The elderly gentleman said with a somber face, "For the sake of our ancestors, I am willing to sacrifice everything, but this is the last ti I will help you, and these are the last few drops of Tai Sui Blood you will get. I really can’t understand why you don’t just go kill Old Demon Duan."
The middle-aged storyteller raised an eyebrow and said, "Indeed, even without the help of Tai Sui, I still have the capability to kill Old Demon Duan, but that’s not enough for ."
"They have such powers, I want to devour them, make them into nourishnt for our clan and the rejuvenation of Tai Sui."
The elderly gentleman looked at him and said, "I hope you won’t disappoint ," then he took off his robe and walked naked behind the screen.
Visible to the naked eye, his body, especially his buttocks, was covered in dark bruises, looking both like birthmarks and so kind of bite marks.
Almost at the sa ti, the red strings behind the screen began to tremble with excitent.
The middle-aged storyteller respectfully saluted and left with the Tai Sui Blood.
The Martial World, it’s ti for a bloodthirsty storyteller’s blood tide to be passed down from person to person!
First to be swept up by it would be none other than the Great Hero Storyteller led by Old Demon Duan!
Unfortunately, Tai Sui is left with only a remnant body, still needing ti and nutrients to nourish; otherwise, not just Old Demon Duan and the Great Hero Storyteller, but the whole Martial World would have long been under their control.
The middle-aged storyteller knew that the most prosperous era of their ancestral Tai Sui was also their group’s most glorious ti.
Beneath the Tai Sui Blood, the bloodthirsty storyteller’s blood tide would sweep across the world, described by so as plague-like, virtually unstoppable.
According to the sect’s archive, at that ti, Sui Masters like him could with a single sentence infect thousands upon thousands of people, commanding them, similar to the legendary "word-following."
It was all just a matter of ti!
Restoring the glory of the Tai Sui Sect is our unshirkable duty!
Looking at the black blood in the porcelain bowl, the storyteller’s eyes were filled with passionate and wild fervor.
...
Spring, unconsciously, spring really arrived.
Though the weather was still sowhat chilly with the spring cold, the wild cats on the graveyard had begun their mating calls, and the Murong brothers were pretentiously grooming their hair, dressed in what they believed to be the most handso swordsman’s thin shirt.
Yuzhu Villa, a picture of tranquil tis.
Of course, there were also monts of intense passion.
Like now, as the Murong brothers and Duan Yun stood atop the graveyard hill, blades drawn and facing each other.
Murong brothers, holding the Green Moon Saber, said, "You shouldn’t have co."
"But I still ca," Duan Yun, holding the Wen Rou, replied.
"Don’t think you can beat like last ti! You fickle-hearted person, you don’t understand ’A Night Listening to Spring Rain’ at all," Murong brothers said with a face full of pure love.
"Oh? Is that so? I believe that more is better, and better is more."
As soon as the words were spoken, Dharma Image Xiao Yu and Qing had already materialized behind him, much like his wings.
Murong brothers maintained a pure love expression, earnestly stating, "First off, this ti, you’re not allowed to hit my face or make pee!"
He knew all too well the embarrassnt of having a loved one beaten by Old Demon Duan until they wet themselves.
Duan Yun said with a look of disgust, "Are we fighting or not? If not, let’s go eat!"
Feng Ling’er and others who ca to watch also complained, "Co on, can you hurry up?"
Saying this, she turned to Shen Ying, Ziyu, and Ning Qing and said, "Are you betting? I think he’ll last at most the ti it takes for an incense to burn."
Ning Qing, looking at the two on the hilltop, focused on the Murong brothers and said, "But he has really been working hard recently, and has beco much stronger."
Feng Ling’er shook her head, "Sotis, hard work is useless. I bet it’s still within the ti of an incense stick."
Ning Qing bit her lip and said, "I bet it will be longer than that."
Shen Ying pondered, "No hitting the face, no peeing, Duan Yun using blades instead of swords, a lot of restrictions, I also bet it will be longer than the ti of an incense."
Ziyu analyzed, "Murong brothers have been striving hard these days, while Duan Yun has been getting plenty of sleep, I also bet it will be longer than the ti of an incense."
"Alright, no more bets! The stake is cleaning the latrine ten tis!"
Saying this, she took out the betting instrunt, an incense stick, and planted it in a grave nearby.
Just as her voice fell, the two on the graveyard hill moved.
A bright Sword Light shone forth, just like the delicate spring breeze and rain outside the pavilion.
eting it was Duan Yun’s fist, a ferocious fist!
Boom! Like Spring Thunder striking the earth, the mound of the graveyard exploded, and black bamboo flew chaotically.
One could see the Murong brothers with eyes full of purity and surging love, wielding their blades like multiple round moons attacking.
Duan Yun on the other hand, his left hand executing strange boxing techniques and Dharma Image Qing smoothly connected like hair, while his right hand swung Wen Rou, cutting out six layers of Spring Rain which intertwined with Xiao Yu’s one layer of Spring Rain, forming Seven Layers of Spring Rain.
In the past, Duan Yun would have to roar to cut Seven Layers of Spring Rain.
Now it was almost effortlessly within his grasp!
Duan Yun went all out, his left Fist Power fierce and mighty, his right Sword Qi refined and swift, combined together, they were like endless waves, overwhelming and relentless.
Murong brothers, although facing only one person, felt as if they were being attacked by two having an illicit affair.
These days, Duan Yun’s synergy with his "wings" grew more tacit, resembling the ti he and Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying cooked together, much like the feeling of a family of three.
Ziyu, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but mutter, "How many can this old demon be with? Why does it seem like he would not spare even the Dharma Images?"
At this point, everyone beca tense.
Because the ti allocated by the incense stick was about to run out.
It had to be said, the Murong brothers’ recent efforts had not been in vain.
Their enduring grudge borne by the Green Saber and the pure emotions from ’A Night Listening to Spring Rain’ could seamlessly switch.
No, they could even inspire each other, the pure love from ’A Night Listening to Spring Rain’ could stimulate the resentnt and pain of the Green Saber, much like a scribbled book, the purer the beginning, the greener the latter parts beco, the more unsettling for the reader.
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