One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 33 Gao Hanqing's Choice
"You want to practice martial arts with me? Then seek revenge from Jing Jun?" Song Yun looked at Gao Hanqing in surprise.

The northwestern merchants he knew were willing to help when they saw injustice, and they would attack in groups when they were bullied.

It is reasonable for Gao Hanqing to avenge the caravan, but this young man's physique is really bad.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, his thin body was not considered a defect, but the trouble was that his right arm was broken, and his vitality was seriously injured.

This is even worse than the state when I first crossed.

Song Yun pondered for a moment, then said to him directly:

"Your caravan owes favor to the Beiting Army, which means it owes me a favor. I will try my best to satisfy your request."

"However, I have never taught others how to practice martial arts, and your physique is too poor. I don't have the confidence to teach you well, or it may delay you."

"If you really want to learn martial arts, you might as well go to those martial arts sects to try. If you need anything, I can help."

"Martial arts school?" Gao Hanqing shook her head with a wry smile.

"I've seen those so-called masters of martial arts. It might be okay to fight alone, but when you meet the army, it's like a mouse meeting a cat."

"Last year, the Jiedu Envoy of Shuofang Dao sent troops to wipe out the Jianghu sects. Even the masters of the martial arts realm were killed by random arrows without any effort."

"Tang Jun is still like this, Jing Jun will only be stronger - apart from you, I don't know any strong man who can kill such a brutal army!"

"Maybe those top sects have it, but they will accept me as a cripple with a broken arm?"

"Brother Song, I can only beg you now!"

"If I don't take revenge, how can I be worthy of my father and uncle?"

Speaking of Gao Hanqing was too excited, coughing hastily.

Song Yun threw him a water bag, "Based on your conditions, I'm afraid it will take a long time before you can practice to the point where you can seek revenge from Jing Jun."

"And I guess I will stay in Anxi forever. You have seen what this place looks like now. It is very different from the prosperous place of Tang Dynasty. Can you really stay?"

Gao Hanqing said anxiously: "We are a businessman traveling all over the world, no matter how difficult the environment is, even if we stay in Anxi for 30 years, as long as we can get revenge, I can accept it!"

Song Yun smiled lightly, "Okay, then you can stay here first and see if you can get used to it."

Gao Hanqing was overjoyed after hearing this, and thanked again and again, "Thank you Brother Song, no, thank you Master!"

As he said that, he was about to kneel down and worship the teacher.

As soon as Song Yun raised his hand, he directly stopped his movements.

"There's no rush to become a teacher. I'll have to observe it during this time. If you can't learn it in Anxi, then I'll send you to those sects."

Gao Hanqing looked resolute, and bowed deeply, "Brother Song, don't worry, I will definitely succeed!"

"Take it easy." Song Yun raised his head and drank his saliva. At this time, he had almost rested, and got up again to deal with the corpses all over the city.

Gao Hanqing hurriedly followed, "Brother Song, I'm also here to help."

"Okay, it's a bit slow for me to do it alone."

Song Yun piled up the corpses of hundreds of Jing soldiers, took out torches, flints, fierce kerosene and other items from the [Void Storage Box], and handed them to Gao Hanqing.

"Now that the weather is getting warmer, these corpses will cause plague if left for a long time. You are responsible for burning them all—what's the matter?"

Gao Hanqing was dumbfounded, pointing to the torch and wooden barrel on the ground, stammering:

"Where did these things come from?"

"Well...my unique method, you will get used to it after seeing more."

Seeing that Song Yun didn't want to say more, Gao Hanqing didn't ask any more questions, but her eyes blinked, and the shock in her heart couldn't be dispelled.

"Brother Song is able to defeat the Jing army, he really has a unique skill! Asking him as a teacher is probably the only chance I can get revenge, and I must not miss it!"

Next, the two will divide the work and clean up street by street.

Song Yun piled up the corpses of Jing Bing, and then carried them to the cemetery in the city.

Gao Hanqing stayed where he was, poured oil on the fire, and set Jing Bing's body on fire.

From time to time, he stabbed into the pile of corpses with a long dagger and stirred them to let the flames burn fully.

With only one left arm left, it was very difficult for him to do even this little work. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and there was a dull pain in the wound on his right shoulder.

If it wasn't for Song Yun's Rejuvenation Huayu Pill, he could only lie on the bed now, and his condition was indeed not good.

"Hiss—no, Big Brother Song gave me such an easy task. If I can't do this well, then how can I practice martial arts?"

Gao Hanqing endured the discomfort in her body and continued to burn the corpse. After several times of burning, she gradually got used to the state of only having her left arm.

He still doesn't know that the burning of corpses will become his main task for many years to come.

For the next three days, Song Yun has been cleaning up the urban area, rarely rests, and only sleeps for an hour or two at night, so tired.

Fortunately, the Xiantian martial artist has plenty of physical strength and can withstand it.

Anxi is a place to live for a long time. Although it has become ruins, it must be clean. You can't sleep with the smell of corpses every day.

On the fourth day, all the streets and alleys in the city were cleared, and the bodies of the old soldiers were dug out from the ruins.

Song Yun found the roster left by General Guo and counted it. There were 850 seven people in total, from the main general to the pawns, without missing a single one.

The next step is to dig a hole in the cemetery and prepare for the burial.

The old soldiers guarded Anxi all their lives, and their bodies would belong to this land after death.

Song Yun found two shovels, but they were too old and cracked after digging three holes.

The caravan brought a small amount of iron objects, but it was a pity that they were all taken away by Jing Jun.

In the era of chaotic wars among nations, iron and bronze wares are considered scarce resources.

Song Yun thought for a while, then took out an iron sword from the [Void Storage Box], and called Gao Hanqing.

Gao Hanqing took Fuyuan Huayu Pill for the past few days, as well as a few healing pills left by the Beiting Army and Jing Jun, her injuries improved a lot, and her face finally became rosy.

Just burning the corpse all day long made him sick enough, lost his appetite, and was a little listless.

Seeing Song Yun calling him over, with an iron sword still in his hand, Gao Han's green eyes lit up, and he immediately regained his energy.

After trotting all the way to the cemetery, he asked excitedly, "Brother Song, are you going to teach me martial arts?"

Song Yun smiled and handed him the iron sword, "It's okay, the main thing is to dig a hole."

He said while holding the bronze long sword, "Let me teach you the basics of kendo first—a few movements in "Seven Styles of Sword Fighting"."

"The stabbing sword style emphasizes force through the center line, impartiality, calmness and precision."

A sword pierced down vertically, piercing deeply into the sand, leaving almost only the hilt outside.

"Sword-cutting style, blocking and intercepting the enemy's weapon, and then counterattacking with the momentum, requires skilled cross-cutting movement."

The sword edge moved sideways, slowly cutting a slit in the sand.

(End of this chapter)