Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Lin Shiyin panicked, but she didn't dare to shout. This man was more powerful than she had expected.

She had a premonition that even if her husband Long Xiaoyun came, even if that unfaithful man Li Xunhuan came, he might not be a match for this man.

"Madam, since you don't have the Flower-Loving Mirror here, I think it must be with Li Xunhuan or Long Xiaoyun. Now that I'm here, I'll go see them.

Madam, you don't want to embarrass them, do you?"

"Don't!"

Lin Shiyin exclaimed, her voice trembling, "Don't embarrass them, I'll give it to you, isn't it enough for me to give it to you!"

She was really afraid that if Li Xunhuan knew that she had concealed the fact that she had concealed the Lotus Treasure Mirror, her image as the white moonlight in Li Xunhuan's heart would be completely destroyed.

"Then hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

Song Xuan signaled her to go and get the Lianhua Treasure Mirror, as they would be going to watch the love-hate drama between Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan later.

Lin Shiyin went to the inner room. There seemed to be a secret compartment in the room. Soon, she took out a box from it.

It's not that she didn't think about running away, but when she thought that the other party could come to her room quietly and activate the sword energy at will, she gave up the idea.

Song Xuan took out the Lianhua Treasure Mirror from the box and turned to the page that recorded the art of mind control. Soon, he understood a very mysterious method of mental attack.

This method can not only directly attack people's spirits, but also create illusions in other people's minds to control their minds.

For masters who have condensed the innate divine flower, this method is definitely a divine skill.

Song Xuan has not yet condensed the divine flower, but since he broke through the innate realm, his overall strength is definitely not weaker than that of a warrior who has condensed the three innate flowers.

This method can be said to be tailor-made for him.

Putting the Flower-Loving Treasure Mirror into his arms, Song Xuan looked at Lin Shiyin, who looked apprehensive, and said, "I won't take your things for nothing. Tell me what you need now."

Lin Shiyin was silent for a moment, then asked, "Li Xunhuan, is he really the Plum Blossom Thief?"

Song Xuan laughed heartily and said, "Madam, do you still need to ask about this? You should know very well what kind of person your husband is."

Lin Shiyin bit her lip and whispered, "Then I'd like to ask you to help me rescue Li Xunhuan and not let him die here."

Song Xuan clicked his tongue twice, "It seems that in Madam's heart, Li Xunhuan is still more important than your husband..."

Seeing Lin Shiyin's guilty and embarrassed look, he waved his hand and said, "Since you're quite cooperative, Madam Lin, I'll do this for you. From now on, we're even!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared outside the window like a breeze. Lin Shiyin hurriedly ran to the window and looked out, but there was no sign of Song Xuan.

After making sure that the other person had left, she sat on the bed in a daze, her eyes blurred with tears and her face full of sorrow.

......

Li Xunhuan has a very high level of cultivation. In Song Xuan's opinion, he is at least a master who has condensed the flower of qi, and may even be stronger.

But although this person's martial arts skills are high, his weaknesses are too obvious, and there are more than one. Then, he was easily ambushed by his trusted good brother Long Xiaoyun.

There was no way. Who would have thought that the good elder brother to whom he gave up his wife and returned the family property was determined to kill him?

Long Xiaoyun's martial arts skills are not that great, but he is very good at plotting against someone.

Not all martial arts masters are as immune to all poisons as Song Xuan. Not to mention that Li Xunhuan has weaknesses in his character, his weak body alone is already an extremely obvious weakness.

Long Xiaoyun teamed up with a group of experts to imprison Li Xunhuan, who had been ambushed, in a woodshed in Xingyun Manor, and even spread the news that the Plum Blossom Thief was Li Xunhuan.

Master Xinmei of Shaolin Temple, whose Buddhist scriptures had been stolen by the Plum Blossom Thief, personally led a team to take Li Xunhuan back to Shaolin Temple for punishment.

In an attic far away from the woodshed, Victoria Song and her brother were eating melons.

She was really eating the watermelon. On her way here, the little girl took away the watermelon that the maid prepared for Lin Shiyin.

While chewing the watermelon, the two watched Long Xiaoyun not far away passionately recounting the crimes committed by Li Xunhuan.

Long Xiaoyun is a man with a dignified appearance, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a slight beard under his chin, giving people a very righteous feeling.

In Song Xuan's opinion, this feeling is even stronger than the one he had with the gentleman swordsman Yue Buqun. People who don't know his true nature will definitely regard him as an upright, heroic and generous righteous knight.

As Li Xunhuan's sworn brother, even a "righteous" man like Long Xiaoyun personally admitted that Li Xunhuan was the Plum Blossom Thief. Many people in the martial arts world who heard the news believed it immediately.

"Brother, it looks like if we don't take action, that idiot Li Xunhuan is going to be killed!"

Victoria Song spat out some watermelon seeds and complained, "I really don't understand why you agreed to let Lin Shiyin save such a person. You could have just snatched it away, so why did you have to make a promise to someone else?"

Song Xuan rolled his eyes at her. "You're still dreaming of being a knight-errant all day long. So, being a knight-errant means you can take things from others for free without paying, right?"

Victoria Song looked at him puzzledly, "Aren't all heroes like this? Those people don't do anything productive but spend money like water all day long. Don't tell me they earned all their money from farming or doing business!"

Chapter 121 Who hit me with a watermelon rind?

Song Xuan was silent for a moment after hearing what Song Qian said.

What you said really makes sense.

After a moment's hesitation, Song Xuan said, "When dealing with people and things, there should be some bottom line. Of course, I can do whatever I want to my enemies, but for ordinary people with whom I have no grudges, I prefer an equal exchange."

"Oh!" Victoria nodded in understanding, "Got it. From now on, if I want something, I'll try to turn them into enemies first and then deal with them."

Song Xuan looked up at the sky speechlessly. It seemed that Song Qian’s way of thinking was becoming more and more distorted.

It seems that the education I gave her since she was a child was successful, but it also seems that it was not completely successful. Her unconventional thinking is so unpredictable that even I, a time traveler, can hardly keep up with her.

In the distance, more and more martial artists gathered in the woodshed where Li Xunhuan was imprisoned.

Long Xiaoyun's martial arts skills are not very high, but he is very good at making friends with masters. Song Xuan has sensed that at least three or four innate warriors have come, and there may be other masters coming later.

Although these innate warriors are just the most ordinary ones, even so, it can be seen that Long Xiaoyun has the ability to win people's hearts.

"Brother, why don't you take action? If you don't do it now, Li Xun Huan will really be killed!"

Song Qian was eager to try the watermelon rind in her hand, her eyes kept looking into the distance, and finally she chose a bald man and prepared to give him a watermelon rind.

"hold on!"

Song Xuan was not anxious at all. "Li Xunhuan has been in the martial arts world for so many years, he still has a few true friends!"

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the yard where the firewood was stored, and then the sound of fighting was heard.

"The fight has started!" Song Qian became interested and stared at the courtyard without blinking.

But there were several muffled groans coming from the yard. Several people were suddenly attacked and fell to the ground. A sword light shot up into the sky in the yard, mixed with a cold and sharp aura, and the sword repelled the people around.

Surrounded by sword light, a figure leaped and dodged, the sword swung out like the wind, trying to rush into the room where Li Xunhuan was imprisoned.

But every time they approached the woodshed, they would be repelled by several masters, causing the situation to become stalemate.

"Ha ha!"

On the battlefield, a middle-aged man laughed and said, "Your swordsmanship is so superb, and you are no ordinary person in the martial arts world. Why would you associate with Li Xunhuan, the Plum Blossom Bandit?"

The man who came to rescue Li Xunhuan looked young, but his swordsmanship was quite good. Seeing that he could not save Li Xunhuan, he stopped attacking and pierced the man who attacked him through the chest with a sword. Then he left like a flash of light.

"Brother, do you know this guy?"

Song Xuan nodded. "Li Xunhuan's good friend is called Ah Fei. He's very talented in swordsmanship and will achieve great things in the future. It's a pity that he's just a bootlicker."

After thinking about it, Song Xuan added, "Not yet."

Now A Fei should not be bewitched by Lin Xian'er yet, and is not Lin Xian'er's bootlicker for the time being.

In the future, Ah Fei, after experiencing a life of bootlicking, finally achieved enlightenment and reached a superb level of swordsmanship. The name of the flying swordsman could make the entire martial arts world tremble with fear.

He is still too young now, but even so, in Song Xuan's opinion, if it is a one-on-one duel, there are not many people in the entire Mingzhou underworld who can beat him.

But unfortunately, the world of martial arts is never a place where everyone is happy. Fighting alone is something that only happens between top masters. In most cases, people in the world of martial arts come together to attack directly. No one would play a one-on-one fight with you.

The middle-aged man who spoke first shouted, "If you want to leave, stay here!"

This man is called Tian Qi, and he is also a well-known innate master in the martial arts world and has considerable prestige.

As he finished speaking, figures appeared from all over the yard. They were all dressed in black and holding crossbows. They launched a torrential downpour of arrows at Ah Fei.

The crossbow is the weapon that warriors fear the most. It has too strong penetrating power. Even if a congenital warrior has true qi to protect his body, he will not be able to withstand the overwhelming rain of arrows for long.

Ah Fei's sword is very fast and his sword intent is extremely sharp. If it is a one-on-one duel, there is a high probability that an ordinary innate master will be killed instantly by one move.

However, his swordsmanship also has flaws. It is fast enough, but there are not many variations in his sword moves. This also means that his ability in single combat is very strong, but he will have a hard time facing group attacks.

If Song Xuan faced this wave of rain of arrows, he only needed to draw his sword, and this sword would evolve into hundreds of changes, which could easily block all the incoming arrows.

But Ah Fei had to strike out with more than ten swords before he finally cut down the crossbow arrow in front of him, which consumed a lot of his true energy.

"kill!"

Upon seeing this, several innate warriors immediately flew up and launched an attack. They wanted to kill you while you were sick, so if they didn't take action now, when would they?

But facing the siege of the crowd, Ah Fei's face was extremely calm and indifferent. The long sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, and the dazzling cold light cut through the sky. He didn't care about the other people at all, and stabbed directly at Tian Qi who had spoken before.

The sword light came too suddenly and too fiercely, and it appeared before his eyes like a flash of thunder. Tian Qi only felt a flash before his eyes, and his throat was pierced by the sword.

“Uh…uh…”

He covered his throat in disbelief, his eyes revealing the fear of death. He roared unwillingly and then fell to the ground and died.

His death created a gap in the original siege. Ah Fei seized the opportunity, flew up, and was about to take the opportunity to leave.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened again. The door of the woodshed collapsed, and among the debris, an old monk appeared at the door.

"Amitabha, you want to leave like this after killing someone?"

Ah Fei, who had been expressionless all the time, finally changed his expression the moment he saw the old monk, and stared at him with some fear.

"I only came here to save people. They want to kill me, so why can't I kill them?"

The old monk was the one who led the team from Shaolin and was going to take Li Xunhuan back to Shaolin Temple as Master Xinmei.

This person is extremely prestigious in the martial arts world, and his martial arts skills are extraordinary. Even a swordsman like Ah Fei, who is best at killing with one sword, dare not slack off when facing this person.

"Amitabha, benefactor, why are you so stubborn and insist on teaming up with the Plum Blossom Bandits? Listen to my advice and put down your butcher knife... Ah... who threw a watermelon rind at me?!"

Ah Fei was very powerful, and Master Xinmei wanted to persuade him to lay down his butcher knife and convert to Buddhism, but before he could finish his words, a piece of watermelon peel hit his forehead.

This made Master Xinmei feel angry and horrified.

What kind of watermelon rind could hit him on the head before he could even react?

If the other party was a ruthless person and used a hidden weapon instead of a watermelon peel, wouldn't he be in great danger today?

Chapter 122 So, big monk, you don’t give me face?

Master Xinmei held the watermelon rind in his hand and looked around coldly.

"You have the guts to throw watermelon rinds at people, but you don't have the guts to show up?"

At this moment, laughter suddenly came from an attic in the distance.

"Hey, sorry, my hand just slipped!"

Song Qian's figure flashed through the night like a ghost, and suddenly appeared on the battlefield, looking at Master Xinmei with a smile.

At this moment, Song Qian was not wearing a hat. Her stunning face looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. Even a monk like Xinmei was a little dazed when she saw her.

"Amitabha, does this female donor have any opinions about this poor monk?"

"no!"

Victoria Song shook her head and pointed at a thin, somewhat wretched-looking man beside her. She said, "I was going to hit him, but the master's bald head was too bright and immediately attracted the target."

Master Xinmei's cheeks twitched. Although he knew the woman in front of him was talking nonsense, he still didn't attack immediately. Instead, he said in a kind manner, "May I ask, female donor, what is your grudge against donor Zhao Zhengyi?"

A woman of breathtaking beauty, and seemingly extremely powerful. He didn't even need to guess who this woman was, as she must be from a very important background, perhaps the contemporary heir of some martial arts holy land.

Even a high-ranking official of Shaolin Temple like Master Xinmei would not dare to easily provoke an enemy for Shaolin regarding such a beautiful woman with great strength and unknown origin.

The combination of beauty and strength is a sure kill in the martial arts world, making her the most difficult to provoke.

Don’t ask, the only thing you know is that there are too many bootlickers.

Even a beauty like Lin Xian'er, who is not born with talent, is surrounded by a bunch of masters, not to mention that Song Qian is younger and more powerful. It would be strange if she had no followers.

"His name is Zhao Zhengyi?"

Victoria Song pointed at the skinny man and said with a smile, "He looked sharp-nosed and monkey-faced, and he didn't look like a good person. I happened to have some watermelon rind in my hand, so I threw it at him."

He has a pointed face and monkey cheeks, doesn't he look like a good person?

Zhao Zhengyi's cheeks trembled, and he looked a little embarrassed, even with a hint of anger on his face.

You can insult my strength, but you cannot insult my appearance. My name is Justice, and I am upright. If this saying about me being a man of sharp chin and monkey cheeks gets out in the martial arts world, how can I survive in the future?