Chapter Thirty-Two: The Gentleman of Clear Wind

  Suī fēng zhǐ guò chī le yī xiǎo kǒu, gāng rù dù zhōng, biàn jué fù nèi yī zhèn yīn liáng. "Kàn lái Liáng tōu ér suǒ yán bú cuò, cǐ wù guǒ rán shì zhì yīn zhī wù." Zhǐ shì cǐ kè shēn chù yú jiǔ xí shàng, bù néng bì mù nèi shì, suī fēng zhǐ néng rú zhī qián yī yàng quán píng gǎn jué. Dù lǐ yī piàn hán qì zhú jiàn kuò sàn kāi lái, zuì hòu zhú jiàn bō jí dào xiǎo fù.

  Looking at Murong Yu, who didn't react in the slightest, Sui Feng felt a bit suspicious. "Why didn't Murong Yu have any reaction? Could it be because of his inner strength?"

  Having thought of this, he quietly divided a part of his mind and sank it into the Dan Tian, using the Heavenly Key to activate the Yin Yang diagram. As the speed of the Yin Yang diagram increased, it seemed that the entire meridian had revealed a subtle suction force, absorbing all the yin energy emitted by the dark meat in his body. Once these yin energies entered the Yin Yang diagram, they transformed into his original internal energy, except for a slight feeling of coolness in his abdomen, seemingly without any harm.

  She secretly smiled to herself, quietly and seemingly unaware of Murong Yu's trap, calmly finishing the black bird in front of her. Although she felt a bit sorry for it, once it was dead, it was dead, and not eating it would be a waste.

  Looking at Murong Yu's eyes narrowing into a line, he seemed to be doubting Su Feng's reaction. Su Feng didn't seem to notice and ignored him. He smiled lightly and said: "Master of the house, I've been bothering the Murong family for two days with Liang Gege. I think tomorrow we'll continue on our journey together. Today is a good opportunity, so I bid farewell to the master."

  Murong Yu's expression was calm and seemed not to be surprised by Su Feng's words. He turned his head to glance at Liang Tou'er, who was watching Su Feng with a smile, and knew that Su Feng had not been affected by Murong Yu's tactics.

  He smiled and said: "As Su Feng said, the Murong family treated us like this, and we really felt ashamed to accept it. I couldn't bear to trouble you anymore, so I'll take my leave today."

  "Today, even if you didn't mention it, I was going to bring it up with you anyway. Didn't you ask me earlier if I had any news about Elder Hua? Yesterday, I just received some new information from an outer disciple that Elder Hua will be appearing at Penglai Palace twenty days from now. Based on my speculation, this time the elder is likely to appear because of the matter of closing the door for the disciples. Why rush, you two can stay in our humble village for a few more days. At that time, I, Murong, can arrange for a boat to take you directly to the Shanhai Pass."

  "This……" Liang Tou'er and Sui Feng were both stunned, never expecting to hear news about Hua Jiugong at this critical juncture, let alone that Murong Yu would ask them to stay behind with this as the reason. Liang Tou'er was somewhat embarrassed, while Sui Feng looked at him deliberating before taking over the conversation: "We just wanted to take a step ahead and prepare early."

  Murong Yu laughed and said, "What preparations can be made? It's just some luggage and the like. Whatever the two of you need, the Murong family can provide, just take it."

  Dazed by the wind, he didn't expect him to answer like that. Liang Tou'er smiled and said: "I didn't think the master of Murong's family would be so generous, it seems we can only obey humbly."

  Murong Yu stroked his beard and smiled at them, saying, "It should be so." With a raise of an eyebrow, after he had bid farewell earlier, Bi Huan's face had always been shrouded in a faint gloom. Now that she heard Liang Ze had accepted Murong Yu's invitation, her brow relaxed once more. Although he knew it wasn't very safe for him to stay here, seeing Bi Huan's expression made the pressure in Feng's heart dissipate instantly.

  This feeling of ease had not lasted for long when Mu Rongyu said, "I observe that the bones of Zuo Shi are extraordinary and faintly have an aura of spiritual light rising to the top. I'm afraid what was previously said about not having practiced martial arts before is a lie?"

  His heart tightened at the words, and Mu Rongyu had already made it so clear that he couldn't help but wonder if this was indeed a trap. He tried to think of something to say, but his mind was almost already imagining the kind of trap Mu Rongyu had set for him, waiting for him to fall into it. Still, he could only force himself to say: "In my childhood, my father taught me some basic martial arts and simple internal exercises. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to learn the deeper secrets of the Breaking Heaven Technique before our family's sudden change in fortune. This little trick is really not worth mentioning compared to the young heroes of your esteemed family."

  Murong Yu laughed and said, "Young Master is too modest. Your respected father is a great hero admired by the world, with profound martial arts skills that are immeasurable. You have been influenced by him since childhood, even if you haven't learned the 'Analyzing Heaven's Secret', how much can it differ? Coincidentally, my Murong family has an untalented disciple, taking this opportunity, why don't you two exchange and learn from each other, letting us open our eyes to see the unparalleled skills left behind by your father, Su Da Xia. I suppose Young Master won't refuse to give face to the Murong family?"

  After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Su Feng's reaction and loudly said towards the outside of the door: "Qingfeng, you come in for a moment."

  As soon as the words fell, a refined young man walked in from the doorway, wearing a square scarf on his head, with a scholarly air all over his face, and lips red and teeth white, just like a White Jade Boy. With a smile all over his face, he walked to the dinner table and bowed to Mu Rongyu: "Mu Rong Qingfeng has seen the master of the house."

  Murong Yu smiled and said, "Qingfeng, didn't you used to admire the great hero of Yangzhou, Su Tian? This is his only son, who has been taught by Su Tian since childhood. You two are about the same age, it's a rare opportunity today, why don't you have a match with him?"

  Murong Qingfeng followed the direction of Murong Yu's finger and looked over, smiling as he walked with the wind. "I am Murong Qingfeng of the Murong family," he said. "I have long admired your esteemed father. As the only son of the great hero, I'm sure you must have some unique skills. Please don't hesitate to teach me." As he spoke, his face was full of smiles and adorable expressions.

  As he watched, his heart skipped a beat. Mu Rongyu's move was indeed sinister. With half an invitation and half a coercion, it not only had the flavor of using power to suppress people, but also involved his father's reputation with so many disciples of the Mu family watching. How could he refuse?

  Suī fēng xīn dào "Nà ge mù róng qīng fēng kàn qǐ lái hěn yòu zhì de yàng zi, kǒng pà shí lì què méi yǒu tā biǎo lù de nà me jiǎn dan. Jiǎ suàn bú shì 'xiàng zhuāng wǔ jiàn, yì zài pèi gōng', yě shì yào gěi wǒ yī ge xià mǎ wēi." Gǎn shòu zhe dān tián nèi huǎn huǎn xuán zhuǎn de yīn yáng tú hé jīng mài le chōng yíng de nèi xī, suī fēng àn dào: "Kǒng pà yào ràng nǐ shī wàng le."

  Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he stood up, and his entire demeanor changed dramatically, as if the elegant exterior hid an overwhelming sword intent. Murong Yu looked at him in shock, thinking: "How is this possible? Yesterday I saw that his internal strength was ordinary, how can he have such momentum today?"

  Suī fēng kàn yě bù kàn Mù Róng Yù, duì zhe Mù Róng Qīng Fēng huán le yī lǐ, dào: "Gé xià guò yù le, Suī Fēng gāng xí wǔ bù jiǔ, rú hé bǐ dé shàng Mù Róng jiā de jīng yīng dì zǐ? Dào shì gé xià, rúcǐ nián yòu què zhè bān fēng shén rú yù, xiǎng bù shì Mù Róng jiā de shuǐ lóng yín yī dìng xiū liàn dào le jí gāo shēn de jìng jiè, pà shì bǐ zhī lìng xiōng yě jù lí yǒu xiàn. Suī Fēng ruò shì bù dí, hái qǐng gé xià shǒu xià liú qíng diǎn dào wèi zhǐ."

  While speaking, he walked away from his seat and into the arena. His voice was loud and clear, without a hint of fear. Even Lian Cheng's thief secretly felt shocked: "Where did Xiao Feng get such great confidence today? This Murong Qingfeng has already entered the middle stage of the later heaven, although it is still far inferior to Murong Xuanyu, but at this age, he can be considered a rare talent. If the situation is not favorable later, I must rescue him."

  He walked into the arena with the wind, not saying a word, and quietly faced off against Murong Qingfeng. Murong Qingfeng was the same, as if the air between them was filled with an aura that fluttered like the wind. Su Feng's dantian rotated slowly, suppressing his own aura, he had often heard his father talk about martial arts since childhood, and deeply understood the principle that gentleness cannot last forever. And Murong Qingfeng's aura, although gentle, grew more and more majestic by the minute.

  Suī fēng's first encounter with a formidable opponent, his heart wasn't tense at all. Instead, he was secretly pondering and gaining experience. Indeed, Mù Róng Qīng Fēng's aura reached its peak as he calmly spoke: "I wonder what kind of weapon Su Shǎo Xiá is fond of using? As long as you can name it, the Mù family probably has it."

  "It's just a long sword." He said calmly. At this moment, he only knew that set of unnamed sword techniques, and as for other weapons, he hadn't even touched them before.

  Soon, a servant of the Murong family came over with a long sword. Xiang Feng took the sword and let out a sword hum as he drew it from its scabbard. The sword's color was pure and its cold light was faintly visible, it was a treasured sword.

  Looking at the wind, holding a long sword, Murong Qingfeng smiled and said: "The weapon of the humble one is a fine iron black-bone fan. The entire fan surface is made of fine iron forging, you'd better be careful." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took a swift step forward, crossing over the distance of several feet between the two in just one step, his speed was incredibly fast.

  As he reacted to the wind, the fan's icy glow had already arrived in front of him. He didn't have time to think much, hastily using his Phantom Step, taking half a step forward and to the right, dodging out of the way. Even so, he could still feel a cold gust brushing past his ear, a strand of hair at his temple being silently severed, floating down to the ground. Muyong Qingfeng's move was truly too fast, almost getting him defeated in one move.

  Liang Tou'er didn't change his expression, as if he hadn't seen the crisis that had just blown by with the wind. He calmly said: "This is the Fish Leaping Dragon Gate step from the Water Dragon Chant, I didn't think a young disciple of the Murong family would have practiced it to this level."

  Murong Yu pretended not to understand the veiled sarcasm in his words and smiled, saying: "In front of the renowned Liang Shaoyou, who is known for his exceptional martial arts skills, you're using such a simple lightness skill; isn't that like an apprentice trying to show off in front of their master?"

  Liang Ze hummed softly and smiled, but didn't continue the conversation.

  As for things outside the arena, who has the mind to think about them? Secretly calculating, at this moment Mu Rong Qing Feng's old moves have become outdated, new moves are born. With a flip of his right wrist, the long sword sweeps out horizontally, its intent vast and majestic. Forcing Mu Rong Qing Feng to stop his advancing momentum, he hastily uses his fan to cover his face and protect himself.

  A crisp metallic collision sound, accompanied by sparks flying out. The sword hilts intersected, and then the counterforce pushed them back, both of them retreated several steps, and separated again.

  Feeling the numbness in his hands, Murong Qingfeng was shocked "He clearly has less inner power than me, why does he have such a huge aura?"

  The tiger's mouth was shaken numb by the wind, but he didn't care, and started to use his Phantom Steps. In two steps, his figure appeared in front of Murong Qingfeng like a dream. He activated the Wood Phase of the Nameless Sword Technique, and a light sword strike was made, silent and soundless, yet as fast as lightning.

  "This sword is coming out so fast!" Murong Qingfeng was shocked, and with a flick of his fan, it also became a long sword. His moves immediately quickened. A series of "ding" sounds could be heard, each one accompanied by sparks flying everywhere, creating a magnificent sight.

  However, Suifeng's speed was due to the advantage of his sword technique itself, while Murong Qingfeng was forcing himself to keep up with Suifeng's speed by using his internal energy. After more than a dozen hasty moves, Suifeng's body had a perfect balance of yin and yang, almost without any consumption, while Murong Qingfeng's response was somewhat tricky, and his internal energy consumption was also quite large.

  Knowing that he couldn't drag it out any longer, Murong Qingfeng suddenly mobilized his energy and heavily slapped the sword in Su Feng's hand. A massive force struck, and Su Feng was caught off guard for a moment, almost dropping his long sword. At this moment, Murong Qingfeng's left palm started to move, pushing towards Su Feng's chest.

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