Chapter 68: Stealing the name of the Son of Heaven, doing the deeds of a lone man, this is called the

More than half a year later.

Not far from the Peach Courtyard small building, the small building full of flowers was very lively. One could see Hua Manlou being welcomed away by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with the etiquette of a guest of honor.

Not long after he left, a red-clothed youth walked slowly out of the Peach Courtyard small building.

A few days later.

Hua Manlou arrived outside the Peach Courtyard small building with a man who looked unrestrained and had lively, flying eyes.

"Although I have heard you talk about your youngest brother Hua Manxin, who is never known to outsiders, what help do you think he can provide us?"

"If I remember correctly, he is only sixteen years old, and the people we might have to deal with are either sect leaders who are famous throughout the world, or existences who came out empty-handed to roam the world and became the richest people in the world."

The man, who was Lu Xiaofeng, said:

"If you ask me, it would be best to find Ximen Chuixue. I have a way of burning down Wanmei Villa, which will definitely force him to help."

Hua Manlou said sincerely:

"You trust most what your ears hear, but actually, I rely mostly on my own wonderful and mysterious feelings. As for my little brother, when I am by his side, I always have an inexplicable sense of peace."

"Peaceful to the point that even if I face the collapse of mountains and the earth, or a tsunami, I can still feel that I am safe and sound."

"So, he has martial arts that reach the sky?" Lu Xiaofeng looked surprised.

"I don't know." Hua Manlou shook his head.

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng was extremely surprised:

"He didn't grow up in front of you since he was young? You should know exactly how high his martial arts are!"

"He has always preferred lying down to sitting, and sitting to standing. As for martial arts, he pays even less attention to them." Hua Manlou recalled:

"Over the years, besides sleeping under the peach tree, his greatest hobby has been to make comments on the side while I practice martial arts, like someone watching street performers, clapping and cheering when he sees something he likes."

Lu Xiaofeng, upon hearing this, said quietly:

"I am not drinking right now, and my memory is very good. Isn't your youngest brother congenitally blind? How can he comment and clap and cheer?"

"Yes, how can a person who cannot see instantly point out the deficiencies in my practice and immediately see the exquisiteness of my moves?"

Hua Manlou also said in a quiet tone:

"That year, he was only ten years old."

Lu Xiaofeng's expression froze:

"I suddenly feel that your family has hidden a top-five martial arts expert in the world."

After saying this, he walked into the Peach Courtyard small building first.

"What, your Eighth Young Master went out several days ago!"

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng heard the words of the Peach Courtyard servant, he couldn't help but look at Hua Manlou and say:

"It seems your youngest brother calculated that you would come to find him."

Hua Manlou nodded with a smile:

"It is his temperament. If he encounters any injustice or trivial matter, his first reaction is to take a detour."

"It seems he is also a strange person." Lu Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow.

Hua Manlou gave an objective evaluation:

"Still not as strange as you, encountering all kinds of troublesome things in the world."

"Sigh, I still have to go to Wanmei Villa, and I don't know how he will toss me about." Lu Xiaofeng sighed long.

Mount Emei had layered peaks, majestic mountains, beautiful scenery, and a thousand changes in weather. It had the wonderful metaphor of having four seasons in one mountain and different weather every ten miles.

On this day, a red-clothed youth climbed the mountain slowly. Just as he reached the halfway point, he met an old man in Daoist robes with a tall figure and a serious, determined look.

The long sword at his waist was thicker than an ordinary sword, and the blade was particularly long and wide. The brass sword guard was polished very brightly, but the scabbard was already very old, with a small Eight Trigrams embedded on it. It was the mark of the Emei sect leader's sword.

Behind him followed four beautiful women in purple clothes, each with a slender waist and long legs, and a graceful figure.

As soon as the leading old man in Daoist robes saw the white-haired, red-clothed youth walking toward him, his expression was stunned for a moment, but he immediately became vigilant.

Blind, yet able to walk on the steep mountain road as if on flat ground, his breath was almost non-existent. He actually only noticed the person after seeing him with his own eyes, which showed how dangerous the red-clothed youth in front of him was.

"Coming early is not as good as coming coincidentally. Is the Daoist the Emei sect leader Dugu?"

"Exactly," Dugu Yihe said sternly.

"Then the ones following behind must be the Emei Four Beauties." The red-clothed youth nodded:

"Each one is as beautiful as a flower; they can be called the Four Beauties."

This behavior of the red-clothed youth really made people feel that he didn't look much like a blind person. Ma Xiuzhen, the head of the Four Beauties, shouted sternly:

"Who are you, daring to come to Emei to play the ghost?"

"That's not right. There is actually someone among the Four Beauties whose name does not match reality." Zhuang Buran tilted his head, puzzled:

"Three of you have locked brows and straight waists, thin necks and straight backs, obviously keeping yourselves pure. Why is there one whose brows and eyes are already open, and whose charm is very moving?"

Ye Xiuzhu, the third of the Four Beauties, who was usually the most shy and introverted, had a change in expression, her pupils shrinking as she looked at the red-clothed youth.

And Shi Xiuxue, the youngest of the Four Beauties, who looked the most quiet, drew the long sword from her waist:

"Lecher, you have already blinded a pair of eyes, yet you still dare to babble here."

The red-clothed youth ignored her and looked at Dugu Yihe with a smile:

"Could it be that the older a person gets, the softer their heart becomes? Or is it that the older they get, the more blind and deaf they are, unable to see the people close to them even better than a blind person like me?"

"Can't you see that one of them has a heart that is no longer on Mount Emei?"

He paused and shook his head:

"I still feel that Sect Leader Dugu's heart has softened. The strictness and solemnity usually displayed are all fake. Otherwise, why are the female disciples you raised mostly unfilial disciples who forget their mentor once they have a sweetheart?"

Dugu Yihe frowned tightly. From the moment he saw this red-clothed youth, he had been observing him carefully, only to find that this child was full of flaws from head to toe, like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts at all.

"Little lay Buddhist, why have you come?"

"My surname is Zhuang. In my life, I like killing experts the most, just because I feel that the more powerful they are, the more qualified they are to die at my hands."

The red-clothed youth said lazily:

"I heard that among the sect leaders of the seven great sword sects today, Emei Sect Leader Dugu's martial arts are the most terrifying."

"Because besides practicing Emei swordplay to perfection, he himself has several very evil and domineering martial arts."

"Zhuang is delighted to see a hunter, so I came to Emei to pay a visit."

The Emei Four Beauties had always regarded their mentor as the number one expert in the world, and they were used to new martial arts talents coming up the mountain to provoke trouble in order to make a great name for themselves.

Therefore, Sun Xiuqing, the second of the Four Beauties, brought a trace of mockery:

"So it's another ignorant greenhorn who doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

The red-clothed youth's gaze did not change, and he said lazily:

"Sect Leader Dugu, you shouldn't let Zhuang down."

Dugu Yihe's expression was solemn:

"You shouldn't be disappointed. If you have the martial arts to kill me, you will definitely become famous throughout the world."

Upon hearing this, the red-clothed youth curled his lip:

"Zhuang fears trouble the most and doesn't like to be famous. I changed my mind. If you can satisfy me, I will only cripple you and not kill you. Remember... keep it a secret."

"What an arrogant and conceited junior."

Dugu Yihe reached out and gripped the sword hilt tightly, word by word:

"If you can really cripple me, why would I begrudge keeping it a secret?"

"Interesting. Zhuang is a blind person, accustomed to using stillness to control movement. Please." The red-clothed youth stood with his hands behind his back, with the bearing of a grandmaster.

With a "Clang," the broadsword was drawn.

Dugu Yihe appeared instantly before the youth in red, his sword striking out in a continuous chain, the swordplay seemingly carrying the unyielding, sweeping force of a blade.

But the red-clothed youth was like a willow catkin in the wind. Facing the peerless martial arts that integrated the domineering strength of broadsword techniques into the spiritual and clear Emei swordplay, he always anticipated the enemy's moves and dodged them by coincidence.

Seeing this, Dugu Yihe's energy became even more domineering. Using the principle of combining hardness and softness, and the mutual transformation of yin and yang, he combined the domineering nature of broadsword techniques with the clarity of swordplay, and his moves were continuous like a bursting river.

One could see the sword blade turning into broadsword moves, and the sword edge acting as broadsword momentum; it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a sword or a broadsword.

For a time, the broadsword momentum was like a tiger crouching, and the sword shadow was like a dragon soaring, forming an endless web of blades.

The red-clothed youth dodged thirty-seven moves in a row, and during this time, he said indifferently:

"Zhuang can know the intrinsic essence of all things in the world, not be blinded by complex appearances, and can listen to the sounds of mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, perceiving the subtle changes of all things in the world, so I took the opportunity to create a set of martial arts."

"This technique can see through the opponent's energy and glimpse the changes of the three talents."

He suddenly slapped out a palm, actually striking directly at Dugu Yihe's Dantian Qi Sea, causing him to fly horizontally and smash heavily to the ground.

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"Stealing the name of the Son of Heaven, doing the deeds of a lone man, this is called the 'Son of Heaven Qi Observation Art'!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 69 =====