Chapter 69: The red-clothed youth holds an umbrella and treads on the void into the water pavilion

"Master!"

The Emei Four Beauties showed an expression of disbelief, as if they had seen the blue sky collapse, and ran forward anxiously.

Immediately, Dugu Yihe stood up slowly with the support of two women. He signaled the other two women who were still holding swords to stand guard to retreat, then looked at the red-clothed youth with a bloodless face:

"What is your name?"

"Surname Zhuang, given name Buran."

"Good martial arts, good name!"

Dugu Yihe had been proud and strong all his life, but now his spirit was gone. He said with the appearance of admitting defeat:

"Every time I made a move earlier, you saw through my energy, thereby predicting the flaws and weaknesses between the moves, thus easily dodging them. Later, you used this to plan ahead, just waiting for me to hit it voluntarily, falling into the trap."

The red-clothed youth said lazily:

"Sect Leader Dugu's 'Blade and Sword Double Kill Forty-Nine Forms' is indeed extraordinary."

"Zhuang is usually a person who keeps his word. For example, if I say I will kill someone's whole family, I kill their whole family; if I say I will exterminate a sect, I exterminate the whole sect."

As he turned and walked away, he dropped a sentence lightly:

"Sect Leader Dugu, you are very lucky. Considering the principle of combining hardness and softness, and the mutual transformation of yin and yang in your martial arts, it made me slightly brightened."

Zhuang Buran's tone paused slightly, and words with hidden laughter reached the ears of Dugu Yihe and the others.

"Congratulations, you have won your own life."

Looking at the back of the red-clothed youth leaving, Ma Xiuzhen couldn't help but say:

"Master, are we just going to let him go like this?"

At this time, Dugu Yihe could no longer hold on, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he said with difficulty:

"My Dantian Qi Sea has been broken, and my martial arts are less than one in ten."

Once these words were spoken, the four women's pupils shook, their faces full of shock. The master they regarded as the number one in the world was not only defeated by someone in one move but also had his martial arts crippled.

This was what kind of fantasy; even they knew that crippling a top expert without killing them was a task as difficult as ascending to heaven, inconceivable.

Thinking of this, the four women instantly lost the thought of inciting their mentor to gather the major elders and elites of the sect to make the thief pay the price.

They immediately obediently listened to his instructions and returned to the mountain gate station to heal their wounds.

That night.

A red-clothed youth, holding a white umbrella, drifted down from the sky, his clothes and hair flowing, as if he were an immortal from the lower world.

He landed quietly in the Zhuguang Baoqi Ge, which was the most prosperous in Guanzhong.

One could see the lotus pond on all four sides of the pavilion, as clear as a mirror. The railings of the nine-turn bridge were bright red, and the pearl-gauze windows were propped up high, the wind carrying the fragrance of newly opened lotus leaves.

And there were not many lamps in the water pavilion, but it was as bright as day, just because bright pearls were hung on all four walls.

Besides the young servant pouring wine and the green-clothed house slave sending dishes from time to time, there were three men of different ages sitting in the pavilion.

One was the chief escort of the Guanzhong United Escort Agency, Yunli Shenlong Ma Xingkong. He seemed to be caught off guard, and a remnant of flattery and fawning remained on his face.

Sitting opposite was a young man under thirty. Just sitting there gave people a very confident and proud temperament; it was Huo Tianqing.

And in the main seat was an old man who was white, fat, and gave people a feeling of harmony and wealth. His skin was delicate, like a child's face, plus a particularly large eagle-hook nose, which made people unclear about his age.

"This young master, what is the meaning of coming uninvited?" The old man, who was the owner of Zhuguang Baoqi Ge, Yan Tieshan, stood up and asked.

"Zhuang likes killing experts the most. I heard that the martial arts wonder Tianqin Laoren gave birth to a son at the age of seventy-seven, named Huo Tianqing. As soon as he was born, he became the junior brother of the martial arts masters Shangshan Erlao, the junior uncle of the Guanzhong hero Shanxi Yan, and the only successor of the Tianqin Sect."

Zhuang Buran stood sideways and opened his mouth slowly and unhurriedly:

"I would like to see the unique skills that Tianqin Laoren used to roam the martial arts world from him."

Huo Tianqing looked carefully at the red-clothed youth who came holding an umbrella and treading on the void, and said:

"Are you blind?"

"I don't know if Zhuang is blind, or if you are blind. Isn't this obvious?"

Just as Zhuang Buran finished speaking, Yan Tieshan frowned, bringing some local accent:

"This place is my Zhuguang Baoqi Ge, and Chief Huo is my person. Where did you get the guts to shamelessly want to kill my person?"

As soon as the words fell, five people flew into the window immediately. They each held sharp blades, which were the Wugou Sword, Yanling Blade, Lianzi Spear, Jizhua Sickle, and Three-Section Bintie Staff.

"All are top-notch experts. No wonder the Zhuguang Baoqi Ge has always been prosperous."

The red-clothed youth held an umbrella and smiled happily:

"Before the main course is served, you must serve a few side dishes. Zhuang knows this principle well."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The bodies of the five people stiffened, and they fell straight to the ground, only to see that at some point, a wound that kept seeping blood appeared on their necks.

Five white butterflies flying gracefully landed on the edge of the white umbrella. After they landed, one could see that their wings were permeated with strands of fresh blood.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xingkong had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead and hurriedly rushed to say: "Young Master, I was just invited to drink."

"Your body is ailing, you have suffered severe internal injuries, and your martial arts are only half left. No wonder you have such a fawning posture."

"Living like this is too hard. Zhuang hates seeing this kind of thing the most."

The red-clothed youth sighed lightly, and Ma Xingkong suddenly fell to the ground and could not get up. It was because one of the paper butterflies on the white umbrella was missing, and a pair of wings of this paper butterfly had already been submerged in his throat.

"Almost forgot, Zhuang is a blind person, so I couldn't see it in the first place."

Everyone in the water pavilion heard this, their faces full of shock, and they couldn't help but twitch their mouths, and two words popped into their hearts at the same time:

"Madman!"

"Boss Yan, Zhuang clearly doesn't want your life, why do you have to go against me?"

Zhuang Buran's voice was light:

"Are you old and confused, like Emei Sect Leader Dugu, both old and blind, unable to see people clearly, and didn't notice that Huo Tianqing is a treacherous and evil person with rebellious bones?"

He shook his head lightly:

"He just took a fancy to the wealth of Zhuguang Baoqi Ge, so he joined your sect!"

Yan Tieshan's eyes twitched, and he forced a smile:

"So that's it. You are now clearing internal troubles for me. I am indeed old, and my eyes have become bad. I didn't notice that a distinguished guest had come to solve my worries."

"Hehe, martial arts are clearly higher than Huo Tianqing's, but the attitude has turned so fast." The red-clothed youth sighed in a low voice:

"The biggest weakness of your martial arts lies in the word 'fear of death'."

"Distinguished guest is joking. Who in the world is not afraid of death? I have accumulated such a large family business; if I die like this, wouldn't it be cheap for others?"

Yan Tieshan opened his mouth with a clang:

"No wonder I always feel that something is wrong recently. It turns out that there is a thief spying behind my back. Please take action, distinguished guest, and there will definitely be a heavy reward afterwards."

"Heard that? Your big boss has already sold you out." The red-clothed youth looked sideways at Huo Tianqing, who had been silent all along.

"Are you an assassin of the Qingyi Building?" Huo Tianqing asked without beginning or end.

"You should want to ask if Zhuang was sent by Huo Xiu." The red-clothed youth faced Huo Tianqing and said:

"Why don't you take me to see Huo Xiu? Wouldn't you know everything?"

He continued with great interest:

"Huo Xiu is the richest in the world, which is just the most superficial thing. Zhuang heard that his 'Childhood Skill' has reached perfection, and he is one of the experts whose martial arts can truly reach the peak in the world today. The feeling of killing him should be much better than yours."

Hearing this, the two couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines. A peerless expert who is like a madman is more terrifying than any simple madman or expert.

"You should first let me see the unique skills of Tianqin Laoren, to see if you are qualified to lead me to see the so-called total leader of the Qingyi Building."

Huo Tianqing did not speak. His figure flashed, and he appeared swiftly in front of the red-clothed youth. Then he twisted his waist to the right, his arms spread out like crane wings, his fingertips drooping like hanging dew, and his body trembled slightly with his breathing, like a crane sleeping on a shallow beach.

The red-clothed youth stood holding an umbrella, with a smile on his face, as if expecting something.

His posture changed suddenly, his arms swung back like a falcon accumulating power, then he lunged forward, his ten fingers clawing at the air, making a harsh sound of tearing silk.

One could see his moves seemingly taking the throat, but in fact, the claw wind covered a range of one zhang around his body. If the enemy retreated, they would be injured by the claw wind; if they advanced, they would have their hearts pierced by the sharp claws.