Chapter 36

Meng Nanxi is a martial arts enthusiast. When Lin Mu proposed the concept of internal energy in the previous issue, he had enthusiastically discussed it on the forum. Today, with the release of two martial arts magazines, he naturally bought both as soon as they were available.

He started with the one he was most looking forward to, "Fengye Seven Spells."

Heshuo had previously announced online that the main text he published in the magazine would undergo significant changes, essentially creating a brand new story.

As a renowned author, Meng Nanxi had been following "Fengye Seven Spells" online, and now he naturally wanted to see what differences there were in his idol's work.

As soon as he started reading, he was immediately engrossed. To be fair, Heshuo, who held the title of the best mid-length martial arts novelist, naturally had excellent writing skills. With the new concept of internal energy, various inspirations came flooding in, making Meng Nanxi feel extremely satisfied.

By the time he slowly savored and reread "Fengye Seven Spells" two or three times, it was almost lunchtime.

With about eight or nine minutes left until mealtime, he decided to open "Martial Arts Stories" and take a quick look to see what kind of story it was.

"Chapter 1: Country Folk in the City."

Meng Nanxi's lips twitched. The title made him feel it was too rustic, like a sketch by Uncle Zhao, and seemed to have nothing to do with martial arts.

However, just a casual glance, and he couldn't look away.

The first chapter of "Liancheng Jue" tells the story of the protagonist Di Yun, his female disciple Qi Fang, and their master Qi Changfa, living a simple life in the countryside, farming and practicing swordsmanship. One day, the senior master from the city, "Five Cloud Hands" Wan Zhen Shan, sends disciples to invite them, claiming he has mastered the "Liancheng Sword Technique" and invites the junior disciples to a banquet.

On the way to the banquet, a notorious bandit, Lu Tong, causes trouble. Di Yun helps, but this earns him the resentment of Wan Zhen Shan's eight disciples, who plot to attack him at night.

However, Di Yun, with the guidance of an old beggar he helped earlier in the day, learns three sword techniques: "Slap Style," "Disarm Style," and "Shoulder Stab Style."

The next day, in front of everyone, he fights against multiple opponents and defeats several of Wan Zhen Shan's disciples using the "Shoulder Stab Style" and "Slap Style."

The story is not complex, but a sense of frustration is already evident.

Di Yun risks his life to fight the bandit, but instead of gratitude from Wan Zhen Shan's eight disciples, he receives their enmity, and they beat him up at night.

However, only Lin Mu knew the tragic and angry tone of "Liancheng Jue." Other readers, upon seeing the first chapter, had not yet anticipated this atmosphere.

Or perhaps they were stunned by the meticulously structured martial arts in the book.

For example, Meng Nanxi.

As soon as he opened the book, Meng Nanxi saw Di Yun and his female disciple practicing, and their master Qi Changfa evaluating the moves. The sword technique called "Corpse Lying Sword Technique" had names like "Brother Gong shouts, dare not cross horizontally," "Suddenly hear a gust of wind, mountains flee," and "Fallen mud calls elder sister, horse's life is small." He found these names novel but also felt they were as rustic as the chapter title, extremely rustic!

But when Bu Yuan, who delivered the invitation, arrived, he immediately recognized one of the sword techniques as "Flowers fall endlessly, birds carry them away," and the atmosphere of the sword technique changed, stirring Meng Nanxi's heart.

"Corpse Lying Sword Technique... Corpse lying... Flowers fall endlessly, birds carry them away... Ah, could it be the Tang Poetry Sword Technique?" Meng Nanxi's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

His heart raced, and he felt a grand martial arts world unfolding before his eyes!

Using poetry in sword techniques, this was something that had never been seen in martial arts novels without internal energy. Even the new content in "Fengye Seven Spells," such as the descriptions of internal energy and techniques, seemed crude in comparison to the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique"!

Just as Meng Nanxi's anticipation for the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" was building, he saw Bu Tan mention the "Liancheng Sword Technique." The moment these four words appeared, even Qi Changfa was so shocked that he spat out the wine in his mouth, his composure shaken.

Meng Nanxi didn't yet know what the "Liancheng Sword Technique" was, but these four words seemed to have a magical quality, exuding a profound and weighty aura that was unforgettable.

"Hey, Xiao Meng, it's time to eat. What are you still doing there?"

A voice reminded him, and it was his colleague, reminding him to stop daydreaming.

Meng Nanxi responded with an "Oh," picked up "Martial Arts Stories," and joined the queue for lunch with his colleague.

The next plot, where the bandit Lu Tong from the Taihang Mountains disrupted the birthday banquet by carrying a bucket of feces, making the entire hall stink, made Meng Nanxi laugh involuntarily.

The colleague behind him, who was chatting with his girlfriend on his phone, bumped into Meng Nanxi's back after standing for a while. Looking up, he saw that Meng Nanxi was still standing there, reading the magazine, with a two-meter gap in front of him, and everyone had already moved on.

"Damn! Xiao Meng, are you reading 'Playboy'? So engrossed, hurry up and move forward!"

Meng Nanxi looked up, responded with an "Oh," and took a few steps to catch up with the queue, but then stopped again, engrossed in the story.

Many colleagues eating lunch had already noticed him, and seeing his dazed expression, a few girls burst out laughing.

"Hehe, is that guy crazy? Hey, Xiao Fang, did you give him a bad face yesterday?"

A girl named Xiao Fang glanced at him and scolded her friend, "If you're in love, go find him yourself, don't talk nonsense all day!"

...

"Hey, Xiao Meng, stop reading and get your food!" The cafeteria auntie tapped her iron spoon to remind him.

Meng Nanxi came to his senses, quickly tucked the book under his arm, took a tray, and grabbed some food, then found the nearest table and started eating while reading.

When he read about the eight disciples of the Wan family, who repaid kindness with enmity, and how Wan Gui, despite losing, stabbed Di Yun in the left leg, his anger grew.

Then, when he read about Di Yun, relying on his determination, almost winning again, only to be attacked by a brick thrown by the opponent, followed by a three-on-one attack, and being kicked in the stomach, face, and eyes, leaving him with a swollen face, his anger reached its peak.

Not only that, but the eight disciples also provoked Di Yun, forcing him not to complain to his master before leaving.

"Damn it, these bastards!" Meng Nanxi angrily threw down his chopsticks.

The entire cafeteria fell silent, and everyone stared at him, the usually gentle and well-mannered handsome man.

A few girls who had a crush on him felt their hearts break. The dreamy, gentle man they had in their dreams was so crude and irritable, making them feel chest pains.

Cough, well, maybe it was their second puberty, or maybe their bras were too small...

PS: Thank you, Ling Nue Shangren, for another 588 reward.

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