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

Chapter 576 The family must be neat and tidy
"With a single dragon-coiled staff, one can conquer all four hundred prefectures and counties under heaven."

Speaking of Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, his civil administration was not outstanding, but his martial arts were undoubtedly the best in the world.

Even the novel *Water Margin* describes Zhao Kuangyin like this: "With a staff as tall as himself, he conquered four hundred military camps, all bearing the surname Zhao. The emperor swept across the world, pacified the Central Plains, established the Song Dynasty, and made Bianliang his capital..."

The weapon he used was originally a flail used by farmers for threshing grain. Because it was neither completely broken nor completely folded, and had a head and a tail, it was called the "Dragon Flying Staff".

Back then, Zhao Kuangyin wielded this staff, which caused Murong Longcheng to flee in terror; it also caused Duan Siping to retreat to Dali; and it caused Emperor Ai of Tang, Li Zuo, to turn white-haired overnight, and the Xiujin Tower to collapse.

Regardless of how it is interpreted, the entire Song Dynasty was indeed conquered by Zhao Kuangyin, one punch and one blow at a time.

Therefore, Jin Tai was so surprised when he saw the weapon techniques used by Shui Ying.

"Dragon-coiled staff?" Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily. "I, Ren, will respond with 'Striking the Ten Directions of the World'!" With a flick of his sleeve, the staff, now wet with water, flew about, covering the sky and the earth.

Just as the two sticks clashed, an unexpected gust of wind arose beneath them, and a sorrowful-looking figure burst from the lake, thrusting a sword straight at their legs.

Ren Shaoyang realized that the opponent's "Dragon Coil Staff" was fierce, but it was a feint to cover the sneak attack. He immediately transformed into a moon shadow and escaped from between the two weapons.

In a flash, a figure appeared, its legs forming a split as it ascended to the heavens, kicking upwards and downwards at the two water shadows.

puff!
The coiled dragon staff shattered, but the water shadow beneath his feet used a sword to flick towards the soles of his feet, chasing after the form and shadow, moving in all directions, a truly superb swordsmanship.

"Ah, watch out!" Jin Tai exclaimed in alarm, "That's the Yue Maiden Sword!"

Ren Shaoyang was also surprised to hear this. He knew that in Jin Yong's original work, the Yue Maiden Sword was officially recognized as a divine sword that could fight against a thousand enemies, and it was extremely powerful.

He immediately followed the momentum and used his left hand to strike the tip of the sword with a cloth stick.

He stood upside down and thrust his sword at Shuiying's head with his right hand.

"call out!"

Suddenly a sharp wind rushed in, and a long spear tumbled with huge spear flowers, thrusting at Ren Shaoyang from both above and below.

"Yang Family Pear Blossom Spear!" Jin Tai shouted, "Watch out for their ultimate move, 'Willow Leaf Piercing Eyebrow'!"

Jin Tai truly deserves the title of "King of Boxing Under Heaven" and is a living encyclopedia of martial arts. He can call out the moves as soon as he sees Jin Tai raise his hand.

Seeing the fierce spear coming at him, Ren Shaoyang immediately abandoned the water shadows below, turned around and swung his sword. With a flash of sword light, he split the spear, which was made of water, in two.

Just then, the dragon-shaped staff in the sky condensed again from the waterfall and swung down towards his head.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, his cloth staff moving like a bird darting through the forest, passing through the guns and swords. The water shadow twisted and turned strangely, dodging the attack. The dragon-patterned staff in his hand spun wildly, as if holding a moon in the water, rolling and attacking him.

when!
Ren Shaoyang parried with his sword.

Just then, a flash of sword light appeared, and a chill ran down my back.

But then the "Sword of the Yue Maiden" arrived again.

Without turning his head, Ren Shaoyang unleashed a sword blade from his shoulder, like a ribbon, which snapped and struck the water sword squarely.

"chi"

The water sword burst forth, transforming into a sky full of mist.

Before they could catch their breath, nine streaks of water suddenly rushed towards them.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang thrust out his left staff and right sword, and two sharp gusts of wind, like mountains and cities, pressed down forward.

Unexpectedly, just as he made his move, the old monk sitting cross-legged on the lake shouted, "Split!" The formation suddenly changed, and the water reflections split into two groups, sweeping away to the left and right.

Ren Shaoyang's powerful strike missed its mark, creating a misty spray.

The water shadows darted and shifted, circling around its sides. Longswords and shields were drawn simultaneously to block its escape routes, while spears and halberds emerged from within, attacking from the left and right.

The change was swift and decisive, leaving Ren Shaoyang with nowhere to retreat. He immediately used the "Harmonious Heaven Law" technique, circling his sword to entangle the incoming weapon. Just as he was about to use a teleportation technique, he suddenly saw the Yue Maiden Sword coming again, aimed at his brow.

Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "This formation is clearly a military formation. Where did the old monk get it from?" Immediately, he extended his sword blade, transforming it into a ten-foot-long spear, and thrust it straight at the target.

puff!
The Yue Maiden Sword and Guan Dao were strung together. Just as Ren Shaoyang was about to break through, he saw a long spear and a coiled dragon staff circle around behind him and attack from the front and back.

Two water shadows, each wielding a fist, rushed towards them from above; this was none other than the "Taizu Long Fist."

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang shook his sword, shattering the Yue Nu Sword and Guan Dao, and leaped two zhang away, flicking his sleeve to draw his sword.

The moment he drew his sword, his skill was astonishing, even surpassing that of immortals and Buddhas!

When the old monk saw Ren Shaoyang brandishing his sword, he felt as if he were in a vast ocean, unable to control his own rise and fall. He was so frightened that he turned pale: "If he had used that sword just now, I would probably be dead!"

Then Ren Shaoyang's movements became elusive, like a ghost or a phantom. His sword strikes were like a lion descending from the clouds, a wave of romance rolling over, like spring water rising, without end.

The twelve water figures separated and reunited according to the formation, sometimes charging head-on, sometimes advancing and encircling, using shields to resist, spears to thrust, longswords to slash, and swords to kill.

Various weapons engage in offensive and defensive cycles, with the unexpected and the conventional complementing each other, creating wondrous changes from the impossible, avoiding lethal attacks, and generating even more fierce counterattacks.

Even so, it was still difficult to withstand the power of the Sword God.

Ren Shaoyang, alone with his sword, let out a long howl, moving like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he cleaved all the water shadows into the lake.

Jin Tai was dazzled by the sights and felt conflicted. He didn't want the formation to be broken and for him to miss out on the Sword God's swordsmanship; yet he was also amazed by Shao Yang's divine skills and feared that he would be defeated by the formation and die.

However, while the formation was powerful, Ren Shaoyang was also terrifyingly strong.

He broke through the formation in an instant and stood alone on the lake.

"Great!" Jin Tai clapped his hands and laughed.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and looked down, only to see twelve water spheres floating on the lake surface, bobbing up and down and making a buzzing sound!

Jin Tai stared in disbelief and cursed, "Damn it, can't this thing be broken?"

Ren Shaoyang also complained, "Old monk, your magic is more powerful than Xiaoyaozi's 'Northern Darkness Rebirth Technique'."

The old monk laughed and said, "His primordial spirit is immortal; I am no match for him." He looked up at the white-robed man and added, "However, Sword God Ren, you have not been able to defeat this formation."

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept across the water sphere on the lake's surface. Suddenly, he shouted, "What is there that we cannot win?" He paused for a moment, then leaped into the air.

With a loud "splash," twelve water balloons shot out, creating a strong gust of wind that made Ren Shaoyang's long hair stand on end.

Ren Shaoyang touched the water with one foot, parted his sleeves, and spun around like a windmill.

"Swipe!"

The Dragon-Capturing Sword's blade resembles a ribbon, with twelve ribbons extending from its back, like a great sun radiating a dazzling red light.

The twelve water spheres were lifted up one by one by the sword blade. Instead of hitting Ren Shaoyang, they spun around him like twelve spheres of light.

At first glance, it looks like a tornado rolling and swirling on the lake, the water sphere reflecting the sun, its red light dazzling.

At this moment, the valley rippled and swayed in the shimmering light, reflecting a crimson glow. The waterfall and the great lake seemed to be boiling, coated with a layer of fiery red.

Ren Shaoyang, inspired by his own will, shouted, "Break!"

With a whoosh, the water sphere suddenly broke free of the vortex and shot out.

Upon seeing this, the old monk's single horn extended from his forehead, his entire body turned deep green, and he suddenly flicked his sleeve.

boom!
The great lake trembled, its bottom seemingly torn apart by immense force. Scorching earth energy surged forth, bubbles bubbled and rolled, and heat waves rippled all around, with flames flickering wildly, creating a scene resembling purgatory.

Before the sweeping monk's eyes flashed, Ren Shaoyang had already risen into the air, his white robes fluttering, and slowly landed on the shore, chuckling, "Old monk, has this revealed your second form?"

At this moment, light and shadow shimmered, the heavens and earth trembled, and a buzzing sound filled the air, all seemingly echoing his voice.

The surrounding mountain walls were cracked and deep, with stone chips flying everywhere. The whole mountain was shaking and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The sweeping monk stood up, revealing a single horn on his forehead, a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and a faint green light emanating from his body. With a slight movement of his body, the surrounding air hissed, which was quite astonishing.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sighed, "Looking at you like this, you're really not human."

“The term ‘non-human’ means Kinnara,” the sweeping monk said calmly. “The saying goes, ‘Those who become adults are Buddhas, and those who stray from the path are demons.’ There is no third path.”

His voice was calm, but with each word he spoke, his expression changed, manifesting supreme magical power.

Ren Shaoyang and Jin Tai cried out, feeling dizzy, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward dozens of steps, smashing flowers and trees into the air.

Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed, and the old monk arrived in a flash. He sighed, "The immortals and mortals are forever separated. To have met him once is already a great blessing. What a pity for you two benefactors!" As he spoke, he pressed his left palm forward.

Bang!
Tens of feet tall grass, trees, and boulders leaped up and crumbled into dust in mid-air.

Suddenly a loud shout came: "Old monk, behold my 'Final Melody'!" The old monk felt a chill in his heart, as if he were naked in the snow, and stared intently.

But then Ren Shaoyang appeared, his robes fluttering, sword in hand, wielding a sword as if riding the wind, looking like a true immortal.
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"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

Ding'an pulled his head out of the ground and spat out a mouthful of mud.

"Pain?" Murong Bo glared coldly and shouted, "I wish I could eat the flesh of you brothers and sisters and sleep on your skin!"

"Hey, it's not like I killed your son." Ding'an was stunned. "Why are you causing me trouble?"

Huang Shang stepped forward: "Why do you want to kill us?"

"Because you pose a threat!"

Zhou Tong, spear in hand, roared, "Bullshit!"

Ding An was a little stunned, then turned to Hong Xiu: "Little beggar, why don't you help me put in a good word?"

Hongxiu sighed, stepped forward and cursed, "Ding'an, did Brother Donkey kick your head?" She raised her hand and elbowed him in the ribs, "What are you saying? Hit me!"

boom!
Ding An parried with a backhand motion, making a loud bang. Hongxiu raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile: "Oh, you can block now?"

Ding An scratched his head and grinned foolishly, saying, "Subconsciously, subconsciously!"

"It seems you've had a stroke of luck, and your martial arts have improved greatly."

"Oh dear, I can't compare to the little beggar."

Hongxiu asked, "What kind of kung fu did you learn?"

Ding An said calmly, "A set of punches, quite powerful."

"Oh." Hongxiu suddenly smiled. "Let's deal with Murong Bo first, then we'll go help the cripple."

A purple light flashed in Ding'an's eyes, and he chuckled, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

Before the word "intention" even landed, he arrived in a flash, slashing straight at Zhou Tong's face with his sword.

Zhou Tong was so angry that his nose was crooked. He roared, "You bald monk, do you think I'm an easy target?" He shook his spear, and it scattered in all directions, forming a lotus shape.

It is indeed the Yang family's Pear Blossom Spear!
They were having a great time, clanging and banging their weapons.

Hongxiu turned to look at the two of them and laughed, "Come on, let's go together." She charged straight between them, drawing both swords at once, and instantly a wave of evil wind and blood surged into the sky.

Murong Bo rushed forward and unleashed a powerful "Vajra Palm" strike.

Hongxiu parried with her sword, and the two exchanged several blows. In the ensuing tumbles and rolls, Murong Bo was slashed twice, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't force her away.

Seeing himself turned into a bloody mess, and utterly terrified, Murong Bo couldn't help but roar hoarsely, "Huang Jiandiao, if I die, none of you will survive!"

Huang Shang naturally knew how formidable Hongxiu was. If she were allowed to kill as she pleased, the Fire Worship Sect headquarters would serve as a cautionary tale!

Immediately, his body swayed slightly, his hands suddenly shifting between claws and fists, between knives and swords, changing seven or eight moves in an instant, blocking the whirlwind of sword strikes from the red sleeves.

When Hongxiu was at her peak, she let out a long howl and slashed with her twin swords in a frenzy!
The sight of the world's five greatest masters fighting one-on-one is something that most martial artists in their entire lives would never witness.

Xu Zhu, Li Qiushui, and Wu Xingyun watched intently, but A Zi felt dizzy and disoriented after a while, unsure where to begin.

If you focus on the red sleeves and yellow skirts, you'll miss Ding'an and Zhou Tong; if you focus on the latter, you'll miss the former; if you pay attention to them all, you'll find that they gather and disperse at will, fighting each other like a revolving lantern.

The more Azi looked, the dizzier she became. Finally, she cried out "Ouch!" and collapsed to the ground.

As she fell to the ground, her hands flailed wildly, accidentally grabbing Li Canghai's collar and tearing it open with a ripping sound.

A yellowed booklet fell out and landed right on her chest.

"My God, a martial arts manual!" Azi's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed it to examine it closely.

The booklet wasn't thick, and the cover had three big characters written on it—"Heavenly Demon Skill"!
"Wow, just looking at the name, it's even more amazing than 'Dissolving Power Technique'!" Azi was overjoyed and quickly put it in her arms, her big eyes darting around.

"I just wonder, compared to Young Master's 'Harmonious Law of Heaven,' which is stronger?"

The girl in purple patted her bottom, stood up happily, and felt that with this secret manual, she would surely be able to dominate the world in the future.

At that time, I could punch and kick Hongxiu and Ding'an, and even have the young master feed her grapes!

In Azi's memory, every time a maid fed Ding Chunqiu grapes, she would make embarrassing noises while eating them, and then she would be kicked out.

This thing must be really interesting!

"Haha, who else but me?! Who else but me?!"

Azi became happier and happier as she thought about it, and couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and laugh out loud.

But as she was laughing, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the silly monk in the distance staring at her with a look of surprise and doubt.

Azi noticed the stranger's presence and immediately flew into a rage, hands on her hips, yelling, "You bald monk, what are you staring at me for? Look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Xu Zhu was naturally shy, and upon hearing this, he immediately waved his arms frantically, arguing, "I, I didn't see it!"

"So you want it?" Azi retorted angrily. "You can't even think about it, I have a young master!"

"What did I mean by that?" Xu Zhu asked anxiously, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Huh? I'm so beautiful, and you don't even want me? Are you even a man?!"

Xu Zhu looked at her, touched his bald head, and said in a simple and honest manner, "Miss, I am a monk."

"Pah, you frivolous monk!" Azi's pretty eyes widened. "Then why are you staring at me with those shifty eyes?"

Xu Zhu glanced at her and said, "I saw you take a book from her."

Ah Zi's face turned green under his round eyes. Upon hearing this, her heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, "Damn it, how come this little bald thief has such sharp eyes! If he tells anyone, how can I possibly get away with this?"

At this thought, she suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Just then, a round, bald head suddenly appeared, with piercing, round eyes. It was none other than Xu Zhu.

Azi was startled and clutched her chest: "What are you going to do?"

Xu Zhu chuckled and said, "Female benefactor, you'd better return the book."

"No, no!" Ah Zi shook her head vigorously. "I found it, I can't give it back!"

Xu Zhu scratched his head, frustrated by his poor communication skills and unsure how to offer any advice.

Just then, Azi raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Little bald thief, if you don't tell me, I'll lend you the secret manual, how about that?"

Xu Zhu said, "I don't need it."

"Wow, you're not even looking at the secret manual?"

“I have half a set of ‘Kinnara Fist’, and Master Ding’an said it’s enough for me to protect myself.”

Upon hearing this, Azi was speechless. She had witnessed the little monk's extraordinary power and unparalleled strength that had shocked everyone present.

"You!" A Ziyu's cheeks flushed red, and she suddenly flung her hand away. "Self-preservation my foot! If you dare to tell anyone, I...I'll kill you!" Extremely frustrated, she stamped her foot, turned around, and was about to run away.

Seeing her acting suspiciously, Xu Zhu hurriedly chased after her, saying, "Hey, don't go!"

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in A Zi's eyes, and she flicked a silver needle with her left hand straight toward his throat.

The change happened so suddenly that Xu Zhu was terrified and forgot to move for a moment. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his throat and couldn't help but touch his neck, but there was nothing wrong with him.

It turns out that the young monk was unaware that practicing the "Kinnara Fist" would change his body's qi and blood, allowing him to achieve the divine state of "being as if not being, being as if not being real."

As the poisoned needle struck, the body's vital energy surged spontaneously, forming a powerful force that blocked the needle.

That wasn't all. Xu Zhu suddenly felt hot blood surging through his body, and his hands and feet suddenly gained strength, trembling uncontrollably.

hum!
The leaves around him rustled and flew wildly, and a powerful force erupted like a vast ocean.

Ah Zi exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly a large pit appeared beneath her feet. She jumped down into it, waving her arms and legs.

Xu Zhu shouted, "My Buddha!" ​​and jumped down as well.

The pit suddenly expanded, winding like a snake, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui in one after another.

In an instant, only the five men from Ding'an remained fighting; the rest were either dead or missing.

It's quite a sight.

Just as the five were locked in fierce combat, Murong Bo dodged and suddenly saw Zhou Tong with his back to him, locked in a tense battle with Ding An. A wicked thought arose in his mind. He dodged Hongxiu's "Great Evil King" and with a wave of his hand, he actually moved the evil blade and slashed at Zhou Tong!

when!
Huang Shang stretched out his claws to block, producing a deafening golden sound. He had already been secretly on guard against this scoundrel, and shouted, "You filthy Xianbei dog, you're truly adept at backstabbing!"

Zhou Tong belatedly realized what was happening, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He was furious: "You dog!" With that curse, he turned around and thrust forward with a "backhand spear".

Murong Bo had already used the momentum to leap up, and said coldly, "Wait, I will be back!" As he spoke, he used all his strength to try to escape.

But to his surprise, a person leaped towards him. It was Ding An. He was suddenly struck on the head, and his breath hit him hard, and his body stiffened.

Ding An's leap was astonishing, as swift as a whirlwind, sliding several meters away in an instant, delivering a punch out of thin air.

"Go down!"

Murong Bo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

But in order to save his life, he struggled desperately to reach an open area.

Just then, Huang Shang leaped over and crushed his shoulder with a claw: "You filthy Xianbei dog, you deserve to die!"

Murong Bo's shoulder was in excruciating pain. Just as he was about to dodge, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

puff!
A gleaming gun barrel emerged from his chest.

Zhou Tong appeared behind him, kicked him in the back, and pulled back his spear, shouting, "Pah! What a damn bad luck!"

Murong Bo was sent flying more than ten feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Before I could react, I felt a chill on my neck, heard a hissing sound in my ears, and the scenery before my eyes flashed and disappeared, all turning red.

Looking again, she saw herself being held by a small hand, and a tiny face, no bigger than a palm, came close to look at her and said with a smile, "That's good, a family should be all together."

Murong Bo suddenly realized: "So, my head..." Before he could think any further, he suddenly felt the sky and earth rise and fall as fast as lightning, and in an instant, he was rolling to the ground.

Everything went black before my eyes.

(End of this chapter)