Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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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.

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After a loud "crash", the tranquility was completely disturbed, and layers of ripples spread wildly in all directions, turning the originally stable situation into pieces and chaos.

The hidden hatred between the two sides, under this sudden and strong impact, was like a raging fire fanned by the fierce wind that was howling wildly in the mountains. It burst into flames with a "boom".

The fire grew more and more fierce, the flames licking the surrounding air crazily, it was many times thicker and hotter than before, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Lin Wanting knew her master's temperament very well.

The master has had a hot temper since he was born. Normally, he is like a pile of dry and flammable firewood. It only takes a tiny spark to ignite a raging fire.

Once completely enraged, it will be like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, running rampant across the vast grassland without any scruples at all.

It wantonly trampled everything in its path, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

If the master really lets his anger get the better of him, the consequences will be so serious that it will be like a terrible disaster, unimaginable and chilling.

Although this farce of unexpected enmity filled her heart with helplessness and bitterness, as if she had swallowed an extremely unripe fruit, her heart was full of bitterness.

But she also understood deeply that the current situation had long been out of control, just like a kite with a broken string, swept away by the strong wind, flying farther and farther, and could no longer be pulled back on track, drifting towards an unknown and chaotic direction.

She pondered secretly in her heart, as if there were two little people arguing fiercely in her mind.

No matter the final outcome of this battle, whether He Yuzhu relied on his superior skills to defeat the others and stand out, or his master relied on his profound and powerful skills to win a great victory, for her, it was like a nightmare, a cruel ending that she did not want to see from the bottom of her heart.

In this dilemma, which seemed like a hopeless situation, she felt as if she were trapped in a thorny bush full of thorns and dangers.

Every step you take may cause your feet to be severely pricked by sharp thorns, and the piercing pain will instantly spread throughout your body.

She was full of hesitation, her thoughts were in a mess, and she had completely lost her direction. She could only stand there blankly, her eyes full of helplessness and confusion, like an abandoned island in the vast ocean, isolated and helpless, and at a loss.

"Master, please don't be angry first, let me explain..." Lin Wanting's voice trembled, her eyes turned red with anxiety, tears were rolling in her eyes, her eyes were like a frightened deer, full of anxiety and helplessness.

She bent her knees slightly, leaned forward, and subconsciously clasped her hands together in front of her chest, as if she was praying devoutly, begging her master desperately, hoping that he would calm down his anger and give her a chance to explain the whole story.

However, at this moment, Zhao Yunhai was like a volcano about to erupt. The raging anger rushed from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head, and the defense line of reason collapsed in an instant and turned into nothing.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at Lin Wanting, as if he wanted to see through her. His ears seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and no sound from the outside world could get in. How could he hear what she said?

"He, you captured my apprentice and injured my son. Today I will make you pay with blood!" Zhao Yunhai's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. He gritted his teeth like an enraged beast.

His lips trembled slightly due to the force, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, wrapped in endless hatred.

At this moment, the flame of revenge flashed in his eyes. The flame was hot and crazy, like the fire from the depths of hell, burning fiercely, as if to devour He Yuzhu completely.

Zhao Yunhai took a step forward, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white from the exertion. He roared, "I will use your blood to commemorate my fallen disciple!"

It turned out that he had received a tip-off a few days ago, and learned that Xu Changfeng had met with an accident and died unfortunately.

In the end, Xu Changfeng fell in a pool of blood and died under the indiscriminate gunfire from Gao Kening's men.

However, tracing back to the source, the instigator of all these disasters was actually He Yuzhu.

The situation got increasingly out of control. When Gao Kening heard the news of Xu Changfeng's death, he felt like he was struck by lightning. He suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot.

And those gunmen who shot Xu Changfeng seemed to be shrouded in bad luck. They died one after another with unknown causes and strange circumstances.

Now that such a chaotic and difficult situation is before him, if he wants to take revenge and seek justice, after much thought, he can only target He Yuzhu.

After all, in the area of ​​Macao, the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak prevails. Only by putting He Yuzhu to death and establishing authority with thunder-like means can we truly intimidate the various forces in Macao with ulterior motives.

Only by making them feel awe can we force those wealthy businessmen to hand over the two apprentices. Otherwise, this matter will never be resolved and there will be no room for turning around.

Zhao Yunhai's mind was as clear as a mirror. After years of struggling in this mixed world, he knew too well that getting along in society was not just about being brave and courageous, and that fighting and killing alone would not get you by.

The intertwined human relationships and social connections here are intricate and complex, hundreds of times more complicated than the superficial swordplay.

Take the current thorny issue for example. If he couldn't find a proper and comprehensive way to resolve it, given his previous violent temper, he would have rushed to the door alone with his weapon in hand, using the most direct and violent means to clean up all the troubles in one go. However, the subsequent hidden dangers brought about by such actions were not something he could easily afford.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunhai's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and the aura around him suddenly changed.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and there was a loud "bang", just like a thunder exploding out of nowhere. The sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding air and causing ripples.

At this moment, his body seemed to be infused with a tremendous force, and expanded rapidly like inflation, and in the blink of an eye it grew by more than three feet.

He stood tall with his head held high, his clothes rustling, like a majestic god of war appearing on earth.

At the same time, a faint white mist emanated from his whole body. The mist was soft and ethereal, just like the morning mist that permeated the mountains at dawn, hazy and dreamy; it was also like the spiritual energy surrounding an immortal, with a sense of otherworldliness.

The white mist seemed to have intelligence, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, flowing slowly and leisurely around his body, sometimes condensing, sometimes dispersing, as if accumulating endless energy, and it could erupt like a volcano at any time, releasing astonishing power that could destroy the world.

Zhao Yunhai's hands were waving in the air at an astonishing speed. His movements were so swift that they were like a sharp lightning, instantly tearing through the quiet night sky. It was impossible for people to follow him with their eyes. They could only feel a chaotic mixture of light and shadow in front of their eyes.

Every time he waved his hands, it was accompanied by a strong airflow, which made a crisp sonic boom. The sound was as powerful as the booming of war drums on the battlefield, and as passionate as the plucking of pipa strings in ancient music. It went straight into people's hearts, making their chests resonate and their blood surge.

Zhao Yunhai was a burly man, seven feet tall, and exuded a heroic spirit. However, his fingers were in a completely different posture, as gentle as a gentle woman in the Jiangnan water village holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking with lotus steps, delicate and agile.

When his slender fingers gently swept through the void, the mist that was originally scattered and floating around was as if pulled by an invisible force, like soldiers obeying orders obediently, and quickly gathered towards his fingertips, condensing into thin but tough white lines.

These white lines seemed to have come to life, dancing freely in the air with Zhao Yunhai's agile and changeable gestures, like a group of fairies dressed in white gauze and with graceful figures, performing a beautiful dance. Their postures seemed soft and pleasing to the eye, but in fact, every swing concealed a deadly murderous intent, making it impossible to guard against it.

These threads, like sharp lightning, penetrate the void in an instant at terrifying speed. Their sharpness seems to be able to tear through steel with ease, which makes people shudder.

A faint and cold light flickered on each silk thread. The light was mysterious and strange, like a beast lurking in the dark, emitting an extremely dangerous aura.

If these threads accidentally wrapped around a person, even an ordinary mortal body would be unable to withstand such terrifying power.

In an instant, the body will be as if cut by countless sharp blades at the same time, and will be torn apart easily, with blood splattering everywhere, and the scene will be horrific.

He Yuzhu had previously heard from Lin Wanting about the methods of her master Zhao Yunhai, and he had some plans in mind.

Zhao Yunhai was able to condense his internal energy and release it outwards, transforming it into thin strands of energy.

These methods are the secrets passed down from generation to generation in their sect. Ordinary disciples are not even qualified to know them, which shows how precious and profound they are.

However, He Yuzhu did not show any surprise or admiration, but instead looked disdainful.

In his opinion, the ability to release internal energy that Zhao Yunhai was proud of was something he had already mastered many years ago, and he was very adept at using it, far surpassing ordinary people.

Although Zhao Yunhai is a master at the peak of the transformation realm, relying on his profound internal strength, he can barely exert his internal strength and condense it into threads, but in He Yuzhu's eyes, this is nothing but a dwarf compared to a giant.

You must know that for a peerless expert who has truly entered the Baodan realm, condensing and releasing vital energy is as easy as pie.

For them, this is a basic ability that is as natural as breathing, and they can do it effortlessly without any deliberate effort.