Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

After finishing their meal and soup, Song Yawei cleaned up the dishes, blew out the lamp, and Fu Qing lay on the bed. Song Yawei nestled in his arms, placed her hand on his chest, and traced circles on his collarbone with her fingers.

Fu Qing's hand slid down her waist. Just as it reached halfway down, Song Yawei gently pressed his hand down.

"Honey, not today... I'm on my period."

Fu Qing paused for a moment, then stopped.

Song Yawei pursed her lips, raised her head, and whispered something in his ear.

Before Fu Qing could speak, she had already gotten up, put on her clothes, and tiptoed out.

Two low voices came from outside: Song Yawei's voice, then Song Nini's mumbled voice, followed by footsteps.

A short while later, the door opened again.

Song Nini crawled in wrapped in a blanket, her cheeks flushed.

She still didn't dare to look at Fu Qing, and just lowered her head and wrapped the blanket around herself, leaving only her eyes showing.

Looking at the little girl, Fu Qing recalled the first time she crawled into bed, and felt a little amused. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, practice makes perfect. I promise I'll take good care of you..."

...

The next day, after breakfast, Fu Qing drank two mouthfuls of porridge and put down his chopsticks.

"Let's leave today, to Ironblood City."

Song Yawei paused for a moment with her chopsticks, then nodded, "Okay."

Song Nini bit her chopsticks, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

The farthest place she had ever been in her life was her family's old house, which was also in a mountain valley.

She had never even been to the town; Ironblood City was just a name to her, a distant place she had only heard about from the old people at the village entrance.

"Sis, do they have sugar figurines in Ironblood City?"

She tugged at Song Yawei's sleeve, somewhat excited.

Song Yawei glared at her, "All you ever do is gluttony."

...

After the meal, the two sisters began packing their things. The loot they had seized from Black Wind Stronghold filled almost half the room: three boxes of copper coins and silver coins, more than a dozen bolts of cloth, a pile of weapons of varying ages, and more than a dozen horses they had brought back.

Song Nini counted the copper coins one by one and put them into a cloth bag, while Song Yawei folded and tied the cloth one by one. The two of them worked in the room for more than half an hour and packed more than a dozen large bundles.

Fu Qing stood in the courtyard, looked at the pile of things, and then at the dozen or so horses crammed into the courtyard, and frowned.

Carrying these things on the road is too conspicuous.

From here to Ironblood City, there are several checkpoints on the official road. A caravan carrying a dozen or so bags of grain and a dozen or so horses will be watched wherever it goes.

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What's more, he was with two women, each more beautiful and more eye-catching than the last.

He went into the house and picked out a few things from the pile of bundles: four of his best horses—a chestnut horse for himself, two yellow horses for Song Yawei and Song Nini, and one to carry things.

They only brought a half-month's worth of food: a few bags of rice, a packet of dried venison, and a packet of pickled wild boar meat. They also brought half of their silver coins and half of their copper coins, leaving the rest behind.

Song Yawei was stuffing cloth into the bundle when she saw him take most of the items out, and she stopped what she was doing.

"Should we leave all that grain behind?"

"Wearing it would just get in the way."

Fu Qing carefully bundled the selected items one by one, tied a tight knot in the hemp rope on the bundle, and pulled hard.

"We're going to Ironblood City to settle down, not to flee. We set off carrying a dozen bags of grain, only to be intercepted halfway there."

He untied the extra bundles and carried the grain, bag by bag, to the middle of the yard.

The dozens of bags of rice he robbed from Black Wind Village, along with the dried venison and cured wild boar meat he had saved up, were piled up into a small mountain.

Song Nini ran out of the house, looked at the pile of grain, and an idea popped into her mind. She then turned to look at Fu Qing but didn't dare to say anything.

She knew her brother-in-law didn't like the people in the village.

It had only been a few days since Liu Laogen led bandits to rob grain, and not a single person in the village said a word at the time.

After packing, Fu Qing hung the bundle on the horse's back, led the horse, and pushed open the courtyard gate.

Outside the gate, the village road was crowded with people.

Men, women, and children from the entire village came.

They stood seven or eight steps away from the courtyard gate, keeping a distance and not daring to approach.

They were all emaciated, dressed in tattered clothes, with limbs as thin as firewood, and they secretly watched Fu Qing.

Song Yawei followed Fu Qing out, scanned the crowd, and stopped at a woman holding a child.

The woman was leaning against a low wall by the roadside, holding a three- or four-year-old child in her arms.

The child's face was sallow, his lips were chapped, and he didn't even have the strength to cry; he just buried his face in the woman's chest.

Song Yawei glanced at Fu Qing, her eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

Song Nini tugged at Fu Qing's sleeve, "Brother-in-law, we can't take this grain with us, could we... could we share some with them?"

Fu Qing glanced at the pile of grain, then at the emaciated people on the village road, and nodded.

Leaving it there will only lead to it going bad, so we might as well do something good.

"I'm not bringing these things with me."

He stood at the gate of the courtyard and spoke loudly to the crowd on the village road.

"The grain, cloth, and these bags of dried meat are all in the yard; you can divide them among yourselves."

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Some people couldn't believe their ears and turned to look at the people next to them, wanting to confirm whether they had misheard.

Some people took a step forward, then shrank back. The scene of Fu Qing killing people the day before yesterday was still etched in their minds, and they dared not enter that courtyard.

The woman holding the child suddenly knelt on the ground, bursting into tears and muttering incessantly.

"A living Buddha... a living Buddha..."

An old man leaning on a cane stepped forward, knelt down shakily, and kowtowed.

Then came the third, and the fourth.

People kept kneeling down in the crowd, and a whole area of ​​them knelt on the snow.

Fu Qing didn't look much, mounted the chestnut horse, squeezed its belly with his legs, and the horse started to move forward.

Song Yawei and Song Nini each rode a horse. Neither of the sisters were very good at riding, and they sat crookedly on the horse.

Song Nini was so frightened that she clung tightly to the horse's mane, refusing to let go. With every step the horse took, she cried out "Ouch!" and gripped its belly tightly with her legs, muttering incessantly.

"Slow down, slow down, don't run—brother-in-law! What if it runs away?"

Song Yawei was relatively calm, but her face was still a little pale.

She sat upright on the horse, gripping the reins tightly with both hands, refusing to make a fuss like Song Nini.

Four horses set off on the official road leading to Ironblood City, and the village behind them gradually shrank.

The snow on the official road was crushed into black mud by passing carts and horses, the road surface was full of potholes, and animals could be seen lying on the roadside every now and then.

Further away, a figure huddled in the withered grass beside the official road. It was unclear whether he was a refugee who had frozen to death or a beggar who had starved to death. His clothes had been stripped off, leaving only a layer of skin and bones that had turned blue from the cold.

After traveling for most of the day, a grove of low trees appeared beside the official road ahead. Fu Qing reined in his horse, turned back to the two sisters, and said that they should rest for a while and let the horses eat something.

The three of them dismounted.

Fu Qing tied the horse to a tree trunk by the roadside and took out some dry rations from his bundle to share with the two sisters.

Song Nini took the dry food, took a bite, her cheeks puffed out, and looked around curiously as she chewed...

This was the first time in her life that she had traveled so far, and even the ruts left by carriages on the official road seemed new and exciting to her.

Just then, a scream came from deep within the bushes ahead; it was a woman's voice.

Song Nini almost dropped the dry food in her hand, and Song Yawei subconsciously grabbed Fu Qing's sleeve.

Fu Qing stood up and handed the dry rations to Song Yawei, "Hide behind the bushes."

Song Yawei pulled Song Nini into the dead bushes by the roadside, squatted behind a clump of shrubs, and led the horse over as well.

Fu Qing pulled the newly replaced ghost-head broadsword from his horse.

This knife was found in Liu Heizi's armory in Black Wind Stronghold. It is much better than the one-eyed dragon's knife. The blade is a hand's width wide, the edge is gleaming, and the handle is wrapped with a newly replaced leather strip.

He carried the knife and crept towards the direction of the screams. After his agility exceeded 200, he made almost no sound as he stepped on the snow and dead branches.