The silver masked man in black turned the horse’s head around and left. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared under the harmonious moonlight. Linghu Shui Yue really wanted to follow him to see if he really was Zhu You Hong or not. But the other person spurred the horse to top speed with whip, how would she, someone who couldn’t even use qinggong, catch up? Hanging her head to look at the so-called book of secret martial art scriptures, she noticed the book in her hand was already yellowed with age, a thin booklet with the four words”Sun Moon Divine Technique” written on it.
Sun Moon Divine Technique? Wha! It’s actually a divine technique! How could that man in black give it to her for free? The people of ancient times cherished their martial arts very much. Usually, the martial arts wasn’t lightly passed down to another. Was this dimension’s people an exception? Or was it that this “Sun Moon Divine Technique” was only an ordinary secret martial art scripture. For that person, it was just child’s play?
She flipped a page. Inside was all ancient characters, crammed full of writing. It retained many free-hand poses for practicing martial arts. Linghu Shui Yue, half-believing and half in disbelief, tucked the book into her sleeve and turned back to General’s Manor.
How could Linghu Shui Yue have known, when “Silver-Faced Deity of Hell” gave the “Sun Moon Divine Technique” to her, he was a little loathe to part with it. That was the phenomenal martial art book that he just recently underwent all kinds of hardships and difficulties in order to snatch.
In the Western Suburbs, the moon was like water. The sheer curtains were fluttered by an unseen wind in the pavilion. Clothed in snow-white clothes, Sikong Yufei was currently strumming the zither. The music of his zither was at times like the flowing water of a tall mountain and at other times, it was like falling flowers swirling. Like pearls and jade splashed with water droplets, from time immemorial, an excited stone starling the waves, making those who hear ripple with emotion, their hearts surging with deep emotion….
Suddenly, a black shadow idly appeared like a deity in front of Sikong Yufei and sat down on the previously arranged bamboo and rattan chair.
There wasn’t a trace of rippling emotion on Sikong Yufei’s face as he watched him take off the silver mask on his face, revealing an unmatched handsome face and very charismatically pulled out a folding fan, gently swaying it.
The music of the zither abruptly stopped. There was a smile on Sikong Yufei’s lips as he asked, “The Sun Moon Divine Technique has been given to her?”
“Hn, given out. It’s just a pity! It wasn’t easy to obtain that secret martial art scripture and now it’s handed over on a silver platter. Can she practice it? Even benwang can’t practice.”
Sikong Yufei mysteriously pinched his fingers to divine, “Ninth lord giving her the secret scripture killed two birds with one stone. There’s no need to scowl nor is there a need to feel pity for a secret martial art scripture.”
Zhu You Hong indolently leaned back on the chair, a little cross saying, “Would benwang care about a secret martial art scripture? It’s just that girl can’t appreciate what’s good for her! She actually repeatedly gives out benwang’s jade pendant casually, not taking it seriously at all!” Whose jade pendant was it? It was his, You wang, Zhu ninth lord!
“Oh? Ninth lord is livid because of this? She and you are fated by heaven. You should resign yourself to your fate!” Sikong Yufei rubbed his jaw, unruffled as he spoke serenely.
“What fated by heaven? Benwang doesn’t feel anything for her.” Zhu You Hong snorted. Though he greatly admired Sikong Yufei’s power of divination, he really didn’t want to agree on this matter.
“You two will come to love each other over time. It’s not love at first sight. Didn’t your injury go through her hand and you miraculously overcame a trial?”
Reminded of this, Zhu ninth lord’s expression was chilly, the stirring of interest was suppressed. In the past, once his internal injury flared up, how could it be that it would get better after inserting some acupuncture needles? It was either the Yin cold penetrating the bones or Yang steaming sweating profusely from the heat. The internal and vital organs were like being burned and set ablaze by fire.
The silver masked man in black turned the horse’s head around and left. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared under the harmonious moonlight. Linghu Shui Yue really wanted to follow him to see if he really was Zhu You Hong or not. But the other person spurred the horse to top speed with whip, how would she, someone who couldn’t even use qinggong, catch up? Hanging her head to look at the so-called book of secret martial art scriptures, she noticed the book in her hand was already yellowed with age, a thin booklet with the four words”Sun Moon Divine Technique” written on it.
Sun Moon Divine Technique? Wha! It’s actually a divine technique! How could that man in black give it to her for free? The people of ancient times cherished their martial arts very much. Usually, the martial arts wasn’t lightly passed down to another. Was this dimension’s people an exception? Or was it that this “Sun Moon Divine Technique” was only an ordinary secret martial art scripture. For that person, it was just child’s play?
She flipped a page. Inside was all ancient characters, crammed full of writing. It retained many free-hand poses for practicing martial arts. Linghu Shui Yue, half-believing and half in disbelief, tucked the book into her sleeve and turned back to General’s Manor.
How could Linghu Shui Yue have known, when “Silver-Faced Deity of Hell” gave the “Sun Moon Divine Technique” to her, he was a little loathe to part with it. That was the phenomenal martial art book that he just recently underwent all kinds of hardships and difficulties in order to snatch.
In the Western Suburbs, the moon was like water. The sheer curtains were fluttered by an unseen wind in the pavilion. Clothed in snow-white clothes, Sikong Yufei was currently strumming the zither. The music of his zither was at times like the flowing water of a tall mountain and at other times, it was like falling flowers swirling. Like pearls and jade splashed with water droplets, from time immemorial, an excited stone starling the waves, making those who hear ripple with emotion, their hearts surging with deep emotion….
Suddenly, a black shadow idly appeared like a deity in front of Sikong Yufei and sat down on the previously arranged bamboo and rattan chair.
There wasn’t a trace of rippling emotion on Sikong Yufei’s face as he watched him take off the silver mask on his face, revealing an unmatched handsome face and very charismatically pulled out a folding fan, gently swaying it.
The music of the zither abruptly stopped. There was a smile on Sikong Yufei’s lips as he asked, “The Sun Moon Divine Technique has been given to her?”
“Hn, given out. It’s just a pity! It wasn’t easy to obtain that secret martial art scripture and now it’s handed over on a silver platter. Can she practice it? Even benwang can’t practice.”
Sikong Yufei mysteriously pinched his fingers to divine, “Ninth lord giving her the secret scripture killed two birds with one stone. There’s no need to scowl nor is there a need to feel pity for a secret martial art scripture.”
Zhu You Hong indolently leaned back on the chair, a little cross saying, “Would benwang care about a secret martial art scripture? It’s just that girl can’t appreciate what’s good for her! She actually repeatedly gives out benwang’s jade pendant casually, not taking it seriously at all!” Whose jade pendant was it? It was his, You wang, Zhu ninth lord!
“Oh? Ninth lord is livid because of this? She and you are fated by heaven. You should resign yourself to your fate!” Sikong Yufei rubbed his jaw, unruffled as he spoke serenely.
“What fated by heaven? Benwang doesn’t feel anything for her.” Zhu You Hong snorted. Though he greatly admired Sikong Yufei’s power of divination, he really didn’t want to agree on this matter.
“You two will come to love each other over time. It’s not love at first sight. Didn’t your injury go through her hand and you miraculously overcame a trial?”
Reminded of this, Zhu ninth lord’s expression was chilly, the stirring of interest was suppressed. In the past, once his internal injury flared up, how could it be that it would get better after inserting some acupuncture needles? It was either the Yin cold penetrating the bones or Yang steaming sweating profusely from the heat. The internal and vital organs were like being burned and set ablaze by fire.
