Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

For a moment, due to the severe pain coming from the wound on her slender legs, Xia Qingqing's originally delicate forehead was quickly covered with a layer of fine and crystal sweat beads.

They shimmered like morning dew, and seemed to shine silently like the endless pain in her heart. These beads of sweat slowly slid down her delicate, picturesque, gentle and lovely cheeks.

Like pearls that had broken off the string, drops fell onto the cold, hard ground, making a subtle but audible sound. Although the sound was as light as nothing, it silently told Xia Qingqing that she was suffering from unspeakable pain and torment at this moment.

"Qingqing!"

A call filled with anxiety and affection, like the first ray of light at dawn, suddenly broke the suffocating silence around, at this critical moment of life and death.

Xia Qingqing's body, which was as delicate and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, was tottering due to exhaustion. Like a candle in the wind, it seemed that she would fall powerlessly to the cold and hard ground again at any time and shatter into a pile of misery and helplessness.

At this critical moment, Yuan Chengzhi beside him was quick-witted and quick-handed. Without any hesitation, he was like a cheetah ready to pounce. He took a big step forward quickly. His movements were agile and firm, full of unquestionable power.

At that moment, it seemed as if the time and space around him were shaken by this powerful force and stopped for him. The only thing left in the whole world was the closely connected bond of fate between him and her.

Yuan Chengzhi's big hands gently and powerfully embraced Xia Qingqing's shoulders, which were trembling slightly, delicate and smooth, as vulnerable as a willow in the wind. His palms were broad and warm, conveying a constant sense of strength and security.

"I don't need you to worry about it!!"

Xia Qingqing's voice was mixed with stubbornness and grievance, her eyes were slightly red, as if tears would burst out at any time. However, in this rage, her other slender hand, as white as jade and extremely delicate, clenched into a small pink fist uncontrollably.

She hammered Yuan Chengzhi's iron-hard chest again and again. Every time her little pink fist landed, it seemed to carry all of Xia Qingqing's dissatisfaction and emotions.

But this time, facing Xia Qingqing who became so naughty and even childish in anger, Yuan Chengzhi did not choose to let go or avoid her as usual.

His eyes were full of tenderness and tolerance. He let Xia Qingqing's fists gently hit his chest, as if this could share some of the worries and anger in her heart.

He put his arms around Xia Qingqing's slightly trembling, delicate and smooth shoulders like silk, and comforted her with just the right amount of strength. Then, Yuan Chengzhi gently took her to a chair next to another table and sat down, hoping that Xia Qingqing's emotions would slowly calm down.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen, who was sitting alone at the table by the window on the right, had a plate of melon seeds on the table. He deftly turned them with his fingertips, and from time to time he would bring a melon seed on the table to his lips, making a subtle and crisp sound.

His eyes were fixed on the ridiculous and melodramatic scene happening not far ahead.

The noisy environment around him seemed to have nothing to do with Xu Xingchen at this moment. Now the only things in his world were the absurd scenes before him and the love-hate relationship between Yuan Chengzhi, Xia Qingqing and Jiao Wan'er.

Misunderstandings and coincidences are intertwined to create one hilarious and sigh-making plot after another.

"It's so funny."

Xu Xingchen could not help but whisper softly, a smile on his lips, his eyes flashing with helplessness and amusement at the scene. Although the laughter was light, it revealed his infinite emotion about this "reality drama".

"Even TV dramas don't dare to act like this."

At the same time, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but add another sentence in his heart, with a bit of exaggeration and ridicule in his tone, as if lamenting that the drama of life far exceeded the imagination of the screenwriters.

As soon as these words came out, even Xu Xingchen himself couldn't help but be amused again and patted the table lightly.

Yuan Chengzhi carefully hugged his beloved Xia Qingqing. She was trembling slightly at the moment, and her delicate and smooth shoulders, which seemed to touch like silk, nestled in his strong arms.

He gently led her to a chair at another table and sat her down slowly, trying to calm her excited emotions. However, Xia Qingqing's mood did not seem to calm down, and she was still like an angry bird.

With a look of stubbornness and grievance in her eyes, she punched Yuan Chengzhi's chest with her little pink fists like raindrops. Then she turned around and sulked alone. Her look was both pitiful and cute.

Xia Qingqing is an extremely smart and insightful person. She can always quickly see through the essence of everything around her and has a clear distinction between love and hate. In the emotional world, Xia Qingqing never drags her feet and devotes her heart to what she likes.

She does not hide her disgust at all, and she is also jealous. Once she notices that the person she cares about is showing some affection towards others, she will involuntarily throw a tantrum, but her coquettish look makes people unable to help but feel pity for her.

Faced with such a scene, Yuan Chengzhi felt mixed emotions and was at a loss. He sighed helplessly and could only temporarily put aside the tenderness in his heart. He turned around, and his eyes fell gently on Jiao Wan'er beside him.

"Wan'er!"

At this moment, Yuan Chengzhi called Jiao Wan'er's name softly, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Please help me take good care of Qingqing. Her emotions are a little unstable and she needs someone to accompany her. I must go get the antidote for the [Ice Soul Silver Needle] now. Only when the poison is removed can I feel at ease."

Hearing this, Jiao Wan'er gently nodded her small and delicate head, as if expressing her commitment and determination in a silent language, with a light of firmness and understanding flashing in her bright and beautiful eyes.

That light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, is warm and powerful.

"Okay, Brother Yuan."

Jiao Wan'er replied softly.

"Don't worry! I will do my best to take good care of Sister Qingqing, and you should also be more careful."

Her voice was soft but full of power. Every word seemed to be a sincere emotion flowing from the bottom of her heart. This voice was like a clear spring, slowly flowing into Yuan Chengzhi's heart.

A warm current surged in his heart, instantly dispelling his worries and uneasiness. He knew that with Jiao Wan'er around, his beloved Xia Qingqing would definitely be well taken care of.

“Dang… bang bang… dang dang… bang…”

At this moment, the sound of violent collisions between metal and soft objects echoed in the empty and silent Yuelai Inn, like rapid drumbeats hitting everyone's heartstrings.

The sharp blade of the sword and the soft silk thread of the whisk intertwined and entangled with each other. Every confrontation burst out with a crisp and short metal collision sound, followed by the light sound of the whisk tip hitting the air.

In this small space, every sound was infinitely amplified and clearly audible. They not only echoed on the wooden beams and walls of the inn, but also vibrated the eardrums and nerves of everyone present. The air seemed to be filled with a tension that was about to explode.

At this moment, the fierce battle between Yang Guo and Li Mochou was gradually coming to an end. Yang Guo's figure seemed a little staggering, his sword skills were chaotic, but he was obviously unable to do it, and was completely suppressed by Li Mochou's light and graceful posture and the whisk waving in her hand.

The whisk seemed to have life in Li Mochou's hand. As she performed the [Silver Thread Whisk Technique], each silver thread flashed with cold light. With a slight turn of her wrist, they transformed into silver streaks that attacked Yang Guo in front of her without any penetration.

In this life-and-death, extremely tense and critical moment, one cannot help but feel extremely surprised and puzzled that after fighting with Li Guo for such a long time, Li Mochou has not yet used her famous skill [Five Poison Palm] that has frightened countless heroes in the martial arts world.

This martial art is notorious for its insidiousness and cruelty. Once it is used, it can often poison the opponent without them noticing, and eventually kill them. But at this moment, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding using this killer move.