Knife splashing

Chapter 4: The Substitute Statue
In the Dantian, there is a statue of a Taoist priest.

He was sitting on a lotus pedestal. He was so old that his facial features were blurred and difficult to recognize. Even the wrinkles on his Taoist robe had been worn away.

It looked ordinary, no different from those ancient ruins in the wilderness, but there was a ball of blue fire on its head and shoulders.

This thing is the culprit for his time travel!
In his previous life, Li Yan often had to travel for work. Whenever he arrived at a place, he would definitely visit museums and antique markets. He was considered an amateur.

Of course, he knows his own business. Although he understands a little, he is not a professional, so he always just looks and never buys.

Only this thing, which was placed on the stall, looked ordinary and looked like an old fake thing. However, he was attracted to it and bought it.

Not long after, I woke up and my soul traveled to this world.

He has been doing research over the years.

The origin of this treasure is strange, but its function has been figured out. It is similar to a substitute doll.

Three fires on your head and shoulders can save your life.

Every time someone dies in a disaster, a fire will be extinguished.

In other words, he still has three chances to be reborn.

Another function of the statue is to replace injuries.

Whether it is internal injuries, poisoning, or wounds caused by swords and weapons, they can be transferred to the statue in the blink of an eye.

To put it simply, it's like Deadpool with limited abilities.

Now there is a small claw mark on the neck of the statue.

Li Yan dared to hunt Blind Old Third because he had this treasure to support him.

Not only that, he has been practicing martial arts like a madman over the years, not afraid of internal or external injuries, and has exceeded his physical limits time and time again, using this substitute statue to compensate for his injuries.

As the saying goes, long illness makes a good doctor. His strong control over his own body was accumulated through injuries of all sizes.

And his fair skin is also a side effect of the injury.

Although the statue looks intact now, it is actually full of cracks inside.

Li Yan knew that he had to use it carefully in the future and not rely on it too much, otherwise the statue would accumulate injuries and might even extinguish a fire.

Of course, with his current control over his body, he could easily hover between limits, and the Ten Great Skills were as familiar to him as breathing, so he would not get hurt at all.

After warming up, Li Yan started moving again.

It seems like a routine, but the moves are varied and difficult to guess.

These are all the real fighting styles inherited from his family, thirty-six cloud hands, nine ways of leg techniques, thirty-six grabbing techniques, with supporting and cutting as the mother, grouping as the form, and zero-move free fighting, all gathered into a string.

The real fighting style is far less attractive than the choreographed moves and routines, but as the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement while the expert watches the details, Li Yan's seemingly simple and ugly moves are full of murderous intent.

At that time, Heidan was considered the strongest among the boys of the same age in the village, and he was very proud of himself. However, it was when he accidentally saw Li Yan practicing boxing that he broke out in a cold sweat and realized that there are always people better than him.

Each of his moves was vigorous and powerful, and when he stretched his body there was a crackling sound.

The tendons tremble and the muscles and bones make a sound.

According to the classification in "Wubei Zongjing", it has reached the peak of Ming Jin.

Don't underestimate this point. Anyone who can reach this level is no longer an ordinary person. He is qualified to get paid to make a living in any escort agency in the world.

What's more, Li Yan was only fourteen years old.

The next step is to inflate the qi membrane, wrap the tendons into a circle, and practice hidden power.

Martial arts are flourishing in this world, and An Jin is considered a third-rate expert in the martial arts world. He can lead a escort team to escort goods, and he can also make a name for himself like his father.

Moreover, given Li Yan's age, if some martial arts schools in Chang'an City knew about him, they would definitely come to him with gifts and take him in as a disciple. He might even become the pillar of the school in the future.

However, a discordant voice came from the yard.

"Humph, what's the point of practicing these!"

The voice was old, and it was Li Yan's grandfather Li Gui.

I don't know when the old man came back to the yard with a cane.

Li Yan put away his fist and smiled, "Grandpa, why are you so angry? It's just a beast, are you afraid that I can't deal with it?"

"What's a beast?"

Li Gui knocked off the cigarette ash on his feet, still with a sullen look on his face, "I shouldn't have passed down the fist in the first place. Once you practice martial arts, you will naturally develop murderous intentions and cause trouble."

"Your father is disobedient and went off to become a swordsman. He's dead. You're also a troublesome person. You're really going to cut off the incense of my Li family!"

Li Yan smiled apologetically and did not refute.

This world has many similarities with the previous life, but also differences.

For example, in martial arts, things like holding the elixir and becoming a strong force, and going against one's innate nature, in the previous life, those things only existed in novels, but in this world, they really exist.

The geography is basically similar to the previous life, but the historical dynasties are different.

It is now the Daxuan Dynasty, the ninth year of Yuanheng, and the country has been established for a hundred years.

Another difference is that the personal martial arts in this world are extremely amazing. Some famous masters can take heads of people in the midst of thousands of troops. They are also very courageous and can sneak into the palace to assassinate people at will.

They occupied one side in times of chaos, and were even more turbulent during the change of dynasties.

His grandfather had been a fierce soldier in the army. He had mastered Kung Fu to the peak of dark energy and was one step away from transforming energy. He had a bright future, but he lost one of his legs while suppressing a rebellion on the border.

In addition, he offended his superior at the time, and after several years in the army, he only got some land and a plaque with the words "Mighty in a Hundred Battles" awarded by the Ministry of War.

It's the one hanging outside the door.

Not everyone can get the plaque "Mighty in a Hundred Battles". With the help of this thing, his father could have entered the county government as a constable, but he chose to mingle in the underworld and become a swordsman, which always left a thorn in his grandfather Li Gui's heart.

Of course, elders should be respected, but their words do not necessarily have to be obeyed. Nowadays, the world is relatively peaceful, and grandpa wants him to be a farmer in peace.

But Li Yan knew clearly that in any situation, one must have a strong fist.

Having a knife and not using it and not having a knife at all are two completely different things.

Seeing that Li Gui was still angry, Li Yan rolled his eyes, sat on the doorstep, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, tell me more about what happened on the ice field?"

Li Gui snorted coldly: "You have heard it so many times, and you are still telling it!"

Having said that, he still lit up his pipe and took a few puffs, seeming to be lost in some memories, "That damn place is really not a place for human beings to stay..."

"At that time, the generals of the northern border were in turmoil and colluded with foreign tribes to move south. We were ordered to suppress them, and under the leadership of General Zhang, we entered the Arctic Icefield and were determined to kill all the remnants..."

"That place is covered in ice and snow. In the dense forest, no matter if it's tigers, bears, or wolves, they are all terrifyingly large. The blind third brother you killed is really nothing..."

"The most terrifying thing was the weather. It was so foggy that you couldn't see anything more than a dozen steps away. Many people froze to death on the road..."

"Except for those remnants of the rebels who have escaped, there are still people in the forest. They have white skin, red hair, blue eyes, and wear animal skins. They will run away when they see us."

"I heard from the scholar accompanying us that they were the Rakshasa shamans from further north. I never thought there would be people in this ghost place..."

"In the following days, more and more people died. They always had nightmares. When they woke up, they were frozen into ice sculptures with smiles on their faces. It was so creepy..."

"We finally caught up with the enemy, but when the two sides were fighting, a white-hair wind suddenly blew up, and many old buddies died. The remaining remnants were also frozen to death. Only we dug an ice cave and were able to survive..."

"Although I lost a leg, I am lucky compared to those old friends who were buried in the ice field..."

Listening to the old man's story, Li Yan remained silent.

The geography of this world is similar to that of the previous life. According to his grandfather, the place they are going to should be Siberia.

But it seems to be more dangerous than the previous life.

He had heard these stories many times, and pestering his grandfather to tell them again was just a diversion.

Although he cursed harshly, Li Yan knew how much trauma his grandfather had been traumatized by his father's death.

Old people like to reminisce about the past. The journey through the ice field is the greatest achievement of my grandfather's life. If he talks about it more, he won't think about those sad things.

After a while, the old man finally finished his story, but he became confused again, as if he had forgotten what he had just said. His eyes were cloudy and dull. He looked at Li Yan for a while, and suddenly said: "Yanwa..."

"Grandpa, tell me."

"Remember to marry a wife with a big butt."

"A big butt is a bit ugly."

"What do you know? A big butt means you can have children easily."

"Okay, you have the final say..."

Li Yan had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

In the past two years, my grandfather has become more forgetful and his health has not been good.

When his father was alive, he would come back a few times every year to tell him about the ups and downs of the martial arts world, the secret codes of spring, and all the weirdness and legends.

Although it's interesting, if possible, he would rather stay in the small mountain village for the rest of his life and let his grandfather live a few more years...

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The body of Blind Old Third had been hung on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The adults in Lijiabao took a few glances when they passed by and then left in a hurry. After all, they had seen wolves many times.

No matter how cruel "Blind Old Third" was when he was alive, once he died, those legends about him would become a joke. After all, work in the fields was more important.

But the naughty kids in the village had fun and started picking up stones.

"Blind the third brother!"

"Smash it! Smash it to death!"

With laughter, rocks flew everywhere, and the bloody body of Blind Third, who was hanging on the tree, was swayed left and right...

.........

As night falls, the moonlight is as cold as water.

But tonight is a little different from usual.

The insects stopped chirping, the birds stopped singing, and even the frogs in the ditch kept their mouths shut.

On the big locust tree beside the dirt road at the entrance of the village, the body of "Blind Old Third" was hanging quietly. It was tattered after being trampled on, and the blood had already turned black.

In the wheat fields in the distance, a few shadows rustled out. Looking up in the moonlight, I saw that they were several smaller wolves.

Village chief Li Huairen's idea was completely wrong.

Wolves can hunt cooperatively and will also hunt their own kind.

In the old days, the wolves were able to be scared away because there were still many old soldiers alive in Lijiabao, and the densely hung wolf corpses created enough deterrence.

The smell of the lone wolf's corpse will attract nearby wolves.

However, looking at the body of "Blind Old Third" in the distance, the wolves circled a few times but were obviously a little afraid and never approached.

Suddenly, as if frightened, they whimpered and scattered into the wheat field, disappearing into the night.

Then a cold wind suddenly blew, the locust tree rustled, and a shadowy figure appeared in the darkness, like a swaying beast...

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