

"That's wonderful!" Old Taoist Chunyang said with a smile. "The people of the martial world are full of resentment, and there are few as refined as Hero Ren. The Panlong Qingke Bell is a testament to its beauty."

Ren Shaoyang sincerely said, "Secondly, I have long heard that Quanzhen vegetarian food is delicious, and I would like to try it."

"Oh dear!" The old Taoist Chunyang smiled broadly, but still said modestly, "It's just some coarse grain rice and pickled radishes, not worthy of such praise from you, Master Ren."

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand: "When you're hungry, simple food and drink are the most comforting."

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up: "Mr. Ren, you know about fine food?"

"I know a little bit," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "My younger sister loves to eat and knows how to eat. I've picked up some knowledge from her."

"Haha, it seems your sister is quite a remarkable person."

The old Taoist priest Chunyang laughed heartily and led Ren Shaoyang to the backyard.

Ah Zi followed closely, clutching the hem of her dress tightly, her heart pounding wildly, but she herself didn't know what she was afraid of.

"Young master's sister, since she loves to eat and knows how to eat well, why is she called a witch?"

Thinking of this, she frowned, turned around twice aimlessly, and watched the setting sun and the stars appear and disappear. A sense of unreality arose in her heart: "I, I have finally escaped the clutches of Old Monster Ding?" But then she thought, "Sigh, I've fallen into the hands of someone even more ruthless." She pouted and scurried after him.

In the backyard stands a small courtyard with white walls and black tiles, which still retains its charm even in the wind and snow.

The young Taoist lit the stove and brewed tea to serve the guests.

The old Taoist priest Chunyang brought out a "celestial globe" and placed it in front of the two of them. He then performed the Yu Step and chanted incantations.

On the other side, Azi sipped her tea listlessly, glancing at the old Taoist Chunyang "going mad" and then at the white-robed man fiddling with the Panlong Qingke Bell.

This precious treasure of Quanzhen is a bronze chime bell set, with flat, round bells of different sizes suspended on a bell frame according to their pitch.

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Young master, I think that old Taoist priest is quite capable. Why don't you tell me what's different about this bell?"

Upon hearing this, Master Chunyang continued to walk with a smile, his hands constantly making calculations.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "This bell is a set of chime bells. Each bell has two sounds. The same set of chime bells will produce different tones depending on where they are struck. In addition, with eighty-four modes, the tones are ever-changing and endless."

"Wow, really?" Azi was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's even more complicated than martial arts!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "As the saying goes, if you master one skill, you will master all skills. Those who play the chime bells should abandon their seven emotions and be free from worldly attachments. If they were to practice martial arts, they would naturally learn it very quickly."

"I understand." Azi clapped her hands and laughed, "A heartless person, when practicing martial arts, will naturally be much more powerful than an ordinary person!"

"You're talking nonsense again." Ren Shaoyang frowned deeply. "Taking the wrong path is called 'disharmony.' Even if you've mastered martial arts like Ding Chunqiu, you're still just a child in my eyes."

"Ouch~!"

Azi stuck out her tongue and said, "I didn't think that much about it. Anyway, my young master is invincible. Isn't it wonderful to hide behind him?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and didn't say anything more.

On the other side, the old Taoist Chunyang stopped in his tracks. Hearing her words, he thought to himself, "This little girl is extremely cunning and very good at sweet talk. The key is that she is also very charming."

She stole another glance at Ren Shaoyang, sighing inwardly. "Mr. Ren possesses unparalleled abilities, yet his heart is as unpredictable as fate itself. This little vixen is cunning and alluring; if she uses this to curry favor, whether it will bring her fortune or disaster remains to be seen."

He sighed softly, but the pain aggravated his wound, causing him to almost faint.

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Master Chunyang, did you divine the location of my brother and sister?"

The old Taoist priest nodded, casually touched the ritual instrument, and saw the bronze plate slowly rotate, reflecting the candlelight in the room, as if the stars in the sky were all in his palm.

“The jade pendant points westward, its aura is pale gold, its shape is like a Bodhi tree with dewdrops, and the ancient mirror is spotless.”

Master Chunyang stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Ren's brother is currently in an ancient temple to the east. The divination indicates that he is at peace and safe."

Ren Shaoyang nodded slightly and said softly, "An ancient temple?"

Azi pointed to the east and said, "Young master, isn't that Shaolin Temple?"

“Shaolin,” Ren Shaoyang said with a complicated expression. “What a coincidence.” He couldn’t help but rub his forehead as he recalled the scene when Ding’an destroyed Shaolin with his “Burning City” attack.

Suddenly, Master Chunyang exclaimed "Eh!" and his hand gestures changed rapidly, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He stared intently at the chaotic ritual instruments, his face growing paler and paler. Suddenly, he took a half-step back, pointed at the armillary sphere, and said tremblingly, "Mr. Ren, your sister..."

What happened to Hongxiu?

The old Taoist priest Chunyang took a few deep breaths and said, "The divination indicates that your younger sister is in the Jiangzhe area."

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

“The Xuan Shu points south, the Qi turns to crimson flames, its form is like a karmic fire lotus, a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens!” The old Taoist Chunyang murmured, “Your sister’s demonic nature is overwhelming, she is no ordinary person! The martial world… is about to be thrown into turmoil again.”

"Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the blazing fire?"

Ren Shaoyang sat upright in the chair, half of his face hidden in the shadows, but his eyes shone like starlight.

Azi tugged at his sleeve, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, "Sister Hongxiu, she should be with the Zoroastrian sect, right?"

Ren Shaoyang grunted in response, but didn't say anything more.

A gust of wind swept through the hall, and suddenly silence fell again.

Ah Zi asked timidly, "Young master, will my sister be in danger?" Her words were pitiful, and her big eyes were fixed on the white-robed face.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Over the years, I have never seen Hongxiu suffer a loss."

"Huh? Is she that powerful?" Azi was surprised, then realized, "That's right, Bao Daoyi died under the young master's sword. The Fire Worship Cult has lost such a great master, so they probably can't do anything to Sister Hongxiu."

Ren Shaoyang seemed to sense something and sighed softly, "I just hope that Fang La and the others will know what's good for them."
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Zoroastrian headquarters.

The cult leader, Fang La, stood solemnly under the moonlight, his hands clasped behind his back. The moonlight was hazy, a beautiful night indeed, but his heavy heart made him oblivious to it.

He wore a yellow coarse cloth shirt, which had been starched until it was somewhat faded. He had a white cloth wrapped around his head, a full forehead, bright and piercing eyes, a broad face and square jaw, and a long beard.

However, a few strands of white beard were interspersed among his long beard.

He was no longer young, but he still stood very straight, his forearms were rolled up, his skin was rough, his complexion was sallow, and his palms were full of calluses.

"The night is so cold, how could you be so careless?"

A beautiful woman stepped forward, draped a cloak over him, and said softly.

Fang La didn't turn around, but sighed, "I have some regrets."

The beautiful woman was taken aback and asked, "How could you regret it?"

Fang La frowned, a deep sense of unease settling in his eyes: "My heart is filled with unease! I fear the Celestial Master has met with some misfortune."

The woman turned pale and covered her mouth, saying, "Mr. Bao's swordsmanship is unparalleled, how could this be?"

“This is where my regret lies.” Fang La sighed. “My ‘Great Shift of Heaven and Earth’ has broken through to the seventh level. I can sense the cicada’s presence before the wind blows, and my premonitions are never wrong. Brother Dao Yi, I’m afraid you’ve already suffered a terrible fate.”

"But, if Brother Bao and Ding Chunqiu attack the Quanzhen Sect together, how many people in the world can defeat them when they join forces?"

"Shaolin definitely has one, those two old hags from Xixia and Tianshan can also count, Qiao Feng from the Beggar Clan counts as one, plus me, even if there are other reclusive masters, there will definitely not be more than six!"

The woman asked, "Does the Quanzhen Sect have such a master?"

Fang La shook his head: "Impossible! The old Taoist Chunyang is only second-rate."

The two men fell silent for a long time, unable to figure out who had harmed Bao Daoyi.

Suddenly, the woman asked, "Master, what should we do next?"

"Send out all the spies!" Fang La said with his hands behind his back, his aura imposing. "A person who can harm Dao Yi can surely kill Ding Chunqiu. Such a master cannot be unknown!" He looked up at the moon and said loudly, "I want to see just who he is!"

Just as Fang La mobilized the entire sect to rush to Zhongnan Mountain.

Ten miles away, on a remote mountain path, a round-faced woman dressed in blood-stained clothes and carrying two swords was squatting on the ground, roasting a wild duck.

The path here is winding, like a sheep's intestine. Towering cliffs rise on both sides, barren of any vegetation.

As she grilled, she swallowed hard and muttered, "Damn, without scallions, sauce, and flatbread, it just doesn't taste right!"

Hongxiu raised her head, her eyes gleaming, and looked towards the palace arches and flying eaves hidden among the trees.

Suddenly she chuckled: "There should be some seasonings over there for this heroine to use to cure ducks, right?"
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