HLnovel Chapter 242 Drunken Dream
Chapter 242 Drunken Dream
Chapter 242 A Drunken Dream
Eight-Knife Ghost's face lit up with joy. He knew Xia Liangchun was about to unleash his move, but he was already prepared. He quickly activated a magic scroll and threw it directly at Xia Liangchun.
Xia Liangchun needs some foreplay before he can unleash this move, so he believes he has it.
However, he was wrong this time. Xia Liangchun's move had already been improved by him, so there was no need to prepare at all.
In the next instant, Xia Liangchun unleashed a stream of liquid sword energy.
boom!
The talisman and sword energy collided between the two and then exploded. The talisman caused more damage, and Xia Liangchun was hit and suffered a minor injury. However, he did not retreat but instead became more courageous after the setback.
He continued to charge forward, sword in hand.
"Brother Chen..."
Before Ba Dao could utter his words, a sword aura slashed towards him.
Eight-Sword Demon immediately used an earth wall technique to block some of the damage, and then took out a very small shield to successfully block the attack.
Then, without hesitation, he abandoned everything and, like an arrow released from a bow, turned and ran wildly into the distance.
He knew he had been infected, and sure enough, not long after, his body was swept by waves of intoxication, as if by a hurricane. He felt the world spinning rapidly before his eyes like a top, and his thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, drifting aimlessly in the chaotic void.
Those people and things that are so familiar in our daily lives have now transformed into colorful light and shadow, fleeting and hard to capture.
puff!
Eight-Sword Demon actually bit off his own tongue. His eyes instantly regained a glimmer of clarity. Then, he quickly dodged to the side, and a sword aura grazed past him.
However, the sword energy struck the ground not far in front of him like a meteorite.
Without the slightest hesitation, Eight-Knife Ghost immediately changed direction and continued running wildly. At the same time, he was not foolish enough to expose his back to the enemy. He was already tightly holding two talismans in his hands, which were about to be successfully activated.
"Day after day, I am drunk and carefree, oblivious to the bitterness and sweetness of life's journey."
"Let us abandon bitterness and sweetness and follow old thoughts, and let our dreams dance gracefully with the shadow of a sword."
"Watch me dream of being drunk!"
In an instant, a water sword, like a dragon emerging from the sea, was unleashed by Xia Liangchun and rushed towards the Eight-Sword Demon with lightning speed.
Eight-Knife Ghost turned his gaze toward the water sword in terror. Just as he was about to throw out two talismans to block the fierce attack, he suddenly saw countless water swords rushing toward him from behind like locusts.
His terrified gaze was instantly overwhelmed by despair.
The talisman in his hand was like a headless fly, not knowing where to throw it. In the end, the water sword mercilessly pierced his heart. As he was dying, he only smelled a faint aroma of wine around him. This aroma made him feel intoxicated, as if he were in a dream.
"Hmm!"
Xia Liangchun, who was some distance away, took a big gulp of wine, then sniffed hard, inhaling the rich aroma of the wine into his lungs.
He slowly savored the aroma of the wine, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
This move originated from a dream he had while learning the Xia family sword technique, after he fell drunk on the training ground.
He named this move "Drunken Dream".
"For a mere few storage bags, you have committed such a heinous crime. Do you think this is appropriate, benefactor?" A voice as resounding as a great bell came from the woods.
Immediately afterwards, two footsteps, one deep and one shallow, came from that direction, like drumbeats, striking one's heart again and again.
Xia Liangchun, who was cleaning up the battlefield, was struck dumb. He stopped what he was doing and stared intently in that direction.
Two monks, one large and one small, dressed in tattered clothes, were slowly emerging from the woods.
"It's you again, you annoying monk! Don't bother me, get out of here!" Xia Liangchun snapped impatiently, like an angry lion.
“Benefactor, you could have spoken up to remind those three benefactors just now, so why did you remain silent?”
"Hmph, I like to do whatever I want, what's wrong with that?"
Xia Liangchun knew perfectly well that the monk was fully aware of everything that had just happened, and at that moment, his face turned ashen.
No one likes a ghostly voyeur.
Moreover, the fact that this monk was able to do all this without anyone noticing suggests that he must be a highly skilled person. He simply couldn't like such unpredictable people.
Besides, how could this monk know? Then why couldn't he stop it?
Hypocritical!
"Does the benefactor know that such a bloodthirsty nature will surely lead to inner demons and tribulations in the future?"
"What kind of bullshit inner demon tribulation is this? All the spirit stones I have on me now add up to only a little over a hundred. How am I supposed to overcome that Golden Core inner demon tribulation?"
"So I must work hard to earn spirit stones now, so that I will have the resources to overcome tribulations in the future. Don't you think so, old monk?"
"To earn a few spirit stones, you've caused so many people to die. Even if you manage to cultivate to the peak of Foundation Establishment in the future, you will definitely not be able to overcome that hurdle."
"You make it sound so easy. If I don't earn these spirit stones, what am I supposed to give to you, a monk?"
As he spoke, Xia Liangchun picked up Wang Ke's storage bag and threw it at him like trash.
However, with just a wave of the monk's hand, the storage bag swayed precariously in the air like a kite with a broken string before finally falling to the ground.
"I, a monk, find it difficult to accept such charity."
Xia Liangchun was suddenly stunned. He had thought that the two monks, one young and one old, were just jealous of his good fortune and wanted a share. Now it seemed that he was wrong.
"Shut up! I work hard with my own hands to earn spirit stones, while you spend your days begging for alms with a broken bowl. You shameless beggar, how dare you lecture me like this?"
"Alas, I hope that you will do more good deeds in the future so that you will be rewarded." The monk did not argue with him, but silently turned his head and led the young monk away.
He had originally intended to take Xia Liangchun as his disciple, but now it seems that the boy has no affinity with Buddhism, which is a real pity given his talent.
However, although the old monk did not speak, the young monk behind him had a face full of anger.
With a flick of his wrist, the young monk unleashed a gust of wind that swept past like a wild horse.
Xia Liangchun, who was smugly searching for the corpse, was caught off guard and his eyes were blinded by the sudden gust of wind.
When he opened his eyes again, his waist was empty. The five bulging storage bags were now reduced to a single, lonely one.
He instantly understood, and enraged, he stood up and shouted, "You filthy monk, how dare you steal my opportunity! Behold my swordsmanship!"
Meanwhile, the old monk had already come to his senses. By this time, he had snatched the storage bag back from the young monk and even gave him a hard knock on the head.
Seeing Xia Liangchun rushing towards him like a hungry tiger, he simply smiled, muttered some incantations, and then struck out with one hand in a fluid motion.
Xia Liangchun, who had come at breakneck speed, fell straight down from the sky like a kite with its string cut, and stood stiffly on the ground, his face filled with astonishment.