Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

For a moment, the sounds of tables and chairs colliding, clothes rubbing against each other, and the noise of whispered conversations were intertwined throughout the Yuelai Inn, but were soon drowned out by the more urgent footsteps.

The owner of Yuelai Inn hid behind the counter, his face as pale as paper, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes full of worry and helplessness. He knew very well that these gangsters often acted without considering the consequences, and once they started fighting, the whole inn might be destroyed.

Therefore, he could only watch the guests flee one by one, but he was powerless to do anything. The waiter stuck closely to the shopkeeper, his whole body trembling slightly, and he secretly glanced around from time to time, fearing that the uninvited guests would suddenly enter their field of vision.

As the footsteps got closer, the atmosphere in the lobby became more and more depressing. A suffocating silence filled the air, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The entire first floor of Yuelai Inn seemed exceptionally quiet and empty at this moment. Apart from the table on the right by the window where Xu Xingchen was sitting alone, there was only another table where Yuan Chengzhi, Xia Qingqing and Jiao Wan'er were sitting.

There was no one at the other tables. In the center of the inn, an unusual confrontation was quietly taking place. Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the master and disciple Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo. The air around them was filled with tension and uneasiness.

Xu Xingchen, who was sitting not far away, did not seem to be bothered by the sudden tense atmosphere. He sipped fine wine and chewed delicious food leisurely, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Xu Xingchen's eyes occasionally swept over the people confronting each other over there, especially when he noticed that the brat named Yang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was accompanied by a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The girl looked like a fairy walking out of a painting. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling with a soft and mysterious luster.

Her hair swayed gently, weaving a silent melody in the breeze. Her curved eyebrows hung like a crescent moon above her beautiful eyes, which revealed an indescribable agility and depth.

Under the straight and graceful nose is an oval face that looks like a blooming flower. Her skin is crystal clear, like the finest white jade, or like a mountain top covered with the first snow, pure and flawless, exuding a faint cold fragrance.

Her cheeks are slightly flushed, like shy peach blossoms in the morning light, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to this beautiful face. Her figure is graceful and slender, and every inch of her lines perfectly outlines the feminine beauty.

Standing there like this, she seemed like the most beautiful scenery in the world, pure and elegant, untainted by dust.

"Hmm? This is Lu Wushuang!"

Xu Xingchen looked at the beauty in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he secretly admired her in his heart.

He had never thought that he would be able to meet such an extraordinary woman in real life. Her beauty and temperament far exceeded the image of Lu Wushuang that he had imagined any actor could interpret when he watched the film and television work "The Return of the Condor Heroes" in modern times.

In Xu Xingchen's memory, although those Lu Wushuangs on the screen all had their own merits, they were ultimately just actors who played the role and could not truly touch the soulful charm of the original work.

But now, the Lu Wushuang in front of him made Xu Xingchen feel unprecedentedly shocked.

"Oh my god. This is a hundred times more beautiful than the Lu Wushuang played by those actors in the modern TV series The Return of the Condor Heroes!"

Xu Xingchen gently shook the wine glass in his hand, the wine swirling in the glass, and he thought to himself.

the other side.

"Brother Yuan, it's the female devil who kills people without blinking an eye [Red Snake Fairy] Li Mochou!"

At this moment, Jiao Wan'er's beautiful eyes seemed to be lit up, flickering with sparks of surprise and recognition. In just a moment, she immediately recognized the Taoist nun in front of her who was wearing a light yellow Taoist robe and had a pretty face.

It was the notorious female devil [Red Snake Fairy] Li Mochou who caused countless bloody storms in the martial arts world.

Feeling Jiao Wan'er's subtle and uneasy trembling beside him, Yuan Chengzhi couldn't help but turn his head slightly, his eyes full of tenderness and care. He carefully looked at Jiao Wan'er's pretty face.

The face that usually always had a smile on it now looked a little pale and nervous. A warm current surged in Yuan Chengzhi's heart, and he nodded gently, as if to comfort Jiao Wan'er beside him not to be too nervous.

Afterwards, Yuan Chengzhi deliberately lowered his voice to make it deep and firm. He knew that at this critical moment, any panic could cause unnecessary trouble, so he answered in the calmest manner.

"Well! Let's not act rashly for now. Let's wait and see what happens. We can't act rashly. When we really have no choice, it won't be too late for us to take action."

Yuan Chengzhi's words flowed like a clear mountain spring, and every word contained a steady and calm power. His voice was neither high nor low, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the fog in people's hearts and give people an inexplicable sense of security.

No matter facing violent challenges or undercurrents, Yuan Chengzhi can always maintain a clear mind and decisive judgment, as if everything is under his control.

This unique temperament made Jiao Wan'er, who was standing next to him, feel extremely safe and secure.

"Well, listen to Brother Yuan."

Jiao Wan'er's response was gentle but firm, and she nodded her head gently.

There was a gentle and trusting light flashing in her beautiful eyes. Beside Yuan Chengzhi, she felt an unprecedented sense of security and belonging, as if all her worries and fears disappeared with him.

Xia Qingqing, who was standing next to her, was originally observing Li Mochou quietly, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes. However, when she heard Jiao Wan'er's gentle voice, softly and sweetly calling Yuan Chengzhi "Brother Yuan".

Her heart was instantly overwhelmed by a strong feeling of jealousy, which surged like a tide and made her unable to control herself. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and that voice contained both dissatisfaction and helplessness.

"Huh! What about Brother Yuan? He calls me that in a very affectionate way, but I don't know how much tenderness and tacit understanding are hidden behind this 'Brother Yuan' that I have never known."

There was a hint of bitterness and sarcasm in Xia Qingqing's words, as if every word left a deep mark in the air. Her beautiful eyes, which originally sparkled with a smart light, were now fixed on the two people beside her - Yuan Chengzhi and Jiao Wan'er.

Jiao Wan'er's eyes were full of tenderness and affection for Yuan Chengzhi. They were gentle and warm, like the warm sunshine in spring, gently falling on Yuan Chengzhi's body, giving him a layer of gentle glow.

Such a scene, like an invisible sharp blade, pierced Xia Qingqing's heart fiercely, and her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with unspeakable jealousy.

The jealousy in her heart was like a burning firewood, growing more and more intense, almost devouring her whole body.

Xia Qingqing bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let her emotions get out of control, but her inner struggle and pain made it impossible for her to ignore the emotional torment. As the jealousy in her heart grew stronger, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but continue to mutter in her heart.

"How intimate they are calling each other. When did their relationship become so close? I really don't know why Brother Yuan wants to bring her with him when he goes south this time? Is there something important that requires her to accompany him?"

"Or... do you just want to spend time with her? This bastard Yuan... the scorched fox..."

These thoughts were like lingering fog, lingering in Xia Qingqing's mind. Those confusing thoughts surged in like a tide, eroding her thoughts and making her mood become more complicated and indescribable.

The emotions surging in her heart were like waves in a storm, rising all the time but never able to calm down.

Her feelings for Yuan Chengzhi are a mixture of deep attachment and admiration, as well as confusion and jealousy.

At the same time, she was deeply jealous of Jiao Wan'er, and her gentle and charming image, as well as the tacit understanding and harmony between her and Yuan Chengzhi, became an insurmountable obstacle in her heart.