Chapter Twenty-One of the Ten Scenes of Silk

Looking closely at the man, he appeared to be in his early twenties, with sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, long hair tied in a bun, tall and elegant, a three-foot-long sword at his waist—the very image of a chivalrous swordsman, dashing and handsome. Yet,

his expression was arrogant and domineering, a cold smile playing on his lips, an air of arrogance that suggested no one in the world looked down upon him. Hearing this, Little Murong felt both shy and delighted, whispering, "Brother, when did you arrive?"

The man snorted, "Not early, not early! When I arrived, you hadn't even taken off your clothes yet." Little Murong blushed, hurriedly exclaiming, "Brother, were you peeking from the side?" The man replied, "Nonsense, would I personally intervene? What could I do to my own sister? Heh heh, this kid..." Two sharp, cold eyes shot towards Wen Yuan like arrows, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Little Murong, still blushing, held Wen Yuan's hand and whispered, "This is my elder brother, named Murong Xiu. In the martial arts world, he's called Great Murong." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "So

you're Brother Murong. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Wen Yuan." Murong Xiu stamped his foot and shouted, "Little sister, you're really being unreasonable! How can you just casually tell others your elder brother's name like that?" Little Murong raised her eyebrows and laughed, "He's not an outsider." "You know my name, so why can't I say yours?" Murong Xiu sneered. "Fine, you want this kid to be my brother-in-law, is that it?"

Little Murong's eyes darted around, his heart pounding. He whispered, "Big brother, will you allow it?"

Murong Xiu glanced at Wen Yuan and sneered, "Kid, you've got some skills. You've managed to tame my sister so well, hehe!" Wen Yuan said, "You flatter me."

Suddenly, Murong Xiu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He shouted, "Kid! You want my sister? Not so easy!"

With a clang, Murong Xiu's sword flashed, and he flew over. His green robe billowed in the wind, like an eagle or a falcon. His smile was wild. In that instant, two streaks of green light slashed horizontally and vertically, already half a foot in front of Wen Yuan. Little Murong cried out, "Big Brother!"

Wen Yuan was utterly shocked, never expecting him to be so ruthless. He knew that if he hesitated even slightly, he would be torn into four pieces by Murong's two swift sword strikes. His heart pounded like lightning. He took a step back and drew his longsword. With two loud clangs, Murong Xiu's two lightning-fast sword strikes were simultaneously parried.

Wen Yuan had only just taken up his sword when he hastily responded. Although he barely managed to block the attack, his palms were burning from the impact, and his tiger's mouth almost cracked. He was shocked: "This Big Murong's internal strength is incomparably powerful, far surpassing Xiao Yin's!"

Murong Xiu, having missed with his two sword strikes, cursed angrily: "You brat, you weren't killed!" He then unleashed four sword strikes in quick succession, two vertical and two horizontal, transforming the cross sword into a well-shaped sword, flashing with blue light, exuding a chilling aura, and incredibly sharp. Wen Yuan was startled. He used the Guide Sword technique, seeing clearly the attack, and thrust his longsword in four directions, using the tip to meet the blade's edge with incredible accuracy, deflecting all four of Murong Xiu's sword strikes simultaneously.

Murong Xiu laughed loudly, his sword momentum unabated, his sword path expanding. Suddenly, he unleashed three sword strikes vertically and three horizontally, transforming the grid pattern into a field pattern, six sword beams blocking Wen Yuan's upper and lower paths. Four swords blocked from the outside, while two attacked from the inside, ruthless and flawless. Wen Yuan struggled to parry, and seeing that he couldn't deflect the lower sword strike, Little Murong swung her short sword to the side, deflecting Murong Xiu's attack. She cried out urgently, "Brother, you can't kill him!"

Murong Xiu laughed loudly, saying, "If he can't even withstand a few trivial moves from the 'Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique,' how can he be worthy of being my brother-in-law? If he can't withstand them, his death is no pity! Little sister, get out of the way!" As soon as he finished speaking, a green shadow flashed, and he had already drawn his sword again.

Provoked by him, Wen Yuan also felt a surge of competitive spirit. Calming his mind, he said, "Xiao Yin, don't help me, don't worry!" Little Murong said anxiously, "No, my brother's swordsmanship..." Before he could finish, Murong Xiu's green sword flashed, unleashing a "Gong" sword technique. He slashed horizontally at Wen Yuan with his left hand, forced Little Murong aside with his right, and then struck down with his sword, separating the two on either side of the sword light. He coldly laughed, "Little sister, don't interfere!" The sword returned, accompanied by a continuous crackling sound—the sound of the blade cutting through the air

. The power of the "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique" was truly extraordinary.

Wen Yuan focused his mind on his dantian, seeing a dazzling display of green light before him. He thought, "Breaking his sword path move by move is beyond my current skill, and I'm not as fast as his sword either. But I can use the Guide to exploit his weaknesses." He immediately aimed at the spot where Murong Xiu's sword light hadn't reached, and thrust out his sword with heavy force and a steady hand.

Murong Xiu let out an "Oh," seemingly surprised, and had to slightly restrain his sharpness, dodging the attack by turning to the side. He sneered, "Very good, very good! Not many can launch a renewed offensive under the pressure of my swordsmanship." With that, he roared, his sword tip trailing wisps of green smoke, slashing right, chopping down, blocking left, and thrusting upwards—four swords forming a square, precisely sealing off Wen Yuan's central palace. If it struck, his limbs would be severed, his head would remain on his neck, and only his torso would remain.

Wen Yuan's sword concentrated its true power. Seeing that although the "mouth-shaped sword" sealed the outer gate, the central gate was wide open, revealing its weakness, he immediately pierced through the four-sided sword square, aiming directly for Murong Xiu's chest and abdomen. Suddenly, Murong Xiu's face broke into a sinister grin, and he said in a deep voice, "Boy, you're going to lose an arm!" In an instant, Murong Xiu's sword path reversed, going down right, up left, and then drawing a square in the opposite direction of the previous four sword strikes, forming a "returning sword" pattern. The four sword strikes were dense and fast, trapping Wen Yuan's right arm in a dense encirclement, splattering four streams of blood.

This sudden change was incomprehensible. Wen Yuan was unaware of the ever-changing nature of Murong Xiu's sword techniques and was shocked by this sudden turn of events. In his shock, he had already prepared a counter-attack. He released his fingers and released his sword, shooting straight at Murong Xiu. He dared not move his arm, but his body smoothly moved backward, attacking Murong Xiu while also trying to save his own arm.

Seeing the flying sword hurtling towards him, Murong Xiu rolled up his right sleeve, still holding his own sword, but he caught Wen Yuan's sword, the blade pressed against his arm. With his skill, a series of cracking sounds rang out, shattering the sword one after another. The "回" character sword could not be used to its full potential, and Wen Yuan took the opportunity

to escape. However, his sleeve was torn in four large seams, and blood gushed from the wounds. Fortunately, he managed to save one arm. Wen Yuan was secretly shocked: "This big Murong is truly ruthless." Wen Yuan's escape from being trapped was only a matter of seconds, but little Murong was trembling with fear, his palms sweating. Seeing Wen Yuan injured and losing his sword, he quickly stood in front of Wen Yuan and called out, "Big brother!"

Murong Xiu flicked his sleeve, and with a series of clanging sounds, fragments of Wen Yuan's longsword fell to the ground, breaking into more than a dozen pieces.

Wen Yuan admired her, thinking, "Such profound internal strength! How does this skill compare to my senior brother's?"

With a clang, Murong Xiu sheathed her sword and laughed, "Good! That sword-throwing move was a desperate one, so ruthless! You're lucky, I'll compensate you with this little sister!" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you very much!" Little Murong's face flushed red, her smile as delicate as a newly blooming flower. Without saying a word, she tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve and bandaged Wen Yuan's wound.

Murong Xiu, arms crossed, saw the shy joy on Little Murong's face, a mixture of first love and bashful delight. He said, "Little sister, you really like this boy. Before, would you have bandaged someone's wounds? You'd be better off not just sprinkling salt on them."

Little Murong stuck out her tongue and laughed, "So what?"

Murong Xiu snorted and pointed at Wen Yuan, saying, "You brat, you're quite the ladies' man. My little sister, whom I've taken care of for over ten years, is now yours. Don't be like you were just now, giving her only a half-hearted gesture. It's so unpleasant." Wen Yuan and Little Murong blushed, surprised that he brought up this topic. Little Murong cried out, "Big brother, if you keep peeking at me...we...I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Murong Xiu said, "Hey, if I didn't tell you, you wouldn't know. Kid! Listen, when it comes to dealing with my sister in bed, you can't be so slow and hesitant. You have to be like that sword strike just now, go all out, and go all out..." Wen Yuan was speechless, thinking to himself, "Xiao Yin can't take it." Little Murong was very embarrassed and threw herself into Wen Yuan's arms, saying in a coquettish voice, "Hey, don't listen to my big brother's nonsense, he...he's the most shameless."

But then Murong Xiu laughed loudly, sat down on the offering table, and said, "Alright, you gave me the cigarette number, what's the matter?" Little Murong said, "Yes, I want you to help me save a friend." Murong Xiu frowned and said, "Who?" Little Murong said, "Zi Yuan, the girl from the Shui Yan Lou in Hangzhou, big brother, you should know her, right?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, half pleased and half worried, thinking to himself, "The two Murongs are famous throughout the martial arts world, perhaps they really have a way to deal with the Jingwei Prince's Mansion. It's just that the elder Murong has a rather sinister aura, which is really unsettling."

The younger Murong recounted the whole story of Zi Yuan from beginning to end, and then talked about Zhao Pingbo. Murong Xiu listened, occasionally asking a few questions, and soon he had explained everything clearly. Murong Xiu snorted and said, "You want me to find a way to prevent Zhao Pingbo from getting his hands on Ziyuan, right?" Little Murong laughed, "That's not all, it would be best if she could also leave Shuiyan Tower."

Murong Xiu scolded, "Little sister, who do you think your older brother is? I'm not as kind-hearted as you." He then sneered at Wen Yuan, "Kid, you've got some nerve. You already have my sister, isn't that enough? You haven't even gotten the first one yet, and you're already trying to steal her away?" Wen Yuan felt very embarrassed and didn't know how to respond, thinking to himself, "This man's words are so aggressive."

Little Murong laughed, "Big brother, I'm not even jealous, why are you angry?" Murong Xiu scolded again, "You little brat, you don't even know how to keep a close eye on this kid. Hmph, why should I help her? Don't I have anything better to do?" "No!"

Wen Yuan suddenly said, "Brother Murong, my desire to save Miss Ziyuan is not out of lust. Zhao Pingbo's abuse of power is already unforgivable; and Miss Ziyuan's plight is too pitiful to bear. Brother Murong possesses extraordinary skills; surely you have a way to deal with Zhao Pingbo and save Miss Ziyuan. I humbly request your assistance." Murong Xiu sneered, "I need not trouble myself with that."

Little Murong sighed, "Brother, if you can't think of a way, then there's nothing I can do. The Jingwei Prince's Mansion is powerful; if you can't deal with it, I have nothing to say." Murong Xiu cursed, "Little girl, don't spout nonsense. What is the Jingwei Prince's Mansion anyway? Dealing with that Zhao fellow is no difficult task." Wen Yuan asked happily, "Brother Murong, are you willing to help?" Murong Xiu sneered repeatedly, saying: "No."

Little Murong's face hardened. "Big brother, are you going to help or not? If you really don't help, I'll never talk to you again." Murong Xiu sneered, "You've used this trick since you were little. Do you think I'm afraid?" Little Murong snorted and turned to Wen Yuan with a smile, "Brother Wen, let's go!" Wen

Yuan was a little taken aback when he first heard her call him "Brother Wen." Little Murong grabbed his hand and laughed, "If we don't leave now, what will you say if your junior sister wakes up and doesn't see us?" Wen Yuan thought it made sense and laughed, "That's right, let's go! But your brother..." Little Murong said with a grin, "Never mind, let's go!"

Murong Xiu shouted, "Little sister, wait!" Little Murong ignored him and walked straight out. Murong Xiu rushed ahead of the two, asking, "Little sister, how did the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's shipment go?" Little Murong pretended not to hear, smiling at Wen Yuan, "Brother Wen, when we get back to the inn, you can't secretly do anything to me, or Sister Hua will see."

Wen Yuan said, "That's what I'm worried about." Little Murong laughed, "You should quickly explain it to her. We've been fellow disciples for many years, you'll get better quickly, right?"

The two walked out of the temple shoulder to shoulder, completely ignoring Murong Xiu. Murong Xiu cursed, "You brat, your brother is asking you a question!" But no matter how much he called, Little Murong only talked and laughed with Wen Yuan. Murong Xiu was furious, then suddenly thought, "Before, if she didn't talk to me, no one else could listen to her, so naturally she couldn't help it. Now that she has this boy, she probably really won't care if she doesn't talk to me." He hesitated, then called out, "Little sister, wait!" Little Murong ignored him, suddenly kissing Wen Yuan on the cheek, smiling at him. Wen Yuan chuckled inwardly, "This little girl knows how to play tricks, even on her own brother."

He happily played along, and the two ignored Murong Xiu.

Murong Xiu cursed, "You brat, do you really not want your big brother anymore?" But then he heard the laughter of Little Murong and Wen Yuan fading into the distance. Murong Xiu was furious. He smashed the dilapidated left temple door with a single blow, paced back and forth, and heard Little Murong's giggles in the distance. He kicked down the right temple door as well, leaped after her, and shouted, "You brat, I promised to help, so get back here!"

Little Murong heard him clearly, turned around, bowed gracefully, and said with a grin, "Big brother, thank you so much! That's what you call chivalrous and selfless! You truly are my good big brother!" Murong Xiu cursed, "You brat, you're getting more and more cunning! You've only just met this brat, and your arms are already bent towards him!" "!" Wen Yuan cupped his hands and smiled, "Thank you so much, Brother Murong. I will remember your great kindness." Murong Xiu spat and cursed, "No need!"

Little Murong asked, "Brother, how do you plan to help?" Murong Xiu snorted and said, "Come with me first. Kid, just wait. My brother and I will come to deal with that Zhao fellow in three days." Wen Yuan said, "Alright." He glanced at Little Murong, who was also looking in his direction. Both of them were reluctant to part. They had only just tasted love, and now they had to separate. Even though it was only for three days, it was hard to bear.

Seeing this, Murong Xiu said, "Boy, my sister won't be here for three days. If you can't stand it, then take care of it yourself! After three days, I won't be able to stop you from doing whatever you want." Wen Yuan blushed and said, "I won't."

Murong Xiu strode forward and called out, "Little sister, come with me!" Little Murong looked at Wen Yuan with tenderness in her eyes and whispered, "I will definitely help you rescue Miss Ziyuan, don't worry!" With that, she smiled sweetly and followed Murong Xiu.

Wen Yuan watched Little Murong leave, thinking to himself, "With Xiao Yin gone, I will have to be alone with my junior sister for three days. Although my junior sister and Xiao Yin get along very well, can she accept this?" After thinking for a long time, he made up his mind and decided to go and explain things to Hua Xuan. Seeing that the sky was about to brighten in the east, he quickly returned to the inn.

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