Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Now, this seemingly insignificant conflict is like a huge rock being smashed into a calm lake. In an instant, water splashes everywhere, and ripples spread rapidly in all directions, one circle after another, covering a wider and wider range. The waves stirred up become more and more turbulent and more and more difficult to calm down.

The conflict between the two sides is like adding fuel to a raging fire, becoming increasingly acute, like a pair of cold, shining needles and wheat spikes, confronting each other diametrically, neither side giving in, and reaching a stalemate, which is even more difficult to resolve.

Lin Wanting, who was standing aside, opened her beautiful eyes wide, taking in all the tense situations, and her heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She had been in the underworld since she was young, and she knew the interests behind the tense situation better than anyone else present.

Both of them are figures in the martial arts world who can change the situation with just a stomp of their feet. On one side is the ruthless and decisive "Dark Night Shura", and on the other side is the justice-minded but bad-tempered "Fire Sword Master". Once the conflict between the two sides is completely intensified, it will be like dry wood meeting fire, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

By then, a bloody storm is probably inevitable. The blood rain will dye every inch of the land of the world red, and wailing will spread to every corner. The entire world may fall into turmoil because of this conflict. Countless innocent people will be involved in the disputes, and their peaceful life will become a bubble.

She was so anxious that she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest and she could no longer care about anything else.

She kicked off and rushed forward like an arrow. Her hands stretched out like lightning and she used every bit of strength in her body to tightly hold He Yuzhu's arm, as if it was the only life-saving straw she could grasp at the moment.

Her face was full of worry and anxiety, her brows were tightly knitted together, forming deep wrinkles that looked like they could pinch a fly to death.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear, as if he was about to face a catastrophic disaster.

Her voice trembled slightly from excessive nervousness, the amplitude of the trembling like a candle flickering in the cold wind, almost like crying, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Please stop fighting. I'll take you to see the master and we can talk it out. Let's resolve this matter calmly first. Don't be impulsive anymore, please!"

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the luxurious villa began to sway slowly, as if it had not moved for a thousand years, making a dull and long creaking sound, as if announcing to the world the arrival of something.

Then, from the shadow behind the door, an old man with a gloomy face walked out slowly with steady yet fierce steps.

This person has white hair and a rosy face. His white hair is like the purest first snow in winter, falling softly and gracefully on his shoulders. He naturally exudes an extraordinary and independent temperament, like an immortal who has crossed the long years and come out of an ancient scroll.

However, at this moment, his face was glowing with a red glow as strong as the sunset. This red glow did not come from healthy qi and blood, but was caused by the burning of raging anger.

His body seemed like a treasure containing endless vitality and vigor, but at this moment, it was completely covered by this rage that soared into the sky, like a volcano about to erupt, with billowing hot air wrapped in hot magma, emitting a terrifying and daunting atmosphere.

At this moment, his face was distorted by anger, like a hideous evil spirit. The terrifying anger seemed to materialize, just like a volcano about to erupt. The rolling heat wave rushed over with a majestic momentum. Wherever it went, the air trembled, making people shudder.

His eyes were like an abyss burning with raging anger, sharp as a knife, like a sword that could cut through iron like mud, its cold light piercing. He shot straight at Lin Wanting without reservation, accompanied by a cold and questioning roar that erupted from his chest: "Wanting, you traitor, you actually colluded with outsiders to attack me. I have always taught you by example, taught you everything I know, and placed high hopes on you, and yet you actually did such a treasonous thing? You are simply a wolf in sheep's clothing, repaying kindness with hatred!"

When Lin Wanting heard the master's deafening scolding, it was as if she was hit by a heavy hammer. Her whole body trembled violently, and her legs instantly became as soft as noodles. With a "thump", she fell heavily on the hard ground.

Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and every inch of her muscles switched back and forth between tense and relaxed.

At this moment, her eyes were full of fear and panic, just like a frightened deer that lost its way in the dark and deep jungle and could not find any way out.

Then, she opened her mouth in panic and began to argue. Her voice was filled with tears due to extreme fear and despair, and she seemed extremely helpless in the silent space. "Master, please listen to my explanation. I really don't want this to happen! If there is anything, we can sit down and discuss it slowly. Don't be impulsive. There must be a huge misunderstanding here. Master, please give me a chance and let me explain everything clearly. Please!"

"What is there to discuss?" Zhao Yunhai roared angrily with his eyes wide open, full of anger, as if he could spit out tangible flames.

This roar was like a thunder that exploded out of nowhere, carrying an invisible yet powerful force, echoing in the air.

In an instant, the surrounding leaves rustled and seemed to be driven by this force to dance wildly, as if to shatter everything around them.

Even the solid ground seemed to be unable to bear the weight of this roar and began to tremble slightly.

Zhao Yunhai subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, like frost covering a winter day.

The blue veins on his hands bulged out like twisted little snakes, crawling on his skin that was weathered by time and covered with wrinkles and scars.

At the same time, the aura on his body suddenly became violent, just like surging waves, rushing out one after another.

The surrounding air was being kneaded and slightly twisted by the violent fluctuations of this aura, as if by an invisible giant hand. It seemed as if the entire space was becoming shaky and unstable under his anger.

The worry on Lin Wanting's face was like a thick layer of haze, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Her brows were tightly furrowed as if under a heavy burden, and every wrinkle was filled with worry, just like two doors about to close, as if they could easily pinch and kill a fly that intruded.

The former agility in those eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by endless helplessness and helplessness, just like a bird that had strayed into a desperate situation and was trapped in an airtight cage. It flapped its wings anxiously and crashed into the cage wall again and again, but in return it only encountered frustration of running into walls everywhere, and could not find even a glimmer of an escape.

In such a chaotic situation, Lin Wanting felt as if she was trapped in a sticky spider web and couldn't move.

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but her throat felt like it was stuck in a ball of cotton, so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

After much difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables, but they were just vague and hesitant sounds. In this noisy environment, they were instantly drowned out, like a stone sinking into the ocean, all in vain.

She was hoping to find a way out of this mess, but her panicked thoughts were like a tangled mess, the more she tried to sort it out, the more tangled it became, making her more and more at a loss.

In this extremely tense atmosphere, He Yuzhu took a step forward without fear.

His eyes were firm and full of anger, like a burning flame, as if to burn everything in front of him. The burning anger seemed to be able to ignite the oppressive atmosphere.

Then he shouted, "Zhao Yunhai, you allowed your followers to commit murder and assassinate me. Do you think you can get away with hiding in this villa? Today I will settle this account with you. I, He Yuzhu, am not a soft persimmon to be bullied. I remember everything you did, and this blood debt must be settled today!"

Zhao Yunhai's mood at this moment was like the sea caught in a violent hurricane, with raging waves rolling wildly, surging and surging with depression and irritability, almost swallowing him up completely.

Thinking back to the beginning of this matter, it was just an ordinary arrangement he made in his daily life.

At that time, he ordered two of his disciples to escort a boatload of sugarcane to sell to Gao Kening.

Chapter 618

In his eyes, this was just an ordinary business, as natural as opening the window every morning to welcome the first ray of sunshine.

These two apprentices are both his favorite students who have been carefully taught and trained with all his efforts over the years. They have always been cautious and prudent in their daily actions, and their style of doing things has inherited his true style.

For them, completing such a simple task should be as easy as taking something out of a bag, without any effort, as if they were walking on a flat road and could easily reach the destination.

Who would have thought that behind this seemingly calm transaction, there were actually turbulent undercurrents, as if there was a huge whirlpool lurking beneath the calm lake surface that could stir up huge waves at any time.

Gao Kening, with a mind as deep as the abyss, used some sinister and cruel means to quietly and secretly influence his two disciples.

He was like a ghost hiding in the darkness, using sweet words as bait and the temptation of benefits as hook, and successfully bewitched the two of them.

The two seemed to be possessed by evil spirits; the clarity in their eyes had vanished, replaced by confusion and madness.

In their minds, the images of their master's earnest teachings over the years were completely erased, and their past beliefs of respecting teachers and fulfilling their duties also dissipated like smoke.

At this moment, they completely forgot their master's years of careful cultivation, and abandoned the loyalty and morality that they should have as disciples. Like puppets controlled by invisible silk threads, they embarked on the wrong path to carry out the extremely absurd task of assassinating He Yuzhu.

When Zhao Yunhai received the news, he felt a surge of nameless anger rising rapidly from the bottom of his heart, just like a piece of dry wood encountering a prairie fire. In an instant, it devoured his rationality and his eyes were burned red.

He was so angry that he subconsciously clenched his hands into fists. Each knuckle turned a sickly pale color from excessive force, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms, revealing the extreme anger in his heart.

At this moment, he was like an angry lion, exuding a terrifying aura. He paced back and forth in the room quickly, making the floor "bang bang" with every step.

He kept cursing the two good-for-nothing disciples, and every curse was filled with anger and deep disappointment. The sound seemed to contain a tremendous force, as if it could really shake the house down and make the dust on the beams fall.

But even though the rage in his heart was burning and about to burst through his chest, after all, that was his apprentice whom he had spent countless efforts and carefully taught for many years.

Especially Xu Changfeng, among the many disciples, he is like the most dazzling star, and is the seedling that the master values ​​the most and has high hopes for.

Xu Changfeng's daily diligence in practicing martial arts is touching.

Winter comes and goes, the seasons change, and the wheel of time rolls forward, but he has never slacked off for a single day.

In that scorching hot summer day, the scorching sun poured down unhindered. The ground on the training ground was scorching hot, and the soles of his shoes seemed to melt when he stepped on them. However, he was still wearing heavy training clothes and sweating profusely on the field. He gave his all in every move and every form. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

In the bitterly cold winter, the north wind whistled and swept in, cutting people's cheeks like a knife. The martial arts training ground was covered with white snow, and the sky and the earth were all silver-white. He never stopped, his hands were frozen red, and he even got frostbite, but he still practiced the skills meticulously, with a focused expression, as if the whole world was left with only him and the martial arts in his hands.

He is extremely talented, like a piece of unpolished jade. His attainments in martial arts have reached an extremely subtle realm, just like standing on the edge of a cliff. With just one step, he will be able to break through the shackles and step into a new world of transformation. From then on, he will soar into the sky and rewrite the landscape of the martial arts world.

Zhao Yunhai seemed to have a clear account book in his mind. Over the past few decades, he had opened many doors to his disciples and recruited many students. However, the only three people who could truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts were those who included his own son, whom he cherished and cultivated with great care.

In this ever-changing martial arts world, the state of transformation is the highest realm that all martial artists dream of day and night.

Stepping into the realm of transformation is like a carp that has gone through countless hardships and dangers and struggled to leap over the Dragon Gate. From then on, the fish will transform into a dragon, soaring into the sky, and be reborn.

Not only will one's own strength undergo a qualitative leap that will revolutionize the world, but one will also be able to firmly occupy a place in this treacherous and treacherous world where the strong are respected, and gain a lofty status and supreme prestige that others can hardly achieve. One's every move will attract the attention of the world.

If Xu Changfeng can successfully break through this time, he will become the fourth master of the Transformation Realm under his command.

By then, the strength of his faction will increase exponentially, and its status in the martial arts world will also rise.

Including myself, the entire sect would have 5 Transcendent Realm experts on this Luzon Island.

These five masters of the Transcendent Realm are like five anchors plunged into the deep sea, or five towering, unshakeable peaks, firmly supporting the sect's territory.

With them around, the sect will surely go one step further in the underworld of Luzon Island and become a transcendent existence that everyone in the underworld fears, dares not underestimate, and respects.

Perhaps, when the dust settles on this competition, the sect will use this great victory to accumulate sufficient strength and confidence to change the world, and from then on embark on a magnificent expansion journey.

No longer confined to the mere ten thousand acres of sugarcane forest, like a dragon trapped in shallows, it spreads its wings and flies high, rapidly pushing its sphere of influence to a vaster and more boundless land like a surging tide.

With their superb martial arts and bold strategies, they firmly controlled all kinds of rare resources and lucrative businesses, and firmly occupied an important position in the ever-changing Jianghu landscape of Luzon Island, becoming a dominant existence that was feared by all forces and respected by everyone. With their resolute brushstrokes, they wrote an immortal and glorious chapter that belonged to their sect, allowing future generations to pass on this legendary tale.

However, life often does not go as we wish.

Just as Xu Damao was completely immersed in this seemingly perfect plan and secretly looking forward to a bright future, He Yuzhu's familiar figure, which gave him a headache, suddenly appeared in his sight.

In an instant, Xu Damao felt his heart sink, as if a huge rock suddenly pressed down on him.

He watched helplessly as the beautiful vision he had carefully constructed and full of expectations was ruthlessly crushed like fragile glass the moment He Yuzhu appeared, turning into wisps of illusory and fleeting bubbles, and dissipated in the cruelty of reality.

Those two disciples were really useless. When carrying out this difficult task, they did not take Zhao Yunhai's daily teachings to heart at all. Due to their own negligence, they did not realize that they had been secretly targeted by the enemy while patrolling around the enemy camp.

Their every move was under the control of the enemy. Seeing that the time was ripe, the enemy quietly surrounded them, and the two were easily captured by the enemy.

This scene was like a heavy hammer wrapped in the power of thunder, which hit Zhao Yunhai's heart without any warning.

He was extremely anxious, as these two apprentices were the ones he had spent countless efforts and carefully cultivated.

In the past years, he taught them martial arts moves step by step, and imparted to them the experience of the martial arts world and the way of dealing with people word by word, just like two seeds he had planted in fertile soil with his own hands.

He was looking forward to them growing healthily in the sunshine and rain, and one day blooming into gorgeous flowers and bearing abundant fruits. But now, before that moment came, the two seedlings were ruthlessly attacked by a storm and were in danger.

The situation is like a storm is coming, becoming more and more critical and breathtaking.

Zhao Yunhai stood with his hands behind his back, his sword-like brows tightly knitted into the shape of a "chuan" character. His heart seemed to be in turmoil, full of difficult struggles.

He paced back and forth in the hall, each step was so heavy that it seemed as if he wanted to trample a hole in the ground.