Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 82 Betrayal

Next, the two discussed some details and set the time and place for tonight's grain merchants' meeting.

Half an hour later.

As the voices faded, Feng Xiu stood up and brushed the bamboo leaves that had fallen from his robes.

The two walked out of the bamboo forest.

"Brother Feng, how did you get here?"

Feng Xiu lifted his foot, his steps unwavering. "Of course I ran here."

This is no exaggeration. With the combined power of Spring Breeze Step and Chasing Wind Step, his lightness skill is much faster than that of a BMW.

"Aren't you bothered by the heat?"

Lin Che was speechless for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Get in my car."

The bamboo leaves rustled, and sunlight streamed through the gaps, casting a golden glow on the ground.

When he reached the carriage, Feng Xiu stopped again.

Looking at his frail body, she shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"etc."

Lin Che turned around, looking somewhat puzzled.

"If you can, you should practice martial arts."

Lin Che was stunned for a moment.

Feng Xiu sighed. Lin Che was a man worth getting to know better and worth giving some pointers to.

"When chaos is coming, military force is the cornerstone of self-preservation. Without military force, no matter how large your family fortune is, you are just a lamb to the slaughter."

This statement was quite straightforward, and Lin Che came to his senses.

His face seemed thoughtful, but the scrutinizing gaze in his eyes intensified.

Sunlight slanted down from above the bamboo grove, and in the line of sight, Feng Xiu stood with broad shoulders and a straight back, exuding a calm and restrained aura.

It's not just for show at all.

Lin Che took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

"Um?"

Feng Xiu remained silent. Whether he spoke or not was his business, and whether he listened or not was his business.

If one day the Lin family truly falls to the point of ruin and death.

Then we can only respect other people's fate.

The coachman cracked his whip.

The carriage slowly drove out of the bamboo forest and onto the official road.

"Brother Feng, have you found a suitable candidate for your younger brother?" Lin Che asked casually, leaning against the car window.

As classmates who grew up together, Lin Che had naturally met Feng Shouzhuo.

She just didn't have a good impression of him; his personality was the complete opposite of Feng Xiu's.

"What are you thinking? It can't be that fast."

Lin Che asked curiously, "There are quite a few women from prominent families in the city, and it makes sense that your brother is a good match for you... He's just a playboy..."

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He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, then chuckled to himself.

Feng Xiu didn't take it seriously. "Eating, drinking, and having fun, huh? You're right. But people are always changing. Who knows what will happen in the future?"

He wasn't angered by other people's opinions.

Leaning back on the cushion, he casually remarked as he spoke.

Hearing Lin Che say this, Feng Xiu remembered something else.

I arranged for Feng Shouzhuo to resolve Gu Chong's troubles, but I don't know how well he's doing.

"And what about you?"

"Let nature take its course. Once you've mastered martial arts, you'll know that controlling your lower body isn't that difficult."

"First, temper his temperament, then temper his desires," Feng Xiu said calmly and leisurely.

The topic of Feng Xiu shifted to martial arts, and Lin Che found it difficult to respond, while a strange curiosity welled up within him.

"Brother Feng, you've been practicing martial arts for so long, what level have you reached?"

"I know nothing about martial arts, but I do know about concepts like tendons, bones, skin, membranes, blood circulation, and innate qi. What realm are you at now?"

Feng Xiu straightened himself slightly, lifted the carriage curtain, and glanced out the window.

"Did you see that bird?" Feng Xiu asked casually after glancing at it.

Lin Che followed the gaze, his eyes filled with confusion.

He squinted and searched for a while before he could see exactly where Feng Xiu was talking about.

Tall poplar trees with lush foliage lined both sides of the official road.

On one of the trees, a woodpecker was perched, pecking at the trunk, its feathers gleaming green in the sunlight.

The location was at least 200 meters away, and the bird was small, its color blending into the leaves to create camouflage.

You can't see it at all unless you look closely.

"I saw it."

Lin Che was even more eager to see Feng Xiu's next move.

Immediately, without even taking off his gloves, Feng Xiu turned his wrist, placed his thumb on his middle finger, and flicked his fingers.

呲~

A sharp whistling sound rang out, and an invisible force, like a blade, suddenly sliced ​​through the air.

Lin Che quickly turned his head to look, and on the poplar tree, a cluster of emerald green feathers burst open instantly.

Several green feathers drifted away, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.

Lin Che's eyes widened.

"You..." Lin Che rubbed his eyes, his lips slightly parted.

Then, after a moment of stunned silence, he asked in surprise, "What kind of kung fu is this?"

Are you kidding me? Over two hundred meters, in the blink of an eye, a live bird, not even a trace left?

"If I practice martial arts, can I be like you?" Lin Che felt excited.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Feng Xiu also carried a strong thirst for knowledge.

Feng Xiu's lips curled up slightly.

"Of course not."

Lin Che instantly looked as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, his expression one of utter disappointment.

Instead of envying others, you should go out and warm up your body in the sun.

Upon hearing this, Lin Che seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had truly taken it to heart.

The saying that "the poor are scholars and the rich are martial artists" is somewhat of an exaggeration.

Those who practice martial arts must not only be literate, but also familiar with various theories.

It's okay if you can't read, but you have to serve your master well.

To a large extent, many people with innate martial arts talent have had their talents buried in the countryside.

But the children of aristocratic families are different; they have resources and famous teachers, but what they lack is only determination.

Whether you can master it or not, you'll only know after you try.

The carriage continued on its way, and the number of pedestrians on the official road gradually increased.

The two chatted casually for a while.

Within sight, there were farmers carrying loads on shoulder poles and peddlers driving donkey carts.

Groups of two or three pedestrians, or refugees, crowded on both sides of the official road.

"Waaah~~"

Just then, a low horn sounded from behind.

Instantly, Feng Xiu's expression changed slightly.

The bugle call carried a low-frequency, penetrating sound that made one's chest feel tight.

Just as Lin Che was about to say something, his expression turned slightly pale, and he quickly lifted the carriage curtain.

Pedestrians on the official road all turned to look.

In the distance, a plume of smoke slowly rose.

As the dust settled, a column of cavalry appeared at the end of the official road.

Each column had six men, with a total of more than ten columns, and all the cavalrymen were clad in black armor.

The shoulder armor is shaped like a tiger swallowing its prey, with the tiger's mouth open, biting the shoulder.

The breastplate was engraved with simple patterns, and the helmet was pulled down low, revealing only a pair of eyes with a straight, forward gaze.

The horse's hood was neatly fitted with large, powerful bows and arrows, and the eighteen-foot horse lance gleamed with a dazzling metallic luster.

The horses, all jet black, trod on the official road in remarkably synchronized steps.

The metal plates on the protective gear swayed gently with the horse stance, producing a soft metallic scraping sound.

Pedestrians on the official road quickly moved to both sides, heads bowed, not daring to look too long, not even daring to breathe.

The coachman hurriedly drove the carriage to the side of the road. Lin Che's carriage was squeezed into the crowd and pushed to the very edge of the official road.

"The Eastern Army is here!"

Feng Xiu and Lin Che exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Halfway through the cavalry formation, four strong men emerged carrying logs on their shoulders.

The logs were arranged in a grid pattern, with a huge circular platform in the center. A pillar stood on the platform, and a large banner hung on the pillar.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and the words on it appeared and disappeared intermittently.

[Commander of the Cavalry of the Garrison Camp of the Eastern Army Governor's Office]

thump~

Thump~~

A dull thud sounded, like something heavy slowly falling.

The two looked in the direction of the sound, and their pupils instantly contracted sharply!

In sight, ten towering men emerged from the ranks like mountains.

Each man was three meters tall, his entire body encased in iron armor, the plates of which were the size of an adult's palm, exuding a dark and cold aura.

Behind them were two battle swords, even more exaggerated than door panels, crossed over each other. Some had thick blades full of nicks, while others were covered with dark red stains left over from years of wear.

The warhorse beneath him had an even greater impact force, standing seven feet tall at the shoulders, its body crimson, and clad in silver armor.

Its limbs were as thick as pillars, and its bare hoof alone was as big as an adult's head. The iron chains on its neck rattled.

In an instant, the entire official road fell into a deathly silence!

Some people stared wide-eyed, as if someone had grabbed their throat, and instinctively took two steps back.

Lin Che gripped the folding fan tightly, his knuckles turning white, and even his breathing became much heavier.

His throat bobbed, but he remained speechless, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing them at such close range, the combined aura and menacing presence was enough to make anyone feel terrified.

The crowd watched intently as the procession passed by, the cavalry's hooves thundering across the road, causing the carriages to tremble slightly.

At this moment, the queue has reached the very back.

On the left, a young man sat on a yellow-maned horse, dressed in a very ordinary gray-blue outfit, without armor or a sword.

With delicate features, fair skin, and a faint smile on his lips, he sat casually on his horse, his gaze sweeping over the pedestrians on the roadside as if he were admiring the scenery.

Next to another young man, who was half a horse's length behind, was another man, but he was obscured and difficult to see clearly.

He was talking to the young man with his head tilted to the side, his tone light and cheerful.

Faintly, one could also hear a familiar voice.

After driving across the official road, the gray-blue man inadvertently turned around, revealing the figure and appearance of the man beside him.

In an instant, Feng Xiu's expression froze, and his face darkened.

Lin Che felt his hands and feet turn ice cold all over, and he shuddered. There was disbelief in his eyes!

"Fan Ling!"