Chapter 237: Charming Hehuantu

Chapter 237: Charming Hehuantu

Chapter 237: The Picture of the Hundred Charms (One more chapter)
"It seems that Mr. Zhong really has forgotten. Let me remind you... The Lin family is holding a martial arts competition to recruit a bride..."

The pavilion's eaves were covered with raindrops, which fell like beads.

Zhang Yu turned his back to Zhong Zhen, walked into the pavilion and picked up the two food boxes.

"It's you!"

"Zhang...Yu, who won three games in a row?"

Zhong Zhen vaguely remembered.

In the Lin family's martial arts competition to recruit a bride, this man's martial arts skills were not the best, but his appearance was the most eye-catching. After defeating the giant, Lin Kun was quite satisfied. He asked Zhong Zhen about the other party's martial arts foundation and intended to recruit him into the Dragon Scale Society, but he took the silver and left.

Later, although Zhong Zhen was engaged to Miss Lin, he was sent to Jiangnan for a year by Senior Brother Zuo.

When he came back, he heard that in the Pingyang martial arts world, Lin Kun had surrendered, the Dragon Scale Society had been destroyed, the Qingfeng Village had risen strongly, and Miss Lin had disappeared.

At that time, the battle with the Demon Cult was in full swing, so he didn't take it too seriously. After all, it was just a marriage arranged for personal gain, and she was just his fiancée.

When I met Pingyang Prefecture again this year, everything and everyone had changed.

Zhang Yu was standing in the pavilion, with two empty wooden boxes that originally contained wontons placed at his feet, one on the left and one on the right.

"When I was eighteen, I had just entered the martial arts world and couldn't even afford to eat. I saw Mr. Zhong sitting high up in the embroidery tower, giving advice and encouraging the younger generation. I was very envious. But later I heard that... Mr. Zhong personally went to the battlefield, defeated the heroes, and made an engagement with Miss Lin. I felt that people's hearts are no longer the same and the world is unpredictable."

Zhong Zhen's robe was half-drenched by the rain. He was breathing weakly and looked at the young junior with a feeling of dissatisfaction. He really didn't know what kind of fate this person had. In just two or three years, he had learned such a powerful internal skill and could even use the sword technique of Songshan School.

He could hear the sarcasm hidden in the other person's words and asked, "Were you invited by Qingfeng Village? I heard that... Qingfeng Village once had a village chief named Zhang?"

"It's Zhang."

Zhong Zhen was slightly stunned and sighed: "How do you know the Songshan School swordsmanship?"

"Not only the Songshan School, but also the Five Mountains Sword Technique, I know a little bit about it."

All his internal energy was taken away, and his Dantian was destroyed. In terms of martial arts, he was already a dead man. However, since it was a matter concerning the inheritance of the sect's martial arts and the continuation of the heritage, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but feel emotional and sat up.

"Where did you learn this from?"

Zhang Yu didn't respond and was busy with his work.

The food boxes on both sides of Liujin River probably came from the same workshop and have the same style.

There are three layers in total, with a removable partition in the middle, and there is room for two bowls of wontons on each layer.

The partition of the food box was removed from top to bottom.

"This involves a martial arts secret, so I can't tell you."

Zhang Yu threw away the wooden board in his hand, stood up with a smile, and drew out the Ziwei sword.

"Choose one!"

"Forget it, they are all the same, no need to choose."

Zhong Zhen felt creepy when he looked at the two shiny black food boxes.

"you……"

He was about to say something, and just as he opened his mouth, he saw a purple light slashing down swiftly.

A bit sudden!

Blood splattered, the head flew up, and with a "thump", it fell into the food box.

In the Mugai area, the consciousness of the Jiuqu Sword fell into permanent chaos.

A headless corpse lay in the pavilion.

Zhang Yu picked up the Nine-Curve Sword, along with its scabbard, wrapped it with a cloth strip, and hung it around his waist. He put on his bamboo hat again, carried the two wooden boxes, and walked into the rainy night toward the backyard, only to recall two lines of poetry without a beginning or an end.

"I carry a sharp iron sword, and I kill people when I am angry."

……

"Eternal karma is all in killing people."

……

There was no joy or fear. For him, killing had become as simple as drinking water, eating, and sleeping. It just depended on whether it was necessary.

This is Jianghu.

People often believe that they will not be changed by the world, but often they have just become numb to it.

In the small building in the backyard, the night was dark, the wind was blowing and the rain was cold. Le Hou felt a little uneasy.

He lifted the thin quilt and sat up in bed. There was only a lotus oil lamp left on the table. Perhaps the window was not closed tightly, and a cool breeze came in from the gap, causing the wick to sway and the room to be dim.

"Damn it, I'll make sure she's done tomorrow."

In the daytime arena, he finally understood how the nickname of Peach Blossom Divine Axe came from. He had committed dozens of major crimes in the northwest. Children, old women with silver hair, noble ladies in the inner courtyard, and new girls in the embroidered building, all kinds of people were not as lustful as the one aroused by Zhao Xia.

He had never wanted a woman so desperately.

Le Hou looked at the lotus lamp, reached out and scratched his crotch a few times, feeling even more upset.

The raw materials for refining this kind of Baibian lamp oil are not extremely rare, but the process is complicated and not easy to obtain. It is a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation in Longting Taoist Temple.

In fact, it is not a purely evil thing, it helps to improve internal strength and speed up the circulation of the meridians, but it can inevitably arouse evil thoughts and desires.

In the beginning, the senior monks of Longting Temple liked to light a Hundred Whip Lamp when they were meditating, to sharpen their spirit and overcome their inner demons. But who knew that later disciples went astray and used it to practice unorthodox methods.

"Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst."

"Don't ask others for anything, you have to rely on yourself."

Le Hou sighed, unbuckled his belt, and used his not-so-seriously injured right hand to pull the quilt over himself. Just as he was about to start moving, he suddenly heard faint footsteps outside the door, as if someone was walking up the stairs.

"Who else would come over this late?"

The man stopped outside the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Uncle Le, disciple requests to see you." The man was speaking outside the door. The sounds of wind and rain were mixed together, and he could not immediately identify which disciple of the Songshan School it was.

"Who is it? What's the matter?"

Le Hou's interest was interrupted and he felt dissatisfied, but at the same time he became cautious, fastened his belt, pulled out a newly bought dagger and hid it in his sleeve.

"Oh!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang like thunder, wood chips flew everywhere, and the two doors fell heavily to the ground.

"It's an assassin!"

The wind and rain brought with them a flash of purple lightning, rushing towards the bed at an extremely fast speed, catching everyone off guard.

Le Hou didn't bother to put on his shoes. He raised his dagger and faced the purple light.

"clang!"

As soon as they met, the purple blade cut through the ordinary iron.

It was still the Songshan sword technique 'Jade Dragon Holding a Pearl'. The Fourth Protector naturally knew the Songshan sword technique, but he was not as proficient as the Nine-Bend Sword. He did not realize the power of it at first, and the dagger he used was short, making the situation even more dangerous.

"what!"

The right arm, along with half of the dagger, flew onto the couch. Le Hou hugged his arm, which was bleeding like a fountain, and wailed. Seeing the man in the black robe and bamboo hat coming towards him with a sword, he could neither defeat him nor escape, so he had to kneel down and beg for mercy in pain.

"Please spare my life, my good man. I am willing to submit to Qingfeng Village."

"Being smart!"

Zhang Yu sneered.

He was so murderous at the moment that he would never let this person go. He just waited for him to absorb his internal energy, and then the other empty wooden box would be the final destination of this ugly head.

"hero…"

Le Hou observed the other party's words and expressions, and seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him go, he suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, which went straight to Zhang Yu's face.

"Blood Toad Spits!"

The blood is black and has a foul stench.

This is actually an authentic Taoist Kung Fu. By swallowing the golden liquid, rising and falling with the breath, it nourishes the whole body and can prolong life.

Longting Temple is very good at turning good into evil.

It causes one to secretly accumulate blood stasis mixed with thick phlegm in the throat.

When facing the enemy, he would take advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and use his internal force to shoot out a mouthful of phlegm to attack the opponent's face as a means of saving his life.

"Saliva attack?"

Effective methods are often simple and unpretentious.

Zhang Yu was suddenly shocked. He had not expected that the opponent had this unique skill. Now they were too close to each other. It was too late for him to withdraw. He could only swing the purple sword and use the move of "Shaking the Fan and Watching Lu".

The blood arrow instantly split into hundreds of small blood beads, which continued to shoot over. Fortunately, the speed was much slower than the blood arrow. Zhang Yu dodged it calmly. The blood beads fell on the large table, immediately emitting wisps of white smoke.

“He actually dodged it!”

Le Hou was injured after his throat was grabbed on the ring, and one of his arms was cut off just now. He was out of breath, so his spitting force, speed, and accuracy were less than 70% of his peak. Otherwise, the outcome would have been very uncertain.

"Want to go?"

Seeing that he was escaping towards the window, Zhang Yu swung his purple sword as fast as lightning. He used his inner strength to pick up the lower half of the dagger on the floor. With a whoosh, it flew forward, entered his back and exited his chest. Le Hou took three steps forward and fell headfirst.

A loud thunder flashed across the house, and the two wooden boxes on the table looked at each other in surprise.

Zhang Yu wiped the blood, sheathed his sword, and then opened the leather tube he had found on Le Hou.

"In order to escape, we have to go to the bed and take this thing away first. What kind of treasure is it?"

The leather tube is one foot long and about the size of two fists in circumference.

It looks a bit like a weapon, but it's obviously not.

Zhang Yu untied the thin rope wrapped around the iron buckle, opened the leather tube, and took out a long scroll of painting.

"It's such a good collection, it must be a martial arts secret manual."

He slowly unfolded it, and five black characters at the beginning of the scroll came into view: "A Picture of a Hundred Charms in Harmony!"

Continue to unfold, and spring appears on the paper.

Even though Zhang Yu had seen it in his previous life and eaten it in this life, and was considered to have considerable experience, he could not help but sigh that the wisdom of our ancestors was truly endless. They could study one thing so thoroughly. Who said that ancient China had no scientific spirit?
"Dragon Courtyard..."

"Peach Blossom Jade Pot..."

"The splendid palace gate..."

"The narrow path..."

"Spring peaches, summer plums, autumn pears..."

"To have such detailed classifications requires seeing a wide range of specimens."

This is indeed a martial arts secret book.

The pictures of fierce battles, coupled with detailed text descriptions, are much more interesting than Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's book.

"Such an evil thing should not exist in the world."

"According to the methods of gathering and replenishing, and dual cultivation, even those with dull aptitude can quickly improve their internal strength."

"If someone with bad intentions gets it, it will bring harm to the martial arts world. I don't know how many good girls will suffer."

Zhang Yu put away the scroll and was about to put it on the lotus oil lamp, but then he changed his mind and thought, this was a masterpiece created by the painstaking efforts of our predecessors, it contained the great wisdom of the Taoist Yin and Yang theory, it would be a pity if it were to be destroyed.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

He shook his head slightly, put the "Hundred Demons of Happiness" into a leather tube and tied it carefully around his waist.

(End of this chapter)