Chapter 58: This Is Huashan

Between a pile of rubble on the south side, more than a dozen people were gathering together to summarize the results of their search today.

The leading man had fine black hair, a delicate figure, was chewing a chocolate croissant in his left hand, and wearing brass knuckles on his right hand.

When the sound of the loudspeaker came over, this person was still chewing a mouthful of bread and looked up blankly.

They often stayed up late these past few days, and even when sleeping in shifts at night, they had to be alert, so everyone's temper had become quite irritable.

A flat-headed man in a black vest nearby said angrily: "Making noise with a broken gong voice in the middle of the night, and calling it a Huashan Sword Debate; anyone with a brain wouldn't fall for it, right?"

The leading man said thoughtfully: "Zhu Heng seems to really think he is the Western Poison; does he have a brain?"

The person the Western Poison was most impressed by in his life, besides his son, should be the Northern Beggar, who was also one of the Five Greats.

That was his true arch-enemy; even after going crazy, he could still remember him deeply, and even died together with him in the end.

Zhu Heng naturally shouldn't care about any Northern Beggar.

But an old madman who was already topsy-turvy and grabbing people everywhere to break their legs to be his son, it's hard to say.

The flat-headed man choked, and then his face was full of shock.

"Wang Jingli, you don't mean to say that this kind of method is really useful, right?"

"If this kind of garbage method is really useful, then we, we these past few days..."

The flat-headed man was so angry that he felt a toothache from the heat, and couldn't help but press his cheek.

Wang Jingli sighed: "Everyone is still stuck in habitual thinking and didn't think to consider it from the perspective of a mental patient this time."

"However, his method is not necessarily effective; most likely he is just trying it out, so we will just wait and see."

The sound of the loudspeaker was still being scattered to the fullest, echoing in all directions.

"Old Poison, didn't you say you wanted to compete with me, Old Beggar, for the title of number one in the world?"

"I have already come, but where are you? You are not here at all."

"Hahahaha, the Old Toad is bragging; it turns out he was afraid of me!!"

Chu Tianshu went to find a beggar's outfit in the afternoon.

But it wasn't what a real beggar looked like in reality; it looked just like the Beggar Sect leader in the TV show, with very thick clothes.

It's just that there were dozens of patches of all sizes on the blue cloth clothes, some dark blue, some brownish-red.

He also practiced for a while, controlling his vocal cords to lean as much as possible towards a rough, hard, and old voice, and let Fang Jun listen and comment.

Although he didn't have full confidence in this plan in his heart, once he started acting and shouted a few times, inspiration actually gushed out like a spring.

The tone became more and more like the martial arts character he was currently playing.

At this very moment, in another unfinished building.

At the base of a load-bearing wall, Kong Wenju sat on the ground, haggard and dull, his legs bent unnaturally, holding a large backpack in his arms.

He felt that he was about to be tortured to death; after his legs were broken, he wasn't even taken for treatment and was just thrown here.

Ever since he was caught by this old madman, he had used all his tricks to try to make the old madman faint, but it didn't have much effect, so he had to switch to using hallucinogenic and misleading poison, following the thread of the other party's unconscious muttering, and disguised himself as the other party's son.

But a madman is a madman; is this the treatment for a son?

Whoever becomes your son is really having the worst luck in eight lifetimes!

Kong Wenju was originally thin, and now his cheeks were sunken, and only the things in his bag could make him feel comfortable and fulfilled.

Suddenly, the old madman's figure circled out from behind a load-bearing pillar nearby.

He was still wearing that blue and white striped hospital gown, sloppy and full of stains.

His eyebrows and beard were very stiff, and after being out of the hospital for more than half a month, his hair had grown to his shoulders, mottled with gray.

"Who, who is calling me?"

The madman looked outside the building.

The unfinished building had no outer walls, and circling to the area outside the load-bearing wall, wind and rain could invade, and looking out from there, the view was also very open.

"This tone, that's right, it's that Old Beggar!!"

The muddled Kong Wenju was awakened by this sound, and only then did he notice that besides the sound of the wind outside the building, there was also a loud shout.

"Huashan Sword Debate, Huashan Sword Debate..."

The old madman frowned, muttering to himself, looking around.

"When did I arrive at Huashan? Is Huashan like this?"

He looked at the wall beside him, reached out and pressed it, exhaled and shouted, glared, and suddenly exerted force.

*Thud!!! *

The reinforced concrete emitted a muffled sound, and the cement block shattered and sank, forming a spider-web-like crack the size of a washbasin.

It could be seen that the steel bars inside were also slightly deformed.

Kong Wenju's heart jumped wildly, and he couldn't help but shrink his body.

That wasn't just a simple cement block; with the reasonable distribution of steel bars, the load-bearing and compressive strength of the entire wall would be greatly improved.

How did this madman seem stronger than a few days ago, while he himself was getting weaker and weaker?

No, if this continues, even the hallucinogenic poison made with all his might will become ineffective against this old madman.

"This, this is indeed Huashan."

Kong Wenju gathered his strength and said, "Uncle, among the Five Sacred Mountains, Huashan belongs to metal; the metal and iron energy is strange, sharp, and steep."

The old madman turned his head to look at him and said with a straight face: "Don't call me Uncle, call me Dad."

Kong Wenju cursed in his heart.

Only a fool would believe you.

When he first pretended to be the other party's son, he did call him Dad, but after calling him a few times, the other party started to change his face, suspecting he was fake.

Instead, calling him Uncle was safer.

"Uncle Dad."

Kong Wenju mumbled a title, fooled it, and said again, "Look at the mountains here, are they all straight and steep?"

"Look at the rocks here again; any rock has iron hidden inside."

"This is precisely the characteristic of Huashan!"

Zhu Heng looked enlightened and looked outside.

Those "mountain peaks" were indeed all steep.

None of them had the slope of ordinary mountain peaks, and they just stood straight on the ground.

On top of some "mountain peaks," there were "thin iron rods" standing, pointing to the long sky.

"No wonder it is said, one cannot recognize the true face of Huashan, only because one is in the mountain."

The old madman changed the poem and said, "So this is Huashan; so I have been in Huashan all along."

"I didn't notice before that the mountain scenery here is so strange."

Kong Wenju was secretly happy.

The people outside were clearly targeting this old madman. As long as this person sent himself to the door, he would crawl out of this building even if he had to crawl; even if he couldn't crawl far, he could confuse passersby.

Even if he took a step back, even if he couldn't even meet a passerby and starved to death here.

That would still be better than staying by the side of a moody madman who could lose control at any time.

Kong Wenju sometimes even had the feeling that the other party was going to swallow him alive, thanks to the fact that he thought he was his son, which suppressed that terrible intention.

If the hallucinogenic poison failed, Kong Wenju couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would suffer.

"Huashan Sword Debate..."

Zhu Heng looked at the moonlight outside, his expression full of yearning, muttering to himself, the whole person like a quiet and incomplete beast.

"This time, I'm not going."

Kong Wenju heard this, and a trace of joy froze at the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Heng seemed to have made a great decision, turned around, and looked at his child gently.

"Child, I'm not going; you should be very happy this time, right?"

He sighed long, "In the past, the martial arts world of the business world was sinister, bulldozers pushing walls, burying people in cement, fighting dozens of Southeast Asian killers at the dock at night, fighting for his life with Nanyang sorcerers."

"It was not easy to achieve success, and then in order to compete for the throne of the Five Greats and obtain the treasure of the Nine Yin Treasury, I continued to kill."

"Actually, money is a bastard; I was enslaved by money, and when I looked back, I realized that my money was already enough, but because of greed, I lost so much."

As Zhu Heng spoke, he had already walked close, squatted down, and seemed to reach out to touch his son's head.

Kong Wenju didn't want to know which memories the madman had messed up in his brain to justify the treasure of the Nine Yin Treasury.

He just wanted this madman to stay away from him.

"Uncle!"

Kong Wenju tried his best to exhale the invisible and colorless hallucinogenic poison towards the person in front of him.

"Uncle is the world's top hero; I have always believed that you are better than that Old Beggar!"

"There is no need for Uncle to wrong himself for me; I just want to hear the news of your victory, and I will be here, waiting for Uncle to return in great victory!"

Zhu Heng breathed in the colorless poison, and what he saw in his eyes was entirely the face of a young man.

That somewhat naive look, becoming a general manager by relying on his family background, really thinking that doing business was just doing business.

"You want me to go, you support me?"

The old madman was greatly moved and stood up.

"Good, good, then I will win for you to see."

Zhu Heng turned his head and looked at those unfinished buildings again.

The same scene, the incomplete building.

This time, it aroused his urgent desire to win, his chest heaving, his lungs expanding and contracting, and what flowed in his blood seemed to be rolling thick smoke.

"My child, wait here, I will definitely return in great victory!"

The old madman jumped down from the height of the third floor, his feet hitting the ground with a muffled sound, wrapped in dust, and ran away wildly.

Since ancient times, there has been only one road to Huashan.

The roads walked and the karma accumulated have no chance to regret and start over.

This is Huashan!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 59 =====