Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

The brat surnamed Yang was lying helplessly on the cold and hard ground. His breath was so weak that it seemed like it would disappear at any time. He was dying. His once handsome face was now as pale as paper.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat that kept sliding down, highlighting his weakness and pain at the moment. There was still a trace of undried blood at the corner of his mouth, which was the mark left by his previous struggle, making him look particularly miserable.

Yang Guo already had many shocking wounds on his body, some of which were so deep that the bones could be seen, and some of which were skin and flesh turned inside out, making it unbearable to look at. These wounds were still bleeding slightly, staining the surrounding clothes red.

His clothes were torn to tatters, with strips of cloth and fragments hanging on his body, swaying gently in the breeze, adding a sense of desolation. It was obvious that he had been severely beaten and was seriously injured, without even the strength to stand up.

Seeing this scene, Xu Xingchen shook his head involuntarily, but his heart was like surging waves. He secretly sighed that the human warmth and coldness, grudges and entanglements in this world are so complicated and difficult to understand.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Xu Xingchen whispered this in a low voice, the sound was subtle and long, and it sounded particularly clear in the empty environment. These few simple words contained his current emotions.

"Li Mochou is really cruel. She even hit her own nephew so hard!"

At this moment, Xu Xingchen inadvertently saw a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, who was concentrating on using the soft and delicate cloth in her hand to carefully lay it on the muddy ground.

With a slightly painful look on his face, Yang Guo bandaged the wounds on his body left by the fierce battle.

The girl was dressed in a light green dress, light and flowing, like the freshest green in spring, inadvertently adding a bit of vitality to this desolate scene.

Around her delicate neck hung a string of crystal clear pearls, which swayed gently as the girl lowered her head, flashing with soft light, adding a touch of gentleness to her temperament.

In particular, her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, slender and soft, giving people a gentle and pleasant feeling; her small nose is slightly upturned, which just adds a touch of playfulness and agility to this delicate face.

The girl's delicate face was like carefully carved white jade, her skin was rosy, extremely white and tender, so delicate that her pores were almost invisible, just like the finest cream.

It seems that water will drip out with a slight touch, revealing a healthy and attractive luster. The eyes are bright and energetic, flowing with the light of wisdom and kindness, as if they can see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

Her eyebrows are long and slender, and when they are lightly frowned, she looks even more charming, which makes people feel pity for her and want to wipe away all her sorrow and pain. In this turbulent world, she is like a quietly blooming lotus, untainted by dust, fresh and unworldly.

Xu Xingchen's eyes fell on the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who was carefully bandaging the wounds of the brat named Yang. Moreover, the girl's movements were gentle, as if every detail contained endless care and warmth.

Occasionally when he looked up at the brat, a trace of imperceptible worry would flash across his eyes. This scene made Xu Xingchen feel a little curious. He frowned slightly, as if trying to suppress the doubts in his heart, and asked curiously in a tone that was almost like talking to himself.

"Ok?"

Xu Xingchen's voice seemed to have crossed the boundary of time and space, sounding softly in the bottom of my heart, with an imperceptible hint of inquiry and a hint of confusion. The voice was like the breeze blowing across the lake in spring, light but enough to stir the heartstrings.

"Who is this girl? She looks strange yet familiar. Why is she here? And why is she so concerned about that brat?"

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen, with doubts surging in his heart like a tide, did not hesitate at all. He immediately mobilized the [Combat Power Survey] ability in his system and looked over there accurately.

The young girl was concentrating and skillfully bandaging Yang Guo's wounds. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, shining on her body in a mottled manner, adding a touch of gentleness and holiness to her.

Name: Guo Fu

Identity: Daughter of the hero Guo Jing

Martial arts: Quanzhen Heart Technique, Yuenu Sword Technique, Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, Luoying Divine Sword Palm, Kaishan Palm Technique, Ling'ao Step, Bibo Palm Technique

Jianghu Combat Strength: Peak Second Rank

Xu Xingchen used the system's [Combat Power Detection] ability to recognize that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who was carefully bandaging the wound of the brat named Yang was Guo Fu, the eldest daughter of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. He couldn't help but think to himself.

"So that graceful girl with a heroic look in her eyes is actually Guo Fu, the beloved daughter of the world-famous hero Guo Jing and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Huang Rong. I was wondering who she was!"

At that moment, Xu Xingchen's words unconsciously carried a hint of light-heartedness and ridicule. His voice seemed to contain an indescribable emotion. He was both surprised and amused by such an incredible coincidence.

On that originally clear and calm face, the corners of the mouth couldn't help but slightly rise up at this moment, outlining a slight arc, as if silently communicating with this wonderful fate.

That meaningful and playful smile, with a hint of teasing and relief in it. Those bright eyes sparkled, as if telling of the inner turmoil.

At this moment, all the confusion and doubts disappeared with Xu Xingchen's slightly self-deprecating yet gentle chuckle. A subtle and harmonious atmosphere filled the air, making everything around come alive.

Talking about her identity, Guo Fu is undoubtedly an extremely enviable existence in the entire martial arts world. Flowing in her veins is the blood of the martial arts master Guo Jing and the unparalleled wise Huang Rong.

Such a background seems to be a God-given honor, allowing her to stand at a high starting point and the coveted starting line that many people would find difficult to achieve in their entire lives. Her every move has attracted the attention of people in the world.

In terms of martial arts, Guo Fu was blessed with the careful instruction and true teachings from both her parents, Guo Jing and Huang Rong. She not only learned the basic internal skill "Quanzhen Heart Method" that made Guo Jing famous, but also mastered the agility and elegance of his "Yue Girl Sword Method", the mighty "Demon Subduing Staff Method", and the strong and powerful "Kaishan Palm Method".

It is particularly worth mentioning that Guo Fu also learned many unique skills from her mother Huang Rong and her grandfather Huang Yaoshi. The original "Falling Flower Sword Palm" was so elegant and graceful when performed, like petals falling in the wind, but it was full of murderous intent.

She also learned the extremely swift "Spiritual Step" which allowed her to dodge the enemy's fatal blow in an instant, and the gentle "Green Wave Palm". Guo Fu learned these martial arts from her father Guo Jing and her mother Huang Rong.

Every martial art that Guo Fu learned is a well-known and widely respected skill in the martial arts world today. These martial arts not only have a long history, but also are extremely powerful. Each one of them can amaze people in the martial arts world.

At this time, Guo Fu's pair of delicate and smooth hands were carefully holding the soft cloth in her hands, trying to bandage the shocking wounds on the body of the seriously injured and pale Yang Guo.

However, Guo Fu came from a prominent family and had never done any housework. From childhood to adulthood, she had never done this kind of delicate work of taking care of others, so her movements seemed particularly unfamiliar and clumsy.

Guo Fu's slender jade fingers were trembling slightly. She either pulled them too tightly, causing the seriously injured Yang Guo to frown, or she did not loosen them firmly enough, as if they would fall apart at any time.

Xu Xingchen couldn't help but shake his head as he watched Guo Fu clumsily bandaging the wounds on the brat named Yang. After being "meticulously" bandaged by Guo Fu, Yang Guo's wounds were wrapped in layers of cloth that were both haphazard and excessively thick.

Wrapping the already weak Yang Guo like a mummy is worse than wrapping him like a mummy. How can this be called bandaging a wound?

It was clearly wrapping someone up to death. Xu Xingchen couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Miss Guo was usually spoiled, so how could she know these first aid methods? Now that she was tormented like this, Yang Guo's pain was probably not reduced, but he was even more embarrassed.