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

Chapter 6 A World Without Order (Please read on, please vote with monthly tickets and recommendations!)

"You fart!"

Hongxiu woke up at some point, jumped down, and pointed at him angrily.

"The cripple said that the sword manual records the world's finest sword techniques!"

"Impossible!" Ding An gripped the broken knife tightly, but instead of looking at Hong Xiu, he looked at Ren Shaoyang. "You lied to Hong Xiu, didn't you?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned, somewhat helplessly, and said, "What are you planning to do now?"

"You," Ding An said in a slightly hoarse voice, "could you teach me that skill that allows me to fly?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "The power of the Great Vajra?"

Ding An's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "That's right!" He was a little ashamed, but also a little anxious. "As long as you, Shao Yang, are willing to teach me, I have no problem either becoming your disciple or acknowledging you as my master. Heaven and earth bear witness, there is no lie!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "No."

"Why?" Ding An's gaze darkened. "Is it due to sectarianism?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "This skill is extremely profound, and there are no written records to pass it down. I am still searching for a way to learn it myself. How could I teach it to you? Teaching it to you would only harm you."

Seeing that Ding An still didn't believe him, Ren Shaoyang said again, "Since you say the sword manual is fake, then so be it." He beckoned with his hand, "I'll use the moves from the sword manual to test my skills against you."

Ding An looked at the broken sword in his hand and said, "If you don't use that divine power, what if I hurt you?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you can't hurt me."

Ding'an hesitated and said, "Then I'll cut it down."

Ren Shaoyang waved to encourage him. Ding An swung his broken sword diagonally at him.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and shouted, "Too slow!"

Ding An's heart tightened as he saw the tip of the iron rod in Ren Shaoyang's hand pointing at his brow.

The cold air was like needles, piercing straight to the heart.

Although Ding An knew that Ren Shaoyang would not kill him, horror and astonishment gnawed at his heart like ants.

A week ago, the young man in front of me was just bullying people by relying on his strength, and he knew nothing about fighting techniques.

In just one week, not only did his injuries heal completely, but his martial arts skills also improved rapidly. He was now like a mountain that he could not see the summit.

What kind of monster is this person?

"The demonic fire spreads like wildfire." Ren Shaoyang put away the iron rod and said with high spirits, "We excel at unorthodox and predatory attacks."

Ding An's expression changed. This move, "Wildfire of Demonic Fire," was the second level of the sword manual. He gritted his teeth and said, "Again!"

Having said that, a flash of cold light appeared, and the blade cleaved through the middle, suddenly swinging down!

As Ren Shaoyang had predicted, he did not unleash the "Great Vajra Divine Power," and his strength was just right. He only used Hongxiu's family-inherited knife technique. Each iron rod was not particularly fast, but it was clear and distinct. However, Ding'an just couldn't block it.

With a few clanging sounds, Ren Shaoyang's iron skewer was now right under his chin: "Look, what's this called?"

"Greed burns fiercely!" Ding'an gritted his teeth and said, "Again!" He slashed down with his sword once more.

Ren Shaoyang held up an iron rod to block, and Ding An shouted loudly, changing the vertical chop to a horizontal slash.

"You can't even hold your own, how are you going to fight?" Ren Shaoyang snorted and slanted his hand.

Ding An lunged forward, charging at him with his knife.

Seeing that he was acting like a mad dog, Ren Shaoyang could not really kill him, so he had to stop, touch the ground with the iron rod, and drift away.

Ding'an seemed to have made up his mind at this moment, and continued to rush forward, shouting and yelling.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, drawing an arc with the iron rod, producing a melodious, clear sound.

With a "whoosh," the finger was pointed at Ding'an's throat again.

Panting heavily, Ding'an cried out in despair, "Fire Clouds in All Directions!"

Ren Shaoyang put away the iron rod and stood up, leaning on it: "Is it a problem with the sword manual?"

Ding'an's throat tightened, and he could no longer speak.

Just then, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from a hungry stomach.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu turned to look at Ding'an together.

Ding'an lowered her head, her face flushed, too ashamed to speak.

"Oh dear, Broken Hand! You've been busy at the tavern all day and haven't eaten since you got back." Hongxiu quickly stepped forward and handed him a chicken leg and grilled fish from her bosom. "Eat up!"

Ding An accepted it woodenly.

Then Hongxiu said, "After you finish eating, practice your skills properly. I believe you will definitely be able to take revenge!"

Ding'an's eyes reddened, and she stuffed the chicken leg into her mouth, her throat tightening.

Ren Shaoyang said, "The sword techniques recorded in the Little Beggar's Family Sword Manual are the best in the world, without a doubt."

Hongxiu chuckled upon hearing this, raised her head, and looked quite pleased with herself.

Ding'an swallowed the chicken with difficulty and asked, "Then why can't I master it?"

Ren Shaoyang squinted at the moon in the sky and said lazily, "You're missing an arm."

Ding An felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, and he stood frozen in place.

Yes.

I'm disabled, so it's normal that I can't master this sword technique!
He threw away the broken knife, and shakily pulled out the copied sword manual from his bosom, clutching it tightly until his fingers turned white and made a "crunching" sound.

"But how can I take revenge if I can't master swordsmanship?"

The sword manual slowly deformed in his hand.

Hongxiu looked at it and said with heartache, "Broken hand, don't damage it. Copying is very expensive. It takes the cripple several days of hunting to exchange for it!"

Upon hearing this, Ding An slowly released his grip and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I've lost my hand, so I can't use many of my moves anymore." As he spoke, his eyes reddened. "Perhaps, I'll only ever be a man with a broken hand. It would be better for me to just be a waiter and live a quiet life."

"Actually, that's not necessarily true."

Just as he was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard Ren Shaoyang say something out of the blue.

Ding An suddenly raised her head, staring blankly at him, at a loss for what to do.

"bass"!
A flash of black light flashed.

Ding An was startled and looked down, only to see that the sword manual had been cut in half.

Scattered pages drifted down slowly in the night like fluttering white butterflies.

"Ouch~!"

Hongxiu was heartbroken. She ran over and knelt down to pick up the pages. The more she picked up the pages, the more heartbroken she became, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"You crippled bastards, you stinking severed hands! You're all a menace!"

"Ouch! My 'Red Sleeve Sword Technique' has been cut in two!"

"You two are such troublemakers, you're both such a waste of money!"

Ding'an, however, had no time to listen to her ramblings.

As if frozen in place, Lu Qi stared intently at the half-finished sword manual in his hand. By the moonlight, he turned the pages with his thumb, his eyes growing brighter with each turn, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"With one hand missing, you definitely can't master ordinary moves."

Ren Shaoyang's clear voice rang out. Under the moonlight, his face was handsome and fair, and his eyes looked straight at Ding An, exuding a captivating majesty.

"Now that the sword manual is half gone, the moves are incomplete and the forms are incomplete, which might actually make it more suitable for you."

"Or rather, you're a better fit for it!"

Ding An calmed himself down, bent down to pick up the broken knife, held it in his mouth, and also gripped half of the sword manual. He then bowed deeply to Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, leaned on his iron cudgel, and walked away, with Hongxiu quickly following behind.

When Ding'an got up, tears were already streaming down his face.

The three of them walked back to the dilapidated house together by the moonlight, following the path they had trodden along.

That place they called home.

Hongxiu was still complaining about how wasteful they were, and when she got angry, she would even punch them twice with her little fists.

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An didn't talk back or fight back; they just chuckled foolishly.

Hearing their laughter, Hongxiu became even angrier and kicked Ren Shaoyang twice. It felt like kicking a rock, and she cried out in pain.

Laughter and cries of pain continued until the three people disappeared from sight.
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The autumn chill was biting, the sky was high and the land was vast, old trees with withered branches, a scene of desolation. Red-sleeved, with an air of authority, sat on the threshold, behind her a newly renovated house, cracking melon seeds, staring blankly at the figure hanging halfway in the distance.

Ding An was seen hanging in mid-air with a hemp rope tied around his waist, holding a broken knife in his hand, and a half-finished manual beside him, practicing with reckless abandon.

Hongxiu knew that Ding'an had difficulty maintaining his balance because he was missing an arm, so she came up with the idea of ​​suspending him with ropes, which solved a major problem.

but.

He's practicing his sword, so why is he yelling and spinning around like that?

She didn't understand; she was shocked.

Hongxiu licked her lips, put down the melon seeds, propped her face up with her hands, and stared blankly at the end of the road.

The cabin is more than ten miles away from Dishuiya Town, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with abundant forests and steep mountains.

There is only one road leading to the outside world.

Ren Shaoyang would carry the pheasants and roe deer he had hunted along this road to the market to sell.

Drip Cliff is very close to Dragon Gate, and merchants from both the north and south are willing to gather here, which has created a prosperous place in the border region.

But prosperity is relative. Thieves and bandits roam the area, committing murder and robbery without regard for rules. It truly is a place where opportunity and risk coexist, a place where one has to risk their life to make money.

"Sigh, the sun will set soon, I wonder when the cripple will be back."

Hongxiu sighed. Although another half month had passed and Ren Shaoyang's legs had long since healed, and he was as agile as a monkey going up and down mountains and down rivers every day, she still preferred to call him the cripple.

It's like calling Ding'an's hand broken.

They were happy to be called that by Hongxiu, and accepted it with pleasure.

Their bond seems to deepen even more through this rather "impolite" form of address.

"Hey, I did it! I did it!"

Suddenly, Ding'an shouted with joy, startling the bored Hongxiu awake.

With a whoosh, he cut the hemp rope around his waist with his backhand, then swayed and spun around on the ground, practicing his swordsmanship with both hands and feet.

In an instant, the ground was pounded by Ding An's feet, causing it to explode like fireworks, with dust flying everywhere.

Countless beams of intense light suddenly appeared before Hongxiu's eyes, the blade's momentum as graceful as a jade dragon, shining brightly across the sky.

Hongxiu stared blankly at the frenzied, dazzling swordsmanship before her, and heard Ding'an constantly shouting, "Faster, faster~!" as if in a madman's delirium.

Suddenly, the blade's light vanished, disappearing instantly.

Only Hongxiu remained, her face filled with shock, murmuring, "Wow, what a fast knife!"

Ding An, who had been sitting next to Hong Xiu without anyone noticing, was covered in sweat. He laughed and said, "Little beggar, how's my swordsmanship?"

At this moment, Ding'an's swordsmanship had taken a completely different approach, sweeping like a whirlwind, reaching a point of madness and wonder, truly forging its own path.

"Great job!" Hongxiu asked quickly. "Ding'an, what's the name of your swordsmanship?"

"Flying sand and stones".

Ding An smiled, and Hong Xiu noticed that this was the first time he had smiled so relaxedly, as if he had walked a long way in the summer and was so thirsty that he could hardly stand it, and finally drank ice water with great relief.

“A few days ago, Shao Yang gave me this name, and he was even shaking his head and saying that this sword technique was extremely good, and that it was something else.” He thought for a moment, and then slapped his forehead, “A powerful martial art.”

"This is what you call powerful enough?" Hongxiu clicked her tongue in amazement. "I've never seen a more powerful sword technique!"

Ding An shook his head and laughed, "Shao Yang said that the world is very big, but Dripping Cliff is very small. Here, with enough powerful kung fu, one can establish a sect and become a grandmaster."

Hongxiu gazed at the waning moon gradually emerging from the mountains in the distance. After a long while, she finally sighed and said, "You guys are amazing!"

Ding An smiled but didn't reply.

She pursed her lips and said, "Why isn't that cripple back yet?" Then she couldn't help but worry, "What if he got slashed in the market?"

Ding An's expression changed: "Little beggar, with a cripple's skills, just make sure you don't bully others."

"Hey~ right!" Hongxiu turned her head and asked, "What's the rank of the cripple's kung fu?"

“Him,” Ding’an said leisurely, “Judging from his few words, his skill must be admired by all!”

Hongxiu smiled knowingly, as if she already knew the answer. She suddenly jumped up, humming a tune that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, and skipped back into the house to start a fire and cook.
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In the desolate desert, amidst the lonely smoke rising from the trees, a bustling yet desolate market was filled with the sounds of people.

The town's buildings were desolate, yellowish-brown, and dilapidated.

It was bustling with activity, but it was also filled with peddlers and laborers, knife-wielding swordsmen grinding their teeth and sucking blood, hunters wielding guns and clubs, and horse bandits charging around recklessly.

On the roadside, men, women, and children, kneeling and planting signs, looked lifeless. In the distance, the lights were dim and ambiguous, and a woman with half-exposed breasts beckoned customers to rest.

However, it wasn't long before the two men got into an argument, and before they knew it, they were fighting each other with knives. Soon, a scream rang out, and the fight ended.

"Pooh!"

The winner spat, grinned, picked up the money bag from the ground, wiped the blood-stained blade, and turned to head towards the brothel.

The women completely ignored the smell of blood on him, their snow-white, smooth bodies rushing forward, eager to bury themselves in him, their eyes fixed on the money pouch in his hand.

"Ah~!"

Just then, a scream came from afar, short and sharp like a hen whose neck had been chopped off.

Inside one of the tents, a woman's naked body was thrown out.

As the man fastened his belt, he spat at the corpse: "What a fucking bastard!"

After he walked away, he saw pairs of glowing eyes light up in the dark corner.

Four or five beggars rushed over and dragged the woman's body to a corner.

"Indeed, even the worst order is better than no order at all."

As Ren Shaoyang, leaning on the iron rod, watched the scene unfold before him, his usual gentle smile gone, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

This world has no morality, no good or evil, only slaughter.

This place is a hundred times, a thousand times more dangerous than my previous life.

Suddenly, just as he was lost in thought, he caught a whiff of a floral fragrance mixed with a pungent odor.

Ren Shaoyang twitched his nose and turned to look.

But then two men, dressed in cotton robes and wearing headscarves, with fair skin and no beards, brushed past each other.

Seemingly noticing that Ren Shaoyang was looking at them, one of the men with phoenix eyes flashed a cold light in his eyes, glared at him fiercely, and shouted, "What are you looking at?"

The tone was soft and feminine, but the intonation was sharp.

Ren Shaoyang seemed startled and quickly lowered his head.

His companion tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Getting things done is the priority. Don't cause any unnecessary trouble!"

Danfengyan snorted coldly upon hearing this, and glared at Ren Shaoyang again.

Just then, the companion with phoenix eyes, an old man with a kind face, patted him on the shoulder, then walked over slowly, smiling and saying, "Young brother, did I scare you?"

Ren Shaoyang lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "No, no."

The old man gently patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "That's good. From now on, don't look around carelessly, and start a new life."

After saying that, he exchanged a smile with the man with phoenix eyes, and they walked away together.

Ren Shaoyang straightened up, watched them walk into the tavern, and then looked at his palm expressionlessly.

He secretly channeled the "Great Vajra Divine Power," and a purplish-blue hue slowly gathered in his palm. As his true energy circulated again, the color faded instantly and then disappeared.

"That damn eunuch." Ren Shaoyang watched them sit down in the tavern, tilting his head. "He's damn cunning."

Just then, a sound suddenly came.

"You little brat, new here? You dare to sell wild game here? You've crossed the line, you know that?"

A group of ragged hunters wearing straw hats, baring their yellow teeth and grinning menacingly, surrounded them.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and looked at them.

"Kid, come with us!"

The hunters surrounded the young man and ushered him into a side alley.

The patrons in the distance saw this and excitedly shouted, drinking heartily, their faces flushed.

In this godforsaken place, it seems there's nothing that can excite them more than death.

(End of this chapter)