0p0 Chapter 186 Beggars' Sect?
Chapter 186 Beggars' Sect?
Xiao He smiled faintly and said softly, "Young Master Chen has lofty ambitions; I admire you greatly."
Shui'er rolled her eyes and joined in the fun, tilting her head to ask Chen Junxuan.
"Chen Junxuan, isn't your family in the business of merchants? Why do you want to learn martial arts?"
Chen Junxuan tilted his head slightly, as if lost in memories.
"I'm not afraid to tell you both a funny story, but when I was a child, I happened to see a master in a restaurant."
This man's martial arts skills are incredibly high! With just a few swings of his sword, his opponent fell to the ground.
Then, with a light leap, he flew straight from the ground floor to the second floor.
His dashing figure was imprinted in my mind from that moment on, and I thought to myself, when I grow up, I want to become a master like him.
Seeing how animatedly and vividly he was speaking, Shui'er felt too embarrassed to discourage him.
"Oh? How many martial arts skills have you learned so far?"
Chen Junxuan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Well, to be honest, I've only just started learning. As for those advanced sword techniques, I haven't mastered much of them yet."
Xiao He pressed further, "So, according to your logic, wouldn't you be considered a member of the martial arts world?"
Upon hearing Xiao He's words, Chen Junxuan quickly waved his hand.
"No, no, with my mediocre skills, how dare I call myself a martial arts master! In the martial arts world, without real skills, you'll suffer losses everywhere."
Shui'er sighed with feigned regret, "Alas...what a pity!"
Chen Junxuan looked bewildered and asked anxiously, "What a pity? What's there to pity? I'm just starting out, what could possibly be so remarkable that you two feel such regret?"
Xiao He's smile faded, and her expression turned serious.
"Then let me ask you, have you ever heard of Shadow?"
When Chen Junxuan heard Xiao He mention what he knew, his eyes lit up and he became interested.
“I know about Shadow! I’ve heard it’s an organization secretly created by the Qin government, and everyone in it is an assassin. They even have two names: Heaven and Earth.”
I heard that there are eight experts in this Heavenly Class, all of whom are at the Great Yuan Realm level. They are all top-tier beings.
There are twelve people in the Earthly Division, two of whom are at the Middle Yuan Realm, two at the Lesser Yuan Realm, and the rest are all experts at the Great Harmony Realm. Any one of them could cause quite a stir in the martial world.
Shui'er and Xiao He exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise, and eagerly asked more questions.
"Do you know their names? These Shadow members are so mysterious. If we knew their names, we could be prepared if we encountered them in the future."
Chen Junxuan shook his head helplessly: "I don't know about that. I only heard rumors from people in the Daoist world. How could I possibly find out such secret details?"
Just two days after Xiaohe heard Chen Junxuan say he didn't know, a deep, hoarse voice came from outside the temple.
"The eight members of the 'Heavenly' group are named: Chi Ying, Mo You, Lan Li, Zi Yan, Qing Lei, Cheng Shuang, Hei Hun, and Bai Ming. Except for Lan Li and Cheng Shuang, who are female, the other six are male."
Shui'er and Xiao He were startled and shouted in unison, "Who?"
Before the words were even finished, the two figures flashed and disappeared from Chen Junxuan's sight like ghosts.
Chen Junxuan was so frightened that he stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide open like copper bells, his face full of disbelief, and his mouth agape for a long time.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the temple, several men with knives who had been sitting and chatting saw Shui'er and her companion rush out like the wind and quickly stood up.
With a "whoosh," they drew their long swords, the blades gleaming coldly, and they looked warily toward the door.
Shui'er and Xiao He rushed to the door in the blink of an eye. Looking up, they saw an old man sitting leisurely on the temple wall with messy hair like withered grass and wearing clothes patched upon patched.
The old man seemed oblivious to their hostility, and even grinned at them, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
Then the two saw the old man move, appearing as lightly as a hawk turning over, bringing with him a gentle breeze that stirred up dust on the ground.
Before the old man could even stand firmly on his feet, Shui'er and Xiao He exchanged a glance, understood each other perfectly, and with a shout, they rushed over together. Their fists whistled and their palms flew, and they instantly engaged the old man in battle.
For a time, the sounds of fists and feet clashing filled the open space in front of the temple, and dust billowed everywhere.
Faced with the two men's fierce attacks, the old man remained calm and composed. He lightly tapped his feet, his body moving like an eel, skillfully avoiding the blows of their fists and palms.
With a sharp cry, Shui'er unleashed her exquisite "soft fist" technique, the force of which struck directly at the old man's face.
Each punch was accompanied by a whooshing sound, as if it could shatter the air.
The old man tilted his head and easily dodged the attack, muttering, "Little girl, your boxing skills are not bad, you have some strength."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao He swept her leg with the force of the Linglong Divine Skill, the wind from her leg whipping up dust and sand as she attacked the old man's lower body.
The old man, however, seemed to have anticipated this. He leaped into the air, flipped over, and landed steadily a few steps away, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Seeing that her move had been broken, Shui'er's eyes narrowed, and she moved her hands, unleashing the "Cloud Palm" of the Linglong Divine Skill. The palm shadows were layered, like soft clouds in the sky, but they concealed a deadly intent, blocking the old man's retreat.
The old man chuckled, extended his withered fingers, and precisely tapped Shui'er's palm and wrist several times, deflecting the attack. Shui'er felt her arms go numb and sore.
Xiao He leaped into the air, kicking out in rapid succession, unleashing her "leg technique." Her leg shadows were as fast as lightning and as dense as rain, enveloping the old man.
The old man darted around, weaving through the gaps between the legs, occasionally gently peeling them open with his palm, but each time it made a muffled "thump, thump" sound.
After several rounds, Shui'er and Xiao He were panting heavily, but they hadn't hurt the old man in the slightest.
The old man suddenly stopped and laughed, "Kids, your kung fu is pretty good. It's a style of kung fu that I've never seen before, but it's a pity you're still lacking in skill."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hands, and a gust of wind surged out from his hands.
The two were forced back several steps by the force of the palm strike, losing their footing.
Chen Junxuan and the others were already at the temple gate when they witnessed this thrilling fight, their faces filled with astonishment.
After Shui'er and Xiao He steadied themselves, their eyes were filled with disbelief, as if they had witnessed something incredible.
The two exclaimed in unison, "The Beggars' Sect? The Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms?"
When the old man heard the two women mention the Beggars' Sect, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was clearly surprised that these two young women could recognize the Beggars' Sect.
When he then heard the name "Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms," a look of confusion appeared on his face again.
"I didn't expect that you two little girls would know about the Beggars' Sect."
"Also, what kind of martial arts move is this 'Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms' you mentioned?" The old man's words were tinged with curiosity and confusion.
Xiao He quickly waved her hand and explained, "No, no, no, we've only heard of the famous Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms, but we've never seen the complete set of moves."
We...we only saw her use one move from one of Xiaoya's storybooks before, one move...Water, what was the name of the move Sister Xiaoya used again?
When Shui'er heard Xiao He suddenly ask, she tried hard to recall: "It seems to be called something like 'The Dragon Regrets'!"
Upon hearing the name "Kanglong Youhui" (meaning "Regretful Dragon"), Xiaohe affirmed, "Yes, yes, it is called Kanglong Youhui."
The old man slowly took a few steps forward, looking at them with a deep gaze.
"So, what martial arts techniques did you two girls use just now, such as palm strikes, fist strikes, and leg strikes?"
Although it looked soft and weak, when I, an old man, received the attack, I felt as if my power was being dissolved into nothingness.
Shui'er suddenly raised her chin proudly and said, "How about that? Aren't we amazing?"
Then, in an icy tone, she added, "And who exactly are you? Why were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression darkened slightly, and he flashed to Shui'er's side.
He raised his right hand and gently tapped her forehead. Although the tap was light, both Shui'er and Xiao He were immediately stunned.
"You little brat, you're being unreasonable. I was just kindly telling you about the Shadow, and instead of thanking me, you're questioning me?"
The old man's tone carried a hint of reproach.
Xiaohe retorted, unconvinced: "But you can't eavesdrop on our conversation! Eavesdropping on our conversation is impolite."
Upon hearing this, the old man became even angrier, his beard bristling: "Fine! You two little brats, you actually dare to blame this old man? This is outrageous!"
He kept turning around in circles as he spoke, looking rather exasperated.
Xiaohe and Shui'er couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.
The atmosphere became much more relaxed at that moment, as if the previous tension and confrontation had vanished.