Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 378 A way out
Lu Xiaofeng casually tucked his long sword into his waistband and swaggered out of the dilapidated temple. The night breeze caressed his slightly plump body, and as his clothes fluttered, he exuded a certain dashing and unrestrained air.

The extraordinary book "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts" is all-encompassing, recording many martial arts techniques and principles. Its internal energy, weapons, moves, and lightness skills can be arbitrarily combined to form many different martial arts, hence the name "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts".

Normally, dealing with these three people would have been quite a struggle for him, and he might even have gotten injured. But now, relying on the "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts," he easily dealt with the three people in front of him.

He aspires to become a great hero; how could he be stopped by these three people?

He touched the pockmarks on his face and suddenly laughed. The laughter startled an owl on the eaves, which fluttered away into the depths of the moonlight.

"Do not ask about the turmoil of the martial world, why not sing and stroll leisurely?"

He kicked his straw sandals, the tips of which were covered in a few grains of sand.

"Wearing simple clothes and straw sandals, I can outrun a horse; who's afraid?"

The long sword at his waist emitted a clear hum at just the right moment.

"A long sword is all I need for my life!"

The poem, though poorly revised, unexpectedly resonated with his current state of mind. Lu Xiaofeng felt increasingly exhilarated as he recited it, and finally burst into song. His off-key tune startled wild dogs, who barked wildly, but he paid no heed, instead taking even larger strides.

He circulated his internal energy as he walked, and then he walked faster and faster, his internal energy circulating faster and faster. This is the combined internal energy cultivation method in "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts" that cultivates both internal strength and lightness skills.

"Light and Swift Snow on a Thousand Mountains"!
The night wind howled, and Lu Xiaofeng's figure blurred into a fleeting shadow under the moonlight. The inner energy cultivation technique of "Light and Swift Snow Over a Thousand Mountains" surged through his meridians, and with each step, his inner energy grew stronger, and his movements became lighter. His straw sandals trod across the bluestone slabs without making a sound.

The outline of the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters was faintly visible in the darkness. Several gang members on night duty leaned against a doorpost, dozing off, their weapons hanging askew at their waists. They never dreamed that in this territory where they had lorded it over everyone, someone would dare to come seeking revenge.

As for external enemies? Who in this area would dare to be so foolish as to provoke the Black Tiger Gang?
The sword suddenly appeared.

Blood flowers bloom.

Lu Xiaofeng's movements were lightning-fast, each slash precisely slicing across the throat. These thugs, who usually oppressed the people, didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground. Warm blood dripped from the blade, blooming into dark red flowers on the bluestone slab.

Normally, Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't have been so ruthless, but he had already witnessed the evil of the Black Tiger Gang. If evil isn't eradicated completely, won't it just spring up again like weeds in the spring breeze?

When he crept to the outside of the gang leader's bedroom, he saw a dim light shining through the window. He heard whispers coming from inside:

"Your Excellency, this is pre-rain Longjing tea, a humble offering specially for you." Xu Weishan's voice was laced with flattery.

"Serving tea late at night?" A chilling voice rang out, each word seeming to be squeezed from an ice cellar. "Do you want me to stay up all night and thoroughly investigate your accounts?"

"No, I wouldn't dare..." Xu Weishan's cold sweat glistened under the lights.

"However, you are quite thoughtful." The mysterious man gauged Xu Weishan's feelings and gave him a favorable look: "I appreciate it."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Excellency." Xu Weishan quickly said, "Then please take a look at this year's accounts."

"No rush, before that, I'll do you a small favor!"

"What's the deal?"

"Get rid of a rat!"

The night wind suddenly stopped.

Lu Xiaofeng's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The chilling voice still echoed in his ears when the carved wooden door of the bedchamber suddenly shattered.

Amidst the flying splinters of wood, a dark figure, accompanied by a biting wind, swept in, extinguishing all six lanterns under the eaves and dimming the moonlight.

"Clang—" The moment the long sword was drawn, Lu Xiaofeng felt a chill seep into his bones. Before the mysterious man's palm strike even arrived, the bluestone floor was already covered in frost, and icicles formed on the branches of the old locust tree in the courtyard. If this palm strike landed, it would probably freeze his entire blood into ice shards.

"Well done!"

The blade flashed like an avalanche. The edge traced a perfect arc, splitting the solid palm strike in two.

The mysterious man's black robes billowed, forcing him to withdraw his palm and change his move. Suddenly, a black boot emerged from the shadows, striking towards Lu Xiaofeng's heart like a venomous snake's tongue.

"boom!"

Lu Xiaofeng staggered back seven steps, his back slamming heavily against the screen wall. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and his mouth was filled with the taste of rust.

"Excellent swordsmanship." The mysterious man stood with his hands behind his back, his voice carrying a mocking tone, like a cat toying with a mouse. "There are no more than ten people in the martial world who can force me to change my moves."

"Cough cough." Lu Xiaofeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointing the tip of his knife at the other party, "Hiding like a coward, could it be a watchdog hired by the Black Tiger Gang?"

"court death"

A dark shadow suddenly sprang into action. This time, the pale claws gleamed with a chilling blue light, their ten fingers like hooks, aiming straight for Lu Xiaofeng's vital point at the throat. As the claws passed, five deep icy marks, each an inch deep, were left on the pillars along the way.

But Lu Xiaofeng was faster.

The moonlight suddenly became very bright.

It wasn't that the moon had become brighter, but rather that the light from the blade in his hand was too intense. This strike was devoid of any fancy techniques, as simple as a child chopping wood, yet it was so fast that it defied the limits of vision.

This is not the sword technique from "Ten Thousand Sets of Kung Fu", but another sword technique called "Stone Sword".

Shi Fei is Shi, and Dao is Dao (knife) in Dao Fa (knife technique).

The moment the blade and claws clashed, the entire courtyard fell into an eerie silence. Then, with a "crack," the black iron finger guard on the mysterious man's right little finger snapped off, and a streak of blood shot out, tracing an eerie arc in the moonlight.

"Good! Very good!"

The mysterious man, watching the drops of blood drip from his fingertips, did not fly into a rage; instead, he threw his head back and laughed loudly. The laughter shook the eaves, causing the snow to fall in a flurry, shimmering in the moonlight.

"Boy, state your name!" The black-robed figure moved without wind, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

Lu Xiaofeng pointed the tip of his knife diagonally at the ground and grinned: "I will never change my name or surname! I am Lin Bei."

"Damn it!" The mysterious man suddenly cursed in a Lingnan slang term. A cold glint flashed from his sleeve, and three bone-piercing nails were already embedded in the blue brick in front of Lu Xiaofeng's feet. "Do you really think I can't understand this pun?"

The nail tail was still trembling when the mysterious man suddenly changed his tone: "However, it's a real pity that your skills are buried in the martial arts world."

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. The silver embroidery on his black robe flowed like a river in the moonlight. "I will make an exception for you today and show you the way."

Lu Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes: "Oh?"

"The sky is as blue as water, and a flying dragon soars in the heavens." The mysterious man spoke slowly and deliberately, each word as if it were encased in ice.

"?" Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled by the meaning of those words.

"My lord! He has almost killed off the entire Black Tiger Gang." The leader of the Black Tiger Gang came outside during the fight and saw that almost all of his hard-earned subordinates were dead.

The gang leader, who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, was now as pale as a corpse.

(End of this chapter)