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

Chapter 99 Inviting the Moon cast a disdainful glance.

"Crippled man, cripple!"

When Ren Shaoyang woke up, he saw Ding An and Hongxiu's smiling faces, one big and one small.

They got very close and were laughing like a husky.

"Snapped"!
Ren Shaoyang, with one hand on each side and an expressionless face, pushed their large faces away.

"What are you doing?"

"Ouch!" Hongxiu forcefully pushed his hands away. "We thought you were sleeping so soundly, we only woke you up when we got there!"

Ding'an didn't speak, he just kept nodding.

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "Sleeping very soundly?"

“Yes!” Hongxiu looked at him in confusion. “And you feel so different now, very different.”

Ding An nodded again: "Yes, it felt like we had just gone through a fierce battle, chilling to the bone!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the feeling!" Hongxiu clapped her hands and shouted, leaning closer to ask, "Crippled man, are you alright?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I really did experience a great massacre!"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you dreaming again?"

Ding An also asked, "Just like last time when that Kunlun swordsman taught you the 'Kunlun Sword Technique' in a dream?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I dreamt of an old friend from my childhood, and I also saved a really, really good girl."

Hongxiu was a little jealous and snorted, "Compared to me?"

Ren Shaoyang stroked her head: "Of course our little beggar is the cutest!"

"Hahaha!"

The little beggar was overjoyed, laughing heartily, and grabbed his hand: "Come on, let's go eat! After we eat, I want to hear the story from your dream."

Ding'an lifted the curtain, and a ray of brilliant light shone into the carriage.

The three of them got out of the car and looked together at the sunset in the distance. A beautiful glow painted the sky red, and a thin mist below reflected the desolation on the ground, making the brilliance in the sky even more apparent.

On the bluestone slabs, the rain stains were still visible, indicating that the rain had just stopped. Passersby hurried along, and the setting sun cast long shadows behind them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Ding'an was also quite excited. "I want to hear it too."

This is a somewhat dilapidated town.

The tavern at the town entrance was open, its wine flag fluttering slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was lunchtime, and there were many guests. The three of them found an empty seat in a secluded spot.

As night fell, groups of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) figures poured into the tavern, making a ruckus and drinking games under the dim lights.

The rich eat meat and drink alcohol.

When you're down on your luck, a bowl of hot Shaoxing wine with fennel beans is enough to ease your sorrows.

During this time, it wasn't that no one noticed Ren Shaoyang and his two companions; they only glanced at them before turning their heads away.

Three young men, a young girl, and a cripple—what's so interesting about that?

In addition, the man in the white robe ordered a pot of warm yellow wine to drink, and a bowl of fennel beans, eating with a beaming smile.

He even said he would write down the four variations of the character "茴" for those silly young men and women.
The tavern's wandering swordsmen all scoffed, thinking the white-robed man was just a bookworm.

There is little threat.

All of this means there aren't any particularly interesting spot-the-difference games.

Only when the waiter came to refill the tea did I glance twice at the four "茴" characters that seemed to be embedded in the table.

The waiter found the four characters more and more meaningful, so he kept coming over to refill Ren Shaoyang's tea.

Keep looking at the four characters "茴" (huí).

He even helped urge the kitchen staff to bring the food out earlier.

After putting down the food, the waiter took one last look and finally couldn't help but praise, "Sir, your four characters are truly exquisite."

Ren Shaoyang, Ding An, and Hongxiu exchanged a glance and smiled.

"Do you recognize these four characters?"

The waiter smiled sheepishly and said, "I've never been to school and I can't read."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head to look at him, his eyes unreadable: "Then why do you think there's a smell?"

The waiter thought for a moment and said, "The first character looks like ocean waves, the second like flowers, the third like flying, and the fourth like... like nothing at all."

The little beggar slammed his hand on the table: "Good eye!"

Ding An nodded and said, "Indeed, you have a good eye."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You can see that, which means we are destined to meet." He casually took out a piece of scrap paper, asked for a brush and ink, and quickly wrote four different versions of the character "茴" (huí).

He handed it to the waiter.

The waiter felt an overwhelming joy well up inside him and quickly accepted the gift with both hands.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Observe carefully. When you have mastered the four principles of 'wave, flower, flight, and shadow,' buy a sword and enter the world of martial arts."

Upon hearing this, the waiter's eyes widened suddenly. He quickly put the straw paper into his pocket and bowed respectfully to Ren Shaoyang: "Ye Yunuan thanks you, benefactor! I don't know your name, so I can repay your kindness in the future."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "If we meet in the martial world, let's have a drink together. If you want to know my name, just call me White Robe." After saying that, he picked up his bowl and ate heartily with the little beggar and Ding An.

Seeing the three people in front of her eating with great relish, as if they were starving ghosts reincarnated, Ye Yu Nuan didn't want to disturb them. She bowed to them again and turned to leave.

Hongxiu watched the waiter's retreating figure and smiled, "He's a promising talent; he's destined for fame and fortune."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Even the heroine Hongxiu said so, this waiter is really a good prospect."

Hongxiu laughed and said, "After he becomes famous, if someone knows that he comprehended the sword technique through four '茴' characters, I wonder what their expression will be?"

"Cough cough!"

Ding An coughed, and seeing the two men's eyes meet, he asked, "Would you call him 'Fennel Swordsman'?"

"Holy crap!" *2
Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu: "(#￣～￣#), (#￣～￣#)"

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they asked for a superior room, rested for a while, and then went upstairs.

"Crippled man, crippled man! Tell me what you dreamed about on the way here?" "Yes, wasn't it wonderful? Wasn't it interesting?"

Seeing Hongxiu and Ding'an carrying stools and sitting in front of him, urging him to update the story with excited expressions.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "What I want to tell you is a story called 'Kunlun,' which is a very exciting and very depressing story."

Hongxiu and Ding'an cheered with joy, unaware of the original's destructive power—
The night is as cold as water.

Inside the Yihua Palace, however, it was as pleasant as springtime.

Amidst the intoxicating sea of ​​flowers, graceful young women in white robes roam about, their expressions aloof, as if wearing jade masks.

The main hall of Yihua Palace is spacious and magnificent, located in Xiuyu Valley, yet it still exudes an aura of overwhelming power.

The lamps inside the hall burned continuously, fueled by mermaid oil, and never went out.

Yaoyue and Lianxing sat facing each other at a small table in the hall, both with long hair flowing down their shoulders and dressed in white as snow.

If Lianxing is a woman who is both innocent and mature, then Yaoyue is a goddess who is high above.

In fact, Lianxing's stunning beauty and noble temperament are absolutely no less than Yaoyue's.

However, this only applies when Yaoyue is present.

Just like the bright moon in the sky, Lianxing will always be just a star surrounding the moon.

Inviting the moon, her beautiful fingers grasped the teacup.

She was never restrained in her behavior and refused to do anything girlish, even when drinking tea, she insisted on holding her hand completely.

It was as if he had clenched his fist, as if he had grasped power.

After drinking it all in one gulp, Yaoyue's beautiful eyes were fixed on Lianxing, who was brewing tea.

Lianxing's hand movements remained steady, even with her deformed and disabled left hand.

Yaoyue lowered her gaze, glanced at it, then turned away, saying in a calm tone, "What accident happened to you in the Valley of Villains?"

Lianxing poured her some tea and said softly, "I have indeed seen some amazing people and amazing things."

Yaoyue grasped the teacup, ignoring the scalding hot tea, and drank it all in one gulp: "Tell me what's on your mind first."

Lianxing said, "Yan Nantian is not dead; he is recuperating in the Valley of Villains."

Anyone in the martial arts world would be shocked to hear this news, but Yaoyue remained calm and composed.

"It would be best if Yan Nantian didn't die, otherwise the whole martial arts world would be too boring."

Clearly, in Yaoyue's mind, Yan Nantian was one of the very few people who could be considered a worthy opponent.

Or, someone who can pique one's interest.

Yaoyue asked, "Where's Xiaoyuer?" Her interest in Jiang Xiaoyuer was much stronger than her interest in Yan Nantian.

Lianxing said, "Xiaoyuer has appeared at Jiuxiu Manor and Mount Emei, and is now on his way to Evil Valley."

"Go back?" Yaoyue frowned. "How good is his martial arts? How does he compare to Hua Wuque?"

Lianxing said, "He is far inferior to me. However, he is cunning and treacherous. If you are not careful, you will fall into his trap."

Yaoyue snorted, "With such poor martial arts skills, you're truly a waste!"

Lianxing didn't speak, but just kept her head down and brewed tea.

Yaoyue thought for a moment, then suddenly gave a cold laugh and said, "The amazing person you encountered in the Valley of Villains, was he the one who injured you?"

Lianxing picked up the scalding hot teapot, poured the tea into the fairness cup, and then calmly looked at her sister.

"Yes."

A slight smile played on Yaoyue's lips: "How is that person?"

Lianxing sighed: "Very strong."

Inviting the Moon coldly asked, "How strong are you?"

Lianxing recalled that night and couldn't help but slowly exhale: "It was like meeting the Buddha!"

Yaoyue's face was cold and stern. She flicked her sleeve and asked, "How does this compare to Yan Nantian back then?"

"Even worse!"

A flame seemed to suddenly ignite in Yaoyue's cold gaze: "And what about me?"

Lianxing picked up the fairness cup and poured tea for her, but looking at her own face in the tea, she murmured as if in a dream, "Even without a sword, I am still half a step ahead!"

Suddenly, a biting wind blew, and Yaoyue's full head of black hair flew wildly.

"Sister." Lianxing felt a chill on her fingertips, and then saw the steaming tea quickly cool down, followed by a surge of power.

call!
Lianxing's teacup flew out of her hand, and her body suddenly shifted several feet backward before she looked up in astonishment.

Then, Yaoyue caught the falling teacup, held it, and drank it down in one gulp: "Now what do you think?"

"My sister's Mingyu Divine Skill has reached such a level? Even without using his sword, he might not be able to defeat her!"

Yaoyue glanced sideways, gritting her teeth, and asked, "What kind of sword is he using?"

Lianxing thought for a moment and said, "This person drew his sword twice, once on the grasslands and once in Kunlun. I examined the wounds on the corpse. The sword was incredibly sharp, capable of striking both soft and hard surfaces, and was extremely terrifying!"

As she spoke, she added, "It seems to be a soft sword, hidden in the wrist."

"Little Fish, you better keep a close eye on him."

Yaoyue suddenly stood up. The night outside the window was hazy, and the bright moon shone brightly, making her look like a god or a ghost, and a chill ran through her.

Lianxing also stood up, and the two beauties stood side by side: "Okay."

Yaoyue turned and strode away, asking, "What's that person's name?"

Ren Shaoyang, nicknamed "The Butcher".

"The butcher?" A voice drifted from afar, sounding like a laugh. "Very good!"

As that breathtakingly beautiful figure disappeared outside the main hall.

Lianxing slowly exhaled, her expression complex, a mixture of mischief and worry.

Looking at the clear night sky, I sighed.

(End of this chapter)