"Can't you even tell who your opponent is?!" Leng Wuqing roared in anger, his eyes practically capable of freezing the old Palace Master into an ice statue.
The two brothers, whom he had completely ignored, finally erupted in excitement.
In an instant, swords flew and a fierce battle broke out. Isoro was very worried. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and stood on tiptoe to look for a long time. He could roughly make out the colors of the three people's clothes.
After a long and drawn-out battle, Leng Yun gradually lost his patience. He laughed loudly, swung out both palms with all his might, and sent Wushuang and Wuqing flying.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of both of their mouths, continuously, indicating that they were seriously injured.
"Wushuang!" Wushilang was very worried, but dared not go forward to see, for fear that he would be captured by Leng Yun and become a burden to them.
"Luo Jinfeng, how long are you planning to slack off there?" Leng Wuqing, half-lying on the ground, swallowed the rising blood and complained lazily with a smile.
“I won’t do what I promised if you don’t come,” he added after thinking for a moment.
Luo Jinfeng frowned slightly, turned around and instructed Wu Shilang, "You stay where you are and don't wander off. I'll be right back." Full of confidence, he raised his sword, tapped the stone wall with his foot, and flew over.
"Although you're not my son, you look delicate and tender; you must taste good." Leng Yun smiled sinisterly, and suddenly, countless bluish-purple veins appeared on his face, emerging from his neck.
His smile suddenly froze, his face contorted in rage as he gripped his own neck, making hoarse noises as he rolled and thrashed about on the ground.
Leng Wushi used his sword to support himself as he slowly stood up, wiped the bloodstains from his lips, and looked at Leng Wuqing with a puzzled expression.
"This is probably a sign that he has gone astray from practicing his cultivation techniques." Leng Wuqing sneered, barely managing to stand up, gripping his twin swords tightly, and said, "Let's take advantage of this moment and quickly subdue him."
“I’m afraid he’s still bigger than a horse even though he’s a dead camel,” Luo Shao said, reluctantly following after him with his sword. “Even if he’s gone mad from practicing qi cultivation, his skills are probably still more profound than the three of us.”
"You've got some skill." Leng Yun endured the pain; his face was still bruised and swollen, but there were clearly far fewer veins than before. He raised his curved sword, smiled kindly, and said, "Come on, let's fight. We can have a midnight snack afterward..."
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After saying that, he lowered his wrist and chopped down with immense force.
Ishiro was terrified as she watched from afar. The fright made her suppress her urge to urinate. Afraid that getting too close would hinder the people confronting her, she took a few steps back.
She stood far away, very nervous, and unconsciously her hand reached out to touch the uneven holes in the stone wall, pointing at them one by one.
Suddenly, with a loud crash, the stone door of the secret passage slammed down.
Isoro stood stiffly, looking at his hand with disbelief, then dug it into a hole and pressed it down hard.
With a soft, crisp sound, a small hole appeared in the stone wall.
Inside was a bright red fruit, which looked delicious and juicy. Since the day before yesterday, Isoro had only eaten one steamed bun, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
Looking at the four still locked in fierce combat, Isoro thought to himself, "If something happens to me, at least I can at least be a well-fed ghost."
She's always been optimistic, and she does whatever comes to mind. So she immediately sat down cross-legged, broke open the dragon fruit, and happily started eating it.
"Don't eat my dragon fruit!!!" In the midst of the fierce battle, Leng Yun caught a glimpse of it and was immediately terrified. That hundred-year-old dragon fruit was something he had painstakingly found, used to aid his own flesh and blood in breaking through his cultivation barrier. If he lost it, the consequences would be unimaginable. He feared that his demonic possession would never be cured, and his demonic powers would gradually disappear, ultimately leaving him a martial artist without any skills.
Thinking of this, he was filled with even more fear, and brandished his sword, shouting, "I warn you, Goro, drop the dragon fruit, and I'll spare your life."
Isoro quickly slurped up the juice, looked up, and sped up his eating as he did so.
Since he values this fruit so much, it must be an extraordinary fruit. According to the usual novel formula of "Jianghu Chronicles", eating it might immediately make one the number one martial artist in the world, as light as a swallow and with astonishing internal strength.
The more I thought about it, the happier I became. I even chewed up and swallowed the pit of the red fruit. Then, I looked at Leng Yun, who was roaring, and let out a satisfied burp.
In an instant, the old palace master was filled with despair. The sword he swung became weak and feeble: "Kill me, I have no will to live." He suddenly threw away the hilt of his sword, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, closing his eyes to accept his death.
The one-of-a-kind fire toad was casually tossed aside by Gogoro and turned into a pulp. The dragon fruit, a rare treat seen only once in a century, was casually picked up by Gogoro and eaten.
Is there anything worse in the world? Rather than being a useless person with no skills and enemies all over the martial arts world, it's better to die.
The Cold Palace Master's lifelong ambition has come to an end.
"I won't kill you. I will serve you well for the rest of your life to fulfill my filial duty." Leng Wuqing lowered his head and whispered in his ear, then sneered coldly, "My father, the underground palace in the Miao village is definitely a good place to retire."
As he spoke, he swiftly struck the major acupoints on the body of the old palace master Leng, and then excitedly praised Wu Shilang, "Sister-in-law Wu Shilang, I finally understand that I can't deal with a powerful and formidable opponent without you."
Upon hearing this, both Leng Wuqing and Luo Jinfeng's faces fell.
Isoro was overjoyed and waved happily, saying, "Not at all, I'm still not strong enough. I couldn't help everyone at the crucial moment."
She was indeed low-key and very humble. She smiled and pressed the mechanism again, and the stone door slowly opened.
Outside the passageway, a person slowly walked in, dressed in fiery red, with gold leaf decorations on a golden crown trembling slightly. Her eyes were alluring, and her lips were red. Upon seeing Wu Shilang, she suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Xiao, Brother Duan, I'm late."
Ichiro sighed, turned to look at Leng Wushuang, his face pleading for help. (Typed by Juyuan Fenghua Xueyue)
Leng Wushuang's eyes dimmed, and she walked over silently with a cold expression. She reached out to hold Wu Shilang's hand, and the two intertwined their fingers, their sweet affection evident in their gestures.
Seeing this, Duan Shuixian smiled slightly and said, "Congratulations, Sister Xiao, it's true that true love will eventually be united."
Upon hearing this, Goruro was immediately taken aback, and even the usually composed Leng Wushuang showed a surprised expression.
Duan Shuixian pulled a folding fan from her sleeve, fanned herself, turned her back, and said with infinite regret, "Sister Xiao, your brother Duan has someone he loves, but she is a tigress. So, I have come here specifically to beg you to allow your brother Duan to break off this engagement."
Before Wu Shilang could answer, he snapped his folding fan shut, turned around, and said with a smile, "Little sister, would you be so kind as to grant your brother Duan's request?"
Wu Shilang remained silent for a long time before asking, "Why did you suddenly agree to annul the engagement?"
She remembered that Duan Shuixian had previously refused to budge.
Duan Shuixian's expression turned serious, her eyes darting over Leng Wushuang, and she sighed softly, "Actually, this is what I'm thinking. If word gets out, it'll be that I, Duan Shuixian, will refuse to let Young Master Wushuang have his betrothed. That sounds like a lot of face."
Upon hearing this, Leng Wushuang immediately exuded a chilling aura. Wushilang sighed, patted Leng Wushuang, and said, "Wushuang, give me some time. I have something to say to Young Master Duan."
Leng Wushuang's eyes were like cold stars, his handsome face filled with anger. He looked at Duan Shuixian coldly, snorted coldly through his nose, lifted his robe, and turned to leave.
"Thank you, Young Master Duan," Wu Shilang said sincerely.
“No, you’re welcome,” Duan Shuixian smiled sadly, then said seriously, “I’m just a profit-driven businesswoman, and the same goes for love. I won’t continue to like a woman whose heart is marked by another man, so I give up.”
He smiled and complained one last time, "But Fifty Sister, from now on, you'll be in charge of all the transportation for the Duan family."
Fifty-Lang laughed, feeling relaxed and joyful.
Three days later, Leng Wuqing led the remaining followers back to Miao territory.
"Unless something else, I will never set foot in the Central Plains martial arts world again."
"Then I will never see you again?" Ichiro was quite reluctant to part. Although Leng Wuqing had hurt Wushuang and held him hostage, he just couldn't bring himself to hate him. It was like facing a willful little brother.
Leng Wuqing smiled slightly, sat on his horse and lowered his head, "Why don't you abandon your elder brother and come back to Miao territory with me?" His voice was ambiguous, and his clear black and white eyes looked at Wushilang with a pure and innocent expression.
He was already handsome, and his innocent act brought out Goro's maternal instincts. She stared intently at Leng Wuqing, almost nodding in agreement.
Leng Wushuang remained silent, reaching out to block Wushilang's infatuated eyes, and coldly looked up at Leng Wuqing, saying, "Get out of here now."
Leng Wuqing burst into laughter, then suddenly said, "Take care!" As he spoke, he spurred his horse and galloped away. Before long, he disappeared into the horizon, becoming a tiny, bean-sized silhouette.
With a wistful sigh, Goruro turned around and shook his head with an air of elegance, saying, "Truly, all good things must come to an end."
Her eyes darted to Luo Jinfeng, who was unusually silent, and she asked, "Young Master Luo, what are your plans?"
Luo Shao looked at her and Leng Wushuang's clasped hands, his face darkening. He forced a smile and said, "I have no plans. Since you're not in trouble, I'll be like Duan Shao, able to take things in stride."
Hearing his dejected tone, Wu Shilang felt guilty and said, "Actually, you can go back and recuperate. Once you're healed, we can travel the world together again, right?"
Luo Jinfeng felt a pang of melancholy, remembering that Leng Wuqing didn't have the antidote, and sighed, "Then what should we do about the poison in your body?"
Jūrō was stunned for a moment, biting his lip and remaining silent.
In the silence, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out, "I can cure her poison."
Wu Shilang was surprised and turned to look, his eyes lighting up.
The newcomer, dressed in plain clothes, stood in the wind, her robes fluttering in the breeze. Her face was like a lotus blossom, her eyes like stars, and her small, delicate mouth was pink and alluring. Upon seeing Wushuang, she stamped her foot and said coquettishly, "Wushuang, why did you leave me all alone?"
As she spoke, she squeezed through and forcefully separated the two people whose fingers were clasped together.
Isoro's heart sank to the bottom.
"Little Aunt?!" Luo Jinfeng frowned, looking at her squeezing between the two of them with great surprise.
"Oh? My little nephew Jinfeng? It's been a few days, and your skin has become even more delicate. Is it really the effect of the skin-nourishing lotion?"
Her eyes widened, revealing her innocent and naive nature.
Luo Jinfeng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Aunt's miraculous medicine is of course the best."
His eyes flickered as he looked at Leng Wushuang and asked, "How does Auntie know Young Master Wushuang?"
The newcomer looked surprised and turned around, asking in a sweet voice, "You're actually Young Master Wushuang? I really didn't know that. But I like you as a person; titles and such are of no interest to me."
She was extremely frank, and her words of praise and admiration came out very naturally.
Wushuang's eyes darkened, and she looked up at the stunned Wushilang, coldly saying to the newcomer, "Miss Luo, please have some self-respect."
"Just call me Shui Liu!" She didn't seem to care at all, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she reached out to tug at Leng Wushuang's arm.
Wu Shilang regained his senses instantly, rushed over, snatched Leng Wushuang's arm, and glared at her angrily.
Luo Shuiliu was greatly surprised and exclaimed "Eh!" but didn't take it seriously. He reached out and grabbed Leng Wushuang's other sleeve, and hugged his arm as well.
"Wushuang, if she keeps glaring at me like that, I won't treat her anymore," she said coquettishly, stomping her foot as she spoke.
Leng Wushuang hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Wushilang on the other side of her body and said, "Miss Luo saved me at the bottom of the cliff and helped me recover my strength. Her medical skills are extremely superb."
Isoro pouted and continued to glare fiercely at the arm she was holding.
Luo Shuiliu gave a soft snort, tightened his grip on Leng Wushuang's arm, and looked at her defiantly.
Enraged, Goruro lunged forward, slapped her hand away, and said, "You want someone else's man too? How shameless!"
She had never been so angry before, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws like a cat defending its territory.
"You slapped my hand?" Luo Shuiliu frowned, tilted her head, and said coquettishly to Leng Wushuang, "Wushuang, I refused to treat her illness, and she actually slapped my hand."
Leng Wushuang's face darkened. He gritted his teeth, looked at Wu Shilang, and said in a deep voice, "Wu Shilang, apologize."
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Fifty, apologize. These four simple words struck Fifty's heart with a bittersweet feeling. She looked up in disbelief and asked, "Why do I have to apologize?"
"Because you slapped my hand away," Luo Shuiliu interrupted domineeringly.
Enraged, Wu Shilang clung even tighter to Leng Wushuang's arm and retorted, "I won't apologize, and you can't hold his arm, because he is my man, Wu Shilang's man. My life is in my own hands, so I don't care if you treat my illness."
She spoke very slowly, her anger so intense that her breathing became disordered, each word uttered with gasps.
Seeing this, Luo Jinfeng interjected, "Little Aunt, stop playing."