Chapter 117: The Flowing Flower Sword Saint

  A humble grass hut, two feet high, two feet wide and two feet long, square and regular, is an ancient human style.

  On both sides of the thatched hut are couplets written in regular script, with "Clear spring water flowing over stone" on the left and "Flower shadows dense among people" on the right.

  There is a clear stream flowing in front of the thatched cottage, seven feet three inches deep, which is exactly the length of Hua E's Flower Slave Sword placed horizontally on his knees.

  The front of the thatched hut is a low cliff, and the source of the stream is from this cliff. The water splashes up and falls on the original stone covered with green moss.

  There is no fish in the stream, but there are flowers.

  The flowers are needle-leaf cherry blossoms transplanted from the north shore, with three trees growing in the pine forest behind the grass hut. Although the season for viewing needle-leaf cherry blossoms has already passed, those in the pine forest behind the grass hut are still in full bloom, with small flower clusters dancing in the air and eventually falling into the creek in front of the grass hut.

  The Flower Sword Saint sat cross-legged in the thatched hut, gazing at the needle-leaf cherry blossoms flowing in the creek. His right hand brushed over the blade of his Huanu sword on his knee, and a drop of dark golden blood rolled down from his fingertips, falling onto the Huanu sword. The ordinary long sword seemed to come alive as it instantly swallowed the blood droplet, and a bewitching glow like that of a flower flashed on the blade.

  The Flowing Flower Sword Saint seemed to be unaware, continuing to rub the abdomen of his finger on the Huā Nú sword, repeating it six times. Six drops of dark golden blood were swallowed by the Huā Nú sword, and the ordinary Huā Nú sword instantly became as beautiful as a flower. Six dark golden lines flashed, and dots of deep red burst forth, like falling needle-leaf cherry blossoms.

  "As you instructed, the Human Realm's Wasteland Saint has been placed in the Messenger Pavilion."

  After the Flowing Flower Sword Saint finished his daily self-cultivation, a maid with a face painted white and pink, wearing traditional cherry blossom clothes, walked up respectfully, brought warm medicinal water, and carefully wiped the wounds on the Flowing Flower Sword Saint's hands.

  "Send the message to Sanggui with one sword, and also send three two-jie boats to Su Nü's realm to take a look." The Flowing Flower Sword Saint had a smile on his face like cherry blossoms, gently stroking the maid's cheek.

  "Hi!"

  The maid hastily nodded and the Flowing Flower Sword Saint waved his hand, "Go down. I'm going to practice my sword."

  After finishing speaking, the Flowing Flower Sword Saint stood up, grasped the Flower Slave Sword with both hands, and lightly slashed at the creek in front of him. The sword energy was silently released like cherry blossoms, falling into the creek water, and the cherry blossoms brought rain, making them even more enchanting.

  The Sword Saint picked up the sword flower and beckoned to the maid, gently pinning the delicate flower, like a cherry blossom, to her hair. "Go. Tomorrow, invite Lin Jun to the dojo to admire the flowers."

  The sword energy is like silk and can become a flower, practicing nothingness into reality creates objects, this Flowing Flower Sword Saint's swordsmanship has reached the realm of being unpredictable even to ghosts and gods.

  He dismissed the maid, and the Flowing Flower Sword Saint sat cross-legged on the grass hut again. With each breath, he spat out sword energy, and with a whoosh, it was as if he had swallowed the heavens and earth. Behind him, in the pine forest, three needle-leaf cherry blossoms withered and bloomed endlessly with the Flowing Flower Sword Saint's breathing.

  Embassy, a place where foreign guests are accommodated, of course, to be eligible to stay in the embassy, your identity must be dignified enough.

  Lin Huang didn't have a noble status, but he had the strength to make anyone feel noble.

  So at the first time of descending into the Sanggui Realm, Lin Huang and his party were welcomed into the Messenger's Mansion.

  Hao Renjie didn't like the Sanggui Realm from the moment he landed, his facial expression and emotions all showed this, even if the facilities of the mansion were luxurious enough, advanced enough to rival an imperial palace.

  But Hao Renjie still felt dissatisfied.

  Tun Bao shook his head and tasted the various delicacies of the Sanggui realm, while recklessly attacking Hao Renjie.

  "You still have the passion of a young man."

  Tunbao evaluated Hao Renjie with a high-profile tone, but Hao Renjie didn't respond, his eyes carrying a warning as he scanned everything in the embassy.

  "For the Sanggui race, as a human, you must always observe them with a mind of conspiracy. Only then will you not be struck down by the Sanggui's vicious plots."

  "Hmm, hmm. I know. For example, the San Gui tribe's Ya Mei Die must have a huge conspiracy to corrupt hot-blooded young men like you. Hmm, are you sure they're not helping you master the ultimate skill of Wuzhi Shan Yin?"

  Tianbao laughed loudly, his words were so shameless that even Yuan Tiangong couldn't bear to listen.

  Hao Renjie's face turned red with anger, but he still tried to refute, "You don't understand! That is the biggest weakness of the Sanggui tribe, it will only allow us wise young people to discover the weaknesses of the Sanggui tribe from it, and stimulate our fighting spirit. One day, I will stand on this land, and fight for the liberation of all innocent Asian swallowtails with passion!"

  "Hoo-ha!" Tong Bao's exaggerated laughter came to an abrupt halt as he saw Lin Ao approaching, hastily covering his mouth and dodging behind Hao Renjie.

  Lin Huang's expression was indifferent, and he glanced at Tong Bao, "Am I that scary?"

  Swallowing the treasure and sticking out her tongue, she moved to Lin Huang's side, innocently selling Meng, "Nope. It was Hao Renjie. He said he wanted to go see the American butterfly, shameless, despicable."

  Hao Renjie lay down and was shot, his eyes brimming with tears, wanting to explain, but the steady footsteps interrupted his explanation.

  "Hey, Lord Araki. My master invites you to come to our dojo tomorrow to admire the flowers."

  It was the maid of the Flowing Flower Sword Saint, with a thick white and pink face, her features were unclear, Lin Huang didn't care about that, his gaze directly fell on the sword flower on the maid's hair bun.

  Vigorous, natural, and delicate, as if the needle-leaf cherry blossoms had bloomed directly from the maid's hair bun. Tong Bao couldn't help but feel a little curious, stretching out his hand to touch, but was stopped by Yuan Tianxia.

  Yu Tian Gang's gaze was solemn, looking at the sword flower, Hao Ren Jie also felt it, his eyes were shocked as he looked at the sword flower, he felt that if the sword flower burst open, a terrible sword energy would explode and sweep across the sky.

  "It's interesting." Lin Huang glanced at the sword flower a few times and nodded, "Tell him. I've seen the flower, no need to see the person."

  "My master is the Flowing Flower Saint Lord. His invitation, no one can refuse." The maid was very composed, even when facing Lin Huang.

  Lin Huang's gaze turned cold, and without making a move, the sword flower on the maid's hairdo shattered inch by inch, transforming into a radiant rain of light that scattered beautifully.

  "How beautiful." Tong Bao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

  The maid's face suddenly changed, revealing a look of shock and surprise, her arrogance completely lost. She lowered her head, almost touching the ground, "Yes... I will report everything to the master."

  After finishing speaking, the maid hastily retreated, never daring to look up at Lin Huang again from start to finish.

  "What's going on? Weren't you being very arrogant at first?" Tuan Bao complained.

  "That's because she thought she had her master's sword flower on her, but it turned out that she was directly annihilated by her master. She naturally became afraid." Yuantian Gang explained in a sentence.

  "This is the Great Sacred One. The Flowing Flower Saint Lord, should be the Flowing Flower Sword Saint of the Sanggui Tribe. I've heard his name, his cultivation is astonishing, he has attained the Great Sacred position. He is the most outstanding talent in a thousand years of the Sanggui Tribe, with the reputation of 'one year one withered and prosperous, one flower one world' for his Flowing Flower Sword Intent." Hao Renjie indeed had a wealth of information, and began to speak.

  "Ah, I remember. I've seen his legendary battle image where he single-handedly took down five saints. Even my old man said that he's worthy of being the master of the Divine Monument." Swallowing Treasure felt a bit apprehensive, clearly the reputation of the Flowery Sword Saint was even more intimidating than Lin Huang's.

  Lin Huang waved his hand casually and looked down at his palm, saying softly: "Ask them when they will be ready for us to leave with the star track."