Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 68: Stealing the Emperor's name and acting like a tyrant, this is called "The Emperor's Qi-gazing Technique"

More than half a year later.

Not far from Taoyuan Building, there was a small building full of flowers in the garden, which was very lively. Hua Manlou was seen being taken away by a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old as a welcoming guest.

Not long after he left, a young man in red slowly walked out of the Taoyuan building.

A few days later.

Hua Manlou and a man with a bohemian look and lively eyes came to the outside of the small building in Taoyuan.

"Although I've heard you talk about your younger brother Hua Manxin, who is unknown to outsiders, do you think he can help us?"

"If I remember correctly, he's only sixteen years old, and the person we might be dealing with is either the leader of a world-famous sect, or someone who came out of nowhere and became the richest man in the world."

The man, Lu Xiaofeng, said:
"If you ask me, it's best to go find Ximen Chuxue. I can set fire to Wanmei Villa and force him to help."

Hua Manlou said sincerely:
"You believe most in what I hear with my ears, but in reality, I rely mostly on my own strange and mysterious feelings. And when it comes to my little brother, I always feel an inexplicable sense of peace when he's around me."

“Your peace of mind is such that even if you face a landslide or a tsunami, you can still feel safe and sound.”

"So, he has a martial art that is beyond compare?" Lu Xiaofeng was surprised.

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

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng was extremely surprised:

"Hasn't he grown up right beside you? You should know exactly how good his martial arts skills are!"

"He would never sit if he could lie down, and would never stand if he could sit. He was even less interested in martial arts," Hua Manlou recalled.
"Over the years, his greatest hobby, besides sleeping under the peach tree, has been to comment on my martial arts training, just like watching a street performer, clapping and cheering when he sees something he enjoys."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng said quietly:
"I'm not drinking alcohol right now, and my memory is very good. Doesn't your younger brother have a congenital eye disease? Why is he criticizing and applauding?"

"Yes, how could a blind person instantly point out my shortcomings in training and immediately see the subtleties 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 you have a master hidden in your family whose martial arts ability ranks among the top five in the world."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked into the Taoyuan building.

"What? Your Eighth Young Master left home several days ago!"

When Lu Xiaofeng heard what the servant from Taoyuan said, he couldn't help but look at Hua Manlou and said:
"It seems your younger brother knew you would come looking for him."

Hua Manlou smiled and nodded:

"It's his nature. When he encounters any injustice or trouble, his first reaction is to take a detour."

"It seems that he is also a weirdo." Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows.

Hua Manlou gave a fair evaluation:
"It's still not your fault. No matter what troubles happen in the world, you will encounter them."

"Alas, I have to go to Wanmei Villa after all. I don't know how he will torture me." Lu Xiaofeng sighed.

Mount Emei is a place with majestic peaks and beautiful scenery. It is known for its four seasons in one mountain and different weather in every ten miles.

One day, a young man in red clothes climbed up the mountain at a leisurely pace. Just when he reached halfway up the mountain, he met an old man in Taoist clothes who was tall, serious and resolute.

The long sword on his waist was thicker than ordinary swords, with a particularly long and wide blade. The brass hilt was polished to a shine, but the scabbard was very old, with a small Bagua embedded on it, which was the symbol of the sword worn by the leader of Emei.

Behind him followed four beautiful women in purple, each with a slim waist, long legs and graceful figures.

When the leading old man in Taoist attire saw a young man with white hair and red clothes coming towards him, he was stunned at first, but immediately became alert.

Although he was blind, he could walk on the steep mountain road as if it were flat ground, and his breath was almost imperceptible. It was not until he saw the person coming with his own eyes that he noticed him. This shows how dangerous the young man in red in front of him was.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Is the Taoist priest the head of Emei Dugu Sect?"

"That's right." Dugu Yihe said solemnly.

"The ones following behind must be the Four Beauties of Emei." The young man in red nodded.
"Each of them is as pretty as a flower, and they are beautiful as flowers. They can be called the Four Beauties." The red-clothed youth's behavior really made people feel that he was not blind. The leader of the Four Beauties, Ma Xiuzhen, shouted loudly:
"Who are you to dare to come to Emei Mountain and act like a ghost?"

"That's not right. One of the Four Beauties actually doesn't live up to his reputation." Zhuang Bu Ran tilted his head, puzzled and said:
"Three of you have straight backs, slender necks, and slender backs, clearly chaste. But how come one of you has blossomed and is so charming?"

Ye Xiuzhu, the third of the four beauties and usually the most shy and introverted, changed her expression slightly and looked at the young man in red with her pupils slightly shrunken.

And Shi Xiuxue, the most quiet of the Four Beauties, drew the sword from her waist:
"You lecher, you're blind, yet you still dare to talk nonsense here."

The young man in red turned a deaf ear and looked at Dugu Yihe with a smile:
"Is it that as people get older, their hearts become softer, or is it that as they age, they become more blind and deaf, and can't see the people around them clearly even more than a blind man like me."

"Can't you see that one of them is no longer in Mount Emei?"

He paused, shook his head and said:

"I still feel that Master Dugu has softened his heart. The sternness and solemnity he usually displays are all fake. Otherwise, why are most of the female disciples he has raised so unfilial that they forget their master once they find a lover?"

Dugu Yihe frowned, and had been carefully observing the young man in red since he saw him. He found that this boy had flaws all over his body, like an ordinary person who had no martial arts skills at all.

"Little layman, why are you here?"

"My surname is Zhuang. I love killing masters the most. I feel that the more powerful they are, the more qualified they are to die at my hands."

The young man in red said lazily:
"I heard that among the seven great sword sects' leaders today, the Emei Sect Leader Dugu's martial arts are the most formidable."

"Because in addition to mastering the Emei sword technique to perfection, he also possesses several other very strange and domineering martial arts skills."

"Zhuang is delighted to see the prey, and has come to Emei to pay a visit."

The Four Beauties of Emei have always regarded their mentor as the best master in the world, and they are also used to seeing newcomers in the martial arts world go up the mountain to cause trouble in order to make a great name for themselves.

So, Sun Xiuqing, the second of the Four Beauties, said with a hint of sarcasm:
"So he's just another clueless young man."

The young man in red looked at me without changing his expression, and said lazily:

"Master Dugu, you won't disappoint me, will you?"

Dugu Yihe looked solemn:
"You won't be disappointed. If you have martial arts that can kill me, you will become famous throughout the world."

The young man in red heard this and curled his lips:
"Zhuang is most afraid of trouble and dislikes fame. I have changed my mind. If you can satisfy me, you can only depose me, not kill me. Remember, this must be kept secret."

"What an arrogant junior."

Dugu Yihe stretched out his hand and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, speaking each word with emphasis:
"If you can really destroy me, why would I hesitate to keep it a secret?"

"Interesting. Zhuang is a blind man and is used to using stillness to control movement. Please." The young man in red had his hands behind his back, with the demeanor of a master.

With a "clang", the broadsword was unsheathed.

Dugu Yihe appeared in front of the young man in red in an instant, and struck out with the sword in his hand in a series of attacks. His sword skills seemed to have the fierce momentum of his knife skills.

But the young man in red was like willow catkins in the wind. Facing the fierce and powerful sword skills, which were integrated into the elegant and unique sword skills of Emei, he always anticipated the enemy's moves and avoided them by chance.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yihe's aura became even more domineering. Using the principles of combining hardness with softness, and the mutual transformation of yin and yang, he combined the domineering swordsmanship with the refreshing swordsmanship into one, and his moves were as continuous as a river bursting its banks.

The sword blade turned into a knife move, and the sword tip turned into a knife move. It was difficult to tell whether it was a sword or a knife.

In an instant, the knife was as powerful as a crouching tiger and the sword shadow was as flying as a flying dragon, forming an endless blade network.

The young man in red dodged thirty-seven moves in a row, and said calmly:

"Zhuang is able to understand the inner essence of all things in the world, and is not deceived by the complex appearances. He can also listen to the sounds of mountains, rivers, plants and trees, and perceive the subtle changes of all things in the world. He then created a technique."

"This ability allows you to see through your opponent's energy and discern the changes in the Three Elements."

He suddenly slapped out with his palm, which actually hit Dugu Yihe's Dantian Qi Hai directly, causing him to fly out and then fall heavily to the ground.

Zhuang Bu Ran stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"Stealing the name of the Son of Heaven and acting like a tyrant is called 'The Son of Heaven's Qi-gazing Technique'!"

(End of this chapter)