Chapter Six, Six Colors of Spring and Autumn

Stop! A gentle and melodious voice entered the ears of everyone present, steady yet causing a tremor in the hearts of those in attendance, making their hands pause involuntarily.

Such a master, if an enemy rather than a friend, would be a truly terrifying matter

The object is derived from the heart, haha, laughing: "Your outfit is indeed amusing, resembling that of a performer, but unfortunately, your martial arts skills are still a long way from mine."

In a flash before everyone, a person leaped from behind to the front, facing away from the crowd, and without turning their head, gently sighed: "This old man's move is born of strength from the heart, the technique is driven by intention, like a raging storm with thunder and lightning, but is it comparable to the chaotic rain and clouds of the Hero's Tomb and the power of the Thunderbolt Technique?"

That person was dressed in a bright red robe and had a short stature. Initially, hidden behind the red rocks, it was not particularly noticeable, but once he revealed himself, the red robe became very conspicuous. It is unclear what method he used to conceal himself behind the stone.

The grassland green just staggered back into the grass, only to find that it had already been locked onto by Rong Xiaofeng's gaze. His eyesight was quite sharp, and he knew that if he made any further movements, the opponent's long-prepared strike would be unleashed. At that moment, he froze in place, no longer daring to move.

Yang Shuang'er asked: "Uncle Lin, are you saying that everything created by the Ink Splash King is intentionally shown to us?"

The objects are governed by the heart, and with hearty laughter, one sees that they are quite familiar with both Du Siyang and Yang Shuang'er. Although there remains a degree of vigilance, they also feel greatly reassured, exclaiming: "What agile martial arts!"

He did not expect that Rong Xiaofeng would strike without warning. The incident occurred so suddenly that there was no time for Liu Se Chun Qiu to set up the formation. He clearly understood that as long as he could withstand Rong Xiaofeng's attack, the opponent's slight pause would trigger their formation, trapping the opponent within it. Yet, he could only watch as Rong Xiaofeng's footsteps drew closer, the frequency gradually increasing and approaching a balance, clearly indicating that he had gathered all his strength. This strike would undoubtedly be a thunderous blow, and suddenly, he found himself devoid of any confidence.

At this moment, the simultaneous exclamation of "No!" from Du Si and Yang Shuang'er was heard

After those six individuals finished speaking, they fell silent, as if they had vanished into thin air

With a smug expression, Wu Youxin muttered incessantly, "How can there be no sense of brotherhood at all, not even a helper."

The grassland green just managed to catch his breath, secretly regulating his breathing: "The grassland green has met all the seniors, and this old gentleman possesses remarkable martial arts skills." This person had a face adorned with a thick beard, exuding an innate boldness, and spoke frankly about being unable to contend, which greatly endeared him to the crowd

A man in yellow descended from the tree: "I am the Yellow of the Great Desert, ranking second among the six colors of spring and autumn." He then pointed to the right and said: "This is my third junior brother, Light Purple Blue. He does not enjoy speaking, so I will introduce him to all the heroes here."

It turns out that the essence of the matter is perceived through the heart. The other party first lightly flicks their left shoulder, as if to turn from the left side. Then, they twist their waist to the right and effortlessly turn around from the right, their posture perfect and natural, as if it were a product of nature itself. They leave no openings for an attack, and the energy accumulated in their chest has nowhere to be released. If they were to hastily withdraw their power, it would inevitably backfire on themselves. Thus, with no other choice, they can only direct the accumulated energy from their feet, creating a pit over three inches deep in the ground.

The figure in blue smiled faintly, exuding an indescribable air of nonchalance and freedom: "I was so eager to catch up that I forgot to greet you, which is truly impolite. I hope the old gentleman can forgive my rudeness."

Du Si said in a deep voice: "However, General Ming possesses astonishing strength, and this time it is almost a situation of life and death. We are merely contributing our efforts for the master of skills, and Xiao Lin, you need not wade into this murky water."

With a hearty laugh, Rong Xiaofeng clapped his hands and said: "Indeed, why must you, Brother Lin, add any title after my name, such as 'Zhuang Master'..."

Yang Shuang'er stubbornly tugged at Lin Qing's hem and said, "What about my dignity!" This elicited a smile from everyone.

Du Si slowly said: "The color blending of Western painting is vastly different from the fine brushwork of my Central Plains ink wash painting, and the techniques are also quite distinct. The two art forms are completely unrelated, yet there is a person in the capital who possesses profound expertise in both Chinese and Western painting."

The object reacted swiftly with the mind, and with a flourish of the large sleeves, it had already helped Xu Moyang counter the opponent's offensive. For a moment, one could only see white and green flashing through the air like lightning, followed by a rapid exchange of blows that left spectators dazzled and unable to keep up.

With the setting sun casting a red hue, holding the pen in hand, I watched as Rong Xiao Feng approached me step by step. The attacks from several junior brothers were all effortlessly countered by Wu You Xin with heavy-handed techniques, causing my heart to tremble with fear

Success or failure hinges on this one move! It is either the enemy's demise or my own!

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Dao said: "I still need to meet General Ming first. It seems that there is some conflict between you all and the general. I will take the opportunity to speak a few good words for you. In a few days, when I have some leisure, I will come again to visit Xiaowang Mountain Villa."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed significantly. The demeanor of the Ink-splashing King was indeed exceptional; with just a few words, he calmed everyone down, making them feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze, dispelling the earlier tension that felt like facing a formidable enemy.

Lin Qing laughed heartily: "Master Rong, you are being too modest. The title 'King of Hidden Weapons' is merely a term used in the martial world; my friends simply call me Lin Qing." He patted Du Si on the shoulder: "Not to mention my friendship with Brother Du for over a decade, just on account of my disdain for General Ming's arrogance, I would still lend a helping hand to the master."

Du Siyuan noticed that Xu Moyang remained silent and asked, "Does Young Brother Xu have any thoughts?"

Xu Moyang pondered and said: "For some reason, I always have a feeling that this Ink-splashing King may not be as friendly to us as he appears on the surface; perhaps I am being overly suspicious"

At present, the Ink Master, adorned with the six colors of spring and autumn, has gracefully departed just like that

Xu Moyang was filled with excitement. He knew that his martial arts skills were lacking. Even though he had received the keen insight and teachings of the Master of Skill and Clumsiness, it seemed that he had not made much progress in martial arts. Now, there was a possibility that the King of Hidden Weapons, whose skills were not as good as General Ming's, could defeat General Ming. This made him very happy: "This Sky-Stealing Bow must be a divine item left in the world by the Master of Skill and Clumsiness. If Hero Lin can use this bow to surpass General Ming, the Master of Skill and Clumsiness would surely be pleased in the afterlife."

The one who made the move must be the Prairie Green from the Six-Colored Spring and Autumn. However, he is short in stature, dressed entirely in green, twisting and turning in the air with an exceptionally agile and lively martial skill. Coupled with his green attire blending seamlessly with the surrounding grass, one might almost mistake him for a forest spirit or tree demon if not observed closely. It can be inferred that the other individuals must also possess similar camouflage colors that match their surroundings, and with their adeptness at concealment and small physiques, one only becomes aware of their presence upon approaching them closely.

Yang Shuang'er felt a surge of excitement upon seeing this, her hands itching to act, with dual needles in hand, eager to try her skills. Xu Moyang, still recovering his strength, retreated to the side to observe. Rong Xiaofeng and Du Si, however, did not dare to be careless; a disciple of the Ink Splash King had already exchanged blows for over ten rounds with a formidable opponent, and his master was undoubtedly unfathomable.

For a moment, the laughter dispelled all hostility: "The feud between us and General Ming is likely not easy to resolve, but regardless, when the Ink-splashing King comes to visit the Laughing Mountain Villa, I shall certainly welcome him with my shoes turned upside down"

A loud bang resounded.

Wu Youxin chuckled and said, "Why is he really calling me Brother Xue? It seems that next time I meet the Ink-splashing King, he should call me Grandpa instead." Several people laughed heartily, and Yang Shuang'er was even more insistent.

Xu Moyang said: "We only need to hold on until the seventh day of April, and once Old Du has successfully forged the Stealing Heaven Bow, we can retreat from the back mountain."

The setting sun remains calm and unhurried: "My esteemed teacher once said, when it comes to being a person, one should be like painting. The most important aspect is to express oneself freely and boldly, without being overly concerned about minor flaws. Why do several seniors insist on scrutinizing so much? Junior brothers and sisters, come out and greet the esteemed seniors."

Rong Xiaofeng said in a low voice: "What do you intend to do?"

Du Sixian had already known Lin Qing's identity, but was thinking of something else: "Xiao Lin, do you think Xu Xiaoxiong is right? Could it be that everything that the Ink King just did was actually put on deliberately?"

However, what astonished Wuyouxin even more was that this extremely powerful move of his had completely struck empty air. He only felt the opponent's left foot lightly tap in his palm, using the force to leap into the air, gracefully soaring over his head...

Rong Xiaofeng laughed heartily: "Po Mo Wang expresses his emotions through his painting skills, comparing his art to people. He should be a person of elegance and refinement, capable of blending and transforming. However, observing his disciples, their behavior is so secretive that it seems to diminish the master's grandeur..."

Not to mention the injured Xu Moyang and Yang Shuang'er, even Du Si and Rong Xiaofeng can be considered top experts in the martial world. They only realized the enemy was approaching when they were about a yard away, which clearly indicates that the incoming adversary possesses exceptional martial skills, at least reaching the level of the earlier Ink King.

The person who has arrived is none other than the renowned "King of Ink Splashes," who ranks second among the famous figures from all directions, known for his first-rate painting skills, second-rate demeanor, and third-rate martial arts prowess

Everyone is filled with doubt, as the saying goes: "If he reveals himself, with his martial arts combined with the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn, he would definitely have the strength to compete with us. Why does he not take action?"

A woman in a pink dress emerged from a patch of flowers, her attire flowing and large, resembling a great butterfly, easily overlooked while hidden among the blooms: "This humble girl, dressed in light pink, is the youngest disciple of the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn. Esteemed seniors, please allow me to say a word. My master does not anticipate any conflict with you all, and before our departure, he specifically instructed my senior brother to act with caution and to avoid any misunderstandings"

In a single day, Xu Moyang encountered four renowned figures from all directions. Compared to the effortless demeanor of the Mechanism King, the cold and ruthless nature of the Prison King, and the elegant and cultured charm of the Ink King, he felt the most affinity for the Poison King, the only one among the renowned figures who was famous for his martial prowess and exuded an air of dominance. Perhaps it was because he witnessed the genuine friendship between Du Si and Lin Qing at that small hotel, which resonated deeply with him. He was not one to express his inner emotions easily, but he simply smiled slightly at Lin Qing and raised his hand in greeting.

The red robes of the setting sun flutter in the morning breeze: "Originally, there would be no issue in reporting this to our master, but since the third junior brother was injured at the hands of a senior, as the eldest disciple of the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn, I find it difficult to explain this to our master"

Du Si smiled and said: "Since this is a misunderstanding, I kindly ask everyone to inform your master. The reason we released the Heavenly Maiden's Flower was that we had just encountered the Mechanism King and the Prison King at that time. As for the details, you can inquire further. Please, everyone, take your leave!"

Po Mo Wang stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "I was originally at Changbai Mountain dealing with some matters amidst the snowflakes of the North, and I have only recently arrived in the borderlands. However, last night I discovered traces of the celestial maiden scattering flowers, so I sent a few of my young disciples ahead to investigate. Unexpectedly, there was a misunderstanding with a few individuals, and I must apologize for that!"

Rong Xiaofeng's eyes lit up; the newcomer, regardless of his stature, appearance, or demeanor, undoubtedly resembled a top-tier expert. Upon hearing Yang Shuang'er address him as Uncle Lin, he greeted, "Is this gentleman a figure from Wushuang City? Truly a dragon among men, a remarkable talent."

The remaining members of the Six Colors Spring and Autumn were also completely silent at this moment, as everyone was seeking an opportunity to strike. A single move could affect the entire situation, and the circumstances were in a state of deadlock

Yang Shuang'er smiled and said: "General Ming may not necessarily come to attack in person, and besides, Brother Xue has promised to help us persuade General Ming. At the very least, it shouldn't lead to enmity, right"

Lin Qing smiled and said: "Although I am arrogant, I am also self-aware. My martial arts skills are still a notch below General Ming. However, if I possess this divine bow, along with the techniques passed down by the master of cunning and skill who knows General Ming's details well, there must be some extraordinary methods specifically designed to deal with the general. I fear I may be able to compete with him.

Xu Moyang and Wu Youxin exchanged glances, and everyone laughed lightly in agreement

Xu Moyang observed the battle from the sidelines, noticing that the six-colored weapons of spring and autumn were all extraordinary implements, including brushes, palettes, and seals. The hidden weapons used by the desert yellow were surprisingly as black as ink, resembling hardened ink blobs. The display of remarkable skills and techniques was endless, and coupled with the opponent's brightly colored garments that were constantly in motion, it was almost blinding to the eyes. One could only wonder what it felt like to be in the midst of such a chaotic scene.

Lin Qing surveyed the terrain and remarked: "This place relies on natural fortifications, with its heights and depths winding intricately, creating a balance of reality and illusion. Even if the general were to lead a large army here, the lord of the manor should be confident in being able to hold them off for ten days or half a month."

Lin Qingsu said: "I have actually been following you in secret all along. The time mentioned by Xiyanghong in the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn, which was said to leave you a stick of incense, is entirely a lie. That Ink King has long been lying in wait, ready to act. It was only because Master Rong acted too quickly that he had no choice but to reveal himself; otherwise, his eldest disciple would likely have already perished in the Crossing Tribulation Valley."

The object is a reflection of the mind. I do not understand why Du Si would ask such a question at this moment, and I instinctively replied: "How could one not understand? To enter my domain, one must be proficient in mechanisms and civil engineering. There are more than a hundred drawings that I have hand-drawn alone."

With a loud bang, the green grassland ultimately could not withstand the decades of effort stemming from the heart, forcing a hard blow that resulted in a muffled groan, as it fell crookedly into the grass by the edge of the valley, seemingly having suffered a hidden loss

At present, Rong Xiao is silently practicing his profound skills, stepping forward step by step, while still laughing heartily: "The disciple of the Ink Splash King is indeed extraordinary, but I bet you definitely won't last even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."

Xu Moyang had just escaped from General Ming's massacre in the winter return city. In such chaotic battles, where lives are exchanged for lives, the perilous situation was both enlightening and terrifying; even Yang Shuang'er couldn't help but clench her delicate fists and stomp her dainty feet, wishing she could join the fray herself

The group continued to make their way towards the Xiaowang Mountain Villa, and Wuyou let out a long sigh, saying: "Initially, I did not take this so-called renowned figure seriously, thinking it was merely the exaggeration of some idle people in the capital. Today, after witnessing the unparalleled skills of the Mechanism King and then the extraordinary martial arts of the Ink-splashing King, I have come to realize that their reputations are indeed well-deserved"

Rong Xiaofeng was aware that the opponent's strength was certainly not inferior to their own. Although the Ink Splash King was known for his humility and courtesy throughout the Jianghu, his appearance here likely indicated ill intentions. Furthermore, General Ming's troops could arrive at any moment, making it imperative to return to the villa and take a defensive position. Thus, they adopted a demeanor of seeing off a guest.

Lin Qing and Xu Moyang clapped their palms together and laughed heartily: "To be honest with you all, I am naturally inclined to believe in fate, and my likes and dislikes towards people and matters are entirely based on my feelings. The moment I saw Young Hero Xu, I felt an inexplicable connection, and although I do not fully understand it, I am nonetheless very pleased."

Po Mo Wang laughed heartily, expressing extreme joy: "The beautiful scenery is merely a compliment to my painting skills, earning me a graceful title from others. Is there anyone in the world with the surname Mei? My surname is Xue, so you may call me Uncle Xue. However, if you were to call me Brother Xue, I would be even happier!"

Lin Qingzheng said: "Brother Du knows that I come from a humble background and have always been intolerant of the strong bullying the weak. General Ming is conscripting soldiers to the frontier, where the law of the jungle prevails. Although there are those in the court who harbor grievances, they all dare not voice their anger. In the capital, I cannot show too many traces; having come to this desolate northern frontier, if I cannot learn to take risks like Master Rong, what joy is there left?"

Xu Moyang observed that when Rong Xiaofeng laughed heartily, the corners of his clothing billowed out, and only then did he understand why he often laughed so much; it must be a method of cultivating his energy

Rong Xiaofeng said lightly: "As the renowned Dark Weapon King, it is only natural for him to assist the general in opposing us. Whether he is an enemy or a friend is entirely up to the word of the Dark Weapon King."

The Ge Yun Mountain Range stretches for hundreds of miles, and the Xiao Wang Mountain Villa is located at the crucial path of the Du Jie Valley. As long as the villa remains intact, General Ming should not have the capability to encircle us from the back mountain in the near future. Lin Qing turned to Xu Mo Yang and asked, "What is the stealing sky bow that you mentioned, Brother Xu? Why must we wait until the seventh day of the fourth month?"

The object is said with a hint of sarcasm: "Hehe, the title of the Ink Splash King is too grand; it is only by preparing ourselves so rigorously that we truly show him our respect."

At present, Rong Xiaofeng said: "You may not be aware, but what Old Du mentioned is not those sketch diagrams of mechanisms that make people feel frustrated."

Unexpectedly, someone had already appeared behind them without their awareness

At this moment, even Wuyouxin has put away his usual cheerful demeanor, wearing a serious expression: "The Ink Splashing King possesses such profound inner strength; this Lion's Roar from the Buddhist sect nearly drove me to madness!"

Things are perceived through the heart; the liveliness instead brings greater joy. Leaping to the side of Rongxiao, they walk side by side towards the six-colored spring and autumn. The white hair dances in the wind, adding to their grandeur.

Po Mo Wang laughed heartily: "As you say, Master Rong, it is settled. We shall meet again soon, so I will take my leave for now"

Having turned a corner of the mountain, the distant sight of the Mountain Villa comes into view with a smile

Everyone sang in harmony about the six-colored spring and autumn, leaving one at a loss for words. Observing the other party's courteous demeanor, it felt as though one was the one at fault.

Du Si pondered for a long time and asked Rong Xiaofeng: "What does the master of the manor think if this person assists the general in attacking Xiaowang Mountain Manor?"

Suddenly, a person emerged from behind a large red stone, which was located six feet to the left. This startled Yang Shuang'er, as she realized the enemy was so close to her.

A voice came from behind, proudly declaring: "The Six-Colored Spring and Autumn is neither a ghost nor an object; it is six individuals."

No, Xu Xiong is not being overly suspicious; you possess the keen intuition of a master of both skill and clumsiness, and you will certainly not be mistaken. A voice, filled with confidence yet exuding a sense of tranquility, softly echoed.

Du Siyuan was exceptionally skilled, yet he did not anticipate that Rong Xiaofeng and Wuyouxin would resort to risky techniques in their martial arts. The opponent's unconventional weaponry and tactics were also extraordinary, engaging in a gamble of risks. Seeing that the outcome of the battle hinged on a single move, any slight misstep could lead to either death or serious injury. After all, our side had no prior grievances with the renowned figures from all directions, and the situation had unexpectedly escalated to this point, causing his expression to change dramatically.

A figure in white emerged from the left corner, and without a doubt, it must be Qing Lian Bai from the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn: "I am Qing Lian Bai. My master arrived in the vicinity only last night. Upon seeing the celestial maidens scattering flowers in the valley, he ordered us to come and investigate. The matter arose suddenly, and we too had to proceed with caution. It is certainly not our intention to pry into the movements of esteemed seniors." This person spoke in a well-organized manner, and he is undoubtedly the most astute and strategic character in the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn.

Rong Xiaofeng contemplated inwardly: "Xiao Wang Mountain Villa stands on a natural stronghold, and with my efforts over the past few years to establish fortifications and deepen the moats, it can indeed be considered easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, for true masters of the martial arts world, these defenses are merely superficial. The reason I am willing to assist you in opposing the general is partly due to my connection with the Master of Subtlety and Clumsiness, and partly because the general's actions have stirred the blood of various tribes beyond the frontier. Yet, if the Ink King and General Ming were to join forces, along with the assistance of the Mechanism King and the Prison King, I would truly have little confidence."

The object, feeling embarrassed, honestly admitted: "Although I know a bit about sketch lines, I am truly an outsider when it comes to watercolor painting; those colors simply dazzle me."

Lin Qing was not modest, laughing as he said: "As the King of Hidden Weapons, I emphasize striking without a trace, retreating with a single blow. Therefore, it is also for a reason that the old man cannot timely discover our traces." Although he spoke confidently, revealing a sense of arrogance in his words, his tone was sincere and his demeanor natural

Rong Xiaofeng and You Wuyixin are both individuals of remarkable insight. Although today marks their first meeting, their collaboration is as harmonious as if it were preordained. They both recognize that the most crucial element in the Six-Color Spring and Autumn formation is the Sunset Red. Therefore, You Wuyixin strikes to break through the attacks of the other three, while Rong Xiaofeng focuses all his efforts on the Sunset Red. As long as he injures this person, the formation will collapse. Meanwhile, Du Si stands by, watching closely, ready to seize the opportunity to strike as soon as there is a flaw in the opponent's formation. Their long experience in battle has allowed these three to develop such a tacit understanding in just a few exchanged glances.

Du Si, with his rich experience in dealing with enemies, did not act recklessly to prevent the enemy from finding an opportunity. In an instant, he stood firm like a mountain, positioning himself in front of Xu Moyang and Yang Shuang'er. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the six individuals without blinking, and he clapped his hands and laughed heartily, saying: "If we are truly to gamble on this, I can only stake all my savings on Master Rong and Old Wu."

Du Si suppressed his surprise and calmly asked, "Do you understand painting, Wu Lao?"

Yang Shuang'er said: "We have important matters to attend to, and besides, your junior disciple in green has not sustained any serious injuries, so why be so aggressive?"

To know that just now, the power cultivated over decades suddenly erupted, while the person in the green attire effortlessly evaded from under his palm and even took a step ahead to land behind him, already demonstrated martial skills that could rival or even surpass his own; this is secondary, the key point is that the person in green, fully aware of the misunderstanding, chose to evade rather than block in that split second, otherwise, if both sides had engaged without hesitation, hastily launching attacks, it could have resulted in mutual destruction.

Lin Qing said proudly: "Throughout my life, I have regarded fame, power, wealth, and beauty as nothing. If there is anything in this world that truly moves me, it is the pursuit of martial arts. In the past, I was aware that I was no match for the general, so I had to keep a low profile. Now that I have such an opportunity, I must give it a try no matter what"

Po Mo Wang is only around forty years old, with delicate features and three strands of long beard, exuding an air of ethereal grace. Given his demeanor and unparalleled painting skills, it is likely that he captivated countless young girls in his youth. His humble and courteous speech, combined with his handsome appearance and composed demeanor, presents the image of a wise and accomplished individual, inspiring respect at first sight and naturally diminishing the hostility in the hearts of a few.

With great anger in his heart, he said: "Since your master is not here, do you think you can keep us here? Come, come, come, you first take my palm strike. If I cannot make you retreat more than ten steps, then I will consider myself defeated"

Meanwhile, Wuyouxin suddenly shouted loudly, first gently shaking his shoulders left and right, then leaping into the air, performing a somersault, and with his head down and feet up, he struck backward with a palm.

Haha. "Things are driven by the heart's desire for martial arts, and curiosity is strong. Moreover, without regard for the taboos of the martial world, I couldn't help but ask directly: 'So it turns out that Wang Yi's passion for painting can be explained in this way regarding martial arts. But I wonder, how would you describe your own martial arts, Brother Lin?'

At that time, traditional Chinese painting emphasized the use of multiple ink washes, focusing on elegance, tranquility, clarity, and grace, without placing much importance on watercolor. Western oil painting had only recently been introduced to the Central Plains, and aside from the capital, it was rarely seen in other regions. Even Yang Shuang'er, who had learned painting techniques since childhood, was not very familiar with it. In contrast, Xu Moyang, as the city guard of Donggui City, had heard of various extraordinary people, events, and objects from all over the world, and thus had a clearer understanding.

Lin Qing淡淡 said: "The path of martial arts is ever-changing, with mutual generation and mutual restraint. There is no need for the old master to belittle himself. The martial arts of the Ink Splash King subtly align with the essence of painting, striving for innovative layouts and refreshing artistic conceptions. However, whenever he occasionally achieves remarkable skills, he deliberately keeps a low profile, fearing that others might discern the traces of his craft, thus falling into the inferior realm of intentionality. Therefore, the art of stealth and invisibility is his greatest strength"

Amidst the boisterous laughter of the crowd, they finally stepped into the last line of defense against General Ming beyond the Great Wall—Xiaowang Mountain Villa

As Xu Moyang's voice fell, a strange expanse of green appeared before him, as if numerous wild grasses were curling towards him from both sides. The fresh fragrance of the grass suddenly spread before his eyes, yet it was intermingled with a strong white light. The other party could no longer contain themselves and could not help but take action.

Both Rong Xiaofeng and Du Si are seasoned veterans, and upon hearing the sound, they couldn't help but frown deeply

Du Si, however, remained silent, merely observing the surrounding situation. The Ink Splash King ranked second among the renowned figures, only behind the Capture King Liang Chen, who is celebrated for his prowess in capturing. He possesses astonishing skills, and just by looking at his disciple's demeanor—neither servile nor arrogant, confidently unafraid—one could infer that if he were nearby, coupled with the numerical advantage of the opponents, a confrontation would indeed be perilous. Even if one possesses exceptional martial arts skills, like the Wind of Laughter, who can effortlessly escape, the severely injured Xu Moyang and the slightly less skilled Yang Shuang'er might not be able to extricate themselves with ease.

The most skilled martial artist, Wu Youxin, was the first to sense the anomaly, and in a moment of panic, without any hesitation, he gathered decades of his power and struck first. The situation arose suddenly, and Rong Xiaofeng, who was walking beside Wu Youxin, only felt the fierce wind generated by Wu Youxin's unexpected strike tearing through the air, lifting his flowing white hair, exuding an astonishing momentum. This illustrates just how formidable Wu Youxin's subconscious life-saving strike was. The situation arose suddenly, and Rong Xiaofeng, who was walking beside Wu Youxin, only felt the fierce wind generated by Wu Youxin's unexpected strike tearing through the air, lifting his flowing white hair, exuding an astonishing momentum. This illustrates just how formidable Wu Youxin's subconscious life-saving strike was.

With a smile, Rong Xiaofeng twirled his mustache and laughed heartily: "Miss Yang calls Brother Po Mo Wang and also refers to me as Uncle Rong. It seems I truly look too old. After defeating the general, I will shave off all this beard clean!"

With a hearty laugh, Rong Xiaofeng laughed four times, the Four Laughing Divine Skill reaching its peak. His eyes sparkled with brilliance, allowing him to perceive the situation of both sides in battle with utmost clarity.

Yang Shuang'er felt a sense of goodwill as Po Mo Wang admitted his fault right away, saying: "Uncle, your arrival is truly timely; if you had been a moment later, someone might have been hurt, and that would have been quite troublesome"

At this moment, Xiyanghong knew that if she were to retreat, the formation would be thrown into disarray, leaving her junior brothers completely defenseless. Since the opponent would not allow her to re-establish the formation, it was likely they would resort to lethal force. Hesitating in her heart, she finally steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and channeled her energy to confront Rong Xiaofeng. Meanwhile, Wuyouxin, in the brief moment of their encounter, connected with the powerful attacks from the other five, and her internal energy could no longer keep up. If Xiyanghong could withstand Rong Xiaofeng's palm strike, she would likely find herself trapped in the formation, and even if she did not die, she would sustain serious injuries. ... In that brief moment of their encounter, Wuyouxin connected with the powerful attacks from the other five, and her internal energy could no longer keep up. ... If Xiyanghong could withstand Rong Xiaofeng's palm strike, she would likely find herself trapped in the formation, and even if she did not die, she would sustain serious injuries ...

Rong Xiaofeng is a decisive and heroic figure. Although he is well aware that it is unwise to provoke a renowned general at this moment, given the current predicament, retreat is not an option. It would be better to resolve the matter swiftly; otherwise, if this eloquent and charming sunset figure continues to cling on, it is likely that General Ming's men will pursue him relentlessly.

Yang Shuang'er smiled and said: "What difficulty is there in this? Brother Xue, please allow me to pay my respects!" At that moment, she indeed performed a respectful gesture typical of peers.

The object is aware that the other party has come to form a formation. In that moment, the body spins rapidly around Rong Xiaofeng several times, responding to each move and blocking all the strange weapons launched by the opponent. Meanwhile, Rong Xiaofeng channels his power to its peak, with the target aimed directly at the eldest disciple of the Six-Color Spring and Autumn, Xiyang Hong

Having crossed the Valley of Tribulation, the mountain terrain became steeper, gradually rising higher. Shrouded in clouds and mist, the main peak of the Cloud Mountain Range, the Peak of the Gods, was already in sight.

Lin Qing's eyes flickered: "Although Xue Pomo and I are both renowned figures in the eight directions, our ways of acting are quite different. He is smooth and tactful, rarely allowing others to grasp any incriminating evidence against him, just as he strives for a natural and seamless quality in his paintings, leaving no trace. I merely happen to know some hidden truths about him, which is why I make such conjectures"

The Ge Yun Mountain Range features unique geological formations. Entering from the Youming Valley and passing through the Du Jie Valley, one arrives at the only mountain path that leads directly to the main peak. Only after crossing the Divine Peak does the terrain gradually descend, leading to the grassland desert beyond.

Du Si looked at the man in green and sighed, "After all these years, you still come and go with such vigor and mystery."

The setting sun smiled gently: "Master will arrive shortly. I, lacking in talent, only wish to leave you all a moment of time, if it pleases the esteemed seniors?" As the eldest disciple of the Six-Colored Spring and Autumn, although Xiyanghong spoke softly and unassumingly, he nonetheless unconsciously exuded confidence and dominance.

Lin Qing shrugged and smiled, a playful expression suddenly appearing on her otherwise resolute face, yet it seemed entirely natural, endearing to those who beheld it: "The ink-splashing Wang Yiqing, a master of painting, emphasizes the importance of spontaneity and leaving blank spaces in his work, always allowing room for maneuver. How could he resort to weapons at the slightest disagreement? Moreover, he probably already knows I am nearby, and he may not have the upper hand!"

Lin Qing let out a soft sigh: "A good bird chooses its tree, and a good steed recognizes its master. Such a divine bow, imbued with the secrets of heaven, is likely unattainable for those without fate. Let us observe how this unfolds."

It was only then that Xu Moyang realized the origins of these six individuals with their mysterious behavior. Seeing that the general had successively dispatched Ji Quanshan, Qi Zhuicheng, Du Lai Wuyang, and Qian Nan to hunt him down, along with the Mechanism King Baishi and the Prison King Heishan he encountered in the Ghostly Valley, and now this Ink Splash King Meijing, with as many as three renowned figures from all directions involved, he could only wonder what other experts might appear in the future. It was evident that General Ming was determined to capture him.

Several people changed their expressions. Although Xiyanghong spoke with a pleasant demeanor, the tone revealed a completely opposite meaning. These six individuals must have a united formation, which is why they appear so confident and seem to have the upper hand over their opponent

Rong Xiaofeng cautiously asked: "How does Brother Lin compare to that Ink King?"

A blood-red banner fluttered in the wind atop a large stone. The flagpole was twenty feet long, and the flag itself measured seven feet square, making a resounding sound in the valley where the strong winds blew, with two large characters inscribed on it—Laugh and Gaze!

Not to mention that the Ink Splash King was able to deflect Rong Xiaofeng's full-force strike under such circumstances, but the fact that even the desperate blow from Xiyanghong was instantly rendered formless without causing any backlash to Xiyanghong, and was calmly resolved, is truly astonishing. This level of skill is indeed remarkable, and even the decades of mastery possessed by those with the legendary techniques of the Hero's Tomb may not achieve such a feat. Based on Du Si's decades of experience, the Ink Splash King is undoubtedly one of the most skilled martial artists he has ever encountered

Yang Shuang'er exclaimed, "Uncle Rong's Xiaowang Mountain Villa is truly impressive; even my Wushuang City cannot compare to such grandeur"

Po Mo Wang smiled as he looked at Yang Shuang'er and said gently, "Whose daughter is this so polite? Just based on this sweet 'Uncle', I will definitely discipline my several disciples more when I return."

The essence of things is determined by the heart: "General Ming, as the foremost figure in my hero's tomb, is likely not easy to deal with."

Xiaowang Mountain Villa truly lives up to its reputation as a stronghold for troops defending the northern frontier

Lin Qing let out a long howl: "It is indeed one of life's greatest pleasures to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Rong in the face of our enemies"

Xiaowang Mountain Villa is located on the main peak of the Ge Yun Mountain Range, known as the Peak of the Gods. There is only a narrow path that allows three to four people to walk side by side, leading to the summit. On both sides, there are magnificent strange rocks and cliffs, dense forests, and winding paths that lead to secluded areas

A shadow shot forth, forcefully breaking into the battle group. With a swift motion, it lifted the setting sun red and deflected it. Rong Xiaofeng's palm, which was charged with power, unexpectedly struck nothing but air, leaving him with a sudden feeling of having misapplied his strength, causing his internal energy to stagnate, nearly making him spit out blood on the spot. At that moment, he exerted the Four Laughs Divine Skill with all his might, redirecting the force of his palm mid-motion, spreading his arms to the left and right, blocking several attacks from Wu Youxin that were driven by intent, and pulling Wu Youxin out of the battle group.

Behind the great flag lies the stockade of Xiaowang Mountain Villa, all constructed from fine iron. It is noteworthy that resources beyond the frontier are scarce, and the presence of such a substantial amount of fine iron is indeed astonishing. Moreover, on both sides of the pass stand dozens of arrow towers, serving the purpose of lookout and defense against enemies, with powerful crossbows, strong bows, catapults, and massive rolling logs poised and ready. Additionally, the cliffs of God Peak are steep and slanted, appearing as if they might collapse at any moment. The rocks are adorned with the grotesque images of fearsome beasts, skillfully carved as if by axe and chisel, evoking a sense that it is nearly impossible to breach this fortress that is almost beyond belief.

As the setting sun casts a deep red hue, I bow deeply: "Young lady, you may not be aware that since the inception of the Six-Colored Spring and Autumn, I have never diminished the prestige of my master. If I were to let you all leave just like this, I would truly lose face as the eldest disciple."

As the setting sun casts a red glow, I see Rong smile, approaching step by step with a calm demeanor, showing no fear whatsoever. I take half a step back, yielding to the imposing aura that the other party brings, and with a slight flick of my wrist, I reveal a three-foot-long brush. I then chuckle and say, "My master has taught us not to dabble in gambling, so I must politely decline this wager, Master Rong."

He was a man of great courage, and at this moment, as the pressure increased, he instead let loose and drew his long sword, pointing it towards the grass, and shouted loudly: "With such a grand reputation in all directions, are your disciples merely timid and cowardly?"

What on earth is "Six Colors of Spring and Autumn"?

The object is conceived in the mind, and the swift body technique of the ink-splashing Wang is as elusive as a shadow, especially causing my heart to tremble: "This person has actually been able to remain hidden around me for so long without my notice; their martial arts skills are indeed remarkable"

Yang Shuang'er also said: "What is most admirable is his grand demeanor, which captivates people's hearts even more."

Lin Qing smiled faintly without giving a clear answer, looking at Xu Moyang, and slowly extended her hand: "The last time I met Young Hero Xu in a hurry, I always felt as if we had known each other for years. It seems we are truly fated to meet."

Although Rong Xiaofeng has long resided beyond the Great Wall, he possesses considerable knowledge of the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Upon hearing Du Si's words, he has already discerned the identity of the visitor. He is also aware that Du Si's display of calmness is merely a strategy to confuse the enemy. While his side is unaware of the opponent's strength, the opponent is equally ignorant of their own true capabilities. Such an unpredictable and profound situation is precisely in line with the art of psychological warfare

Yang Shuang'er smiled and said, "My father has long said that Uncle Lin's skill of moving like a wild goose leaves no trace, though it may not be the best in the world, is still unmatched by very few."

In a critical moment, a miraculous transformation occurs

The King of Hidden Weapons? ! '' Xu Moyang was greatly astonished. Could it be that this person, who appeared to possess an innate grace and profound charisma, is indeed the renowned King of Hidden Weapons, Lin Qing, known throughout the eight directions? A deep sense of doubt arose in his heart

Xu Moyang also understood the tactics of Rong Xiaofeng and Du Si. At this moment, it was essential to feign indifference towards the current formidable enemy, as this would provoke the enemy to reveal themselves from their concealed positions. Otherwise, with the enemy hidden and us exposed, engaging in battle would inevitably bind our hands and feet, placing us at a disadvantage in this perilous valley. Xu Moyang then smiled and said, "Surely what Old Du refers to are those watercolor paintings with distinct layers of dryness and wetness, as well as Western paintings"

Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Youxin were also taken aback. Yang Shuang'er smiled slightly with a hint of pride and said, "Yes, Uncle Lin is my cousin. Although he ranks fifth among the renowned figures in the Eight Directions, he can still be considered one of our people from Wushuang City"

Du Si took a swift step to the side of Yang Shuang'er, blocking the approaching person, only to find that the other party had not gathered their energy. Consequently, he also refrained from exerting his own strength, quietly observing the situation.

His martial arts skills are certainly not of a third-rate level, but are absolutely of the first-rate caliber

On the right, a man in blue appeared, his expression cold and unsmiling, merely letting out a faint hum, which conveyed a strong sense of hostility

It was precisely the early spring of March, with the signs of spring still faint, the morning breeze remained chilly, causing the vegetation in the Crossing Tribulation Valley to sway wildly, while also bringing waves of floral and herbal fragrances that were quite pleasing to the senses. However, amidst this splendid spring scenery, a hidden danger lurked, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Du Sichang laughed and said, "The King of Hidden Weapons is proficient in all hidden weapons under heaven; I wonder how he fares with a bow?"

The Xiaowang Mountain Villa is built directly on the path, perfectly situated at the summit of the Gods Peak

The large stone is remarkably smooth, yet it bears no traces of being carved by tools. If such a peculiar and sudden formation could be entirely attributed to natural wind forces, it is indeed astonishing

The sound of laughter echoed, and it was said: "That must be the renowned master of ink painting, Wang Meijing, whose unparalleled skills are famous throughout the capital and beyond."

As everyone raised their eyes, they beheld a long, columnar stone emerging from the mountain peak several dozen meters ahead. The stones in the northern mountains are mostly rugged and jagged, making it rare to see such a long, beam-like stone.

One perceives the other through the heart's eye, and upon seeing that one person is injured, he remains courteous, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "No need for formalities, no need for formalities, your junior disciple is fine. Hehe, considering that you are all not very tall like me, I only used seventy percent of my strength just now." It is unclear whether he is genuinely showing mercy or merely boasting.

Thus, the person in blue evades the astonishing move of the Heart Stone not by a slight superiority in skill or technique, but through an exquisite and agile body movement, an unparalleled confidence, and a quick-witted adaptability in the face of the enemy

The object is influenced by the heart, and from a young age, one has been intrigued by various extraordinary skills and techniques. At this moment, one has long forgotten the threat posed by the enemy beside them and hurriedly inquires.

Po Mo Wang leaped down from the tree and clasped his hands in salute: "Elder, please do not take offense. In order to save my disciple's life, I had no choice but to resort to even my family's treasured techniques."

The person slowly turned around, revealing the young man in blue whom Xu Moyang had met at the Du Si Hotel.

The setting sun does not grow angry: "Having been in the same sect for several years, we have developed a tacit understanding. Although our senior possesses remarkable martial skills, none of us can match him in a one-on-one fight. However, if the six of us join forces, we can likely hold out for the duration of a stick of incense.

Yang Shuang'er giggled and said: "I mainly don't know how to address you. Well, you are called Beautiful Scenery, I certainly can't call you Beautiful Uncle!"

Du Si smiled faintly: "Although the King of Hidden Weapons ranks only fifth among the renowned figures, he is the only one who has gained fame through martial prowess. This answer is self-evident." Lin Qing smiled but did not respond

Du nodded slightly: "The Ink Splash King ranks second among the renowned figures in all directions, known for his humility and composure, with an elegant demeanor and an excellent reputation. He wields the breathtaking brush technique of the Seventy-Two Soul Snatching Styles, proudly standing out in the capital, yet he always claims to be of mediocre martial arts, second-rate temperament, with his painting skills being of the highest caliber. This individual is passionate about painting to the point of obsession, and even his six disciples are named after colors in painting, embodying a blend of skill and simplicity. They are respectively named Sunset Red, Desert Yellow, Light Purple Blue, Grassland Green, Clear Rippling White, and Flower Light Pink, collectively referred to as the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn."

When a sound is heard, the weapon resembling a brush that opens the vast yellow desert is struck first by the heart, and then it exchanges blows with a weapon that resembles a pale blue and purple palette for half a move. Suddenly, a flash appears before the eyes, and a figure in light pink attire flutters in. A small paintbrush points to the center of her brow, and as she raises her hand to separate time, she instead replaces it with a white seal of clear ripples

Du Si said in a deep voice: "What brings the Ink Splashing King to this desolate place, indulging in his painting skills, when he is not in the capital?" As an observer of the earlier scene, he had the clearest view. The Ink Splashing King first used the lion's roar of the Buddhist sect to momentarily halt everyone's movements, then, in a swift and urgent manner, relied on his exquisite agility to force his way into the battle group, seizing the setting sun red. Rong Xiaofeng's palm was almost upon him, yet he managed to lightly shake it off, dissipating nine-tenths of the force. Finally, he used the remaining one-tenth of Rong Xiaofeng's palm strength to escape from the battle group.

That shadow, seemingly insubstantial, lifted the sunset red and swept up onto a large tree, swaying rhythmically in the air with the rise and fall of the branches: "Master Rong's palm strength is formidable; if this strike were to land, it would surely take the life of my beloved disciple"

It turns out that the voice coming from behind at this moment is no longer the one that was heard earlier, but rather the voice that initially came from the bushes. Based on this situation, it can be inferred that either the enemy is capable of changing positions without being detected, or they are well-versed in the art of sound transmission, using air pressure to obscure their true location. Regardless of which scenario it is, both present a very troublesome opponent.

Rong Xiaofeng sighed and said: "Originally, the Laughing Mountain Villa had over 700 people. Since I met Master Qiaozhuo, I realized that a conflict with General Ming was inevitable. I have sent all the elderly, weak, women, and children down the mountain, leaving behind more than 300 disciples whom I personally trained, all of whom are determined to resist the general with their lives"

The man in blue straightened his attire and bowed, saying: "I am Lin Qing, honored to meet you, Master Rong."

If this is merely third-rate martial arts, then what constitutes first-rate? The reputation of the Eight Directions indeed lives up to its name

The newcomer, polite and courteous, first performed a bow: "I, the eldest disciple of the Six Colors of Spring and Autumn, Sunset Red, have come to pay my respects to all the esteemed seniors." His words were gentle, and his demeanor was calm; although he was of short stature, his movements were graceful, and he carried himself with composure, truly embodying the essence of the flamboyant style that he prided himself on as a true disciple of the Ink Master.

After everyone explained to Lin Qing, her eyes shone with a fierce brilliance: "The master of skill and clumsiness, a scholar of heaven and earth, this bow must be an extraordinary divine bow that can astonish the heavens and make the ghosts weep"

The object was struck by a single move, causing a great shock to the heart. As it fell to the ground, it was originally prepared to gather strength for another strike, but upon hearing the words of the newcomer, it was momentarily stunned: "Indeed, who are you?"

However, they heard Yang Shuang'er exclaim, "Uncle Lin, where have you been? The match has already ended before you showed up!"