Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 70: It’s a dark and windy night, a good time for murder and arson, very good!
Huo Tianqing displayed extremely light and graceful martial arts skills, dodging left and right and narrowly avoiding many hidden weapons that were hitting him.

The young man in red turned the white umbrella in his hand upside down and spun it in the air. Suddenly, a whirlwind like a wheel appeared, and dozens of pearls fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

Yan Tieshan, who wanted to take this opportunity to escape, fell to the ground as soon as he jumped up. His chest was covered in blood and flesh, and it emitted the smell of burnt meat. He was hit by the 'Thunder Dragon' with circulating electric energy and died on the spot.

At this moment, apart from the little boy and the blue-clothed servant hiding in the corner and shivering, only Huo Tianqing was left.

The young man in red raised his eyebrows slightly:

"The people who disturbed you are gone. Please continue."

"Who are you?" Huo Tianqing said gravely, "I have no grudge against you."

The red-dressed youth looked puzzled:

"You conspired with Huo Xiu, using various forces as your pawns, and you actually thought you didn't offend Zhuang!"

Huo Tianqing seemed to have thought of something and blurted out:

"Are you Lu Xiaofeng's friend?"

"How can we talk about being friends with someone we've never met?" Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly.
"Zhuang doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs, and he hates trouble even more. If you won't let me live in peace and quiet, then get rid of the people who cause trouble, and there will naturally be no trouble in the world."

"Are you crazy? I haven't provoked you, so how can there be any trouble?" Huo Tianqing frowned.

"Your constant chatter is making me feel annoyed." The young man in red said nonchalantly:

"If you don't take action now, I'm afraid you won't have another chance to do so."

Huo Tianqing's eyes fixed, he stood on one foot, his arms stretched out like crane wings, his fingertips drooping like dewdrops, his body trembling slightly with his breathing, like a crane sleeping in the shallows.

The young man in red stood with an umbrella, smiling, as if expecting something.

His stance suddenly changed, and he swung his arms back like an eagle gathering strength, then suddenly pounced forward, his ten fingers like claws tearing the air, making a sharp sound of tearing silk.

Its moves seemed to go straight for the throat, but in fact the wind from its claws covered an area of ​​ten feet around the body. If the enemy retreated, he would be injured by the wind from the claws, and if he advanced, his heart would be pierced by the sharp claws.

"Interesting, continue."

However, Zhuang Bu Ran did not make any movement, but just took a step sideways, as if he had found a gap in the strength and avoided it.

Huo Tianqing bent his elbow with one arm to protect his heart, and hid his other hand under his ribs with the fingers of his beak like a beak. He suddenly turned around and thrust forward, like a falcon swooping down to catch a rabbit.

"This is a move to win from defeat. Elbow defense is false, finger attack is real. The energy from the fingertips can penetrate armor, specifically designed to break horizontal training."

While Zhuang Bu Ran was calmly evaluating the situation, he moved to the side and dodged again.

Huo Tianqing was unconscious, as if he hadn't heard anything. He put all his mind into the fight, and used all his strength to perform the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Bird".

His pride and loneliness would not allow the young man in red to continue to look down on him as before. Only blood could wash away his trampled dignity.

"This martial art is based on the movements of birds and the nature of people. You are still far from mastering it."

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly closed his umbrella, and the tip of the wooden umbrella was like the sharpest sword in the world, instantly piercing Huo Tianqing's heart. The tremendous force it carried nailed him to the wall behind him.

The young man in red appeared in front of Huo Tianqing, who was on his deathbed, like a ghost, and said:
"Where is the First Floor of Qingyi?"

Huo Tianqing's eyes were dazed and he uttered a few words in a daze before dying.

Zhuang Bu Ran turned around, and his soft and psychedelic voice echoed in the water pavilion.

"Go out and have a good sleep, and all the nightmares will be forgotten."

Suddenly, the little boy and the blue-clothed servant seemed to be bewildered and walked out of the water pavilion as if sleepwalking.

Not long after, the Jewel Pavilion was engulfed in flames and thick smoke, turning into a fire pavilion.

On the mountain behind the Pearl Pavilion, a young man in red walked into a jujube forest and saw a very simple wooden house.

With a playful look on his face, he said to himself:

"This is the first building of Qingyi. It is said that there are 108 traps and ambushes on that small building."

In an instant, it seemed as if endless vines drilled into the cabin, almost instantly breaking it apart. The vines as long and thin as hair quickly drilled into a wide and winding corridor.

In just a few minutes, the vines in the corridor cleverly separated into a path that one person could pass through.

An old man wearing a washed-out blue cloth robe and a pair of worn straw sandals walked out with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

He looked at the young man in red not far away. Seeing his white hair and blinding appearance, he sighed heavily and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"These vines only look scary, but they are actually useless."

"Your vines are pervasive, blocking every secret path in an instant. They are also highly poisonous and have incredibly tough, indestructible flowers, leaving no escape."

Huo Xiu smiled bitterly:

"I should be a stranger to such a strange man as you. Please point me out so that I can die with a clear mind."

"After all, you are obviously the complete opposite of Lu Xiaofeng."

"A being who has mastered the 'Tongzi Kung Fu' to the highest level will definitely not allow himself to be slaughtered like this."

The red-dressed youth said softly:

"If you continue to act like this, are you looking down on yourself, or are you looking down on Zhuang?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Xiu's aura suddenly changed. His body was still hunched like an old man, but his skin glowed light golden in the moonlight, like the patina of a bronze vessel over the years.

Zhuang Bu Ran saw this and asked with a smile:

"Everyone says your 'Tongzi Kungfu' has reached perfection, so why are you still leaking images? Shouldn't it be a return to simplicity?"

"To deal with a person like you who is not of this world, I must fight with all my might."

The young man in red said nothing, as a strong wind blew around him. There was a rustling sound from his sleeves, and a vast expanse of white flew out.

Hundreds and thousands of paper butterflies, accompanied by the strong wind, rushed towards Huo Xiu.

"Come, let me see how long the pinnacle of 'Tongzi Kung Fu' can last under the 'Wind Disc'."

After about forty or fifty breaths, a body covered with bruises lay on the blood-stained paper butterfly.

Zhuang Bu Ran slowly took out a fire starter, lit it, and threw it onto the paper plates on the ground.

The flames immediately engulfed the corpses and then spread everywhere, soon turning the jujube forest into a sea of ​​fire.

"A dark and windy night, a perfect time for murder and arson, perfect!"

A young man in red stepped on the clouds and disappeared into the deep night filled with flames.

Three days later.

Jiangnan, the area between Suzhou and Hangzhou.

In the center of West Lake, a small boat was sailing with the wind, and a young man in red was leisurely lying on the bow fishing.

A small boat was coming quickly from a distance, with Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng standing on the bow.

"Xiao Ba, you're so hard to find. Could it be that you've been boating on the lake all this time?"

"Of course. When I heard you were picked up by a young and beautiful woman, I knew trouble was coming."

The young man in red stared at the fishing rod intently, without even looking up, and said:
"So, as soon as you left, I came to West Lake for boating."

"I have to say, my Hua family is quite wealthy. No matter where we go, we can live comfortably."

Lu Xiaofeng replied with a smile:
"It's more than just a lot of wealth. In Jiangnan, the Hua family owns the most real estate, and the Yan family in Guanzhong owns the most jewels."

"Everyone says that even if the Hua family in Jiangnan rode a fast horse for a whole day, they would still be within their family's assets."

"They even said this family lived a luxurious life, their food and clothing were all very exquisite, and even their groom looked like a wealthy man when he walked out."

His tone suddenly became low and he said:
"It's a pity that the Yan family in Guanzhong, who had the most jewels, was wiped out a few days ago. I don't know what enemy they offended, and the real richest man in the world died tragically in the mountains behind the Jewel Pavilion."

The young man in red heard this and said with some relief:

"The underworld is too dangerous. A famous figure in the underworld can die at any moment. Luckily, I never get involved in the underworld. I just want to relax and have fun in my own little piece of land."

He paused, tilted his head and said:

"Hua Qitong, don't say that I haven't cared about my brother, and don't always follow others to meddle in other people's affairs."

"I don't want to see a day when I have to send someone off before me!"

(End of this chapter)