Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 685 - 13 Wind and Thunder (Two in One)_2

Their martial arts skills originally seemed comparable, with Hong Luoyu possessing unmatched Qinggong abilities in the world, and his attack techniques flowing between Yin and Yang, while the Taoist stood above everyone present at this place. At this moment, Hong Luoyu was simply applying his Qinggong movement techniques at will, and was naturally intercepted.

Hong Luoyu cursed and turned around to look, the white-haired Taoist smiled and said softly,

"Let him stay there alone."

Hong Luoyu frowned, not intending to suppress the anger welling up inside him, but then he heard the Taoist add another sentence. If he went over now, he would inevitably be thrown into the sky as a means of venting his frustration, and wouldn’t that be a considerable loss?

Only then did Hong Luoyu hold back his original intention, but it seemed he was still rather displeased, his voice muttering nonstop.

The others, however, could only hear indistinct muttering.

The Ancient Taoist retracted his right hand and stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the back of the green-robed scholar. Ci Yuan glanced at the white-haired Taoist, then stood with one hand raised before his chest in the Buddha’s gesture of holding a flower and smiling, saying,

"Amitabha..."

......…

Jiangnan Road, a bit further north.

Yet the Central Plains should be to the south of this spot.

Xue.

Most people in Jianghu only knew of the existence of such a family clan, but very few knew its location.

Even those who stumbled upon this information by various serendipitous circumstances rarely dared to step through the threshold of this millennium-old Noble Clan. Mostly, it was only the noble clans of Jianghu, grandmasters, and hermits with ties to this family from hundreds of years ago who could seize the opportunity to glimpse its true face.

There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings.

Underneath, someone was drinking.

While the conversation touched on some mundane matters, there were also talks about having found some good liquor recently, planning to find a time to deliver it to the Xue Family’s mountain villa on the mountain, not knowing why the scholars there could indulge in such heavy drinking.

One of the drinkers took a swig and noticed a woman in white walking past on the road. Her appearance was plain and yet seemed to possess an indistinct charisma; perplexingly hard to describe, just one glance was enough to render her unforgettable.

The young drinker, for some reason, subconsciously averted his gaze, and by the time he wanted to look again, he could no longer see her silhouette, his face a portrait of loss. He examined the liquor in his cup, attributing the confusion to having drunk a bit too much and mistook what he saw.

As someone nearby offered more drinks, he continued to guzzle the alcohol.

The woman in white walked forward casually as if admiring the local scenery, yet her pace did not falter, and in just a few steps she had covered a distance of dozens of yards, clearly practicing the Qinggong technique of the Taoist Sect that could span vast distances in a single step.

Nowadays, not many in the Taoist Sect could master this Dharma, all of whom were old men with white beards and hair. Yet, this woman appeared to be no more than twenty years of age at most.

Great swathes of green mountains stretched on.

A young master sat leisurely on a piece of bluestone jutting out a foot from the mountain, as if it were the extended right hand of an Immortal. His clothing draped over the stone, he propped himself on the stone with one hand, the other grasping a wineskin, taking a glance at the landscape below before taking a hearty drink.

His hair was as black as ink.

Tied with a red silk ribbon.

His features were clear and spirited, as if he was sharing drinks face-to-face with the scenery of Heaven and Earth.

He took another sip of wine and suddenly laughed, saying,

"It’s indeed rare for an outsider to find such a lovely spot."

"You have good taste, miss."

Standing behind him was a young woman in white, her right wrist adorned with a rhombus-shaped device from the Mo Family, her expression serene and gentle, her face as insubstantial as a cloud on the horizon or a stream flowing through the mountains.

The young master spoke with an affable and bold disposition.

The woman in white, however, did not engage with him.

From the mountain’s southern perspective, one could vaguely see a villa, with stone steles standing proudly as if it were an academy for scholars, but she knew that further inside, past the dragon head and the tails of three formations, one could enter the true interior of the villa.

The formations were incredibly large and intricate, rivaling the Taoist Sect’s ’Three Thousand Cranes Dancing in the Sky’ Formation, and countless wealthy merchants had yearned to spend their fortunes for a millennium of prosperity, yet none could ever achieve their desire.

There were only three places in the world that boasted such levels of protection.

This place was undoubtedly one of them.

Safety bought at the price of an Emperor’s life, naturally had to be worth the cost.

The woman gazed at the undulating mountains and murmured softly,

"Wrath rolls over the cities of the world; hands wield the power to turn back Heaven."

"Hidden among shadows, the Three-Eared Ghost Walking Technique; the Hundred Days Tempered Dagger Technique exhausts in a single day."

The young man in green, apparently with excellent hearing, overheard from a distance, applauded softly in praise, and laughed,

"The poem is well written."

The woman in white said indifferently, "Is it only the poem that’s good?"

The young master, who was either drinking on his own or inviting the mountain to join him in his revelry, laughed and said,

"Since you’ve recited a poem, naturally I’m complimenting the poetry. If you were to come alone, I’d praise your poise; if you brought wine, I’d commend your drinking capacity. Many things in the world are inherently good."

The woman in white frowned and asked,

"Even if I wanted to kill you?"

The indifferent young master gestured toward the structures beyond the green hills and said,

"Although I am able to come out here for a drink, I cannot wander far from there."

The woman, who had maintained a shallow expression throughout her journey, finally furrowed her brows tightly, looking at the young master who resembled the description in the records, seemingly unwarlike, and asked,

"Are you truly Xue Shuang?"

Xue Qinshuang, who had enjoyed the reputation of being the most talented martial artist of the younger generation for over a decade, nodded, then lifted the wineskin in his hand for a drink, raising it as if to offer, and said with a beaming smile,

"Care for a drink?"