At that moment, the powerful zhenqi in Fan Xian's body had already reacted on its own, covering his back in a dense layer. But the wooden stick was too fast, and before the zhenqi could react, all of its power had "pierced" into his back!
The word "pierced" was used because the stick's owner's attack was like a straight line, and all of the power was concentrated at the tip of the stick.
Fan Xian let out a stifled cry of pain. Although his body was protected by zhenqi, the pain still penetrated into his bones, and his whole body curled up.
Just a moment ago, he was still curled up on the ground in pain, but the next moment, he used his small hands to push off the stone under his feet, and his whole body rolled up using the momentum of his curled up body. Then, he fiercely kicked behind him!
Anyone who saw a beautiful young man kick out with such a treacherous kick would feel fear. But the only response he got was a simple "Pa!"
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Fan Xian half-knelt on the ground, his hands rubbing his ankles. He sucked in a breath of cold air, and his eyebrows furrowed in pain.
He knew that begging for mercy was useless. This was proven by his experience over the past few years. So, he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away and kept calculating in his heart. According to the agreement with him, as long as he hit the blind man, even if it was just the corner of his clothes, he would win. Then, he would get a month's vacation.
But after being beaten up for years, Fan Xian had never been able to touch the man's body. On one hand, it was because Wu Zhu's movements were always very ghostly, silent, and fast. What was even more frightening was that his movements came without the slightest warning. It was impossible to predict his movements from the slight tilt of his shoulder or the angle of his peripheral vision.
The second reason was the unremarkable wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hand. Every time Fan Xian thought of a way to get close to Wu Zhu's body, the stick would be like the claws of a demon from the netherworld, ruthlessly striking his wrists, ankles, and even his fingers.
There was no breaking, only pain, unbearable pain.
What puzzled Fan Xian the most was that no matter how hard he tried to muffle his own voice, Wu Zhu was still able to clearly find his position amidst the roar of the waves crashing against the rocks. The stick in his hand never missed its mark.
"Aiyayaya …" Another stick struck his wrist, and Fan Xian sang in extreme pain. He sang in a Beijing opera accent, dragging out his voice, far away from the heartless blind man.
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On the cliff, a nameless little yellow flower bloomed in a cowardly manner.
Fan Xian lay weakly on the edge of the cliff. At this time, the sea below the cliff had already recovered its calm. Under the illumination of the sun, a golden light slowly flowed. The rocks that had been washed by the waves finally had some time alone and began to slowly dry. A few crustaceans also climbed up like little black dots.
Feeling the pain on his body, he circulated his Qi to examine the state of his body. He found that part of the violent zhenqi had been absorbed into the Snow Mountain behind his waist, and the other part had been used up to resist the constant strikes of the stick. So the zhenqi in his body was in a very calm state … just like the calm sea before him.
He knew that resting under these circumstances would not be good for his cultivation, so he resisted the pain and climbed up with difficulty. He sat cross-legged and began to practice the method of the Tyrannical Scroll. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wu Zhu, who stood coldly on the edge of the cliff.
The black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes fluttered in the sea breeze.
"He's really cool. He's not pretending to be cool." Fan Xian quietly commented on the blind man in his heart, and quietly said, "Uncle, be careful not to fall."
Wu Zhu was such a powerful person, and naturally he would not die from falling off a cliff. Fan Xian was just speaking blindly.
"Don't get distracted."
Wu Zhu threw down these cold words and no longer paid attention to him.
Fan Xian sighed in his heart and began to calm his Qi and spirit, entering a state of meditation. After an indeterminate amount of time, he awoke amidst the sea breeze and found that the sun in the sky had already shifted its position. Not far from him, Wu Zhu still maintained his steady posture. In the sea breeze, he was like a flag that would never be cut down.
He stood up and found that his body had completely recovered. His zhenqi had become more abundant, and the impact on his meridians had weakened. Although his muscles and ankles were still sore, after returning to the manor, he used the medicinal wine he had prepared to rub them down, and they were naturally fine.
In the slightly fishy sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with Wu Zhu, but he was much shorter than Wu Zhu. He picked up a stone and threw it into the sea with all his might. At this time, the zhenqi in his body was vigorous, making him much stronger than the average person. The stone flew far away and landed on the surface of the sea, making a small splash that was barely visible to the naked eye.
He was somewhat satisfied with his strength, thinking that even the best martial artists did not have as much arm strength as he did. Looking at the magnificent blue waves in front of him and the free birds flying in the sky, the Qi in his body was drawn by the outside world. He couldn't help but feel refreshed. He spread his arms and roared at the surface of the sea.
This roar was to vent his depression, to vent his nostalgia for his old world, to vent his love for this world, and to vent the feeling of a trapped beast that he had never had the courage to leave Danzhou.
"The capital, I will come back one day!"
Wu Zhu seemed to not hear his roar, and continued to stand there quietly.
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"What are you going to do?"
Fan Xian was stunned. He realized that Wu Zhu, the man of few words, had finally opened his mouth to ask him. He couldn't help but smile and answer, "To see what this world is really like, of course."
"The outside world is very dangerous," Wu Zhu said coldly, still not turning his head.
Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders, looking somewhat comical. "I have Uncle Wu Zhu to protect me, what is there to be afraid of?"
"After I came out with the Lady, I forgot some things." Wu Zhu's normally calm voice suddenly paused. "So in this world, there are many people who can hurt me, and naturally, they can hurt you.
"Uncle, you are modest." Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still unfamiliar world, he only had one strong bodyguard. If even Wu Zhu wanted to be a shopkeeper who didn't have to do anything, what would he do?
"If I were by your side in the capital, I would bring you trouble."
Fan Xian raised his head and looked at the blind Wu Zhu's seemingly expressionless face. He thought for a moment, then replied with some embarrassment, "I will protect you."
After hearing this, Wu Zhu finally turned his head and very seriously "stared" into Fan Xian's eyes. "This... the Lady also said this."
Fan Xian smiled. It seemed that his shamelessness was somewhat like his mother's.
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