A mob of clones

The view returns to the mysterious Wu River...

Regarding the situation of the Human List, Guimi Wuhe naturally knew what would happen after the news of the Human List spread.

He could naturally also think of what the old man in his family would think after seeing his ranking.

But he just smiled and continued his journey.

Because he knew that after this trip he could naturally go back home.

Turn back from Xijiang Pavilion, sail down the boat, enter Huanzhou, then get off the boat and mount the horse.

The Huanhua Sword Sect is located in Huanzhou, which is a place with many mountains and bad waters, as well as miasma everywhere, making it difficult to travel through. But for the mysterious Wu He, it is barely passable.

It just took four or five days to walk this way.

During this period, the human list had been announced to the world, and Guimi Wu He suddenly turned from an unknown ordinary person into a famous swordsman. He could clearly feel that when he walked on the road, the eyes of people around him looked at him differently.

But he still insisted on visiting Qi Zhengyan.

Nothing serious happened during the visit, and Qi Zhengyan had suddenly become enlightened because of the Tiancong Pills, and he had a certain status in the sect.

But it's just a little, not much.

The mysterious Wu He did not stay here for long. After delivering almost all the information, he left.

But the action was still a step too late.

Before he left Huanzhou, another person appeared in front of him.

The man was about twenty years old, but with a hint of white hair on his head. He looked a bit like Guimi Wuhe when he burned his life to welcome the Crocodile Ancestor.

However, unlike the mysterious Wu He who was burning his life, there was a hint of decay mixed in with the youthfulness, which seemed a bit out of place.

The extra tuft of white hair on the man's head looked just right. It did not affect his demeanor at all. Instead, it gave people a feeling of leisurely and vicissitudes of life.

Judging from the naked eye, the opponent seemed weak and fragile, but with the mysterious Wu He's realm, he could naturally see the difference.

The person opposite had a feeling of being one with the world just by standing there, like a green lotus taking root in the void and becoming one with the world.

Ranked twelfth on the human list, the direct descendant of the Huanhua Sword School, Young Master Qinglian Liusu, this is the identity of the person coming.

The mysterious Wu He happened to meet the other party when he was walking on the street. Although he looked helpless, he had no intention of retreating when facing the man opposite him, who looked as calm as a lake but had a fighting spirit more terrifying than a storm.

The chance meeting between the two was not really accidental.

Long before this, when the disciples and elders of the sect returned from Shaolin Temple, he had heard of the name of the mysterious Wu He and felt that he was quite interesting.

After seeing the performance of Guimi Wuhe in the updated rankings a few days ago, I felt even more deeply.

Today, he heard that the mysterious Wu He had come to Huanzhou, so he, who liked quiet and freedom, came here, which was rare for him.

At this moment, the meaning in his eyes as he looked at the mysterious Wu He was very obvious.

The two did not need any verbal communication, just a glance was enough for them to get the answer they wanted.

Mr. Liusu's expression was not concealed at all, and roughly speaking, he said - "A date?"

In response to this, Guimi Wuhe's response was naturally:

"about!"

but……

The mysterious Wu He raised his eyes and glanced around.

Looking at the not-too-wide road around him, the crowds of people watching on both sides of the road, and the various shops on both sides of the road, he looked back at Liusu and said:
"This is a busy city, so it's better not to affect others when we fight."

"The normal competition is too boring. How about we try a different way of playing?"

Young Master Liusu is also a bohemian person, so naturally he would not be interested in fighting.

After hearing what Guimi Wu He said, a hint of curiosity immediately appeared on his face.

"Oh?"

"Change your fighting style?"

"how to spell?"

In response to this, Guimi Wuhe turned his head and looked at a shop nearby.

Huanzhou is located in the south where plum rains are frequent, so there are naturally many shops selling umbrellas on the roadside.

The mysterious Wu He stretched out his hand and flicked out the silver. After the shopkeeper took the silver, thanked him with a look of surprise and walked away, he raised his hand slightly.

The true energy in his hand instantly turned into a dragon and flew out.

In just a blink of an eye, dozens or even hundreds of oil-paper umbrellas above the shop were pulled out by him.

The true energy in the mysterious Wu He's hand turned into a whirlwind, and the oil-paper umbrella flew into the sky in an instant, circling and flying in the sky like a dancing butterfly.

The mysterious Wu He was of course not polite at all. He leaped out and stepped on an oil-paper umbrella in the blink of an eye. He took a stance and pointed the sword in his hand at Young Master Liusu on the ground.

"Does Master Liusu dare to fight?"

The young man, who was about twenty years old, standing opposite, looked at the oil-paper umbrellas flying in the sky, and his eyes suddenly revealed a look of amazement.

In the next moment, this surprise turned into a smile on his face that he couldn't suppress.

Then it turned into a loud laugh.

The next moment his figure leaped up like a petal dancing lightly in the sky and landed on the house.

Then, he stepped on an opened oil-paper umbrella as light as a feather, and his figure stood there floating like a banished celestial being from heaven.

"So I wish but dare not resign."

The oil-paper umbrella floated lightly in the air. Although there was a breeze blowing it up, it was only a matter of time before it fell to the ground.

Therefore, the battle between the two needs to be quick!

Of course, Master Liusu also saw this, so he did not hesitate when taking action.

All that was heard was the crisp sound of a sword.

A green sword fell into the hands of Master Liusu.

"Brother Wu, be careful."

"Shu~"

The long sword was unsheathed, and green sword energy emerged. The long sword turned into a ray of smoke, changing unpredictably, with no one knowing where it would begin or end.

With just a light sweep, the oil-paper umbrella where the mysterious Wuhe was originally located was cut into two pieces.

As the sword light passed by, there was also a distant poem like a breeze blowing by.

"The flat forest is covered with misty smoke, and the cold mountain is sad and green."

This sword was very beautiful, but unfortunately it didn't hit anyone.

Master Liusu was not angry when he saw this, but swung his sword quickly. This time the sword light was as surging as the Yellow River, with great momentum.

"The water of the great river comes from heaven, flows to the sea and never returns."

However, all of this is not used for attack, but for blocking.

Suddenly, a red sword energy burst out from the oil-paper umbrellas that were falling like rain around.

The sword light as big as the Yellow River collided with the red sword light the moment it appeared.

However, if the sword light in Master Liusu's hand is like the Yellow River, then this red sword energy is like a meteor falling from the sky.

The moment the two collided, a violent mist spread out in all directions.

The oil-paper umbrella under Master Liusu's feet was almost instantly burned.

When the Qinglian Swordsman saw this, his expression suddenly changed and he flew backwards quickly.

However, the next moment, the sword energy burst out and blocked the attack. The true energy under his feet boiled, and in a blink of an eye, the invisible true energy competition seemed to form a green lotus under his feet.

With a light step, Master Liusu was able to fly into the air and leap several feet high. He once again found an oil-paper umbrella to rest on, so he did not fall directly to the ground and ended the game.

At this time, Master Liusu glanced around and found a flower among the flying flowers. He saw the mysterious Wuhe on it and subconsciously gave a light praise.

"It's like a long rainbow in the sky, penetrating straight down. It really lives up to its name. What a good sword technique."

In response to the other party's praise, Guimi Wuhe smiled slightly, and returned the favor with courtesy.

"Flowers appear in the void, and the feet step freely, graceful and elegant as new. It really deserves the name of Qinglian, and it is a great Qinggong."

The two figures, one clear and one red, looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, both of them knew that the test was over and it was time to get down to business.

The moment their eyes met without any hesitation, a long flash of lightning surged between their sights.

Just as an oil-paper umbrella fell from the sky and landed at the intersection of the two people's vision, two figures flew out like lightning.

"Qiang!!!"

The sound of swords rang out, and red and blue collided.

Two figures stepped on the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, and the sword light turned into an afterimage, constantly colliding.

At this time, the distance between the two was less than one meter.

The green and red sword lights almost formed two dazzling walls of true energy between the two of them.

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"The lone sail disappears into the blue sky, but the Yangtze River is still visible flowing across the horizon."

……

Liusu's posture is graceful, his sword skills are like ancient poetry, and with every move he makes, a long song floats in the air.

And Guimi Wuhe was naturally generous as well.

He was able to counter every move of Young Master Liusu's swordsmanship in front of him.

The sword in his hand was swung faster and faster.

It’s almost there, and the afterimage is as fast as lightning.

Ten moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves
The two people's auras continued to entangle, and their auras continued to undergo inexplicable changes.

It was clearly just two people fighting each other, but the constant sound of metal clashing really made people feel as if they were on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people fighting.

It's just that the two seem to be evenly matched, but in a blink of an eye it can be seen that the balance of the battle is clearly tilting towards Guimi Wuhe.

Because the oil-paper umbrellas under their feet began to shift. Master Liusu was obviously starting to fall, and he could no longer hold on.

Blood began to bloom all over Young Master Liusu's body, on his cheeks, shoulders, wrists, thighs...

Blood flowers bloomed.

Failure is like an avalanche. When it accumulates to a certain level, it will come sooner or later no matter how hard you try.

Seeing that Master Liusu had almost reached his limit, the mysterious Wu He did not hold back and swept the sword in his hand fiercely. When Master Liusu raised his sword to block, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked him out.

The terrifying and ferocious kick went straight through the sword net formed by the long sword in Young Master Liusu's hand and kicked him heavily in the abdomen.

The force of this kick was so strong that a look of pain instantly appeared on Master Liusu's face, and he flew backwards.

Under the pain, even controlling the true energy seemed difficult.

Young Master Liusu bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, using the pain on the tip of his tongue to suppress the discomfort in his abdomen. Only then did he force himself to wake up and practice his profound skills again, stepping on the green lotus, and thus he did not fail.

But even so, Young Master Liusu knew that he had lost the battle.

Guimi Wuhe's initial attack had already demonstrated the explosive power of his sword moves.

Like the previous fight where they countered each other's moves, Gongzi Liusu could clearly feel that it could hardly be called a fight, but could be completely regarded as a coaching match.

The mysterious Wu He was like an old man looking at his grandson kindly, fighting with him at the rhythm he was best at.

But even so he was defeated.

He lost this battle.

but……

"Since I can still fight, there is no way I will give up."

Young Master Liusu took a deep breath, and the flow of his true energy forced the bleeding wounds on his body to stop temporarily.

He used Qinggong to stand on the top of one of the last few oil-paper umbrellas in the sky, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at the mysterious Wu River in the distance.

The battle between the two was extremely swift, and every ray of sword light that spread out in the surroundings would inevitably break the oil-paper umbrella into pieces.

There were nearly a hundred oil-paper umbrellas originally, but now there are only three or four left in the sky.

But this also happens to be in line with the current situation.

A slightly forced smile appeared on Young Master Liusu's face, with a youthful long sword in his hand held horizontally in front of him. A faint inner energy covered it, making the entire sword emit a faint and clear light.

At this moment, he looked at the mysterious Wu River opposite with a serious look on his face:

"Brother Wu, I admit that I am not as good as you in swordsmanship."

"But it's not that easy for me to admit defeat."

"This final move of ours will determine the outcome."

In response to this, Guimi Wuhe nodded slightly without any opinion. The red true energy in his hand surged and turned into a red dragon circling around Guimi Wuhe.

This time the two did not wait, they just slashed out with their swords.

The green light and the red light collided with each other. Young Master Liusu looked at the red dragon rushing towards him and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Lost..."

The next moment, a red dragon rushed towards him, and Gongzi Liusu closed his eyes.

Just before he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his mind, as if he had really transformed into a pure lotus, taking root in the void and merging with heaven and earth.

Feeling that this time was different, although the attack was approaching, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Master Liusu's mouth.

"I'll definitely be able to use it next time..."

……

The green light and the red light disappeared, and only an oil-paper umbrella remained in the sky, slowly falling to the ground.

Just when the oil-paper umbrella was ten feet away from the ground, a hand reached out, and Guimi Wu He gently grasped it, raised the umbrella above his head, glanced at the stunned civilians around him, gave them a friendly smile, and then strode away without hesitation.

The journey continues...

There are many people ahead, and the road ahead is still long...

……

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Young Master Liusu opened his eyes again, what he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

He sat up right where he was and saw all kinds of medicines being applied to his body.

And around him, he also saw a familiar figure, it was his master.

When he saw that it was his master in person, Gongzi Liusu immediately got out of bed and saluted.

But he was stopped by his master.

"Why do you and I, the master and disciple, need to be so polite?"

But as soon as these words came out, Master Liusu's master stretched out his hand and pinched his beard, then he spoke again:

"What did you learn from this duel?"

Hearing this, Young Master Liusu pondered for a moment and said:

"There is always someone better than you."

"But I believe I'm no worse than others."

As he spoke, Young Master Liusu began to exude an inexplicable aura that was in harmony with heaven and earth.

There is a sense of harmony between man and nature.

"Now that I am strong enough, I should be able to compete with even those top ten masters on the human rankings."

Seeing this, Master Liusu's master couldn't help but reveal a bit of surprise in his eyes and nodded repeatedly.

"Not bad, not bad. Grasp this feeling and practice well. Your future will be limitless."

But in his joy, he asked again:
"So, Liusu, what do you think about this Changhong Sword Master?"

Upon hearing this, Young Master Liusu, who originally had a confident smile on his face, suddenly looked a little serious and shook his head slightly.

"I'm no match for him."

"Oh? Now you have achieved the unity of heaven and man. He only has seven orifices. You are still no match for him."

In response, Young Master Liusu nodded vigorously and said firmly:
"That's right. Not just me now, I even feel that even if I truly achieve unity between man and nature, there is still a distance between me and him."

"I'm afraid only those guys in the top five of the human rankings can compete with him."

As soon as these words came out, Master Liusu's master was stunned.

"This is Wu He, who has just become fully awake."

"Yes, that person, now he has only seven orifices..."

After Master Liusu said this, he stopped talking and the whole room fell into silence.

Everything is left unsaid.

……

Meanwhile, Shaolin.

Being in Shaolin where information was relatively isolated, Meng Qi learned the news relatively late.

The mysterious Wu He left Xijian Pavilion and even left Huanhua Sword Sect, went back home, and went out again to Xuantian Sect in Yuhuang Mountain.

He had just received the news, and at this moment he was acting as a bully in the Shaolin Temple's martial arts academy.

Although when he was practicing the Diamond Sutra, his height suddenly increased, his muscles became knotted, and golden light emanated from him, Meng Qi still felt like crying but had no tears.

But seeing those arrogant monks running away screaming in agony under your fists, Meng Qi really couldn't stop.

He had no choice but to feel the pain and happiness at the same time.

And this day...

Meng Qi beat up those arrogant monks with a reluctance, and made them stand trembling beside him. Only then did he walk out of the training ground with a reluctance.

At this moment, he saw a group of little monks surrounding the fat monk who had been ordering him around in the servants' yard, and seemed to be listening to what he was saying.

Meng Qi did not have a good face towards this fat monk, so he quickened his pace and was about to leave.

But now I hear...

"I saw that Young Master Qinglian swung his tasseled long sword and used the top sword technique "Qinglian Sword Song" from the Huanhua Sword School's magical skill "Immortal Sword of Eternal Life". He stepped on the Qinglian and jumped onto the oil-paper umbrellas that were floating in the sky."

This old monk may not have many other skills, but he is a great storyteller.

With just this one sentence, Meng Qi, who was about to leave, couldn't help but stop his legs.

The scene involuntarily emerged in my mind when I was watching the Legend of the Seven Heroes of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit before I traveled through time, where Young Hero Rainbow Cat and Little Black Tiger were fighting on the cliff with a flower umbrella.

I couldn't help but imagine such a fairy scene in my mind, and then I thought about my own fighting style, and I couldn't help but feel envious.

"If I stepped on those oil-paper umbrellas, I would probably fall down in an instant..."

Although he felt sad, Meng Qi still stretched his ears and continued to listen.

"The nicknames of Qinglian Swordsman and Changhong Sword Master are too cool."

“I don’t know what the owners of these titles are like.”

When Meng Qi was thinking about this, the image of the mysterious Wu He emerged involuntarily in his mind.

The scene of the phoenix descending to the earth when the piece was exhibited could not be erased from his mind.

Just as if it had been arranged, the fat monk's voice came into his ears again.

"And the Changhong Sword Master Wu He was not to be outdone. Facing Young Master Liusu's sword moves, he also used the Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique to slash out a fiery red sword energy, just like a siege vehicle, and instantly knocked Young Master Liusu away, with sword lights and shadows flying everywhere..."

The fat monk was dancing while telling stories, and the little monks around him were listening with great interest.

Only Meng Qi's head exploded with a bang, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself subconsciously.

"Master of the Changhong Sword? Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique? Senior Brother Wuhe."

In an instant, the figure of the mysterious Wu He overlapped with the figure of a red kitten in white clothes in Meng Qi's mind. He couldn't help but tremble all over and hold his head with his hands.

"Ah, no!"

"Isn't this right? There's something obviously wrong with this, right?" (End of this chapter)