Chapter 495: I'll beat you if I want to beat you, and you're still picking a time?

The sky was gradually darkening.

The alley was remote, with no passersby.

The down-and-out scholar gave Huang Longshi a sound thrashing, every blow landing solidly on flesh, and no one came to intervene.

An old man with an empty sleeve crouched on the top of the wall.

He had a burly build, extremely long eyebrows, and a snow-white braid; he watched this scene with a grin, rubbing his gums in amusement.

"Huang Longshi, oh Huang Longshi, so you have a day like this too."

The Eating Sword Ancestor let out a cackling laugh and slapped his thigh hard: "No, that's not right, he was beaten like this in Xiangfan City before, and today he's getting another good beating; he has truly met his nemesis."

The one-armed old man turned his head to look at the bewildered Wen Hua beside him and nodded with satisfaction: "This kid can be considered half a disciple of mine; his temperament and disposition are to my liking. I'll train him well in the future; I can't let that fellow Huang Longshi ruin him."

This old man with eyebrows as long as willow branches was the Sword Emperor of Western Shu, the master of Huang Sanjia, and the Eating Sword Ancestor, Sui Xiegu. Sometimes he would make deals with Huang Longshi, and the latter would be responsible for providing him with a good sword to swallow.

Although Huang Longshi could enter the Confucian Sage Realm at any time, he was not a swordsman; how could he have created those two stunning, peerless sword moves? Behind those two moves was precisely this Eating Sword Ancestor.

By this calculation, Wen Hua was indeed half his disciple.

"Cuihua, my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they?"

In another room in the courtyard.

A man carrying a sword watched Huang Longshi, who was being repeatedly pummeled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Beside him, a woman with plain clothing and a similarly bland appearance and temperament reached out and pinched the sword-carrying man's waist.

"Hiss~" The sword-carrying man felt the pain, turned to look at the woman beside him, and couldn't help but glare: "Cuihua, what are you doing?"

"Proving whether or not you are dreaming," the woman called Cuihua said coldly.

This man and woman were none other than the contemporary Wu Family Sword Crown, Wu Liuding, and his maid, Cuihua.

This courtyard was actually rented by this master and servant. Wen Busheng's purse was empty, and after his first battle upon entering the capital, he met the maid Cuihua; they didn't know each other before, but he simply latched onto this pair of master and servant.

Fortunately, although Wen Hua was a bit of a scoundrel, his temperament and nature were quite good, full of the flavor of human life, and they got along quite well.

Wu Liuding and his servant had once had dealings with Huang Longshi, so they naturally recognized this old thing.

Now, seeing Huang Longshi, who was famous throughout the world for his "Three-Inch Tongue Killed Three Million," beaten into such a state, they couldn't help but have their pupils dilate in shock.

"Could it be that this old thing only knows how to scheme, and his cultivation is actually quite poor?"

The contemporary Wu Family Sword Crown, Wu Liuding, rolled up his sleeves, looking full of interest, and was about to rush into the courtyard: "I've long since been unable to stand this old thing. Today I'll go beat him up too, and incidentally vent some anger for that kid Wen Hua."

The maid Cuihua didn't stop him, and Wu Liuding had already rushed into the courtyard.

"Murong Tonghuang!

"

Just at this moment, a sharp shout like a thunderclap in a clear sky rang out.

At the same time, that vast aura unique to a scholar erupted explosively, sweeping out in all directions like a burst dam. Even Wen Hua and Chen Yu, who were standing in the courtyard, could not help but retreat repeatedly, their faces showing surprise, feeling as if they were placed in the middle of a vast ocean, the waves raging like anger, rising dozens or hundreds of feet high, ready to capsize them at any moment.

Wu Liuding hurriedly retreated back into the room, and noticing Cuihua's piercing gaze, he chuckled: "Just a joke, how could I, Wu Liuding, the dignified Wu Family Sword Crown and a top expert of the younger generation, lay a hand on an old man? I still know how to respect the old and cherish the young."

"Why are you calling this master!?" The down-and-out scholar snorted coldly, then patted Huang Longshi's face: "No, that's not right, I am now the down-and-out scholar Yu Liancheng. Listen clearly, Yu Liancheng. A flawless piece of jade, worth a whole city; don't call it wrong again."

"Murong Tonghuang, this old man has no grudge or enmity with you..." Under Yu Liancheng's violent beating, Huang Longshi felt as if his bones were falling apart; his clothes were torn, he was covered in wounds, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He no longer had his usual extraordinary bearing of being able to strategize and hold all living things in the world in his grasp; he was in a wretched state.

"I'll beat you if I want to beat you, and you're still picking a time?" The down-and-out scholar sneered: "I told you not to do things to the extreme, but you insisted. And don't think I don't know that Wang Laoguai was staying perfectly fine in Wudi City, but now he has run to Taian City; it was you, this old fellow, who instigated it."

"But I don't care. Do you understand that it's lonely at the top? Only by having an opponent can I avoid feeling cold. But since you schemed against me, you naturally have to take a beating. Alright, I respect the old and cherish the young, so I'll only hit you one last time."

Yu Liancheng picked up Huang Longshi and tossed him into the air.

Huang Longshi lost Yu Liancheng's suppression and wanted to fly away, but he felt his entire body's energy had been scattered, and he couldn't condense even a shred of it.

The next moment.

A fist had already slammed toward his left cheek.

Bang!

The fist made solid contact with his left cheek, his left cheek quickly twisted and deformed, and several teeth along with blood flew out.

Then Huang Longshi flew out.

Yu Liancheng used a clever force in this punch, so he flew out diagonally. He didn't hit any buildings, flying toward the sky, turning into a shooting star, and gradually disappearing from view.

"I will definitely be back." Yu Liancheng looked at Huang Longshi from afar and added a line of dialogue for him.

He turned back toward the courtyard and said to Li Baishi with a look of deep affection: "Baishi, that old man has already been beaten away by me; no one can hinder us anymore. Lovers will eventually be united; will you come with me?"

Having said that, he reached out his hand.

His eyes became even more affectionate.

Li Baishi was between laughter and tears, and could only extend her slender hand to rest on the down-and-out scholar's hand.

She naturally knew Murong Tonghuang's identity; how could she dare to resist him? Didn't she see that even the Ancestor had been blasted away?

"Little brother, I saw the sword duel this morning; Old Man Huang passed my sword manual to you. But I think highly of you, so I won't ask for the sword manual back."

The down-and-out scholar patted Wen Hua on the shoulder.

Wen Hua looked dazed; ever since the down-and-out scholar broke into the courtyard, everything had changed too fast, to the point that he still hadn't come to his senses.

Suddenly, his body felt light, and he was picked up by Murong Tonghuang and tossed aside casually.

"I have a servant who also studies the sword; from now on, you will take him as your master."

As the words fell, Wen Hua was already gripped by a large hand.

He turned his head and saw a one-armed old man with eyebrows as long as willow branches.

The Eating Sword Ancestor pinched Wen Hua a few times, nodded, and praised him.

"Although your foundation is a bit poor, it's fortunate that your temperament suits my disposition. Kid, what are you staring at? Why don't you kneel down quickly and perform the apprenticeship ceremony for me? Also, don't listen to that fellow Murong Tonghuang's nonsense; your two sword moves were created by me in the first place, and I am not any servant of his."

Wen Hua scratched his head.

Turning his head, Murong Tonghuang had already left with Li Baishi, and they were long gone.