While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

“Let’s go take a look.” Huang Rong, being the most curious, got up as soon as she spoke.

Jiang Sishui reached out and pressed her down, then shook her head at her.

Huang Rong was taken aback, then immediately understood: "Brother Sishui, it's this zither music... Is there something wrong with the person playing the zither?"

Over the course of those three days, as their relationship deepened, Jiang Sishui finally got Huang Rong to call him "brother."

Her delicate and clear tone, sweet and soft voice, and even a hint of coquetry made one's bones feel several ounces lighter.

Jiang Sishui glanced towards the lake and smiled, "Don't worry, you don't need to go over there, he will come over on his own."

Will the pianist come over on his own?

Huang Rong blinked her big eyes with intense curiosity and asked, "Brother Sishui, do you know who that person is?"

Jiang Sishui shook her head: "I don't know."

Huang Rong was even more puzzled: "Then why are you so sure?"

Jiang Sishui looked around and said, "There are no houses in this desolate place, but just when we were here, someone came over and played the zither."

"The music was beautiful, but it sounded out of place to me. Someone was probably making a commotion on purpose to lure us over, and then pretend to bump into us to achieve their ulterior motives."

"This kind of pretentious and ostentatious style has been written about to death in storybooks, hasn't it?"

Seeing that the women were still somewhat skeptical, he added, "Most importantly, I can sense a malice in the music!"

Malice?

Requesting flowers (or flowers)

All the women were stunned.

The sound of this zither is moderate and peaceful, making people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze. How could there be any malice in it?

However, they immediately thought of one of Jiang Sishui's talents—the ability to sense cicadas!

So they all believed it and had no more doubts about what Jiang Sishui said.

Huang Rong sat back down, but her expression clearly showed a hint of eagerness, as if she couldn't wait to see a good show.

"Alright, let's eat first. Since he came for us, he won't run away. Let him play for a while. He'll come over when he gets tired."

Jiang Sishui's tone carried a hint of mockery.

All the women laughed.

So everyone listened to the music and enjoyed the delicious food, feeling relaxed and happy.

The music lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

Just then, everyone had finished eating and drinking, and Jiang Sishui glanced towards the lake.

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The gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of branches in between, landing on the pianist.

"Let's go."

Jiang Sishui gave a signal, and the group continued on their way.

As expected, they hadn't gone far when a person appeared ahead.

A young and handsome monk in white robes.

He was carrying his zither and walking along the roadside when he seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves, at which point he turned around to look.

Then he stepped aside and stood on the side of the road, as if to make way for everyone.

It's him!

All the women recognized the white-robed monk.

It was none other than the illustrious monk Wuhua from Shaolin Temple.

The reason why all the women remembered him was that during the "Zhenlong Chess Tournament," Xuzhu had exposed the Shaolin technique used by Kumārajīva, which attracted everyone's attention.

At that time, Wu Hua was standing next to Xu Zhu.

The two, one beautiful and the other ugly, formed a stark contrast. The former had an otherworldly and refined air, unlike any monk one would normally encounter, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

As a result, all the women remembered this person.

It's only been a few days, so recognizing him isn't difficult.

So... this monk had ill intentions?

All the women looked at Jiang Sishui.

Jiang Sishui glanced at Wuhua, then scanned the surroundings, while simultaneously channeling her inner energy to listen intently.

After confirming that no one was around, he flicked the reins and spurred his horse forward slowly.

As the distance between them continued to close, Wuhua seemed to recognize Jiang Sishui, and a smile appeared on her gentle and refined face.

However, before his smile could fully bloom, his expression suddenly changed, and he leaped backward frantically!

At the same time, a sharp flash of sword light flew out of its sheath! (Up)

116 The Heavenly Skill's Fangs Begin to Appear: The Bizarre Japanese Ninjutsu

Wu Hua reacted quickly, leaping backward the moment Jiang Sishui's right hand touched the hilt of the sword, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun the speed of the "Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique"!

The longsword was drawn and the slashing process took almost no time. Most terrifyingly, the tip of the longsword actually emitted a blazing white sword light that was ten feet long!

Yes, once the "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique" reaches a certain level of mastery, it no longer needs to be used at close range; instead, it can be used for ranged attacks.

Jiang Sishui has only just achieved minor mastery, and his sword light is only one zhang long.

When this skill reaches the critical point between minor and major mastery, the sword's aura can even reach nine zhang!

They can ambush someone from thirty meters away.

In addition, the terrifying speed of the "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique" means that anyone below the Heavenly Realm, unless they retreat the moment Jiang Sishui reaches for the sword like Wuhua, will basically die!

Even a celestial being, if they don't release their true energy to protect themselves, could be instantly killed by a single sword strike if caught off guard!

It wasn't until this moment, at "300", that this divine skill began to reveal its fangs.

Because the two were less than a zhang apart when Jiang Sishui made her move, Wuhua still couldn't completely escape the attack range of this sword.

The sword beam, ten feet long, slashed out like a waterfall, quickly catching up with Wuhua, passing by in a flash, and then returning to its sheath.

Blood soaked his white clothes, and a hideous wound split open on Wuhua's right shoulder, staining half of his body red.

Furthermore, a sword scar appeared on his fair and handsome face, which was even more beautiful than a woman's, cutting open his nose and the corner of his left eye, with the flesh turned outwards, making it a shocking sight.

In an instant, the handsome and dashing white-robed monk transformed into a hideous and terrifying demon, his ethereal aura vanishing completely.

This scene came so suddenly that everyone present was stunned.

Even Huang Rong and the other girls didn't expect that Jiang Sishui would attack without saying a word.

Wu Hua didn't react either.

In fact, his retreat was based on his body's instinctive reaction to danger, but his brain was a beat too slow.

Now, as excruciating pain surged through his body, Wuhua finally realized that he had been slashed!

And she was even disfigured!

His eyes were filled with disbelief, his muscles twitched from the pain, making his bloodied face look even more ferocious as he stared intently at Jiang Sishui.

Jiang Sishui had no intention of wasting words with him. She leaped off her horse and, from her high vantage point, slashed down with her sword.

Falling Sword Style!

With man and sword as one, his momentum was overwhelming. Just as he was about to cleave his opponent in two, a purple mist suddenly rose around Wuhua.

The purple mist surged in like ocean waves, sweeping towards the river like water. In the hazy purple light, there seemed to be tiny, glittering things mixed in.

Surrounded by the Northern Darkness True Qi, which protected her body autonomously, Jiang Sishui changed her swordsmanship and used the "Arrow-Breaking Style".

The sword flashed and spun, the clanging and clattering sounds filling the air as countless hidden weapons were deflected.

At the same time, Jiang Sishui, who had just landed, used the "Lingbo Weibu" technique to dodge the purple mist that was attacking from behind.

With a deafening roar, as if a thunderbolt had shattered the mountaintop, the entire ground trembled three times.

The horse was startled, reared up, and neighed loudly, throwing Wang Yuyan and Abi off the horse.

Fortunately, the grass was soft, and there were no injuries.

By the time Huang Rong and her two companions had subdued their mounts, the two horses had already galloped far away.

The women ignored them, their eyes fixed on the battlefield.

A light purple mist drifted and dispersed, and a large tree that had been behind Jiang Sishui was now split in two, falling to either side.

The heartwood of the tree was pitch black, as if it had been struck by lightning, and turned directly into charcoal.

A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves fluttered in the air.

A once vibrant tree withered and died in the blink of an eye, its green leaves mostly turning yellowish-brown.

The women were taken aback.

What method is this? !