1novels Chapter 59 The Beauty Trap?
Chapter 59 The Beauty Trap?
Ouyang Heng did not treat his daughter as his everything, but rather as a doting father.
On the contrary, if his cold and aloof daughter could bring him warm benefits, he would not hesitate to take action.
The martial arts techniques of prestigious sects cannot be taught to even their own children without the sect's permission.
However, Sheng Wansong in front of us is from no particular school or sect, and his "Buddha's Palm" technique was acquired by chance rather than through a master. In other words, this palm technique can be passed on to family and friends.
The power of the Tathagata Palm surpasses all the martial arts Ouyang Heng has ever seen in his life. It is probably comparable to, or even surpasses, the legendary Shangqing Wind and Cloud Technique and the Nine Provinces Limitless Cave Heart Method.
If we can inherit this palm technique, Mingjian Manor will surely reach a new level and distinguish itself from the other five major sects.
Let's rename it Zhangjian Villa then; Buddha Sword Villa sounds better.
Ouyang Heng watched with a smile as his daughter stepped forward with the sword, very satisfied with her performance.
Ouyang Xue was not so happy. Her last meeting with Sheng Wansong was not pleasant, and she practically kicked him out yesterday.
I never expected that I would have to greet them with a smile just one day later.
Ouyang Xue forced a smile. She was unaware of her father's wicked intentions and simply felt that she couldn't be disrespectful in front of the six major sects.
"Young Master Sheng, please accept my sword."
Sheng Wansong did not make things difficult for her and stepped forward.
Ouyang Xue's height was about a little above Sheng Wansong's chest. From Sheng Wansong's angle, he could see the bun on the top of her head and the two blue flower hair ornaments.
The young lady of Mingjian Manor held the Zhanlu sword above her chest so that Sheng Wansong could take it.
The pressure from the arms caused the well-developed pectoral muscles to be squeezed out even more, pushing the silk to its limits.
"Thank you, Miss Ouyang."
Sheng Wansong took the sword with both hands, gripping the hilt with his right hand and the blade with his left.
He took this so-called peerless sword in front of him.
The sword is entirely black, with the blade and hilt seamlessly integrated, lacking a guard, as if it were cast from a single piece of metal.
Sheng Wansong held Zhanlu upright in front of him, his fingertips brushing against the blade.
Legend has it that when this sword was forged, the rain god swept the ground, the thunder god struck it, the dragon held up the furnace, and the heavenly emperor added charcoal. It took three years for the sword to be completed.
On the day the sword was forged, its brilliant light pierced the sky, the sun and moon shone brightly, the stars avoided its wrath, and ghosts and gods wailed.
Putting aside these obviously untrue legends, this is still a precious sword capable of splitting gold and cutting jade.
Seeing that he was pressing the sword blade with his fingertips, Ouyang Xue quickly reminded him, "Young master, the Zhanlu sword is extremely sharp, please be careful."
"Thanks for reminding me."
It is indeed a good sword.
Sheng Wansong felt the chill emanating from his fingertips and sighed inwardly.
It is an invaluable sword in this world, but it is of little use to Sheng Wansong.
This Zhanlu sword is far from being able to withstand Sheng Wansong's full strength.
If swung too forcefully, the sword will break. If too much internal energy is poured into it, the sword will disintegrate.
Is it possible to find a sword in this world that I can use?
Sheng Wansong had no hope.
His skills were improving every day, but the progress of casting technology could not keep up with his growth rate.
If you want him to wield it at will, it must be a divine weapon of the 'Peerless Sword' level.
However, the peerless sword was forged using stones left over from Nuwa's patching of the sky as materials, and infused with the blood of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance.
In this world without gods or Buddhas, where can we find a stone to mend the sky?
Having anticipated this outcome, Sheng Wansong was not disappointed and accepted the sword.
"Thank you, Miss Ouyang."
Yuwen Lie, Leng Ying, Hei Pu... they were all happy for Sheng Wansong and were also inspired to catch up.
The young people were frank, while the older people had shifty eyes, and it was unclear what they were thinking.
Whatever they're thinking, it doesn't affect Sheng Wansong's business.
Under the witness of the six major sects, Sheng Wansong accepted the Zhanlu Sword and firmly established himself as the number one young person in the martial arts world.
Surely, the name of Sheng Wansong will soon be known to everyone in the martial arts world.
"A fine sword for a hero, excellent!"
Ouyang Heng laughed heartily, then suddenly feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Hai'er, why doesn't this Zhanlu sword have a scabbard?"
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What is Dad saying?
The eldest son, Ouyang Hai, was completely bewildered.
The Zhanlu sword is incredibly sharp and has a unique shape, making it difficult to make a scabbard. The manor had no intention of doing so, as it was originally given away as a bare sword.
"Father," Ouyang Hai said, puzzled, and was about to reply.
"The scabbard needs to be made according to the swordsman's hand shape and habits."
It was Ouyang Xue who understood her father's meaning and spoke first, saying, "Please stay at Mingjian Manor for a few more days, Young Master Sheng, so that our servants can forge a scabbard for you."
"it is good."
Sheng Wansong readily agreed.
Lin Xian'er, sitting in the audience, suddenly felt uneasy, and a sense of crisis rose in her heart.
My foolish father looked down on Wan Song and treated him poorly, unlike Uncle Ouyang who had a discerning eye.
Will Sister Xue steal Brother Wansong away?
No, no, that's not right.
Sister Xue still has an unforgettable childhood sweetheart, so why would she compete with her for a man?
Lin Xian'er pressed her A-point and forced herself to calm down.
"Sister Xue, you don't mind if I stay a few more days, do you?"
Ouyang Xue found it amusing, but said helplessly, "You come and go as you please, but in all these years, when have you ever asked for my opinion?"
"That's right, Sister Xue's house is my house too."
Xian'er stuck out her tongue and stayed, feeling perfectly justified.
As for the rest of the six major sects...
"Please forgive me for not seeing you off any further."
Ouyang Heng finished sending the person off from Mingjian Manor, and then the rest of the sea journey was left to him to take a boat back.
The leaders of each sect were aware of his thoughts, but they had no reason to interrupt him, so they could only leave and think of another way.
After seeing the guests off, Ouyang Heng returned to Tai'a Pavilion, where his son and daughter stood on either side.
"Hai'er, our six major sects have reached an agreement to send people to Xun Valley Pass to thwart the Tianlong Gang's conspiracy, and then besiege the Tianlong Gang to completely destroy it."
"Take some men and go in my place."
Excitement gleamed in Ouyang Hai's eyes as he drew his sword and replied, "Yes, Father!"
The Famous Sword Manor has forged countless swords, yet rarely has the opportunity to wield them in the martial world.
Ouyang Hai was, after all, a hot-blooded young man who preferred fighting on the battlefield to blacksmithing.
"Is it inappropriate to leave a guest alone in the manor while the head of the household is away?"
Hearing his daughter's question, Ouyang Heng was greatly relieved. "With Xue'er here, I'm at ease."
Ouyang Xue's expression changed, and she finally understood her father's meaning.
"Father, it's me."
"Why."
Ouyang Heng waved his hand, "You're well past marriageable age. Are you going to wait for some boy who's nowhere to be found and who doesn't even remember you?"
"I know you've always been intelligent and considerate. I hope you can make an effort for the future of the manor this time."
Ouyang Xue bit her lip, wanting to tell her father that she had met the other person.
But the boy didn't recognize him.
After hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "Yes, Father."