Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 24 Young Hero
Master Liu Wu only had time to let out a cry of surprise and turned halfway when he saw a young swordsman in snow-white clothes slowly walking out, holding the neck of Mr. Zhang who was shouting for help.

"It's just a gust of wind. My friend, please don't meddle in other people's business." Master Liu Wu held his sword across his chest, announced his name, and glared at him.

He didn't really care about this young man. He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and with all the kung fu he had acquired since his mother's womb, there was nothing to be afraid of.

A few clever minions also realized something was wrong, put away their murderous intent, and slowly moved around the young swordsman.

Master Liu Wu carefully looked at the young man who walked out of the door. He saw that he had red lips and white teeth, and there was a heroic air between his brows.

But she is three times more handsome than the favorite of the village chief in his hand. If she is tied up and taken to the village, she may be the favorite of the village chief too.

An impatient thug took advantage of his youth and stepped up from behind the young man and chopped him down with an axe.

The young man didn't say anything, but dodged to the side and held Mr. Zhang in front of him with his left hand to block him.

The bandit who was swinging the axe was almost frightened to death and quickly stopped his move. However, before he could rejoice, he was pierced in the throat by a feather arrow.

The moment the string sounded, the young man drew his sword from behind and slashed.

"Crack", a white light came out of the sheath, and a minion standing on the right hand side of the young man was unable to dodge, and both his wooden shield and his head were cut off in half.

"I don't care who you are as beasts. Get out of the village, or he will die!" The young man put the long knife across the neck of Mr. Zhang, whose legs were limp, and shouted sternly.

What a ruthless knife technique! Master Liu Wu's eyelids twitched in shock. This one move alone was not inferior to the several leaders ranked lower in the village.

Judging from his appearance, he is at most 14 or 15 years old, at the Bone Refining Stage. Which martial arts master trained him? How did he appear in such an unknown wild village?

"Okay, you release Mr. Zhang first, and we will leave." Master Liu Wu agreed verbally, but he naturally had other plans in his mind.

"Ah! Ah! Young man, please spare me! Young man, please spare me!" Mr. Zhang suddenly begged for mercy loudly. It turned out that the young man listened to Mr. Liu Wu's words, turned his wrist slightly, and actually cut off a section of Mr. Zhang's left little finger.

Afterwards, he ignored Mr. Zhang's loud shouts and continued to look at Mr. Liu Wu with a cold face. The meaning was self-evident.

"Retreat now, retreat now! Liu Sangou, fire the flares and evacuate the village. Whoever disobeys me will be skinned alive by me!" Master Liu Wu did not expect that the young man with the knife was so experienced. He knew that he could not be tricked, so he hurriedly ordered his men to retreat from the village.

Grandma, if you don’t die this time you will lose a lot of skin!

Master Liu Wu was so disheartened when he saw Mr. Zhang's knuckles falling to the ground that he wished it was his own knuckles that fell.

Afterwards, he led a group of minions who returned empty-handed, Ma Zhe-niang, out of the ruined village gate, and stared at the white-clothed swordsman standing on the village wall in silence for a long while, without any further words being exchanged between the two.

The young and strong men who were still alive finally dared to show their heads at this time. They no longer cared about the deaths and injuries of their relatives and friends, and began to bravely add to the wall of the village.

Master Liu Wu didn't care at all. If he could break it once, it would be even easier to break it a second time.

It doesn’t matter whether this broken village is cleaned or not. In his eyes, these hundreds of lives combined are not as valuable as Mr. Zhang’s knuckles falling on the ground.

The old man in the scarf was still alive. He shrank his head and came close to the young man and said, "Young Master Jin, thank you for coming back in time, otherwise our Niuli Village would be in trouble. I would like to thank you for your kindness."

"My skills are inadequate, and I can only hold off these bandits for a while. I have to think of another way."

The young man in white shook his head. The bandit leader was as powerful as himself. Moreover, he just happened to be staying here for a few days and could not save the entire village.

Otherwise, go home and ask for reinforcements? But I don't know if it's too late.

"Alas, we have just had a few days of peace." As the old man in the silk scarf spoke, big tears flowed down his face, and he looked very pitiful.

A few young men in charge knew that what the young man in white said made sense, so they quickly turned around and went down the wall to make preparations.

"Tang the Cripple, where is the baby you picked up in the village? Take it out. If this guy doesn't let Mr. Zhang go, I'll chop the baby into pieces in front of him." A savage-looking minion suddenly looked at a thin minion.

"Qu Nimade, that's my son, he's going to carry on my family line." The thug called Tang Quezi had a furious look on his face, baring his yellow teeth and yelling loudly.

"What son do you want, you old mule?"

"NND, I'm going to chop your dog's sun off."

"Grass, you really cut it!"

"Bring him here." After hearing the commotion, Master Liu Wu also felt that the arrogant henchman had come up with a good idea.

It was all my fault for being too concerned and almost peeing my pants when I saw Mr. Zhang's knuckles were cut.

If the minions were allowed to kidnap a villager each, the young man would never dare to take the risk.

He knew too well the nature of these righteous people who claimed to be chivalrous and righteous. They were a bunch of soft-hearted people who would never achieve anything great.

Tang Quezi brought a fat white boy to him with a reluctant look on his face. Judging from his appearance, he was probably less than a year old, chubby and adorable, no wonder Tang Quezi was reluctant to let him go.

"Get out of the way. I'll bring you ten later." Master Liu knocked Tang Quezi to the ground with a slap, snatched the baby boy's swaddling clothes and carried him to the front of the village wall.

"Boy, I'll count to ten and let Mr. Zhang out. When you reach ten, I'll cut this kid in pieces in front of you."

"Huh." The young man in white took a deep breath, as if he had never expected these bandits to be so cruel and crazy. His face was as dead as water.

The old man in the silk scarf didn't know what to say. He certainly wanted to persuade the young man in white not to care about the kid under the wall, but once these inhuman words came out of his mouth, the young man in white would have a bad impression of Niuli Village. What could he do?
"Ten." Master Liu Wu said slowly, and the young man in white clothes frowned.

"Nine." Master Liu Wu spoke in a calm tone, blowing hot air on the shiny steel knife. The young man in white stared at him intently, but still did not speak.

"Eight!" Master Liu Wu shouted loudly, shaking the young man in white clothes violently. Seeing this, the former laughed out loud, calmly took the wine bag from the hand of a minion and took a big gulp.

"Seven!" Master Liu Wu's voice was even louder this time. The white-clothed young man's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Six!" Master Liu Wu had a cold look on his face and waved the steel knife at the baby a few times.

The cold wind hurt the baby's delicate skin, and it started to cry loudly. Tang Quezi had a sad face, and it was obvious that he was particularly distressed. The young man in white wanted to bite his good teeth to pieces.

"Five, young man, only four numbers left." Seeing the expression on the young man's face, Master Liu Wu knew that most of the things were done, and he was very proud. The old man in the silk scarf wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, not knowing what to do.

"Four" Master Liu Wu only uttered half a word this time before he was interrupted by the young man in white.

"Listen carefully, leaders of the bandits below. I have only practiced martial arts for five years. My bone age is thirteen, and I have already mastered the bone refining technique."

Master Liu Wu's heart tightened when he heard this. What a genius!

But then he heard the young man in white above him continue to speak:
"But I am incompetent, and I can't do anything to you beasts today, but I remember you! You are the wind in Pingrong County, Yunjiao Prefecture, and you, the leader of the thieves, are surnamed Liu. Today, I am trying to save the lives of the people in this village. If I can't save this child, you can skin this child as much as you want. This blood debt will naturally be counted on my head.

I swear a blood oath here today: 'Even if I can't save the whole village, I must escape with my life. When I return to Pingrong County after completing my studies, I will definitely crush you to pieces. I will remember every single cut you made on this kid today and how you made it. Whether it takes five, ten, twenty or thirty years, I will not spare a single cut on your entire family.

If you break this oath, God will strike you with lightning! '"

"If you break this oath, God will punish you with lightning!" These eight words were like thunder out of the blue, making the evil bandits break out in cold sweats.

The villagers of Niu Li nearby revered him as a god, and even the old man in the Lunjin who had some knowledge was no exception.

Master Liu Wu's archery skills were first-rate, and his eyesight was naturally excellent. When he came to his senses and saw the two sharp eyes of the young man on the village wall, his legs actually felt a little trembling.

How could such a real dragon appear in such a stinky ditch?

This young man is quite capable, and we will probably not be able to keep him here today. If we really provoke such a talented enemy, Yifeng...

Master Liu Wu felt a chill in his heart and made up his mind. He stuffed the crying fat baby back into Tang Quezi's arms and cursed, "Hold your cheap son tight!"

Then he stepped forward and bowed to the wall of the village, saying: "Young man, please send Mr. Zhang back. Yiquanfeng has admitted defeat today. I hope you will show mercy!"

"Young man, please spare me! Young man, please spare me!" Mr. Zhang was really scared and cried like a pear blossom in the rain.

"I don't trust you. You guys retreat thirty miles first and someone will bring him here." The young man in white was very direct.

"Okay!" Master Liu Wu admitted his mistake straightforwardly, and waved his hand to retreat with his followers.

"Not good!" The young man in white suddenly felt dizzy. In the split second he was stunned, Mr. Zhang took out a dagger from his abdomen and poked the young man's right hand holding the knife.

The latter was dizzy and unable to react in time, and was unable to dodge. His right hand was injured and painful, and the steel knife fell to the ground.

Several young and strong men and old men in silk scarves from Niuli Village all felt dizzy and fell down one after another.

Mr. Zhang took this opportunity to escape and jumped down from the wall of the village.

After all, he had some basic martial arts skills, and he rolled on the ground on his back a few times.

Although he looked extremely embarrassed, he still managed to stand up and ran towards the bandits who were equally shocked.

He laughed fiercely and shouted, "Fifth Master, they were poisoned by the Drunken God Powder, which was given to me by the village chief! Let's clean up this broken village! Let's clean it up!"

It turns out that this young man in white has not been practicing martial arts for a long time and has too little experience in the martial arts world, so he actually fell into Mr. Zhang's trap!

Master Liu Wu was so delighted that he didn't even need Mr. Zhang to tell him anything. He didn't even need his bow. He picked up a steel knife and led a group of bandits to rush towards the village wall.

The young man in white showed an unwilling look on his face. He sat down on the ground exhausted and looked up with a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)