A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 913 can still be rescued! (Please subscribe to the full version!)

Originally, Hua Shier had come into contact with the Drunken Taoist and thought that everyone in the Emei Sect was such a reasonable person, and guessed that the Laughing Monk's behavior was just a personal one. But he never expected that it turned out that it was not the leaves that were rotten, but the roots.

After meeting the Laughing Monk's master, the Ascetic Monk, he finally understood why the Laughing Monk was so arrogant and unable to distinguish right from wrong. The reason was all because of his master.

After just two sentences, Hua Twelve felt as disgusted as if he had stepped on dog shit, so he couldn't help but trick the other person into coming closer and spit at him.

He felt so happy when he spat in the other person's face.

Hua Shier was very happy, but the ascetic monk was stunned. He was the second disciple of Changmei Zhenren, a terrestrial immortal, and one of the three famous East China Sea immortals in the world of cultivation. Yet, he was spat on in the face of others today.

  What a bolt from the blue!

What a shame!

Even in his nightmares as a child he had never imagined such a thing could happen.

  When he came to his senses, his eyes were red, his mind was unstable, and he shouted angrily:

"How brave!"

He made sword gestures and was about to take the head of this dog emperor.

At this moment, Ximen Chuxue held the hilt of the sword, ready to attack at any time. After Hua Shier spit out that breath, he was already prepared. He could take out the vibranium shield to defend himself at any time, and then release the sword to counterattack.

But at this moment, the drunk Taoist rushed over and grabbed the hand of the ascetic monk:

"Brother, you can't do that. Don't forget what the headmaster said. He is the emperor of today. He is blessed by the luck of the human race and protected by hundreds of spirits. If you hurt him, not only you, but also my Emei will suffer backlash. Don't make a big mistake."

The ascetic monk suddenly woke up from his anger, and reason regained his strength, with a trace of humiliation and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

  On the contrary, Hua Twelve's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this. He spat, not only to vent his anger, but also to test the other party. He also wanted to see if his identity as the emperor was useful. Now he saw...

Thanks to my drunk brother for the important information!!!

"Heh, tui!"

Hua Twelve spitted at him again.

Unfortunately, this time the ascetic monk reacted very quickly. With a thought, he used his true energy to protect his body and blocked this wave of attacks which were not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Hua Shier was unyielding and was not afraid of the other party's counterattack, so he attacked directly. While spitting, the M500 appeared in his hand. He fired six shots in an instant, hitting the center of the eyebrows, eyes, Tanzhong, Dantian, and genitals.

The ascetic monk was spat on again. Although he was not hit, he could not help feeling nauseous and was extremely angry. However, he was protected by the golden body of the emperor and could not fight back. He wanted to leave immediately. If he could not fight, he could hide.

But before he could get away, he saw the dog emperor take out a strange silver musket and shoot at him.

  The ascetic monk sneered in his heart. With his cultivation as an earthly immortal and his true energy protecting his body, he was hard to be hurt by swords and knives. Why would he be afraid of a few lead bullets?

But in an instant, the ascetic monk felt a warning in his heart, realizing the danger. He immediately released the invisible flying sword he had refined, and used the sword light to wrap himself up and flew away.

But it was too late. Although he was extremely fast and missed five of the six shots, the sixth bullet hit the target.

The demon-destroying bullet broke through the protective sword light and hit the sword light directly.

The sword light that just rose up instantly shattered, a flower of blood burst out behind the ascetic monk, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

The monk covered his back door with one hand, blood gushed out from between his fingers. He screamed in pain and jumped high in pain.

  Hua Twelve fired six shots, hitting the center of the eyebrows, eyes, tanzhong, dantian, and lower yin. The ascetic monk used the sword light to roll himself away and ran away, but turned around and flew backwards, and ended up dodging five bullets. However, the bullet that was originally meant for the center of the eyebrows flew up because of him, and by chance, it crippled a Ju flower.

Hua Twelve was very happy and thought that there should be some background music at this time:

  JU flowers are withered, shot, perhaps heartbroken at this moment, blood wrapped in orange, flowing quietly down

This was not the first time he had fought with others, so he naturally knew the underworld rules that when hatred was irreconcilable, it was better to strike first and then get the advantage, and it was better to strike last and then get the victim, and to take advantage of the patient's weakness to kill him.

So since Hua Shier had started, he had no intention of letting the ascetic monk go. He fired the M500 at the ascetic monk repeatedly.

But the hit just now was because the two people were half a foot apart, which was too close. Now, although the ascetic monk was seriously injured, the distance was widened. The latter was dragging his seriously injured body, jumping and hopping, and no bullet hit him.

The drunk Taoist didn't know what to do at this time, and kept persuading him: "Your Majesty, calm down, Your Majesty, calm down, we can discuss things together."

Seeing that the Demon-Breaking Spear could not hit the target, Hua Shier released the Heavenly Sword and slashed at the ascetic monk.

The drunk Taoist didn't expect that the emperor also knew how to wield a sword, so he quickly released his flying sword to block him.

But at this moment, behind Hua Twelve, a sword light suddenly appeared, and Ximen Chuxue's sword was unsheathed, slashing at the drunk Taoist's flying sword.

When the two swords collided, there was a crisp sound of "ding". The drunk Taoist's flying sword was blocked, but Ximen Chuxue's sword made of black iron from the Western Regions was directly broken into two sections.

On the other side, the ascetic monk had suppressed the severe pain, felt the flying sword coming, and roared: "I will fight you to the death!"

With a pointed finger, he released an invisible flying sword towards the Yitian Flying Sword. The sword light of the Yitian Flying Sword suddenly became scattered, and a soybean-sized gap appeared on the sword's edge, which had always been indestructible.

Hua Twelve's mind was shocked and he was immediately hit back.

The ascetic monk was about to take advantage of the situation and release his flying sword to kill the emperor, but the drunk Taoist pointed his finger and his flying sword rolled into nothingness. The next moment, the sound of metal clashing was heard, and it turned out that he blocked the attack of the invisible flying sword for Hua Twelve.

The monk was immediately furious: "Brother, you dare to stop me?"

The drunk Taoist urged: "Brother Kuxing, please put the overall situation first."

The ascetic monk then remembered what the headmaster had told him. The prosperity of Emei was of vital importance. If he hurt the emperor and caused himself and his sect to suffer a backlash in fortune, he would have ruined his master Changmei's thousand-year plan and become the eternal sinner of the Emei sect.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and the sword light rolled back, wrapped around his body, soared into the sky, and went towards Emei. In the distance, there was a roar, shaking the earth and heaven, like thunder in a drought, but no matter how you listened to this roar, it was filled with a strong sense of aggrieved.

Hua Shier knew that unless he used the Eye of Erlang Shen, he would not be able to hurt the opponent again. However, the Eye of Erlang Shen was his trump card, which might be of great use in the future, so he did not want to expose it to Emei at this time.

  He immediately recalled the Heavenly Sword and shouted at the back of the ascetic monk:

"Ascetic monk, I have something to say to you, my teacher and I. Don't pretend to be cool in the future. If you do, you will be struck by lightning!"

The sword light that was going away fluctuated. It was obvious that the ascetic monk had heard Hua Twelve's roar. The next moment, he accelerated at full speed and disappeared in an instant.

  The drunk Taoist smiled bitterly, put away his flying sword, and bowed to Hua Twelve:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will apologize to you on behalf of Senior Brother Kuxing!"

  Hua Twelve looked at the damaged Yitian Flying Sword with heartache, put the flying sword back into his body to nourish it, and waved his hand:

"This matter has nothing to do with the Taoist priest!"

He saw clearly just now that the Drunken Taoist attacked him in order to stop him from releasing his sword to hurt the ascetic monk. Then the ascetic monk turned around and used his invisible flying sword to hurt him, and the Drunken Taoist also attacked to block it.

This is a person who mediates a fight.

Although Hua Twelve was confident that he would not be hurt by the invisible flying sword, he appreciated the kindness of the drunk Taoist who had just resisted the invisible flying sword. However, he still had to make it clear. Hua Twelve said lightly:

"I hit it off with the Taoist priest right away, but I didn't expect Senior Brother to have such an attitude. He keeps talking about the number of days when he opens his mouth and keeps talking about the number of days when he closes his mouth. I guess this is also the attitude of your sect!"

"If my guess is correct, Emei has already believed that the Ming Dynasty is about to fall, so they can disrespect me, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and kill me at will. When you return to Emei, please tell the headmaster that as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I must avenge my subjects. From now on, our two families are enemies, not friends. Of course, you are not included. You are a good person, and I am willing to make friends with you."

When the drunk Taoist heard Hua Twelve's reasonable words, he felt more and more that he was in the wrong. He used to be a carefree and unrestrained person in the world of games, but now he felt ashamed and his face was a little hot.

He sighed deeply: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this. It really shouldn't have happened. It really shouldn't have happened."

Hua Twelve waved his hand and said, "Sorry for bothering you today. Goodbye!"

After saying this, he started walking away, and Ximen Chuxue followed him.

The drunk Taoist personally saw the two of them off and tried several times to persuade them to stay, but when he thought about the strained relationship between the two sides, he finally sighed.

After Hua Shier and Ximen Chuxue had already left, Yan Renying, who had come out to see them off, said softly:

"Master, go back!"

The drunk Taoist nodded and closed the mountain gate with his disciple. Then he said:

"I always feel that His Majesty is not someone you can easily deal with. If any of the disciples in the sect want to make things difficult for him in the future, you must not get involved!"

Yan Renying nodded and said, "Disciple will remember this!"

On the other side, Hua Shier and Ximen Chuxue left Biyun Temple, and then Hua Shier said to Ximen Chuxue:

"I caused your sword to be destroyed, and I will give you a better one later!"

  Ximen Chuxue looked at the broken sword that had been sheathed and shook his head:

"Your sword-wielding skills are worth a fortune, so what is my sword worth?"

Hua Twelve laughed and patted Ximen Chuxue on the shoulder: "I knew you were the best, Xiaoxi, you definitely won't blame me!"

Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "Take your hands away!"

  Hua Twelve simply put his arm around his shoulders and said:

"Xiao Xi, let me tell you something. I originally thought that my Heavenly Sword was indestructible, but I didn't expect that it would be damaged when it was touched by this flying sword. I will find a way to upgrade the sword and make a good sword for you!"

Ximen Chuixue rolled his eyes helplessly and nodded: "Okay!"

Hua Shier was not in a hurry to return to the capital or Fuso, so he took Ximen Chuxue to travel around Sichuan.

Not long after, they passed Chongqing and arrived at Wu Gorge. Hua Shier, who had just come from Chengdu, was full of energy and high spirits, but he sighed more and more as he walked, and his mood became less good. Ximen Chuxue asked him several times, but he would not tell her why.

That day, the two men sailed down the Wu Gorge and came to a narrow mouth of the river. The water here was extremely fast and undercurrents were surging. The boat was moving very fast and the boatman had to concentrate on controlling the boat.

But at this time, a passenger ship was coming from the opposite direction, and was carried by the undercurrent and crashed into this ship.

The sudden scene made Hua Twelve unable to react and figure out how to avoid the collision of the two ships. He had to use the divine power in his body to protect the passenger ship under his feet.

The next moment, the two ships collided heavily, one was going downstream, and the other was stirred by the undercurrent, and both passenger ships were carrying a tremendous impact.

Hua Twelve's ship was protected by his divine power and did not even shake. The force of the collision was all borne by the oncoming ship. As a result, the opposite passenger ship was shattered, and the boatmen and passengers on board fell into the rapids.

The boatmen on this side were all dumbfounded. In such a rapid, the passenger ship could be swept far away in an instant, and it was impossible to rescue people.

When they were busy trying to stop the boat, Hua Twelve, who was standing on the boat, grabbed the people who fell into the water in mid-air. He grabbed all the people who were floating in the water one by one.

There were two boatmen, a middle-aged man in white clothes, and an old man with gray hair. The person who was rescued in the end was a young girl who had choked on the water and was coughing continuously.

At this time, the white-haired old man shouted, "My daughter is still in the water!" Then he struggled to get up, took a step forward, and was about to jump into the water again.

The middle-aged man in white who was traveling with him also jumped up and fell into the water without saying a word.

It seems that both of them are using Qing Kung Fu, which is quite good and can be regarded as masters.

  However, they were not as high as Hua Twelve and Ximen Chuixue. As soon as they jumped into the air, Hua Twelve, who was ahead of them, kicked them back one by one.

"Stop messing around, let me do it!"

You have to know that there are undercurrents in the water. Just now when they fell into the water, the two guys paddled so hard that it was uncertain whether they could get out of the water.

  After the two men fell back onto the boat, they wanted to jump into the water again, but Ximen Chuxue pressed one of them on the shoulder, and they were unable to move in an instant:

"Don't make trouble. If he can't be saved, it's useless for you to go down!"

The two men still wanted to struggle, but when they looked up at the water, they saw the man who had kicked them just now stepping into the rapids, not sinking in the water, and walking on the waves. They were immediately shocked by this scene and thought they had met an immortal.

Hua Twelve stepped on the water and activated the microscopic ability of "Erlang Shen's Eye" to look underwater. Although the water was fast, it was very clear. With the help of Erlang Shen's Eye, he quickly found the target and saw a slender figure being sucked into the underwater undercurrent whirlpool, floating up and down in the water.

He stepped over the water, and slapped out with his palm, making a sound like a dragon's roar. He used the Dragon Subduing Palm to shock the area for a hundred miles and dispersed the whirlpool. Then he used the Dragon Catching Skill to grab the air, and the graceful figure broke out of the water. He held her in his arms, and she turned out to be a very beautiful girl, but she was unconscious at this time.

Hua Shier took a step, and his whole body floated like a fairy, landing on the boat again.

"Yingqiong, Yingqiong!"

The gray-haired old man quickly took the girl over, and when he saw that his daughter had no breath or heartbeat, he cried out in grief.

  The middle-aged man in white also came up to check. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh. The young girl who was rescued earlier rushed over and cried:

"Sister Yingqiong, wake up, wake up!"

Hua Twelve was so worried. It turned out that there was no one who knew how to give first aid. What was the point of you rushing over here?

He coughed lightly and said, "Well, everyone, I think this girl can still be saved."

  (Some people should have guessed who these are. They appear early because of the plot. Please don’t delve into it.)

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