The youth who had been running away turned back like a fierce beast.
Shi Shuifang pulled out the scimitar at his waist and with a strange cry, he went up to meet the youth.
Halfway up the mountain in the distance, the guests of the Yan family and the farmers of the Li family were still gathering over. The people standing at the front looked at this scene in shock. He had found out that something was amiss.
Thinking back to Wu Cheng's miserable state when he was knocked to the ground, someone whispered, "He fell into a trap." Someone else said, "This youth was too careless."
"Hero Shi's bladesmanship is exquisite, how would he know?"
As the crowd whispered, people like Yan Tiehe and Li Ruoyao looked at Monk Ci Xin and asked, "How is this youth's kung fu?" This was because the only one who had fought with the youth just now was Ci Xin. This monk's gaze was also staring downwards, his eyes were slightly nervous, but he said, "He should not have been able to receive my palm strike so easily." Everyone could not help but nod their heads.
In the distance under the setting sun, Shi Shuifang's miaodao slashed out with a terrifying cry. Yan Yunzhi was also looking at the momentum of this slash and felt a faint chill in her heart.
In the battle with Shi Shuifang earlier, she had lasted until the eleventh move when the scimitar was placed on her neck. At that time, it was considered a sparring match and Shi Shuifang did not use his full strength. Right now, under the setting sun, he slashed at the youth with his saber. The saber light was cunning, sharp, and breathtaking. The strange cry from his mouth also had its origins. It was usually the long howls of the fierce people of Miaojiang and Western Region imitating the howls of mountain elves and ghosts. The tone was demonic and along with the move, it was used to boost one's power and intimidate the enemy. In the previous sparring, if he had used this move, it would have been extremely difficult for her to take it.
In the weeds and rocks below, the youth's figure did not slow down or dodge at all as he charged towards Shi Shuifang. The two figures suddenly intersected and with a bang in the air, countless stalks, soil, and gravel were sent flying. Shi Shuifang let out a long howl and waved the scimitar in his hand like lightning. His figure quickly retreated and moved to the side. The youth's figure was like a maggot in a tarsal bone, colliding with Shi Shuifang's saber light.
Due to the distance, the people above could not see the details of the two's moves. However, Shi Shuifang's figure moved at an incomparably fast speed. His strange cries were almost hysterical as he swung his saber. How sharp was the saber light he swung? Shi Shuifang didn't know what weapon the young man was holding, but at this moment, he was pressing towards Shi Shuifang. Most of the time, Shi Shuifang's scimitar couldn't hit anyone. It only cut the surrounding weeds into the air. There was one time when the scimitar seemed to cut the young man's hand, but it was only hit back with a "dang".
"What kind of background does this youth have?"
"What weapon is he using?"
Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Yan Yunzhi's eyes widened as she stared at everything that was happening below her. The Tangong Sword that she cultivated was a sword of assassination, so the eyes were the most important. However, at this moment, two figures were colliding and sinking in the sea of grass. In the end, she could not clearly see what the young man was holding in his hand. On the other hand, Uncle Yan Tiehe, who was watching carefully, opened his mouth.
"It looks like a stone," he said. "Maybe he picked it up randomly."
"… Using a palm-sized rock … as a shield?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Yan Tiehe said, "At this distance, even I can't see it clearly. Maybe he has other methods." Only then did Yuren nod.
It was also in this short moment of conversation that the battle below did not stop for a moment. Shi Shuifang was forced to retreat backward and sideways by the young man's swift and fierce attacks. His body rolled into the long grass and disappeared for a moment. As the young man rushed in, a saber light soared into the sky, cutting an astonishing arc in the dense grass. The power, speed, and sharpness of this miaodao's slash, coupled with the grass stalks that were neatly cut open, were completely displayed. If they were still on the drill ground and saw this slash, everyone present would probably stand up in heartfelt admiration. No matter who this blade landed on, that person would most likely be cut in half.
But in the next moment, Shi Shuifang's figure tumbled out of the grass in a sorry state, and the young man's figure followed closely behind. Before Shi Shuifang landed, the young man had already reached out and grabbed him by the lapel and pushed him back.
Shi Shuifang let out a strange cry, blood spurting from his mouth. The miaodao in his right hand slashed repeatedly, but his body was pulled and spun wildly until at a certain moment, his clothes were torn to shreds and his head seemed to have taken a punch from the young man. Only then did he throw himself to the side.
"Get lost — who are you —" The people on the mountainside heard his hysterical roar.
"… Your father." The young man at the foot of the mountain replied and rushed over.
Shi Shuifang turned around and dodged, throwing himself into the grass at the side. The young man continued to follow, and it was also at this moment that two saber lights rose up. Shi Shuifang let out a cry and pounced out. At this moment, his headscarf was disheveled, his clothes in tatters, and the exposed body was covered in sinister tattoos. But a curved saber had also appeared in his left hand. The two miaodaos danced in unison, and like two invincible vortexes, they swept towards the charging young man together!
The people on the mountainside held their breath. Among the Li family members, only a few people knew that Shi Shuifang still had a killing move. At this moment, when this move was used, the young man couldn't dodge in time and was about to be swallowed up and chopped into meat paste.
However, the saber light collided with the young man, and the crazy slashing of his right hand suddenly bounced off. Shi Shuifang's feet were originally pouncing, but the moment the saber light bounced off, his body received an unknown amount of punch. His entire body trembled in the air, and then a series of almost consecutive punches landed on the side of his face.
Shi Shuifang staggered back, the sabers in his left and right hands were still slashing according to inertia. The young man's body seemed to shrink to an inch, and suddenly the distance between them was pulled closer. Shi Shuifang's back bulged, and blood spurted from his mouth. This punch was very likely to have hit his lower abdomen or the pit of his heart.
Shi Shuifang retreated again, and the young man advanced again. His body directly knocked Shi Shuifang into the air, and the two figures crossed a distance of more than two meters at the same time, crashing into a large rock. The large rock fell backward, and Shi Shuifang, who was hit in the middle, knelt on the ground like a pile of mud.
It was unknown what kind of force caused Shi Shuifang to kneel on the ground. At this moment, his entire body was already covered in blood, but his head actually moved a little. He raised his head to look at the young man, and it was unknown what his mouth was saying. Under the setting sun, the young man standing in front of him raised his fist, and with a whistling sound, a fist came crashing down on his face.
On the mountainside, almost no one spoke for a moment.
Previously, Shi Shuifang's dual saber counterattack was already enough to make them feel amazed, but the young man's following three attacks really made everyone suffocate. The young man's fists that hit Shi Shuifang's body, each strike was like a large water buffalo charging at a person with all its might. Especially the third strike, the Iron Mountain Lean, it knocked Shi Shuifang's entire body two meters away, and he crashed into the rock. His entire body's bones and internal organs were most likely shattered.
It wasn't that the various sects of the pugilistic world didn't have firm and ferocious methods of exerting force. For example, Monk Ci Xin's Arhat Alms Bowl, and the Li family's White Ape Arms also had powerful ultimate moves like Cloud Scraping Strike the Heavens. However, ultimate moves were ultimate moves because they weren't easy to use. But just now, after Shi Shuifang's dual saber counterattack, the young man's attack seemed to be able to topple the mountains and overturn the seas. He had forcefully killed Shi Shuifang.
Only then did everyone realize that the young man had not received Monk Ci Xin's attack and had only focused on beating up Wu Cheng. In fact, he had held back because he didn't want to kill. After all, although Wu Cheng was on the verge of death, his death was not as tragic as Shi Shuifang's.
On the other side of the sky, the sun was about to set. Shi Shuifang was lying in the rubble on the grassy, rocky beach at the foot of the mountain. He could no longer get up. On the mountainside, some of the Li family disciples who had attempted to cross over the rugged rocks and grass to help Shi Shuifang had already stopped in their tracks in shock.
The young man of unknown origins stood in the mess of rubble and broken grass. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the mountainside.
Li Ruoyao leaned on his walking stick and said, "Reverend Ci Xin, why is this murderer seeking revenge on Wu Cheng? Please tell us what he said just now."
Everyone felt a chill down their spines. They understood that this matter was extremely serious.
Monk Ci Xin opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he revealed a complicated and helpless expression. He raised his palm and said, "Amitabha. It's not that I don't wish to say it, but … those words are truly inconceivable. I'm afraid I heard wrong. If I say it out loud, it will only make others laugh."
"It's best you say it," said Li Ruoyao.
"I heard it from your side. The young man said … he told you to kick the stool. It seems like Steward Wu kicked his stool, so he came up the mountain to seek revenge …"
Everyone wore solemn expressions. When they heard this, they looked at Monk Ci Xin solemnly. Then, they turned their heads solemnly as they thought about the stool.
They looked down the mountain, still waiting for the young man to make a further move. However, amid the rubble, the young man seemed to put his hands on his hips for a moment before putting them down again. For some reason, he did not say anything. He just turned and walked into the distance.
Logically speaking, the rules of the Greenwood Forest dictated that regardless of whether one was seeking revenge or looking for trouble, everyone would leave a statement. When they saw this scene, everyone was rather perplexed. However, at this moment, no one dared to question or urge him to stay. After all, Shi Shuifang had been beaten to death after reporting his name. Perhaps this young man was a lunatic. He did not report his name, kicked his stool, and was beaten to the brink of death. Then, he reported his name and was beaten to death on the spot. Of course, no one dared to say such an absurd speculation.
Li Ruoyao's gaze swept across the crowd. After a while, he said word by word, "A strong enemy is attacking today. Instruct every villager to enter the village and enforce a curfew. Distribute weapons, fishing nets, and bows to the men. Prepare for the enemy! In addition, send someone to inform County Magistrate Huang. Immediately mobilize the village warriors and yamen runners to guard against the bandits! In addition, all of you, go and clean up Hero Shi's body. After that, find out everything related to Steward Wu, especially whose stool he kicked. Find out the ins and outs of this matter for me … "
As the sun set, everyone could feel the night breeze blowing on the mountainside. Li Ruoyao's voice echoed in the air. Yan Yunzhi looked at the direction where the battle had taken place. Her heart was thumping wildly. Was this how a true master of the Jianghu looked like? Even her father probably couldn't reach such a level of skill … She looked at Yan Tiehe and saw that Second Uncle was also looking at them thoughtfully. Perhaps he was also thinking about this matter. It would be great if he could figure out who that person was …
…
"… A real man … never changes his name. I am … I am … I am … Long Aotian of Jiangning … Hmm, I am Long Aotian of Jiangning … Yes …"
It was a fragmented and somewhat hesitant voice.
As the Li family began to clean up the mess, investigate the cause and organize a response, Ning Ji walked in the forest not far away. He quietly rehearsed for his future. He did not know why, but he did not feel that it was ideal.
His plan to seek revenge at the Li family's Fort Wu was not very detailed. But in general, Ning Ji did not intend to kill them directly. Firstly, his father, elder brother, and even the various elders in the military had talked about this matter. Although killing was a way to settle all problems and avenge the wrongdoers, if he really incurred the wrath of the masses, there would be no end to the repercussions and it would be very troublesome. Secondly, although there were many people who were accomplices in the Li family's crime, it would be too tiring to kill them all. Steward Wu and Xu Dong might have deserved their punishment, so it was fine if they died. However, he still had the intention to not kill the others.
Because of this, when Monk Ci Xin raised his hand and rushed over, full of flaws, Ning Ji did not really beat him up in the end.
Who knew that he would meet the evil person called Shi Shuifang.
Ning Ji naturally did not know this person. Back then, although Ba Dao was Holy Duke Fang La's uprising, he had a very difficult time after his failure. Because of this, his family members who stayed in Lan Huandong had encountered some evil things. When Shi Shuifang robbed and killed people in Miao Jiang, there was a family of old, weak, women, and children that fell into his hands. He thought that Ba Dao was rebelling outside and must have plundered a lot of money, so he tortured and killed this family. This matter was recorded in Aunt Gua's little book, "A life for a life, a debt for a debt". Ning Ji had been practicing martial arts with her since he was young. When he saw the little book, he asked about it, so he remembered it.
This Shi Shuifang was not considered a great evil person in the book, because the greatest evil people in the book were first the big fatty Lin E Chan, then his accomplice Wang Nantuo, and then the imperial court's lackeys such as Tie Tianying. Shi Shuifang was so far behind that he could not find his place, but since he had met him, he naturally killed him.
When he beat Wu Cheng half to death, he could still control the anger in his heart, but when he killed Shi Shuifang, his emotions became serious. After the fight, he wanted to say something. After all, this was a good time to make a name for himself as Long Aotian. But at that time, after watching the monkey show for the entire afternoon, the words that came out of his mouth suddenly became shameful. He put his hands on his waist and immediately put them down. At this moment, if he said anything with his hands on his waist, he would seem very stupid. He hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around and left dejectedly.
He would not tell anyone about what was going on in his heart at this moment.
Of course, there was still a chance.
Now that he had killed Wu Cheng, he could enter the city to kill Li Xiaoqing and Xu Dong. When that time came, he would beat them half to death and use their blood to write the words "Murderer Long Aotian" on the wall. Then, he would not have to pretend to shout it out. He had written the word "Long" quite well, but the word "Ao" was not good enough …
After doing this, he rushed all the way to Jiangning. He wanted to see what had become of the old home that his parents had talked about. The house that his parents had lived in, the stilt house that Aunt Yun Zhu and Jin Er lived in, and the place where Old Grandpa Qin played chess by the river. Because his parents often said that he might still be able to find it …
At this time, the sun had already set, and the darkness of the night enveloped the world. As he thought about these things, he felt relaxed. His hands did not stop for a moment. He took out his disguise equipment and began to change his appearance.
At the same time, Fan Heng, Chen Junsheng, and the other scholars, who had once traveled together, went their separate ways. They had already left the boundary of Tongshan.
Wang Xiuniang, whose face was bruised and swollen, helped her father, who had already woken up, to take his medicine in an inn in Tangjia Village. Then, she went out with a normal expression and hid in a corner of the inn to cry secretly. In the past two months, this ordinary girl had once been close to happiness. But at this moment, everyone had left, leaving only her and her father, who might be crippled for the rest of his life. Even the faint light of her future had been extinguished …
No one knew that in the prison of Tongshan County's yamen, Lu Wenke had already endured the first round of beatings.
His buttocks and thighs were beaten until they were a bloody mess, but the yamen runners did not let him go. They hung him on the torture rack and waited for Xu Dong to come at night to "cook up" a second round of beatings.
"I've been wronged … Is there still law …"
From beginning to end, he did not see the county magistrate. Therefore, the moment the yamen runners left the torture chamber, he shouted from the torture rack.
"I'm … the scholar of Hongzhou, Lu Wenke! My father is the advisor of the Hongzhou Zhizhou … You can't arrest me … "
So he screamed and cried.
He did not believe that the world had become so dark.
…
The night was already dark.
After a while, the county magistrate came.
(End of this chapter)
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