Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 619

In his eyes, this was just an ordinary business, as natural as opening the window every morning to welcome the first ray of sunshine.

These two apprentices are both his favorite students who have been carefully taught and trained with all his efforts over the years. They have always been cautious and prudent in their daily actions, and their style of doing things has inherited his true style.

For them, completing such a simple task should be as easy as taking something out of a bag, without any effort, as if they were walking on a flat road and could easily reach the destination.

Who would have thought that behind this seemingly calm transaction, there were actually turbulent undercurrents, as if there was a huge whirlpool lurking beneath the calm lake surface that could stir up huge waves at any time.

Gao Kening, with a mind as deep as the abyss, used some sinister and cruel means to quietly and secretly influence his two disciples.

He was like a ghost hiding in the darkness, using sweet words as bait and the temptation of benefits as hook, and successfully bewitched the two of them.

The two men seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. The original clarity in their eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion and madness.

In their minds, the images of their master's earnest teachings over the years were completely erased, and their past beliefs of respecting teachers and fulfilling their duties also dissipated like smoke.

At this moment, they completely forgot their master's years of careful cultivation, and abandoned the loyalty and morality that they should have as disciples. Like puppets controlled by invisible silk threads, they embarked on the wrong path to carry out the extremely absurd task of assassinating He Yuzhu.

When Zhao Yunhai received the news, he felt a surge of nameless anger rising rapidly from the bottom of his heart, just like a piece of dry wood encountering a prairie fire. In an instant, it devoured his rationality and his eyes were burned red.

He was so angry that he subconsciously clenched his hands into fists. Each knuckle turned a sickly pale color from excessive force, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms, revealing the extreme anger in his heart.

At this moment, he was like an angry lion, exuding a terrifying aura. He paced back and forth in the room quickly, making the floor "bang bang" with every step.

He kept cursing the two good-for-nothing disciples, and every curse was filled with anger and deep disappointment. The sound seemed to contain a tremendous force, as if it could really shake the house down and make the dust on the beams fall.

But even though the rage in his heart was burning and about to burst through his chest, after all, that was his apprentice whom he had spent countless efforts and carefully taught for many years.

Especially Xu Changfeng, among the many disciples, he is like the most dazzling star, and is the seedling that the master values ​​the most and has high hopes for.

Xu Changfeng's daily diligence in practicing martial arts is touching.

Winter comes and goes, the seasons change, and the wheel of time rolls forward, but he has never slacked off for a single day.

In that scorching hot summer day, the scorching sun poured down unhindered. The ground on the training ground was scorching hot, and the soles of his shoes seemed to melt when he stepped on them. However, he was still wearing heavy training clothes and sweating profusely on the field. He gave his all in every move and every form. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

In the bitterly cold winter, the north wind whistled and swept in, cutting people's cheeks like a knife. The martial arts training ground was covered with white snow, and the sky and the earth were all silver-white. He never stopped, his hands were frozen red, and he even got frostbite, but he still practiced the skills meticulously, with a focused expression, as if the whole world was left with only him and the martial arts in his hands.

He is extremely talented, like a piece of unpolished jade. His attainments in martial arts have reached an extremely subtle realm, just like standing on the edge of a cliff. With just one step, he will be able to break through the shackles and step into a new world of transformation. From then on, he will soar into the sky and rewrite the landscape of the martial arts world.

Zhao Yunhai seemed to have a clear account book in his mind. Over the past few decades, he had opened many doors to his disciples and recruited many students. However, the only three people who could truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts were those who included his own son, whom he cherished and cultivated with great care.

In this ever-changing martial arts world, the state of transformation is the highest realm that all martial artists dream of day and night.

Stepping into the realm of transformation is like a carp that has gone through countless hardships and dangers and struggled to leap over the Dragon Gate. From then on, the fish will transform into a dragon, soaring into the sky, and be reborn.

Not only will one's own strength undergo a qualitative leap that will revolutionize the world, but one will also be able to firmly occupy a place in this treacherous and treacherous world where the strong are respected, and gain a lofty status and supreme prestige that others can hardly achieve. One's every move will attract the attention of the world.

If Xu Changfeng can successfully break through this time, he will become the fourth master of Hua Jin under his name.

By then, the strength of his faction will increase exponentially, and its status in the martial arts world will also rise.

Including myself, the entire sect on this Luzon Island will have 5 masters in the realm of transformation.

These five masters who have reached the state of transformation are like five magic needles inserted into the deep sea, or like five towering and unshakable peaks, firmly supporting the world of the sect.

With them around, the sect will surely go one step further in the underworld of Luzon Island and become a transcendent existence that everyone in the underworld fears, dares not underestimate, and respects.

Perhaps, when the dust settles on this competition, the sect will use this great victory to accumulate sufficient strength and confidence to change the world, and from then on embark on a magnificent expansion journey.

No longer confined to the mere ten thousand acres of sugarcane forest, like a dragon trapped in shallows, it spreads its wings and flies high, rapidly pushing its sphere of influence to a vaster and more boundless land like a surging tide.

With their superb martial arts and bold strategies, they firmly controlled all kinds of rare resources and lucrative businesses, and firmly occupied an important position in the ever-changing Jianghu landscape of Luzon Island, becoming a dominant existence that was feared by all forces and respected by everyone. With their resolute brushstrokes, they wrote an immortal and glorious chapter that belonged to their sect, allowing future generations to pass on this legendary tale.

However, life often does not go as we wish.

Just as Xu Damao was completely immersed in this seemingly perfect plan and secretly looking forward to a bright future, He Yuzhu's familiar figure, which gave him a headache, suddenly appeared in his sight.

In an instant, Xu Damao felt his heart sink, as if a huge rock suddenly pressed down on him.

He watched helplessly as the beautiful vision he had carefully constructed and full of expectations was ruthlessly crushed like fragile glass the moment He Yuzhu appeared, turning into wisps of illusory and fleeting bubbles, and dissipated in the cruelty of reality.

Those two disciples were really useless. When carrying out this difficult task, they did not take Zhao Yunhai's daily teachings to heart at all. Due to their own negligence, they did not realize that they had been secretly targeted by the enemy while patrolling around the enemy camp.

Their every move was under the control of the enemy. Seeing that the time was ripe, the enemy quietly surrounded them, and the two were easily captured by the enemy.

This scene was like a heavy hammer wrapped in the power of thunder, which hit Zhao Yunhai's heart without any warning.

He was extremely anxious, as these two apprentices were the ones he had spent countless efforts and carefully cultivated.

In the past years, he taught them martial arts moves step by step, and imparted to them the experience of the martial arts world and the way of dealing with people word by word, just like two seeds he had planted in fertile soil with his own hands.

He was looking forward to them growing healthily in the sunshine and rain, and one day blooming into gorgeous flowers and bearing abundant fruits. But now, before that moment came, the two seedlings were ruthlessly attacked by a storm and were in danger.

The situation is like a storm is coming, becoming more and more critical and breathtaking.

Zhao Yunhai stood with his hands behind his back, his sword-like brows tightly knitted into the shape of a "chuan" character. His heart seemed to be in turmoil, full of difficult struggles.

He paced back and forth in the hall, each step was so heavy that it seemed as if he wanted to trample a hole in the ground.

After a long and painful weighing of the pros and cons, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and send Liang Feixing and Wei Wuji to rescue them.

Liang Feixing's posture was as agile as a monkey, and the long sword in his hand was extremely sharp, with a cold glow on the sword. He had been wandering in the martial arts world for many years, and had made countless eye-catching achievements. Wherever he went, everyone applauded his swordsmanship.

Wei Wuji was like a towering iron tower, with boundless strength. His boxing skills were extremely fierce, and every punch he threw was accompanied by a whistling sound. His pair of iron fists had frightened countless evildoers.

Both of them are capable men under his command. Not only are they skilled in martial arts, but they are also calm and steady in their work and never make any mistakes.

In the martial arts world, they have made a name for themselves with their extraordinary skills and their style of being generous and helping the poor. When people mention "Liang Feixing" and "Wei Wuji", everyone in the martial arts world gives them a thumbs up and praises them.

Zhao Yunhai was confident that with the abilities of these two people, the rescue should be as easy as taking something out of a bag, and that the two trapped disciples would be brought back unharmed.

He looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, praying silently in his heart, hoping that everything would go well, his eyes full of worry and expectation.

But fate always seems to like playing tricks on people, and the development of events is like a wild horse running out of control in an instant.

The originally calm lake surface was suddenly hit by a huge rock from outer space. In an instant, huge waves rose up and surged endlessly.

It was like a clear, cloudless sky that was suddenly split apart by a thunderbolt that split the world apart, leaving a shocking crack.

Zhao Yunhai had just recovered from the extremely tense rescue deployment when he received a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue. This news instantly dragged him into the abyss of despair and almost caused his mental breakdown: in this race against time rescue operation, Liang Feixing, known as the "wise man", and Wei Wuji, famous for his bravery and courage, both failed at the critical moment, and the rescue operation completely failed.

The moment he heard the news, he felt dizzy and his vision suddenly went dark. The whole world seemed to have been paused and suddenly stopped turning at this moment.

His legs felt as though all the bones and muscles had been pulled out, becoming weak and powerless. He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

The series of blows that followed one after another were like a surging tide, one wave after another, ruthlessly drowning him completely and leaving him deeply trapped in the quagmire of despair, unable to extricate himself.

The future, which was originally full of hope and shining, suddenly became dim and dull, as if it had been splashed with thick ink.

His heart seemed to be tightly shrouded by a thick and impenetrable haze, which suppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Now, the situation has gotten out of control and turned into an unmanageable mess, and he is completely confused and has no idea how to deal with it next or how to find a glimmer of hope in this mess.

He frowned, thinking to himself that in order to redeem the four disciples, he would be caught in a difficult game and might have to pay a very heavy price.

As he was thinking like this, in the blink of an eye, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face was full of disbelief. He never expected that He Yuzhu from the other camp would be so bold and arrogant, and come to him without any scruples.

What made him even more furious was that He Yuzhu was so ruthless that he not only beat his beloved son so hard that he was bruised and battered all over, but also used such brutal means to force him step by step into the extremely passive and desperate situation he is in now.

At this moment, he looked around, his heart full of despair and helplessness. Things had come to this point. Even if he wanted to humble himself and make concessions, trying to calm the storm and solve the difficult problem by compromise, his reason told him that it was too late. The situation was already out of control and there was no room for turnaround.

"Mr. He, you are going too far!" Zhao Yunhai's eyes were wide open with anger, and fire seemed to be spitting out of his eyes. His clenched fists were so tightly that the joints turned a cold white due to excessive force.

At this moment, he was like an enraged lion, emitting a terrifying aura and roaring at the top of his lungs.

This roar was like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere, deafening and carrying with it endless anger and unwillingness, as if it would shatter the oppressive world, and it echoed in the empty training ground for a long time.

Lin Wanting stood quietly by the side, the air around her seemed to freeze in an instant, and there was deathly silence.

Suddenly, the master's fierce roar, like a sudden thunder and filled with raging anger, went straight into her ears.

This roar was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart hard.

In an instant, her face, which was originally as white as snow and faintly flushed, instantly lost all its blood color and became as pale as paper.

Those bright and lively eyes were now filled with panic, just like a frightened deer that suddenly encountered a wild beast in the wilderness and was isolated and helpless, with fear and helplessness in its eyes.

It was as if a bright light was lit in her heart, and she had a clear understanding of the current situation.

This incident is like a huge rock, carrying a tremendous force, and hurling itself into the originally calm and mirror-like lake surface.