Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 16 Actions Without Words

A few days later.

The sun rises in the east as usual.

There was no wind or waves.

It seems that this person, Qingpi Ma, never existed, and no one has ever investigated the matter.

Chen Shunan put down his chopsticks, slung his water bag and pipe over his shoulder, and went out to work as usual.

Wan Niang had already swept the yard three or four times, the stone slabs were shining, but she was still pretending to be too busy to pay attention to Chen Shun'an.

He silently lowered his head and didn't speak, but he couldn't even see his own toes.

A strange and distant atmosphere permeated the two of them.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Chen Shunan stopped in his tracks, a look of hesitation in his eyes.

[Wish: 75]

The benefits I've gained from these past few days have been lukewarm.

The main reason is that many beneficiaries still have water from the last batch of turbid water, so there is no need for Chen Shunan to deliver water to their homes.

This also meant that, although it seemed that the 100 wishes to be converted into a wisp of incense were not far away, the process was always very slow, causing Chen Shunan a lot of worry and frustration.

Therefore, Chen Shunan cherishes every source of his aspirations even more.

Wan Niang was one of them.

Moreover, on that day, Wan Niang admired her own life and had three wishes!
It was even more intense than Ma Xiucai's gratitude!
but……

Chen Shunan is a respectable man; that's everyone's opinion.

Chen Shunan let out a long breath, his hesitation receding, and his eyes revealed a determined look.

Mr. Chen was old and had no interest in women.

Now it's nothing more than sacrificing one's physical appearance.

Everything is for the sake of God.

At worst, we can be tactful and just scare Wan Niang.

Thinking of this, Chen Shunan turned around and went back into the house, closing the door and shutting off the gate.

"Hey bro, what are you doing?"

"Ah!!! No, no!!"

A brief but rapid cry of panic rang out.

[Wish +2]

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Shunan's gaze was calm, but his legs moved like the wind, like a cat stealing fish, as he hurriedly ran away.

In the courtyard, Wan Niang's ears were bright red, her chest heaving violently, and she looked at Chen Shun'an's back with extremely complicated eyes.

Struggle, lingering fear, cowardice, shyness... and a faint, indescribable emotion.

In the corner of the courtyard wall, orchids quietly bloomed, their leaves dripping with dew and exuding a rich fragrance.

Like honey and sweet treats, it diluted the strange and alienating atmosphere that lingered in the courtyard.

Wan Niang stood there for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

She turned and went inside, then quickly began washing the dishes.

……

"It looks like something's happened up ahead?"

After rushing out of the alley around the corner, Chen Shunan slowed down.

As a result, they had not gone far when they saw that both sides of the intersection ahead were crowded with neighbors, people packed together, shoulder to shoulder.

They seemed to be watching something interesting.

The onlookers did not block the road; on the contrary, they tacitly made way for the main road and stood on both sides of the street.

Chen Shunan turned and squeezed into a noodle stall, standing on tiptoe to look around and watch the fun.

The view ahead is indistinct and unclear.

But it seems that there was a shootout in the street, with people brandishing guns and sticks, and shouting and cursing.

The force of his fists and palms was like rolling thunder, and his shouts were like the frantic beating of war drums.

Seeing this, Chen Shunan looked on with curiosity and inquired about the information from the noodle stall owner.

"Boss, in broad daylight, where did these madmen come from who's going to start a fight in the street? Don't they have a death wish?"

The noodle stall owner chuckled and said,
"Who else could it be? It's just dogs fighting, the two groups from the well and the mill!"

"I heard that Shui San'er from Weiheng Street and the people from Wanlong Mill got into a fight on the street after glaring at each other! They fought all the way from Weiheng Street to our Changping Lane. I heard that Wanlong Mill even demolished the well sheds on Weiheng Street!"

"what?!"

Chen Shunan cried out in alarm and immediately became anxious.

"My well shelter is gone?!"

……

call!
A dry wind seemed to rise in the market, and overturned stalls were everywhere.

Behind the melon cart in the middle of the road, Ahua stood with his staff, his hands bruised, his eyes glaring like copper bells, staring intently at the people at the Wanlong Mill across the street.

Behind him were five or six Shui San'er, most of whom were injured, some even with broken arms.

Ahua said coldly, "Zhuang Kun, you've gone too far! You demolished my well shed and injured my brother. This matter cannot be left unresolved!"

The reason for today's fight between the two sides is no longer known.

Or perhaps the reasons are simply unimportant; it's about factionalism and the struggle for interests.

This led to frequent small-scale skirmishes between the well-dwelling and the rice-pounding houses.

They just want the other person dead.

Even the Infantry Commander's Office was used to it and didn't want to interfere, as long as no one died...

At least don't get caught.

this time,

Although Wanlong Mill took advantage of the shift change at the gravel well to dismantle the well cover.

But the outnumbered Shui San'er still managed to defeat them.

even……

Across from a melon cart, a middle-aged man named Zhuang Kun, upon hearing this, his eyes reddened. Pointing at the several figures struggling and screaming on the ground, he said angrily,

"I'm going too far?! Your man only lost an arm, but my man lost his manhood!"

Who just used such a low-down, underhanded trick? Who attacks the anus and lower body during a fight?!

Faced with Zhuang Kun's hysteria, Ahua calmly twisted his neck and turned to look at the person beside him. "Brother Liu? Is that you?"

Liu the Scarface remained expressionless and said, "In an emergency, who cares about such things? When it comes to fighting, we'll stop at nothing. Ah Hua, you must remember that."

"Been taught a lesson."

Ahua nodded in deep agreement.

Sun Xiao, the second-rate martial artist who partnered with Ahua on night patrol, had an unsteady aura, a pale face, and exuded a strong stench of blood.

He had just fought Zhuang Kun and was at a disadvantage.

At this moment, Sun Xiao also glanced at Liu Daoba, feeling puzzled.

Wasn't Liu the Scarface known for his bold and unrestrained style before?
How could things have changed so drastically in just a few days? So subtly and cunningly manipulative…

Zhuang Kun said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense, just one sentence: hand over fifty taels of silver! And we'll call it even... Otherwise, let your Master Zhao come and take them away in person!"

"Screw you!!"

A sharp shout came, and suddenly a boatman jumped out, his palms moving like an iron ox plowing the ground. He walked quickly and knocked the man in the mortar to the ground.

It was as if an iron chisel had been driven in hard!
However, Wanlong Duifang, with its superior numbers, had secretly changed its position and surrounded the people at Shalijing like dumplings.

We must tear a gap and break through the encirclement!
Upon seeing this, the remaining people from the Wanlong Mill pounding workshop glared fiercely and rushed over to block the breach.

Ahua roared, bent his knees, and with his feet firmly planted on the ground, he leaped forward like a nimble bird. With a single sweep of his staff, the force surged and sent the two people blocking his way flying.

Seeing this, Liu Daoba and the other boatmen were also inspired with courage and quickly followed.

"Hmph! Stubborn fool, courting death!"

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Kun's cheeks twitched, he let out a howl, his spine arched, his muscles tensed, his blood surged, and he suddenly kicked and punched!
hum!
hum!
hum!
The bones throbbed like a torrent, producing a melodious sound that seemed to thunder in everyone's ears, as if gongs and drums were exploding in their ears.

Almost everyone froze, looking dazed and unfocused; some even had blood flowing from their eardrums!
Its bones, tempered like jade, resonate with a thunderous sound, yet can still injure!
Before Zhuang Kun could make any further moves, he suddenly felt a fist strike from behind his head. His hunched posture instantly returned to normal, and he turned around to parry.

The bone-crackling sound was interrupted, and everyone came to their senses, still feeling lingering fear.

Then it was seen that Sun Xiao had barely managed to mobilize the qi and blood in his body, gathering it in his palms to block Zhuang Kun.

His face was contorted with pain, the stench of blood intensified, and even his ten fingers were bruised.

"You mere defeated opponent dares to stop me?!"

Zhuang Kun grinned maliciously, looking at Sun Xiao with disdain. He stretched out both arms and brought them down like a heavy hammer.

Zhuang Kun seemed to already see Sun Xiao being smashed by him, spitting blood and barely breathing.

suddenly,

Zhuang Kun felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his legs went weak.

Blood dripped from his nose, quickly soaking his chest.

poison?
When did I get poisoned?

Zhuang Kun's expression suddenly changed drastically. He withdrew his hand, stepped back, and quickly distanced himself from Sun Xiao.

"You're Sun Xiao, the Spider Venom Hand?!"

Sun Xiao's skin was deathly pale. He coughed lightly twice, then smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Brother Zhuang has a good eye; you finally recognized me."

As he spoke, Sun Xiao's pores tightened, and the strong smell of blood disappeared.

With the blood and qi calmed down, the bruises on my hands returned to their normal color.

Seeing this, Zhuang Kun immediately understood that Sun Xiao used the scent of blood as a poison catalyst to refine the poison. He could poison his opponent silently and without warning simply by engaging in combat or contact with them!

Damn it, none of these scoundrels are good people!

No wonder my mill has always suffered setbacks; how can a good person possibly defeat a bad one?!

Zhuang Kun's expression shifted between light and dark, and he suddenly waved his hand.

Then they saw two men from Wanlong Mill dragging out a young man dressed in shorts and with a fair complexion.

Zhuang Kun said coldly, "Break off one of his hands!"

Click!

With a crisp sound, the young man's right arm went limp and hung down.

The young man was a tough guy; he didn't utter a sound, gritted his teeth, and let large beads of sweat roll down his cheeks.

This young man was one of the twins responsible for pumping water, spared the hardship of pushing a cart to deliver water. He was a step behind during the previous fight and was caught by the Wanlong water mill.

Zhuang Kun felt a surge of pleasure as if he had finally avenged his great enemy.

If the old Shui San'er can't beat this group of green-hooked Shui Fu, can't he handle them?
"Ozawa!"

When Ahua saw Xiaoze's miserable state, he became furious, his blood boiling, and he started cursing.
"Zhuang Kun, you little brat, you son of a bitch..."

Ahua's curse had barely left his mouth.

Sun Xiao, Liu Daoba, and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they said urgently, "You can't curse!"

Zhuang Kun's lips curled up, and a cold smile, as if a scheme had succeeded, flashed in his eyes.

That's when.

"Ouch!"

"Who stepped on my head?!"

"Damn it, you're still stepping on it?!"

"What just flew over my head?!"

A commotion arose.

The bystanders nearby, as well as the two groups fighting with weapons in the mill and well, felt their heads sink as a blur flashed by like lightning.

Before Ahua could react, a hand as hard as iron covered his mouth.

Then Chen Shunan stood tall beside Ahua, his expression solemn.

"You can't curse! You can only beat them, beat them to death!"

As he spoke, Chen Shunan snatched the tiger-headed club from Ahua's hand and handed him a gleaming, arm-length dagger.

Since the Bai people entered the pass, in order to consolidate their rule, they have been actively courting former officials and wealthy families of the Shun dynasty, either through marriage or by marrying into the Bai family.

The bloodline of the Baishan people spread rapidly among the Shun people.

Now, in the capital region, not to mention members of the imperial family, even the street vendors selling steamed buns could trace their ancestry back nine generations and possibly find a connection to the people of Baishan.

In order to avoid humiliating the people of Baishan and even His Majesty.

The Holy Dynasty decrees: Those with long-standing grudges may fight in the streets to settle their differences by force. However, those who verbally abuse each other or insult ancestors shall be whipped one hundred times, without exception. If any bystander assists, they shall be punished as well, as a warning to others.

In short, fighting is acceptable, but insults are not!
Ahua stared in astonishment as Chen Shunan appeared beside him without him noticing.

Uncle Chen?

That lightness skill, that agility...

They were right next to me, and I didn't even notice?!
(End of this chapter)