Whose Hand Could Overturn the Clouds and Rain?

"Actions and intentions reversed?"

Nie Hongxian was secretly alarmed, but remained calm on the surface. Her gaze seemed to carry a gentle force, which calmed Feng Bohu down.

Tell me exactly what happened.

Feng Bohu greatly admired Nie Hongxian. After catching his breath, he began to recount the events that had transpired.

On the eve of the Martial Exhibition of All Nations, the East and West Markets of Chang'an would take turns opening their night markets.

Last night was the opening of the West Market, and of course, all the newcomers to the city couldn't resist going there to stroll around and have some fun.

At one street corner, a small lantern mountain several meters high was erected, with hundreds of exquisite lanterns hanging on a bamboo frame, neatly arranged, creating a magnificent and fantastical scene.

There are also many shops nearby, with lanterns hanging in front of them and riddles displayed.

Feng Bohu took Guo Lingwei along, insisting that Guo Lingwei solve a few riddles for him in order to win the rabbit lanterns.

In this brightly lit, bustling environment, the two suddenly felt a sudden silence around them.

Out of the corner of their eyes, they could still see a constant stream of people coming and going.

However, they were unable to move their bodies and could not hear a sound.

The reason was simply that someone behind them put their hands on their shoulders.

Nie Hongxian said, "You were injured by this move?"

Feng Bohu shook his head. "I'm not injured."

Upon hearing this, Nie Hongxian's expression remained calm, but her right index finger twitched involuntarily.

She almost felt she needed to draw her short sword from her sleeve to feel at ease.

The person who committed the crime put her under considerable pressure.

Nie Hongxian asked herself if she could also kill Feng Bohu and Guo Lingwei in a surprise attack.

However, subduing the two Busha them is many times more difficult.

Especially the Feng Bohu.

The Far West Thunder God Sect, which reveres Thor, the Thor of thunder in mythology, as its founder, is also a sect with a long history.

In many Nations of the Far West, the legends of Thor, the Thor, are still told.

It is said that this person's voice is like thunder in the heavens, and he is accompanied by wind and rain. He once wielded a divine hammer and fought against a monstrous serpent demon that devoured gods and demons.

No matter how powerful the serpent demon was, capable of gnawing through the World Tree and overturning the Gods and Devils Realm, it was ultimately killed by Thor in a fierce battle.

After this battle, Thor swaggered nine steps ahead and died with a smile on his face.

He truly left a lasting legacy, revered by gods and feared by ghosts; he was the most valiant and courageous man.

Daring to claim such a deity as their patriarch, this sect's Heart and Blood Martial Dao must be extremely strong and unyielding.

Feng Bohu is the number one among his peers in the Thunder God Sect. His fierce spirit and powerful strength give him the courage to shatter the earth and destroy everything in his path.

The Thunder God Sect has a bad custom: arranging a divine marriage for Thor.

If one of the disciples in each generation is the most outstanding woman, she is betrothed to Thor and must remain Ruyu for the rest of her life, never to be with any mortal man.

After several encounters with Guo Lingwei, Feng Bohu developed feelings for him and actually returned to the Thunder God Sect to confess his feelings. Then he charged out with his hammer.

Her grandfather, the master of the Thunder God Sect and a highly skilled individual who had been immersed in the realm of the Plain King for decades, had no confidence whatsoever in keeping her alive Busha her.

The old man hesitated for a moment and the girl actually broke through the blockade of his entire family. Later, he had no choice but to angrily declare that he was severing ties with the woman.

It was at the West Market Lantern Festival last night.

That person used only his left hand to subdue Feng Bohu.

The Feng Bohu, who could unleash the Thunder God Force with a mere thought, whose heart and blood felt like they were being branded, whose marrow felt like it was being boiled, whose hair stood on end and who fought to the death, couldn't even blink an eye.

The shock and the steady heartbeat she felt at that moment even made her feel an unprecedented sense of alienation from her own body.

The left hand pressed down on her but didn't move. The right hand patted Guo Lingwei's shoulder a couple more times and left a message.

"In the next couple of days, Nie Hongxian, the commander of the Inner Guard, will return to Chang'an. Since the Huayin Guo Clan is on good terms with the Inner Guard, if you want to get rid of the strange feeling in your body, go find her outside the city."

"Have her take a drum and go to the ruins of Chang'an, Chang'an of the city, at the Han Dynasty, to seek my help."

After saying this, Feng Bohu felt a lightness on his shoulder. He had blue eyes and a high nose, but his fair and beautiful face held a fierce strength that seemed ready to devour anyone.

But there was no one behind her. Instead, a group of tourists who were walking peacefully some distance away were startled by her and quickly moved away.

"When you look for me, use this rabbit lantern as a marker."

Feng Bohu heard another sentence and turned to look at Dengshan.

All the lanterns on the mountain swayed and shook from the air currents stirred up by the force of her body.

All the other lights are there, except for one.

It was the very lantern she had originally favored, a four-sided, four-angled colored paper lantern.

The four sides of the lamp are painted with four different scenes: a rabbit eating grass, an old rabbit kicking an eagle, a young eagle crouching by the water, and carp splashing water droplets that wet the young eagle.

Lively and ingenious, it is extremely lifelike.

Feng Bohu didn't notice anything unusual about himself, but then he realized that Guo Lingwei was kicking his arms and legs wildly, his mouth was twitching, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Nie Hongxian's eyes darkened slightly.

Although Guo Lingwei is modest, he is actually very principled and prioritizes the overall situation.

If he were still able to move normally, and even just to speak a single word, he probably wouldn't have complied with the enemy's wishes.

However, Feng Bohu is impulsive, and the two have a deep relationship. He is anxious and confused, so he will definitely drag Guo Lingwei outside the city and wait and search day and night.

The person who made the move was not only exceptionally skilled, but also had a profound understanding of human nature. His martial arts and mental techniques were truly masterful, capable of turning the world upside down.

Moreover, now that Nie Hongxian knows about this, she really can't ignore it.

Even disregarding personal relationships, the cooperation between the Inner Guard and the Guo family is the best example in the last hundred years, and it must not be undermined.

Chu Tianshu had already walked a few steps around Guo Lingwei when he suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his neck.

Guo Lingwei trembled, his twitching face suddenly becoming lively, filled with both surprise and joy. He quickly said, "Don't fall for their tricks, at least wait until the old prince returns..."

More Hai Donglai was granted the title of "One-Character Parallel King." His allies in the court always referred to him as "Old King" without any prefix.

As soon as Chu Tianshu let go, Guo Lingwei stopped talking abruptly, his mouth twisted, and he kicked his legs forward twice.

Feng Bohu exclaimed in surprise, "Was he normal just now? You're amazing, kid! You actually managed to save him?!"

"Don't be rude, wind!"

Nie Hongxian reprimanded, "This is my martial uncle, you should call him senior."

Chu Tianshu chuckled softly.

This blonde girl speaks broken Chinese and probably doesn't quite understand what the boy means. Her words just now weren't meant to be provocative.

"I can definitely cure him."

Chu Tianshu said directly, "His nerves were stretched and twisted by a force, then became chaotic and disorganized, a technique of extraordinary skill."

"So, he might want to raise his hand, but he'll move his foot; he might want to hold back, but he'll increase his strength; he might want to laugh, but he'll become angry; he might want to cry, but he'll become arrogant."

Nie Hongxian asked doubtfully, "Nerves? Could it be referring to the fine neural pathways that extend from the brain to the limbs?"

Chu Tianshu nodded. "More or less."

He looked at Guo Lingwei, feeling quite puzzled himself.

It's not about magic, nor is it about internal energy.

It is possible to use only physical strength to clearly differentiate a person's nerves, to knead and extend them, and to keep them flowing.

After being haphazardly connected, the signal will flow freely and will not be blocked; instead, it will form a separate system.

The person who made the move possessed a level of skill and power in his fist techniques that was truly unlike anything he had ever seen in his life.

But that's a bit too insidious.

Those who fall victim to this condition have actions and intentions that contradict each other, and they cannot simply correct this by deceiving themselves.

Guo Lingwei must have been aware of his situation long ago.

However, if he wanted to feign anger and force a suitable smile onto his disobedient face to deal with Nie Hongxian...

The neural signals, however, will still reverse his true inner joy, manifesting as a distorted expression of anger.

He can't fool his own brain; the more he tries, the more painful it becomes.

Moreover, if this disordered nerve activity persists for more than four days, it may lead to incontinence and hemiplegia.

By then, the damage will be too great to repair, and even Chu Tianshu won't be able to save it.

Chu Tianshu flicked his fingers, and a silver needle appeared, which he inserted into the back of Guo Lingwei's neck.

One after another, silver needles magically appeared in his hand, piercing from the back of Guo Lingwei's neck to his tailbone, and then finally into the back of his head.

Guo Lingwei's expression calmed down considerably, and he said with a sense of relief, "Thank you so much, senior!"

"Don't talk, don't move, just stay here quietly. It will take about half an hour for your nerves to adjust."

Chu Tianshu gently twisted the needles on the back of his head one by one, then let go and took two steps back.

"Then..."

Chu Tianshu paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Was it after defeating the Tubo that Anxi was recovered?"

Nie Hongxian knew the question was directed at her and immediately nodded, "Exactly. It was the year after my martial uncle killed Duan Zhong."

Chu Tianshu's gaze shifted.

He first came to the Great Tang during the reign of Emperor Dezong of Tang.

In other words, the Tang soldiers in Anxi, who had been guarding the area alone for decades, finally got to communicate with the Great Tang Tongxin.

Not an inch of our homeland's territory will be yielded.

A lone city stands ten thousand miles away, its soldiers all white-haired.

He knew it was this era back then, but with his abilities at the time, he could only stir up some trouble in Nanzhao.

It couldn't change the sense of melancholy I felt when I first heard about this in history class.

Chu Tianshu asked softly, "Back then, were there really soldiers with white hair all over the city?"

Nie Hongxian was slightly surprised. "So, even Martial Uncle has heard about this."

"I wasn't born yet at that time and didn't know the details, but my master once mentioned that he comprehended the Mountain Collapse in Tubo and first comprehended the Water Extinction Palm in Anxi."

"Yellow sands fill the sky, oases recede, rivers dry up, but the white-haired people have not retreated."

After a brief silence, Chu Tianshu laughed heartily.

"Time plays tricks on people; I've really missed out on a lot of things I wanted to do."

He looked up and gazed northward.

"The Hongxian, the so-called ruins of Chang'an from the Han Dynasty, where exactly is it located?"

Nie Hongxian hesitated for a moment.

Feng Bohu said, "Wait, aren't you able to cure Lingwei? Then we don't need to go now, we can wait a while..."

"I can't be bothered to wait."

Chu Tianshu patted Guo Lingwei on the shoulder with a refreshing smile.

"Good children deserve a reward. I'll go and get that lamp for you."

(End of this chapter)