Qingyu's overwhelming sword strike was like a tiger freed from its cage, but with a squeeze of Guo Ran's two fingers, the tiger instantly turned into a trembling little cat.
Qing Yu's face changed dramatically. He desperately tried to snatch back the sword, but no matter how hard he tried, the sword seemed to be forged in Guo Ran's hand. His retrieval was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, unmoving at all.
At this moment, everyone was moved. Guo Ran had been acting carefree behind Long Chen, like an insignificant lackey, with no one taking him seriously. But when he made a move, it shocked the entire room.
"Fight my boss? Do you have that qualification? Go back and cultivate for another thirty thousand years! Guo
Ran sneered, suddenly flicking his thumb at the tip of his sword.
"Clang"
Sparks flew as Guo Ran flicked off a section of the long sword in Qing Yu's hand, about an inch long.
The long sword in Qingyu's hand was a top-grade royal weapon, but in front of Guo Ran, it was nowhere near enough.
A section of the long sword broke, trembling violently. Qingyu could no longer hold on, his tiger's mouth cracked by the shock, and he was sent flying backward.
"Ssshh!"
Guo Ran flicked his finger, and the broken sword tip shot toward Qing Yu's head like a bolt of lightning.
A flash of cold light appeared, and the sword tip pierced through Qingyu's skull. The disciples of the Tea God Sect shouted in terror:
"Senior Brother Qingyu... They
thought Qingyu had been killed by Guo Ran in a single blow. After all, with his head pierced, death was certain.
But soon they realized that Qingyu wasn't dead, but was just standing there quietly, not daring to move, as if he had lost his mind.
"Senior Brother Qingyu, are you alright?" Earlier, the woman who had spoken rudely stepped forward and tugged at Qingyu, speaking with concern.
"Whoosh"
As he pulled, Qingyu's body trembled, and then strands of hair drifted down through the air. From his forehead to the back of his head, about an inch wide, all his hair disappeared, revealing a bare scalp.
Originally, Qingyu wore a golden crown, but now the crown was scattered, and the messy hair in the center had become bald, and the edges were perfectly balanced and flawless.
People were both shocked and amused by the sight, and when they looked at Guo Ran, their eyes were filled with deep apprehension.
Not only them, even Long Chen and Xia Chen were startled. This kid's supreme arm could already be sent and sent at will?
But judging by Guo Ran's expression, the two knew it was just a fool; he couldn't shoot that accurately.
Not just others—even Guo Ran himself was startled. He had intended to slash off a piece of Qingyu's scalp along with his flesh and blood, to scare him and punish him for his disrespect to the Wine God Palace.
But he didn't expect to go off the rails slightly, but it still produced such an astonishing effect.
Guo Ran stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It's our first meeting, so there's nothing to give you as a gift. I'll just give you a center-parted hairstyle. Count the hairs on both sides. If it's asymmetrical, even if it's just one hair short, I'll admit defeat!" Long
Chen and Xia Chen were speechless. This guy really has thick skin, daring to brag about anything.
But Guo Ran's earlier strike stunned everyone. The disciples of the Tea God Sect were all terrified and didn't bother to count. Guo Ran dared to boast, but no one dared to verify it, allowing him to put on a dazzling performance.
"Kid, you're pretty lucky. The boss is in a good mood today, so remember, people like you who don't know your place, when you go out in the future, at least two people should be together." Xia Chen's expression was serious as he earnestly advised.
"Will two people be together just to be luckier?" A disciple of the Tea God Dao couldn't help but say.
Xia Chen shook his head: "No, what I mean is, on the road to the underworld, it's good to have someone to look after you!" As
soon as Xia Chen finished speaking, countless people burst into laughter. They hadn't expected Xia Chen to say something like that.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Xia Chen formed a hand seal with one hand. The broken sword left by Qing Yu on the ground seemed to come alive, tracing a strange arc through the air.
"Clang!"
The longsword pierced precisely into the scabbard at Qingyu's waist. Once sheathed, countless smiles instantly froze.
Especially the disciples of the Tea God Path, whose eyes were filled with terror, because just moments ago, when their vision blurred, they felt a cold, chilling light streak across their necks.
After sheathing the sword, they saw a strand of hair slowly drifting down. Watching the hair fall, they heard the sound of the sword sheathing. At that moment, they finally understood what had just happened.
Previously, Guo Ran's middle-parted haircut amazed everyone, but Xia Chen's move made countless people's scalps tingle.
Xia Chen could control others' weapons from a distance. The long sword just now had narrowly escaped the necks of all the Tea God Dao disciples and ultimately returned to Qing Yu's sword sheath. If Xia Chen had wished, these disciples would have long since been dismembered from their bodies.
"I... I ... We're here to discuss the Dao, not to compete! Qing Yu's face darkened, gritting his teeth and relying on his courage.
"We didn't even compete with you, did we? Besides, if this were a martial arts contest, do you think you have the right to stand here? Long Chen smiled.
"You were the one who made the first move just now." Qingyu shouted angrily.
"How strange, is it a martial arts contest just because they make a move?" We were just discussing the Dao.
What did you do before with all the ups and downs, what you could pick up and let go? I'm just testing whether you've reached that realm.
Since you can pick up and let go, you shouldn't be angry. Since you've come to challenge the Wine God Palace, you should be prepared to be humiliated.
What's wrong? You are only allowed to speak arrogantly, insult the elders of the Wine God Palace, and try to ride on the palace's reputation. Can't we fight back? You can only take advantage, not suffer losses. Is this what you call being able to pick up and let go? Long Chen retorted.
"This ..."
At Long Chen's question, Qing Yu was instantly left speechless, sweating nervously. He had lost his bearings.
Long Chen said calmly, "Tea Saint Lu Yu has forged three volumes of the Classic of Tea, but the Dao you understand is only the most superficial part of the lower Tea Classic."
Lu Yu's three Tea Sutras correspond to the wondrous Dharma of the Three Realms, which respectively refer to the realm of desire, form, and formlessness.
The scripture says: When the superior man attains the Way, he is promoted to the rank of Heavenly Official; The middle scholar attains the Way, and the immortals of the Southern Palace are arrayed; The lower scholar attains the Way and lives long in the world.
The scriptures you have obtained are the third volume, written for the inferior ones, corresponding to the desire realm among the three realms. In the desires, knowledge, enlightenment, and destruction of desires, if you fully comprehend the lower scriptures, you will live long in the world and live forever.
Coming to the Wine God Palace to challenge is clearly to expand your fame, to use the palace's reputation to elevate your status in the Tea God Dao.
According to the classification in the Classic of Tea, you are at the lowest level of the third level. To put it bluntly, you haven't even entered the door and have already established a so-called Tea God Dao, trying to deceive and deceive. Your ignorance and foolishness are truly heartbreaking. As
soon as Long Chen spoke, it was not only outsideThe powerful figures were shocked, and even those inside the Wine God Palace were moved. Everyone knew the name of the Tea Saint Lu Yu, but few knew much about the scriptures he had authored.
"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"
At that moment, an elderly man in a white robe appeared in the distance, his face full of anger as he spoke.
Seeing the old man, Qingyu and the others immediately exclaimed in delight, "Ancestor!" "