Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

As soon as Xu Xingchen stepped into the inn, he was immediately surrounded by this warm atmosphere. His eyes quickly swept through the crowd and finally fell on a very eye-catching seat.

In that quiet and ancient corner, a young man was sitting quietly. He was very strong and sturdy, as steady as a mountain, revealing a sense of power that could not be ignored.

The face of this young man is even more unforgettable. He has a pair of thick, ink-black eyebrows and deep, bright big eyes. His eyes seem to contain endless determination and wisdom.

The young man's skin showed a healthy wheat color, which looked darker and brighter in the sun, just like the land kissed by the sun, full of vitality and energy. What's more peculiar is that although he was dressed in traditional scholar's clothes,

He was wearing a long green gown that swayed gently in the wind and a square scarf on his head, looking gentle and elegant. However, his every move did not show the fragility of a weak scholar at all. On the contrary, every movement he made revealed an air of boldness and uninhibitedness.

It is like a horse galloping on the grassland, or like the surging waves in the river or the sea, full of power and freedom.

His smile is bright and sincere, and his words and actions reveal a unique charm that makes people involuntarily attracted to him and want to get to know this seemingly ordinary yet unique young man in depth.

Sitting quietly next to the young man dressed as a scholar were two people. One of them was particularly eye-catching. She was a gorgeous girl in her youth, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was like a newly blooming flower, exuding a heart-warming fragrance.

The girl is wearing a tight-fitting outfit that is as pure and flawless as snow. The clothing fits her graceful figure tightly, outlining her exquisite curves. It not only shows the girl's softness and elegance, but also reveals a sense of power that cannot be ignored.

A long whip is hung around her waist. The whip is black and shiny, and seems ready to cut through the air at any critical moment, showing the extraordinary skills of its owner. The girl's figure is exquisite and graceful, both graceful and heroic, which makes people unable to help but fall in love with her.

The girl's watery eyes were as black as lacquer, deep and bright. When she tilted her head slightly to listen to the young man dressed as a scholar beside her, revealing her exquisite face that seemed to be carved out of flawless white jade, all the men present were amazed.

This delicate face has perfectly distributed facial features, each of which reveals the wonders of nature. There is a heroic air between her brows, which is the unique temperament bestowed by long-term martial arts practice.

And when the girl listened to the young man dressed as a scholar beside her, a faint smile on the corners of her red lips was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle. Such a girl has both the gentleness and charm of a woman and the bravery and courage of a man. She is truly a rare and extraordinary woman in the world.

The other person was a young boy in blue clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore an exquisite scholar's hat made of delicate bamboo. A light blue tassel hung gently from the edge, swaying in the wind, revealing a bit of elegance and unruliness.

He was wearing a loose green Confucian robe with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he could fly away at any time. This robe not only highlighted his otherworldly temperament, but also made his seemingly petite and slender figure seem more prominent.

The boy's face is even more unforgettable; he is extremely handsome, with delicate and profound features, like a work of art carefully crafted by a sculptor, and every line perfectly outlines his unparalleled handsomeness.

Those eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. They were also like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with wisdom and gentleness. Her nose was straight and her lips were naturally colored.

The most amazing thing is his jet-black hair, which is soft and smooth, like a waterfall cascading down from the mountains, and shiny black, like the finest silk, with a faint luster in the sun.

The long hair hangs straight down from the back of the head without the slightest mess, which instead adds a sense of dignity and tranquility. Whenever a breeze blows gently, the hair sways gently, making the surrounding air seem to become softer.

That young man possesses both the gentleness of a scholar and the unrestrainedness of a knight. The two are perfectly integrated to form his unique style, which makes people fall in love with him and intoxicated by him.

"Oh! It's true that we meet everywhere in life."

"I unexpectedly ran into acquaintances here, and they are two very special friends, Yuan Chengzhi and Xia Qingqing!"

Xu Xingchen quickly recognized the man and two women sitting at the table. The young man dressed like a scholar was none other than Yuan Chengzhi, the "Golden Snake King" with whom he had had a wonderful contest in the past.

Recalling the thrilling duel with Yuan Chengzhi, Xu Xingchen's heart is still like a surging wave that cannot calm down for a long time. It was not just a peak duel of martial arts.

It was a fierce collision of wisdom and courage between the two men, as if two souls were engaged in a silent contest in the world of martial arts. That day, the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled on the woods where they were fighting.

As if adding a bit of solemnity and sacredness to the battle, the figures of Xu Xingchen and Yuan Chengzhi appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of light and shadow. Every move they made condensed their lifelong cultivation and hard work. The moves were so exquisite that it was breathtaking.

The confrontation between the two sides is not only a contest of strength, but also an understanding and interpretation of the true meaning of martial arts. Xu Xingchen's swordsmanship is light and agile, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with the light of wisdom.

Yuan Chengzhi was famous for his strong internal strength. Every punch and kick of his was full of overwhelming force and no one could underestimate him. The two of them fought back and forth in the woods, neither giving in. Every confrontation seemed to stir up invisible sparks in the air, causing the entire space to tremble.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Xu Xingchen relied on his extraordinary wit and keen insight to constantly look for Yuan Chengzhi's flaws; while Yuan Chengzhi supported himself with his indomitable will and profound inner strength.

Although that duel happened a long time ago, the exhilarating feeling still makes Xu Xingchen reminisce endlessly, because he wants to draw strength and inspiration from every detail of that duel.

However, the legendary Golden Snake Sword, the magic weapon once held by Yuan Chengzhi, the "Golden Snake King", is now lying quietly in his mysterious system space.

The young man in blue sitting next to Yuan Chengzhi seemed to be a handsome young man at first glance, but he could not hide from Xu Xingchen's eyes, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that this person is not a man, but a beautiful girl who has transformed into a handsome young man - Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing's appearance is like a breeze blowing through one's heart, making people involuntarily think of that brief but unforgettable encounter, although the intersection between oneself and Xia Qingqing was limited to an accidental "kiss... uh, no, it was just a chance encounter".

But the throbbing and embarrassment of that moment is still a warm and slightly shy memory in Xu Xingchen's heart. He couldn't help but shake his head gently, pulling his thoughts back to reality, and thought to himself: "It seems that the world is so big, and fate is always wonderful."

But Xu Xingchen didn't recognize the beautiful girl in a snow-white tight-fitting outfit who was sitting at the same table with Yuan Chengzhi and Xia Qingqing. He wondered in his heart, who is this girl? Why is she traveling with Yuan Chengzhi and Xia Qingqing?

Xu Xingchen walked through the crowd and finally found an empty table by the window and sat down, ready to wait for the food to be served. Outside the window was a bustling street scene with people coming and going, and it was very lively, but his mind at the moment was not here at all. He gently patted the dust off the hem of his clothes.

His eyes kept sweeping over the direction of Yuan Chengzhi, Xia Qingqing and the gorgeous girl in a snow-white tight-fitting outfit. At this moment, his heart was filled with doubts and speculations.

"Why did Yuan Chengzhi come to the Song Dynasty instead of staying in the Shandong Golden Snake Camp in the Qing Dynasty to think about how to resist the Qing Dynasty? Is he not going to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Could it be that his goal has changed or he has made some new plans?"

After Xu Xingchen sat on the chair, he looked at Yuan Chengzhi and Xia Qingqing and thought to himself.