Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Pear Blossom, don't worry, he must have been delayed by something. Big Tree is such a smart person, nothing will happen to him."

"Yes, although Da Shu is timid, the advantage of being timid is that he is cautious. There's no problem. He might have been delayed by some good medicinal herbs on the cliff."

Aunt Lihua knew that her husband was timid and usually came home earlier than others.

But there was nothing they could do but clasp their hands together and pray to the gods and bodhisattvas.

Zhang Qingshan did not appear directly in front of them. After seeing them from afar, he turned and disappeared into the other side, passing through some thin trees and thorns, climbing a small hill cliff, and jumping over a relatively narrow gap in the stream according to his memory, and walked out of the village.

In fact, during the day he wanted to go after them to see what was going on, because his family lived in Zhangjia Village and he didn't want any potential problems.

As a time traveler, one is not lacking in initiative and will certainly not passively wait for things to develop.

However, he lacked the strange senses and movement skills, and the other side was not blind and there were many of them. If anyone inadvertently turned around and saw him through the gaps in the thorns and bushes, it would be like stirring up trouble.

I was prepared to explore under the cover of darkness.

Most importantly, I could sense that the person in charge of the other side shouldn't pose any threat to me.

In addition, having lived here for sixteen years, I know the surrounding terrain even with my eyes closed, and with the cover of darkness, I have the advantage of both timing and location.

Meeting up with Uncle Big Tree was just a side thing; the main purpose was to check for any uncontrollable risks. If there were, they could simply leave with their families.

Moving silently into the dark night, Zhang Qingshan understood after a while.

Just as I thought, perhaps because they were certain that the villagers in the wilderness would not dare to leave the village, the fire in the mountain god temple remained lit.

Zhang Qingshan was familiar with the area around the mountain god temple. When he was a child, he watched the villagers from Zhangjia Village and Liujialiang Village carry stones and wood together to build it. Although it was not big, with only one main room, it was already much better than the villagers' houses.

The villagers are poor, and they don't usually burn incense.

Moreover, the villagers are timid and superstitious, and the eerie and majestic mountain god statue in the middle of the house is still a bit creepy, so most people usually take a detour and no one will go inside.

The opposing side consisted of seven or eight burly men, some of whom were formal martial artists with vigorous blood and energy, so they naturally didn't care about such things.

The mountain god temple has no closed gates; people outside can see the majesty of the mountain god.

Zhang Qingshan slowly made his way forward, silently climbing up a large tree and observing through the firelight inside the temple.

My heart sank, and the first thing I saw was a thin figure crawling against the wall diagonally opposite the gate.

Suppressing his anger, he subtly twitched his ears, listening to what was happening inside.

"Haha, big brother, if we manage to gather enough supplies this time, will the leader promote you to a higher position and teach you even more advanced martial arts?"

"Don't talk about that. Martial arts are learned step by step. Don't rush. Let's wait until we've established ourselves in this area. There will be plenty of opportunities to fight and earn merit in the future. Brothers, eat and drink your fill, take a nap, and wait until those peasants are asleep before you make your move. Although they are just ants, if they gather together, they will be quite troublesome."

"Brother, that damn dog said the richest guy, Youcai, lives in the middle of the village. That fat guy has over thirty acres of good farmland and a hundred acres of mountain land, so he must be quite wealthy. We can't miss him. And that kid who pretends to be a master lives the ninth house on the right. I think he even has two persimmon trees in front of his house. Let's go from house to house, or..."

"You guys go after that nouveau riche. His family doesn't have any martial artists, so what are you afraid of? As for this kid, I'll personally take back the face I lost today. I'm going to crush his whole family's bones inch by inch."

It seemed like he was still pinching his finger bones, making a cracking sound.

Zhang Qingshan slowly climbed down the tree and gradually moved away.

I mentally pieced together the surrounding terrain inch by inch.

The night grew deeper.

Those people were not easy to deal with; they were organized and methodical. Even when they were resting in the temple, they would form groups of two, each occupying a different spot, and some of them would constantly touch the sharp blades at their waists.

After waking up from their nap, they looked at each other and smiled, then lined up and took a good piss at the temple entrance.

Only then did they begin their journey towards Zhangjia Village.

Fearing to disturb the villagers, they did not use torches, but instead relied on their memory and eyesight to slowly move forward in the night.

Not only were they not afraid, but the group of burly men walked together, full of vigor and vitality, occasionally letting out low laughter, and their increasingly uncontrollable urge to fight and their breathing became increasingly intense.

The strongest brother wasn't in the lead; he was third.

Everything went as he had imagined. He crossed another slope, over another hill, and then...

He was startled, because something suddenly grabbed his ankle. It seemed as if a hand had reached out from the thorns below the slope and grabbed his ankle.

My first reaction wasn't that I was being attacked, but rather that I was terrified, thinking of ghost stories and mountain temples.

The next moment, he realized that the hand gripping him was warm; it belonged to an enemy.

Use your other leg to push out of the predicament, and warn others with your mouth.

His feet had just lifted, his waist was just about to bend, and his mouth was just opening.

"Snapped!"

The immense force caused him to lose his balance and be pulled into the thorns below the slope. His head hit something and he felt dizzy, but his survival instinct as a martial artist made him move his hands and feet frantically to protect himself.

With a sudden burst of power from his feet, he was flung sideways with a "bang," his upper body crashing into a rock, his head seemingly smashed open by a stone shard, and his thick neck slashed open, blood flowing freely.

He was also spitting blood from his mouth and nose, his head was spinning, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he briefly lost all resistance.

The next moment, he was suddenly pulled forward again, and then a dark shadow flashed in his eyes, and a foot was already on his chest and neck.

All of this happened extremely quickly. Although it seemed like a lot of movements, it actually happened in the blink of an eye. The strongest brother only had time to let out a muffled sound.

It was late at night, visibility was obstructed, and large trees above blocked the starlight, so the others didn't realize what was happening.

However, the one walking behind the eldest brother vaguely saw him slide down the slope into the thorns.

"Hey bro, how did you step off course..."

Before they could finish speaking, their feet suddenly tightened, and this time both of them were pulled down the slope.

The others felt a sudden tightness in their chests before realizing they had been attacked.

"Human or beast?"

"What's going on, boss? Brother Peng..."

The next moment, another person was pulled into the darkness.

"A ghost!"

"You son of a bitch, hurry up and get together!"

"Brother Monkey, what should we do?"

The remaining four people huddled together, utterly terrified.

He brandished the knife wildly, then slowly moved towards a brighter spot.

Meanwhile, someone else said, "Friend, whether you're human or ghost, you should think carefully. You're making enemies of my Black Mountain Army."

Everything was quiet, perhaps because the words "Black Mountain Army" had intimidated them and eased their fear slightly.

next moment.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

One by one, stones flew out of the darkness like cannonballs.

Another person was lucky enough to survive, but could no longer control their fear and ran away frantically.

Before he could run more than a few steps, he heard footsteps behind him. The next moment, he was struck hard on the back and sent flying. He barely managed to turn around while coughing up blood and saw a young and strong figure standing quietly in place.

After slaying the enemy, Zhang Qingshan's burning heart finally calmed down.

Looking at the results, he knew he had made the right choice. If they had fought head-on, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Martial artists, also known as divine strength martial artists, possess the ability to change strength and speed. Their defense is not yet impervious to blades and spears. Several strong men and three level one or two martial artists, wielding sharp weapons, would make it difficult to predict the outcome if they were to fight brute force.

After a fierce battle, I felt that my cultivation level had become more stable.

My understanding of stance training has been further solidified. This enemy is like a wave; if you confront it head-on, the pressure will be immense. But if you turn to the side or dive underwater, you can avoid the greatest kinetic energy impact.

He even has some understanding of the Water Soft Fist, which is as still as a current and as turbulent as a wave.

Next, of course, was to search the corpses. They searched each corpse one by one, but found no martial arts manuals. It seemed that, except in special circumstances, ordinary people wouldn't carry manuals with them when doing business.

They had silver but no copper coins, and there wasn't much silver, only a dozen or so pieces, ten of which were in the money pouch at the waist of the burly leader.

In addition, Zhang Qingshan also found something resembling a nameplate in the bag. When he looked at it in the moonlight, he saw it was Black Mountain!

Thinking of what those people had said about the Black Mountain Army, a thought struck me: perhaps they had some kind of background.

Originally, we intended to dispose of these corpses, but now it seems we can't bury our heads in the sand; we need to alert them.

They hung the plaque on the waist of a dead man before returning the way they came.