Martial Arts Song

Chapter 300: Encounter
"The method I practice to break the limit of the kidney requires external massage of acupuncture points with 'qi', plus the stimulation of drinking. Drinking is easy to solve, but external massage of acupuncture points in this 'Hu Hai' seems a bit difficult..."

Thinking of this, Chen Qing frowned slightly.

When he was in Qianyang, he asked Bian Xue and Grandpa Bian for help in practicing the Kidney Breaking Limit Method.

But now, he has come to "Hu Hai", and there is no longer any person who understands qigong and acupoint massage and is trustworthy.

Although I have become more familiar with Lu Hongfeng in the past half month, I am not yet at the point where I can trust him enough to entrust my body to him.

Moreover, Lu Hongfeng is 97 years old. At his age, it is impossible for him to let the other party really massage his feet.

Putting aside the question of whether this was polite or not, and whether the other party agreed or not, even if there were no such issues, just the fact that Lu Hongfeng was slightly out of breath after he slashed out a sword energy by the river, he did not dare to let Lu Hongfeng consume his own "energy" every day to help him practice.

If he accidentally over-consumes energy and dies, he will be to blame!

But apart from Lu Hongfeng, he didn't seem to know any other Qigong masters in "Hu Hai"... No, he did know some.

"It just so happens that I haven't seen Senior Sister for a long time."

Thinking of this, Chen Qing's slightly frowned brows suddenly relaxed.

After sorting out his thoughts, Chen Qing's movements became more agile.

Quickly, he took off his wet clothes and pants, wrung them dry, and put them back on.

Then, he walked up the river bank stairs to the roadside and headed towards "Sanlin Town" where the Chen family lived.

At this time, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

After the "Axe Gang" annexed the "Sanlin" gang, people's lives gradually returned to normal, and many people went out for walks, entertainment, and supper at night.

Of course, as nine o'clock approached, most people who went out went back to sleep, and only a few people were still outside.

Chen Qing walked along "Lingqing Road" towards the deep hinterland of "Sanlin" and back towards the direction of "Sanlin Town" at a moderate pace.

Today, he practiced the "Golden Toad Swallowing and Exhaling" method to break the limit for only about an hour, and then the [Essence] value at the bottom of his left eye began to decrease, indicating that his second round of lung training had reached a critical balance.

On weekdays, he would usually train his lungs for about two hours, which was half the usual time.

This meant that his [Qi] value was not consumed too seriously, so he was not in a hurry.

However, after walking for more than twenty minutes, he finally returned to "Sanlin Town".

Under the dark night.

The roads of "Sanlin Town" were deserted and there were no street lights. Only the bright moonlight could illuminate the streets.

Fortunately, it is now the end of August and approaching September, which is the time when the moon is full. The moonlight in the sky is much brighter than at other times.

In addition, after Chen Qing's [Spirit] value increased to 3, his eyesight also improved a lot. Walking on the town road was not as bright as day, but it was almost the same as ordinary people walking on a road with street lights.

In addition, Chen Qing himself is a master of "Jingbian". With the support of his powerful strength, he walked on this deserted night road without any fear in his heart.

After walking like this for a while, soon the Chen family courtyard appeared in his sight.

At the same time, a scent of medicinal herbs came and was smelled by him.

He sniffed carefully, then laughed to himself, "With this concentration, it seems Xuanfeng has already prepared the medicine."

When he practiced martial arts at night, he would ask Xuanfeng to help him prepare a soup to replenish qi and blood, so that he could drink it after coming back from practice to replenish the qi consumed during practice.

Xuanfeng had debt problems, and he also needed to drink medicine to replenish his energy from practicing the "Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound" limit-breaking method, so he took on this job consciously.

Before, Chen Qing usually had soup and medicine to drink after coming back from practice. However, due to the hot weather, the soup and medicine were still warm even after cooling down, so he couldn't tell when Xuan Feng was cooked.

But this time he came back earlier, which allowed him to make the final judgment.

Thinking in this subconscious way, Chen Qing also came to the gate of Chen's yard, then took out the key, unlocked the door, pushed it open and walked in.

……

The river is surging, and the waves are rolling one after another.

The sound of the river water splashing continuously rang out. On a fishing boat floating on the river bank.

Inside the boat awning.

The dim hanging lights swayed slightly as the ship swayed, causing the light inside the boat to sway left and right, sometimes making the shadows of the people in the boat larger and smaller.

A figure stood in the center of the cabin. Around him, three or four corpses were lying either prone or lying on their backs, no longer breathing.

This figure, at this moment, was holding a long sword, with the sharp tip of the sword against the fifth person leaning against the board, slowly moving it bit by bit.

The skin kept breaking as it was scratched, and blood oozed out.

The person who was rowed was a rough middle-aged man. He had been fishing on the river for many years, which made his skin dark, with many wrinkles, and looked very old.

But at this moment, his mouth was stuffed with rags, the tendons at the wrists of his hands and feet were broken, and he was "stuck" in a groove inside the boat, unable to move left, right or backward, and could only be manipulated.

As the tip of the sword continued to scratch his skin, he could only make painful "whimpering" sounds from his mouth.

But these "whimpering" sounds are like tiny mosquitoes compared to the sound of the "Red River" waves outside the boat, and are drowned out by the sound of the waves the moment they are made.

"Did you hear that? The sound of your skin being cut is so wonderful..."

The man standing there holding a katana kept swinging his sword, his eyes closed with a look of intoxication on his face.

The "whimpering" sound from the mouth of the middle-aged man who was cut became louder and louder as his skin was cut more and more and the blood that seeped out stained his whole body.

This made the figure holding the sword frown slightly, raised his other hand, raised his index finger to his mouth and said, "Shh, keep your voice down, you're a little noisy."

However, this kind of pain was not something the middle-aged man could control, and he couldn't suppress the sobbing sound from his mouth at all.

However, everything has its ups and downs.

When the middle-aged man's painful "whimpering" reached a peak, it quickly became smaller until finally there was no sound anymore.

At this time, the middle-aged man's body was completely stained with blood.

The floor of the cabin was already covered in a thick, sticky pool of blood.

"Isn't this okay?"

The figure holding the sword looked at the silent middle-aged man and shook his head in disappointment: "Boring."

As he spoke, he sheathed the sword in his hand, raised his left hand, wiped the blood off the blade with the sleeve of his arm, and then sheathed the sword.

"Qiang!"

After putting away the knife, he looked around the cabin, then walked out of the cabin with a calm expression.

This was just a small episode for him.

Halfway through the swim, the Chinese people on the fishing boat actually thought he had fallen into the water, and approached him, ready to rescue him.

It's bad luck for these central people.

Since his whereabouts tonight have been discovered, there is a risk and the plan may be affected, so he can only kill them all.

However, it was not completely without gain. From these people, he learned that there was a place in East City with very few people and a very remote location, where he could enjoy the pleasure of killing.

"Sanlin Town..."

Walk out of the cabin and come to the bow.

He stared at the East City on the other side for a moment again.

The next second, he took a step forward and fell into the "Red River".

"Pfft!"

……

(End of this chapter)