Hidden weapons were the hardest to learn in World of Martial Arts, and it was much more difficult than archery.
Archery relied on arrows and wooden bows to generate force, but hidden weapons relied on the user's qi, eyesight, and skill. None of them could be missing. Also, the investment required for hidden weapons was much higher compared to archery.
There were thirty-six lancet knives in total, and they were priced at ten taels of silver crumbs in the weapon shop. It was much more expensive than a quiver of twenty arrows, which cost one tael of silver crumbs! Happy had invested nearly three thousand taels of silver crumbs into it, but he had only managed to push it to the eighth realm, which meant that he had thrown away nearly ten thousand lancet knives. This sort of expenditure and investment was very stressful for a newbie.
However …
Since he had already reached this stage, Happy did not intend to stop. No matter what, he had to get money and push his Lancet Knife Throwing Technique to the ninth realm.
As of then, some of the higher-level quests that gave him money quickly had a certain degree of danger, and they were too difficult for newbies. Hence, most players' source of income came from wild beasts in the wild or the quests given by their sects.
There were very few quests given by their sects that gave them money, and Happy did not intend to fight for the pitifully few wild beasts with a group of newbies. He had no choice but to cast his gaze on the outskirts outside the city, which was much more dangerous.
Beasts!
There should not be many people who would dare to try hunting mountain bandits.
Happy's target was mountain bandits.
While the beasts were worth a lot, they took up space in his Universe Bag, and it was very inconvenient to transport them back and forth. It was much better for mountain bandits. When they died, most of the items they dropped were silver crumbs or silver notes. The supreme grade ones could even drop martial art manuals, which made it much easier for Happy to collect them.
Once Happy left the city, he arrived at Suzhou Creek, which was more than ten miles away from the city.
There was a small boat by the river. A healthy old man with a Bamboo Hat had his back turned to the riverbank, and he was fishing leisurely.
"Boatman."
"I'm here, dear customer. Are you going to cross the river?" The boatman quickly put away his fishing gear and got off the boat to push it forward.
"Yes, thank you for your trouble."
Happy wrapped his fist in his palm and thanked him while he got on the boat.
"Hehe, you're too polite."
The old boatman's skills were pretty good. The boat moved very steadily, and when it reached the center of the river, the honest old man seemed to be in the mood, and he started singing.
There was a smile on Happy's lips. He sat down quietly and listened as the boat swayed.
The boatman's tune was not gorgeous or beautiful, nor was it gentle or heroic. However, the simple singing drifted on the calm and leisurely surface of the river. However, there was something else that moved one's heart.
Rowing the boat for dozens of years …
Occasionally yelling at the boatmen was probably the only entertainment and entertainment for these honest boatmen.
However …
Who could tell what kind of sorrow this was? Or was it happiness that ordinary people couldn't find and obtain?
There were so many rules in the world and the opinions of others. The boatman didn't care, and he didn't need to care …
As the boat swayed and the tune of the boat rose, Happy felt his mood instantly lighten up. He gradually stretched his body and leaned against the side of the boat in a relaxed manner. He held his sword and stared at the quiet river. His Hero's Bandana fluttered behind him with the wind, and he felt an indescribable sense of enjoyment.
Not long after, the boat reached the shore.
Once he paid the fare, he was prepared to go ashore.
Just then, a little girl suddenly ran along the path of the pier. Her body was covered in mud and dust, and she stumbled. When she saw the boatman, she ran into his arms and burst into tears.
"Young Huan? Why aren't you staying at home? Why did you come here? "
The wrinkled boatman panicked. He seemed to have realized that something bad had happened, and he quickly asked.
Happy could tell with just one glance that he had barged into a minor plot, and he had been "lucky" enough to trigger it. He immediately frowned, but he was not in a hurry to leave.
The girl Xiao Huan raised her broken-hearted face, as she cried, she spat out a piece of bad news intermittently:
"Urgh … Grandpa! Mommy … Mommy was captured by bad people, and Daddy was injured by them. He's still coughing up blood … Urgh … Grandpa, those bad people also said that if we report this to the government, they will burn down our village next time … What about Young Huan? Young Huan wants mommy … "
The boatman felt miserable and stomped his feet repeatedly.
"It must be those damned thieves from Black Wind Mountain. They came to the village to cause trouble again."
"What about Xiu Niang? What about Xiu Niang?!"
The honest boatman who had been rowing boats all his life was at a loss for a period of time. He did not know what to do, so he hugged his granddaughter and started crying.
"Are you willing to help me save my son and Young Huan's mother?" Just as he expected, the system sent him a notification at the perfect moment to make things difficult for Happy.
Happy frowned.
If it was just killing a few petty thieves, he could do it. Saving the boatman's son was easy. He only needed a pack of Jinchuang Ointment to cure him, but if he had to go to Black Wind Mountain to save Young Huan's mother …
Truth be told.
As of then, there were no players who could rush into Black Wind Mountain to save her!
There were at least one hundred or eighty good people in a mountain. Even if the Blue-robed Noble Sword User's fame spread far and wide in Gusu City, it was impossible for him to handle a group of mountain bandits whose abilities were not inferior to those of rascals and ruffians. Besides, there was no lack of high-level mountain bandits who were in Gate Realm.
His rationality told him that he could not accept the quest.
However …
If he had to blame something, he could only blame World of Martial Arts for being too realistic. Happy could not ignore Young Huan's heartbroken sobs and watch the old boatman walk away on his own while weeping helplessly.
'Black Wind Mountain!
If that's the case, I'll just have to try it. '
At the very least, he had learned extraordinary Shaolin's Long Fist, Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword, and Lancet Knives. Happy comforted himself in a self-deprecating manner.
"Old boatman, Young Huan, get up first!" Happy walked in front of the crying duo and said, "As a disciple of the Murong Clan, I can't just sit by and watch Black Wind Mountain do evil to the village. How about this? Bring me back to the village first and save Young Huan's father. Then, think of a way to save Young Huan's mother."
"Re … Really?"
The old boatman wiped away his tears. The great name of the Murong Clan allowed him to see a glimmer of hope.
Young Huan also popped her head out of Happy's bosom and stared at the sincere and determined blue-robed boy. Delight appeared on her face, and she nodded vigorously.
The only thing that could not make her happy was Happy.
On the way, he had to think about how to deal with the one hundred or eighty mountain bandits from Black Wind Mountain.
"Damn those mountain bandits!"
"Are the heavens blind?!"
Under the old boatman's lead, Happy arrived at a small village by the river not too far away. There were only around twenty families there, and the entrance of one of them was surrounded by people. Even from the distance, Happy could hear all sorts of curses that detested the world.
"The village chief is here. Make way, make way."
The group of people at the entrance quickly moved out and made way for the old boatman and Young Huan, who had mournful expressions on their faces.
Happy followed behind them and entered the house. A man lay on the bed with a miserable and bloodless expression. He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and by the looks of it, he was Young Huan's father, who had lost his embroiderer mother.
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