My wife is Invincible East

Yi Lin frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly seemed to recall something. Her eyes lit up as she spoke, "When I was little, my sister told me the heroic story of the Quanzhen Sect, who stood up to the Mongols and fought bravely even after their entire sect was destroyed. She seemed to admire them very much."

"The Huashan Sect was founded by Master Hao Datong, one of the Seven True Masters. If my sister really follows the master to learn martial arts, she will most likely visit Huashan after she completes her studies. Brother Moye, go to Huashan and look for my sister."

Zhu Moye's eyes lit up. If Yi Lin hadn't told him this clue, he really wouldn't have known where to start looking in such a big world.

After getting the clue, his heart was burning with excitement, and he reminisced about the past with Yi Lin.

Flying on the wind with a sword, the target is Huashan!

Chapter 113 The East is Invincible!

The sun sets and it is already dusk.

The reddish color in the sky above Shaanxi was gradually covered by the falling night, and bright stars began to emerge.

It adds a touch of moving color to this lively and prosperous evening.

At this moment, it was like a comet streaking across the sky, leaving behind a long red tail.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.

Outside the city gate of Huayin County, Dongfu, Shaanxi Province, a young man with a stern expression and handsome features suddenly appeared.

This person was naturally Zhu Moye. He sped all the way and traveled a long distance for more than an hour. At nightfall, he finally arrived at Huayin County at the foot of Mount Hua.

He walked straight into the city, passing through the bustling night market which was at its most lively and prosperous at nightfall.

There was a faint aura of oppression emanating from Zhu Moye, which made people feel awe. Wherever he passed, the densely packed crowds of people would consciously make way for him.

If you watch it from above, you will definitely feel the wonder.

It is like a sharp sword dividing a long river, which is quite visually shocking.

Zhu Moye walked aimlessly on the street, looking left and right, observing the passers-by coming and going in the busy traffic, taking in the facial features of those people.

He strolled for nearly half an hour and saw at least eight thousand people, but still did not see a woman with the youthful and beautiful face in his memory.

I couldn't help but shook my head in disappointment.

"Hey, Dongfang, where on earth have you been?"

Just as Zhu Moye shook his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two nervous young men out of the corner of his eye.

One of them was wearing a brown linen shirt, a leather belt around his waist, and loose dark blue trousers. He looked cynical and carefree.

One was a younger boy, wearing a gray shirt and a small hat, a martial arts uniform, and a childish face.

"Lu Hou'er, we finally got rid of Junior Sister. Where are you taking me to drink?"

The free and unrestrained young man stopped and asked the boy next to him.

"Oh, big brother, time is running out, so don't ask any more questions. Just ahead is the fleeting time, with plenty of beauties and plenty of wine!"

The boy called Lu Hou'er was obviously mustering up the courage to go to such a place of fireworks for the first time. There was a hint of anxiety in his words and his face flushed.

"Hmm? Plenty of wine? Let's go!"

When the eldest brother heard the word "fine wine", stars appeared in his eyes. He was originally not in a hurry, but he quickly took Lu Houer's hand and walked forward quickly.

Lu Houer, senior brother, junior sister?

Love wine but not beautiful women?

Damn, why do I like Linghu Chong and his trio the more I look at them?

After connecting the key words in their conversation, Zhu Moye's eyes lit up.

Isn’t this exactly what happened between the Huashan trio at the beginning of Smiling at Laughter?

In the original novel, Linghu Chong also loves fine wine and is addicted to alcohol. He is also a disciple of Huashan. Before he suffered hardships, he also had the character of a sloppy gangster.

Although when he traveled through time ten years ago, the ultimate mission triggered was to conquer Dongfang Bubai, and Dongfang Bubai was a peerless beauty.

Zhu Moye was not sure whether this was the world of the original novel of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer or the world of the new TV series.

However, he was certain that the two young men were Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou.

Zhu Moye's eyes rolled around a few times, as if he had thought of something, and he took a step forward and followed them.

You know, people like this who carry the halo of the protagonist are born with a sarcastic face, and all kinds of villains want to step on them.

It can be said that there are adventures and surprises every day.

If you follow him, you might discover something.

Following the two people unnoticed all the way, they soon arrived in front of a building that was brightly lit with fireworks and had a charming atmosphere.

As soon as I reached the door, a strong scent of rouge and powder hit me in the face.

Zhu Moye raised his head slightly to look at the plaque. On it were engraved four large characters: "Flowing Years Like Water". The handwriting was beautiful and delicate, obviously from the skillful hands of a woman.

Without hesitation, he strode in.

What caught the eye was the floor covered with bright red carpet, bright lights and soft tents, and dozens of neatly arranged small round tables, filled with people of all kinds.

"Oh, you look unfamiliar, sir. You must be from out of town, right?"

"What would you like to eat? What kind of girls would you like to have with you? We have everything you need."

Just as he turned around and took a look around the interior of Si Shui Nian Hua, the flattering voice of the madam reached Zhu Moye's ears.

She watched Zhu Moye walk in from afar. He was dressed in luxurious clothes, and there was an aura of authority between his brows. This was the aura formed by being in a high position for many years!

How could the madam, who had seen countless men, not see that the handsome young man in front of her was definitely a real aristocrat.

How can there be no flattery?

I heard the madam chattering like a machine gun, promoting the girls here.

Zhu Moye's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "That's not necessary, young lady. Just bring us the best wine and food you have."

The madam was slightly stunned. She had never seen many people who came to this brothel without looking for girls.

Soon, he returned to normal. Since he came in, he never looked at the girl directly, obviously looking down on these vulgar women.

At that moment, he stopped wasting time and said with a smile, "Okay, sir, do you want me to help you clear out a separate table?"

"No need, just sit there."

Zhu Moye shook his head and pointed to the table where Linghu Chong and Lu Houer were sitting. He then took out a hundred-liang silver note from his pocket and threw it to the madam.

He immediately ignored her and walked straight to Linghu Chong's table. He pointed to the empty seat and chuckled, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Brother, you're worrying too much. Please take a seat. When the wine is served, let's have a drink together."

Linghu Chong smiled casually, not caring at all, and asked Zhu Moye to sit down, but in his heart he was thinking that this guy was very generous and he must drink to his heart's content later.

"Everyone, the most powerful person in the martial arts world is Dongfang Bubai!"

"We are in our prime, and in the courtesan circle, there is also an Invincible Oriental."

Just as Zhu Moye sat down, the brothel owner's sharp voice suddenly rang out, drowning out all the noise in the building.

As the madam waved her palm-leaf fan, dozens of sounds of breaking through the air came, and dozens of red silks suddenly shot out from the attic.

A graceful figure in a blue long dress descended from the sky, floating like a fairy.

Chapter 114 The Most Familiar Stranger

Zhu Moye had just picked up the teacup and was about to put it to his lips when his hand suddenly froze.

Master!

He didn't even need to look carefully, his body's instinct told him that the woman who suddenly appeared must be a master.

His aura was as cold as ice, with a spooky, ghostly feeling.

The way it appeared was also mysterious, slowly descending from the sky like a falling feather.

Without extremely strong internal strength, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, it is impossible to resist gravity.

This woman is at least a master of Shang Ming's level, and there is a distinct familiarity in her aura.

This eerie and strange fluctuation of internal energy seems to be the Book of the Sunflower?

Zhu Moye's face was calm. After thinking for a while, he was too lazy to think about it anymore.

In the low-level martial arts plane, there is no one who can threaten him except those old guys who have already achieved enlightenment and are bored enough to come down and stroll around.

Immediately, he picked up the tea and took a sip. The tea fragrance that penetrated into his heart instantly relieved the fatigue from traveling for a long time.

Then, she turned around, raised her head with interest, and looked at the blue figure dancing like a butterfly flying through flowers, her jade feet constantly tapping lightly on the fluttering red silk.

This woman was floating in the sky, her figure swaying. Even before her true appearance was seen, countless men downstairs stopped playing with the hostess, their eyes were burning, and they kept swallowing their saliva.

She has a slender waist and a plump figure. If she is a little more, she would be fat, and if she is a little less, she would be too skinny. Her figure is so exquisitely designed, as if the spirit of heaven and earth is condensed into one body, even without deliberately posing.

Even with Zhu Moye's definition, seeing such an excessively perfect body, his eyes were filled with brilliance and he couldn't help but nod in admiration.

A poem by Cao Zhi came to mind: "Her form is graceful as a startled swan, graceful as a wandering dragon, radiant like an autumn chrysanthemum, luxuriant like a spring pine. Her figure is like the moon obscured by a light cloud, drifting like snowflakes blown by a gentle wind. From afar, she is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. From close up, she is as brilliant as a lotus emerging from the emerald waters. Her figure is slender and graceful, her height and shortness perfectly balanced. Her shoulders are carved, her waist is as slender as a willow. Her neck is long and slender, her skin white and delicate, her fragrance unmatched, even the most radiant of makeup cannot..."

Just the tip of the iceberg revealed by this woman is already fully worthy of the praise of the "Goddess of Luo River" that caused a sensation a thousand years ago.

The next second, the blue figure's lotus feet lightly touched the red gauze, and her slender body flew up, slowly spinning in the air, floating here and there, and her hidden true appearance flashed before everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, in the fleeting years, there was a burst of rapid breathing sounds, and every man's eyes flashed green, wishing they could swallow her up in one gulp.

The woman's lips were as red as a dot, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her watery eyes were slightly rippled, making her look pitiful and seem to be able to speak. Her nose and mouth were both exquisite and perfect to the extreme, and the skin on her face was without a single blemish.

Natural and pure, without any makeup, she already has a charm that can captivate the whole country. Her whole body is like a piece of jade, emitting a layer of bright luster.

She is a beauty who brings disaster to the country and the people.

The only difference was Zhu Moye. The moment his sight completely took in the woman's face, his pupils suddenly contracted and a faint throbbing flashed through his heart.

This face... these facial features... they smell so familiar...

The beautiful woman in front of him was somewhat similar to Dongfang Bai, whom Zhu Moye had been obsessed with and missing for a full ten years.

"No, it shouldn't be her."

Zhu Moye shook his head fiercely. The Dongfang Bai in his memory had facial features very similar to this woman.

But it is a kind of pure, ethereal beauty that makes people feel peaceful and intoxicated, just like the lilies in the countryside and the orchids in the valley.

The woman in front of him was full of charm from head to toe. With every move and smile, she was like a vixen, captivating and alluring.

Especially when she stopped spinning for a second, revealing a row of white jade-like teeth, that breathtakingly beautiful and devilish smile seemed to be seducing men, but in fact it was mixed with a hint of extreme disdain, as if in her eyes, these men below were all just playthings, and she didn't care about anything.

All these signs are completely inconsistent with Dongfang Bai's characteristics.

Moreover, Dongfang Bai is strong-willed and even more stubborn than men. How could she possibly fall into the trap of being a prostitute in a brothel?

For a moment, Zhu Moye was in a state of confusion. He hoped that the charming woman in front of him was not Dongfang Bai, but he also hoped that she was Dongfang Bai. It was really an extremely contradictory feeling.

After struggling for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he muttered in his heart: "Investigate!"

Low-level martial arts plane: The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Character: Invincible Easterner!

Age: 26 years old

Realm: The top master in the martial arts world, the peak of the innate realm.

Strength: 13000

Features: He is as ghostly as a ghost, well versed in acupuncture points of the human body, and can throw flying needles in one hand, making it impossible to defend against him.

"Invincible East!?"

Zhu Moye exclaimed in his heart, he didn't expect that this woman was really Dongfang Bubai, the final boss of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

It is impossible for such a person to become a prostitute. It seems that she must have some ulterior motives for dressing up as an oriental courtesan.

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little lost.

Dongfang Bubai, standing proudly and lightly on the red gauze, seemed to sense a gaze different from those wolfish ones, and turned his head with some curiosity.

The face that caught my eye was somewhat similar to the boy I remembered from ten years ago.

The original relaxed and confident demeanor, looking down on everyone, and the condescending attitude were gone, and her beautiful watery eyes became a little dull.

is it him?