C37 The Blade of Massacre

Late at night, in the vast and empty vast plains.

In the night sky just after the new year, the moon was almost half dark and half bright. The moonlight fell onto the plains and blended with the faint wisp of fire not far away. The white light interweaved with the red light.

There was no sound, not even from a bird or a beast.

The cold had not been taken away by the deep winter, and a bone-chilling breeze still filled the air. For those who practiced martial arts and were in better health, wearing one or two robes was still tolerable.

When the six of them set up camp, the bonfire on the ground lit up the area. Outside the group of tents, five or six middle-aged men with similar statures were half-squatting in their horse stance, not saying a word. Everyone was wearing thin clothes, with their eyes closed in meditation. While in the horse stance, the six of them stretched out their fists to balance out the attacks. Perhaps this posture had persisted for a long time. Under the cold winter wind, many people's bodies began to tremble. Rehan cut his cheeks to his jaw, puffing and puffing, his face slightly flushed from the cold.

"Master... "It's been an hour..." One of the youths said softly.

"Shut up." The middle-aged man in the lead stopped and continued to lead his five disciples to crouch there. The cultivation base of this middle-aged man seemed to be very strong. Most of the disciples had already started to tremble, yet he was still able to stand and endure for an hour. Only after standing for at least two hours could he go back to sleep! If you can't stand up straight, don't think about eating tomorrow. I mean what I say. " The middle-aged man said with a sullen expression.

The disciples may grumble a little, but they still chose to be obedient and continue to persevere. Everyone understood that this was an extremely important part of the martial arts foundation training. In the sect, they had been practicing their spear arts for years. They were used to it, so their hands and arms were much stronger. However, their legs weren't strong enough. If he didn't have all of his abilities in actual combat, how could he possibly fight with the other party?

Thus, when a master imparted martial arts to a disciple, he would focus on making up for the weakness of the disciple's weak legs. This horse stance seemed simple, but once it was completed, it would naturally be revealed whether the user had any skill or not.

Standing at the back of the line was a youth with the smallest number of heads. His face was flushed red and his lips were pursed into a frown. He was persevering along with his fellow seniors. The youth's face was sharp and stern, and his eyes were as firm as an eagle's. Different from his seniors, this youth was carrying an almost eight feet thick stone pestle on his back. He didn't even need to weigh it to know that it was definitely not light. If that was the case, then this young man must have carried a lot more weight than his senior brothers. However, this youth was much more stable than many of his senior brothers. It seemed as if his skills were much better than theirs.

"All of this was watched by the team leader's middle-aged master." Little Junior Brother... In the end, you are still different, haha. " As his Master thought this, she couldn't help but feel gratified. She looked at the group of young disciples and let out a slight smile. The light of the fire was still shining down on them. The six of them rode their horses through the cold night, exercising their strong physiques.

….

Jiangzhou, Song City, a small city located in the southeast of Jiangzhou.

At night, the biggest family in the city, Shi Family.

In a small alley somewhere in the Shi Family courtyard, a young woman wearing a thin cotton robe walked in a hurry. She pushed a small child, who was as tall as her waist and also wearing a cotton robe, towards her. The woman's face was filled with joy, but the child's face was filled with reluctance. The sound of their footsteps echoed from the alley all the way to the main hall.

In the main hall of the Shi Family, at this time of night, there was only one person. It was a middle-aged man of about fifty to sixty years of age, wearing a gold-bordered ferret-fur coat with slightly white hair. He sat in the middle of the main hall on a big chair covered in tiger skin. Under the candlelight of the hall, he was calmly reading an old book compiled by Wei Sanguan. The main hall was so quiet that the sound of books flipping could almost be heard outside.

Drip! The woman pushed the child through the doorway and into the main hall. The middle-aged man immediately raised his head. He looked at the mother and son standing in front of the door with doubt in his eyes, "What is it?" The middle-aged man's thick voice sounded.

"Patriarch, my child is now six years old. "This body of his isn't suitable for martial arts practice. Please help me, help me take a look …" The woman hurriedly said, running all the way while panting heavily. Then, she started to speak. The middle-aged man closed the book, stood up from his chair and walked towards the mother and son. He looked suspicious and his steps were heavy.

"Mom, I don't want to practice any martial arts, it's much more fun to dance." The child's tender voice sounded.

"Shut up! "What does a child like you know about martial arts know? But this …" The woman immediately stopped talking, but before she could finish, the child's "grandfather" middle-aged man slowly reached out his hand to indicate for her to shut up. Step by step, the middle-aged man was almost at the child's side. The child's face revealed a puzzled expression. What was his grandfather doing here?

At this time, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pinched the child's wrist as if he was feeling something. The woman did not dare to speak, nor did the middle-aged man. The atmosphere was so heavy that even the children did not dare to speak. After the middle-aged man probed the child's meridians, he reached his hand into the child's clothes and touched the child's spine. After a while, she stretched out her hand and pinched the child's waist …

"Grandfather, it hurts." The child looked up at the middle-aged man.

"Child, try to circulate your strength and see." The middle-aged man's voice was thick, but how could this child know what 'luck' was? Before he could ask anything, the middle-aged grandpa explained, "It means to concentrate all of your energy in one place. It's also good for your waist and abdomen, and it's also good for your hands and feet. Focus your power somewhere, and let me take a look. "

The child, however, was a little dull. Even so, he could not understand it. After the middle-aged man saw the child's "working ability", he revealed a smile. This caused the mother and child, who had been watching on the side without daring to make a sound, to feel incomparable joy in her heart! She understood that if this child's martial arts talent was better, and if her clan gave her a good upbringing, then she would be completely out of the woods. A little chick could fly to a phoenix nest!

"You … Which room? " The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and looked up at the woman with a smile.

"Patriarch, I am the second wife of Qing Hai. This is the third son of Qing Hai." Qing Hai is … " Halfway through his words, he was stopped by the middle-aged man, 'Clan Leader'. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Qing Hai, I know who it is. As for this child, you can go back and tell Qing Hai! "That child …"

"What's wrong with this child?" The woman's eyes shone expectantly at the patriarch.

"This child is suitable for a cuju! "Go back and practice properly. In the future, you will be considered one of the top elites in the empire!" The middle-aged man's smile suddenly turned sullen, "Also tell Qing Hai that this matter will be handled by him from now on, don't look for me anymore!" With that, the middle-aged man turned around and pushed the door shut. Only the mother and son stood outside the door. The child's face was full of happiness. In the future, they would be able to dance and dance again. However, the mother understood the meaning behind the middle-aged man's words and left dejectedly with the child in her hand.

"Sigh... "So annoying." The middle-aged man in the main hall returned to his seat and continued flipping through the old book in his hands while sighing. Which descendant should I pass on my Shi Family to? … "

Western Courtyard of the Shi Family.

When the child returned to his room, his mother actually ignored him. Just tell him to go to bed early and stop playing. The child was overjoyed. He lit an oil lamp, took one or two yellow paper and brushes from the cupboard, and began to scribble on the paper.

At this moment, a ball rolled out of the corner of the room and gradually rolled to the child's feet.

"Eh? Isn't this the kudu my father gave me today? Didn't you get taken away by your mother? How did you come back to the room? " The boy put down the pen and paper, picked up the cub, and began to play with it. Kicking with his feet and slapping with his hands, he had a lot of fun. As for the figure in the corner who was hidden in the shadows, the child never noticed it.

"Haha!" Grandpa said I was fit for the kudu! I knew it. "

The child was excited.

"Since Grandpa has already said so, I should be able to dance every day, right?"

However, he did not understand the meaning behind his grandfather's words.

"Is it fun, child?" A heavy voice sounded.

"Fun!" When the child answered, he realized that someone else was in the room. The child looked around the corner of the room in surprise, and when he saw a tall figure, barely visible in the shadows and sitting on his back, he asked, "Who … who are you? How … how did you end up in my room?"

The figure in the darkness smiled, and then said, "I know of a place where there are many kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kowtow friends! Do you want to go? Do you want me to take you there?

"Great!" "Where is that …"

Before he could finish, there was a whoosh from a dark corner, like a flash of white light, and a bang. It was nailed to the wall behind the child. The child, who was still standing still, couldn't speak. His eyes were as wide as a dead fish's. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't. A bloody hole had already appeared on his neck, and dark red blood was gushing out from it. After a while, the child fell to the ground with a thud. The floor was stained with blood, the child's eyes dimmed, and then he was dead.

The dark figure stood up and walked across the floor toward the child. He stepped over the dead body, pulled out the flying dagger that was nailed to the wall, and wiped off the blood with a handkerchief. When the young man turned around, the light from the window caught his face. It was a face that seemed to have suffered a lot. He was wearing a light black suit that covered his entire body. He was carrying a small, sackcloth bag on his back. Around his waist and knees were bundled large and small cloth bags containing many things. The young man's eyes emitted a monstrous fury and boundless killing intent.

Then, the young man leaped up, removed the tile from the roof of the small house, and left. In the darkness of the courtyard, no one seemed to have noticed this young man's appearance.

"Zang'er!" "Zang'er!"

The young woman came to the door of her son's room and was about to push it open, her hand on the latch. At this moment, a figure jumped down from the roof and appeared behind the woman, barely making a sound. There was only the tiniest sound of a blade as the woman's body fell powerlessly from the shadows. As the ground was made of stone and the woman wore a cotton robe, the woman's fall was almost soundless. Ten meters away, they had no idea what was happening.

The young man tossed the woman's corpse to the side and stepped several steps through the alleyway. Soon, he disappeared into the shadows, making it hard to detect him.

"I'm not satisfied with killing you, I still have to kill your whole family — Shi Xuanning!"

Hanging from the youth's waist was an iron sign, engraved with the three words "Youlin Sect".