Chapter 24: The Cangming Sea is vast

Huang Yaoshi looked at the green-robed youth's perverse and arrogant side, and then thought of the martial arts this child displayed. The little suspicion left in his heart disappeared for no reason, and he couldn't help but be silent:

"When you exclude all impossibilities, the remaining one, no matter how unbelievable, will be the truth."

"It is only people like me who would even look down on themselves."

At this moment, the crowd forced to retreat to the corner, having watched from beginning to end, although shocked that the green-robed youth's martial arts could suppress the Eastern Heretic, more importantly, they clearly figured out the origin of some things.

At the same time, they couldn't believe that this child was actually Huang Yaoshi when he was young. Such a fantasy thing, for most people, was an absurdity that no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't believe.

"Stepping on Eight Trigrams, punching Five Elements, although it has the shadow of my 'Five Elements Fist', it jumps out of the cage and becomes a family itself. The power of the fist technique is even greater than the 'Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms' and 'One Finger Art' you used."

"You indeed have the ability to be rampant and rebellious, but you also have no qualification to criticize me."

Huang Yaoshi suddenly opened his mouth:

"Besides practicing martial arts, I learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, and strange gates, just because I am happy."

"The so-called fame of a hundred years, the hegemony of a thousand autumns, and the reputation of ten thousand years, compared to spending a lifetime in the way you like, are indeed nothing." Zhuang Buran said lightly:

"But you can't beat me, which can be said to be a waste of decades of time."

"The winner has not been truly decided yet. You wouldn't really think you won." Huang Yaoshi said sternly.

Zhuang Buran raised his eyebrows:

"You can deceive me, but don't deceive yourself."

Huang Yaoshi's face froze, silent for a long time, and said:

"Have the ability to compare with me in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, and strange gates."

"You can't beat me, so as a defeated general, why talk about fighting again?"

"Just talk about playing chess, I will give you ten pieces, and it won't take long for you to admit defeat."

"You can't beat me."

"You only know this sentence?" Huang Yaoshi laughed angrily.

"Just let you recognize the facts." Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"Not to mention that Zhuang is still in the age of vigorous progress in internal strength, the martial arts I created have become more perfect during this period of time after obtaining several martial arts unique skills."

"I fear that it won't be long before I will be extremely lonely and melancholy, not knowing who in the world can fight."

"Hmph, arrogant, wait until the day you are truly invincible in the world to say these words." Huang Rong walked out from the corner.

Zhuang Buran seemed not to hear, his eyes seemed to show a trace of light, saying:

"Just now you said my fist technique is a family itself, you are truly worthy of being a barely passable martial arts grandmaster."

"This fist technique I call Cangming, taking the meaning of the vast sea and sky, turning the rise and fall of the tide into fist momentum, firm and soft forces flowing with breathing, endless like the moon pulling the tide, complementing the superior internal energy Nine Abysses I created."

Huang Yaoshi heard this, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded in his heart, deeply feeling that the young self was too annoying, but he couldn't help but recall the situation of the previous duel, nodding:

"It seems to be taking the unfathomable depth of the nine layers of the sea abyss, listening to the tide and distinguishing the force in the silence, quiet like an abyss, moving like a tsunami."

"Good insight, worthy of being me, with good comprehension, able to hear the string song and know the elegance." Zhuang Buran said slowly:

"This fist technique is divided into thirteen moves, each with various changes, but the power depends entirely on the practitioner themselves."

"Just now you were attacking hard, I suppose you didn't pay attention, but now I will let you see it clearly."

"This move 'Tidal Moon Eighteen Falls', borrowing the roundness and deficiency of the moon to evolve eighteen styles of wrestling, is exactly the fierce destruction when the tide rises, and the soft force to melt bones when the tide recedes, secretly matching the birth and death of Taiyin."

After speaking, the green-robed youth swept to Mei Chaofeng's side silently in an instant. Before she could realize it, the soft force hit her shoulder, instantly dissolving her internal strength, and then grabbed her collar and threw her out.

Mei Chaofeng was thrown toward the solid wall by a violent and unparalleled force. Just as she was about to break her bones and die, Huang Yaoshi appeared in time, trying his best to unload the force, only then saving her life.

"Hehe, using human skin as paper, it is a very good idea."

Everyone heard a playful voice and couldn't help looking over, only to see the green-robed youth playing with a dagger wrapped in human skin.

"Thank you, master, for saving my life." When Mei Chaofeng was thanking him sincerely, after hearing this sentence, she realized that something was missing from her arms and said hurriedly:

"Master, the human skin outside the dagger is written with the scriptures of the 'Nine Yin Manual'. This is master's thing. I wanted to return it to master when I saw him again."

"Chaofeng, you have done great evil. Although you have suffered a lot, how can I let you die so simply."

Huang Yaoshi patted Mei Chaofeng a few times, threw her aside, and then looked at the green-robed youth:

"I knew you wouldn't demonstrate any fist technique for no reason."

"It is truly only oneself who understands oneself." Zhuang Buran put the dagger into his sleeve and chanted:

"This is called 'Angry Sea Green Silk Style'."

In an instant, the green-robed youth's fists came out together, one with fist force as violent as a dragon's anger, and one as soft as thin gauze rolling when the water waves are softest.

Huang Yaoshi's figure swayed, absorbing the previous lesson, no longer taking the hard-hitting approach, but saw his offensive firm and soft forces flowing, when firm, tearing silk and breaking jade, when soft, binding ten thousand pounds.

He used 'Falling Flower Sword Palm' to deal with it with sharp palm techniques between virtual and real.

"Hahaha, although Zhuang doesn't like complex and fantastic moves, there is also a move in the fist technique called 'Mirage Thousand Illusions Style'."

As soon as the voice fell, a mirage-like virtual and real change appeared in the field, and the green-robed youth's fist shadows were like fog and illusion.

But Huang Yaoshi, who was trapped in the fist shadows, could clearly perceive the firm force hidden in the soft light and phantom. When it was difficult to distinguish between true and false, it would strike his vital points.

In a few breaths, Zhuang Buran's eyes had a trace of a smile, seeing that Huang Yaoshi practiced a martial arts path with many more virtual moves than real ones, so he was exceptionally calm and composed when facing this move, and even quickly noticed the gaps in the fist force.

But just as he was about to counterattack, a sentence hidden in the leisure and deep dominance entered his ears:

"Dragon Palace silk gauze is soft enough to wrap around fingers, and the collapse of mountains and mountains between bindings takes the meaning of softness becoming firmness, like deep-sea undercurrents crushing reefs, this is called 'Dragon Palace Silk Mountain Style'."

Huang Yaoshi's expression froze, feeling that the soft and firm fist force was like a huge undercurrent under the East Sea, and he immediately used all his internal strength.

"Bang!"

Both retreated seven or eight steps, and the green-robed youth retreated one step less than Huang Yaoshi.

"Zhuang just likes martial arts. Don't force me. After I finish studying the lower volume of the 'Nine Yin Manual', I will naturally go to Peach Blossom Island. No matter what, that can be considered a home of mine."

Zhuang Buran's voice was light and slow:

"If you keep chasing, your precious daughter and abandoned disciples will be in trouble."

"Are you threatening me?" Huang Yaoshi's face was cold.

"Consider it a friendly warning." Zhuang Buran shook his head: "After all, Zhuang is afraid of himself when he goes crazy."

Suddenly, he lifted Qiu Qianzhang on the side and soared up, his figure disappearing in an instant, leaving only one sentence:

"See you on Peach Blossom Island. If you meet the Western Poison, remember to pass on a sentence: his only descendant, I killed. If he wants to report revenge, he must be prepared for the whole family to be wiped out."

Huang Rong heard this, and her pretty face showed a trace of strangeness:

"Father, when you were young, were you too unscrupulous?"

Huang Yaoshi: "..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 25 =====