Extermination of a Family (Part 1)

  The snowfall in Mengdong ends very quickly, but around 4 or 5 pm, the sky has already become extremely dark and gloomy.

  The snow has just stopped, but the north wind is even more mournful.

  Endless white between heaven and earth.

  A little bit of blackness, from Xiangyang West Gate, slowly extended southwest.

  "Grandma's, as soon as we left the city it became a wilderness. Liu Biao was praised by them so much, but he didn't even fix the road." Qin Yu walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, exhaling white misty breath, muttering in a low voice.

  The young man's face had a few scratch marks, his left hand was holding a snow-white rabbit, and his right hand was carrying a black long stick, with the top of the stick supporting that huge wine gourd.

  His finger joints were all frostbitten and scarred, but his spirit was very uplifting.

  Unexpectedly, a fat wild rabbit was trampled out of the way, and it was covered with soft and thick snow in the wilderness. The jumping champion who was normally swift and agile couldn't jump at all, and he didn't run far before being pounced on and knocked unconscious to the ground with one stick.

  Wild game is hard to find in winter, but once caught, it's all a rare delicacy.

  This wild rabbit is so plump and suitable for Auntie who just gave birth to nourish her body, and Uncle's face will look better too.

  Aunt just gave birth to a little brother, her temper has changed greatly, every day she scolds and rebukes, it's as if she's pointing at my nose saying I'm idle. Fortunately, there's big brother Qīn Xìn who helps out from time to time, only then can Qīn Yù barely get by.

  But when will such days come to an end?

  What can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated! Qin Yu thought that after being cooped up for five or six years, his body had more or less recovered. For over a year, he spent every day hunting in the mountains and occasionally helped his uncle go into town to make purchases. Life was dull and uninteresting. Although his uncle's older brother didn't mind, Qin Yu himself really didn't want to continue living like this. It was time for him to go out and make a name for himself. Zhuge Liang was only two years older than himself, yet he had traveled from Shandong all the way to Hubei.

  But where should I go? Surrender to Liu Biao?

  He thought of Liu Biao, and Quan Yu furrowed his brow, feeling a strange sensation in his heart. If his guess was correct, the governor of Jingzhou, Liu Biao Liu Jingsheng, should be his cheap old dad. Unfortunately, his mother had passed away before he possessed Quan Yu's body, so this matter couldn't be confirmed. He also asked his uncle indirectly, but was suddenly met with a burst of anger and fled in disarray, never daring to ask another word again.

  "In this chaotic world, when even that person's son has no good outcome, land and wealth will eventually belong to Cao Cao. Only this skill is truly our own." Qian Yu comforted himself, his mind began to review his own Hundred Flowers Whirling Spear technique.

  This shooting technique is Qian Yu's original martial art, not passed down from Liu Biao. It seems that when Qian Yu was around five or six years old, his mother forced him to memorize it, requiring him to recite and practice it 100 times a day, repeatedly reinforcing it. After being whipped several times, the child reinforced this requirement for memory reinforcement, although it may be somewhat mechanical, but indeed very effective - until one day when he changed souls, all related memories of the heart method still stubbornly remained.

  Because of the bitter practice of this gun method, it was not obtained, and at the age of ten, Quan Yu died due to broken meridians. After being rescued by his uncle, he changed people.

  As a modern person, although just an ordinary office worker, the knowledge structure and comprehensive ability to understand knowledge of a planner and editor are not something that a ten-year-old Han dynasty child can match. Qin Yu repeatedly recited the mind method, and soon discovered several major mistakes in his previous practice, any one of which would have resulted in at least half of his body being crippled. He was extremely lucky to have practiced for three or four years before dying.

  The flesh is weak like a summer insect in winter, and the veins are fragmented like a torn fishing net.

  For five years after Qin Yu's transmigration, he spent most of his time lying in bed, patiently and helplessly nursing the various internal and external injuries to his body. Fortunately, although his aunt occasionally complained, his uncle fully supported his nephew's self-rescue efforts.

  "The Hundred Flowers Chaotic Gun" secret book, although it seems to be just a gun technique from its name, has a very perfect overall inheritance. The contents contained in it are extremely rich and not simply a set of gun techniques.

  There are four major categories of internal Qigong methods: foundation, enhancement, maintenance and recovery.

  Until last year, Qin Yu completed the first major cycle of his heart method rotation, proving that he had really self-studied and initially practiced the fundamental heart method of the Hundred Flowers Whirling Gun. Only then did he dare to get out of bed and continue his gun training.

  He then ended his carefree "disabled child" life, and was sent by his aunt every day to the mountains to harvest and hunt for various wild game.

  He became a hunter.

  Nowadays, the surrounding mountains of Wangchu Mountain, Wanshan to Dajing Mountain and many other mountain ranges are his most familiar hunting grounds.

  When Tong Yu was indulging in such wild thoughts, he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

  "For now, let's not think too much. In this chaotic world, it's not safe to go out. Only by practicing this kung fu well can one establish a foundation for safety and prosperity." Quan Yu saw the familiar mountain foot, his heart habitually retracted, all distracting thoughts gone, and he lightly inhaled a breath of air, directly into his dantian.

  I'm so cool! It's cool all the way down to my belly button.

  Tan Yin suppressed the urge to sneeze, took a half-step forward, and a thick fog enveloped him. He let out a slight puff of turbid air, and suddenly felt his entire body's blood vessels and meridians come alive, as if he had just taken a hot shower, feeling extremely refreshed.

  Tan Yong let out a faint moan in her heart, but her thoughts didn't dare to focus, still forcibly maintaining the scattered and unknowing state.

  Take another half step forward, with one breath in and out, it forms naturally.

  This is the inner family mental method of the Hundred Flowers Chaotic Gun: Half-Step Exhalation Technique.

  Although it's very superficial, it's his daily compulsory mountain climbing exercise. He goes up and down the mountain at least ten times a day. If he wasn't so diligent, he wouldn't have been able to completely repair the meridians that his predecessor had almost completely destroyed in five or six years, and his qi and blood are now more flourishing than ever.

  Tan Yun's home was on the top of Xiangshan Mountain, ten miles southwest of Xiangyang City. In fact, it was his uncle Tan Xiong's manor, which was not large but had a clear and quiet environment with few people.

  Tan Yun was so familiar with Old Master Zuo because the Zuo Xing wine shop was located in the west of the city. On ordinary days, Tan Yun occasionally needed to enter the city to buy food and drinks, and it would take at most two quarters of an hour to reach the Zuo Xing wine shop. Even if the wine shop happened to be out of stock, they would let their partners go to other restaurants and hotels to purchase together, in short, they would satisfy Tan Yun.

  One or two visits, and Quan Yu had already become acquainted with the owner of Zuo's wine shop, Old Zuo. Their relationship quickly deepened, mainly because many of the facilities and methods used in the wine shop, including the large charcoal brazier used in winter, were suggested by Quan Yu on a whim, and afterwards proved to be quite effective.

  Now with heavy snow falling and steps being unstable, it is even a good opportunity for cultivation.

  Step by step, winding and turning, they gradually reached the middle of the mountain. Qin Yu had just finished another big week of breath training and stopped for a moment.

  The surroundings were quiet to an unusual degree, making him feel somewhat strange. Even on such a cold snowy day, it shouldn't be this way.

  Suddenly, a crystal light flashed out from the side of the mountain, cutting across his shoulder and back with an unusual accuracy, aiming to take advantage of Qin Yu's momentary distraction and cut him in two with one knife.

  Qin Yu was shocked, his brain hadn't reacted yet, and with a fierce swing of his left arm, the rabbit in his hand had already been thrown out.

  The gleam of the knife and the bloodlust intertwined in an instant.

  The black-clad swordsman who suddenly attacked was stunned for a moment, what's going on? He counterattacked with another knife, his momentum slightly weakened.

  Tan Yu's body leaned back violently, and half of the iron plate bridge was unfolded. The golden wind that had just swept across his face flashed open, and several drops of blood still fell on his nose tip.

  With a loud "Hey!" Quan Yu swung his right arm forward, and the black stick shot out in an electric motion. The thick end of the stick perfectly blocked the enemy's circular beheading knife, and then heavily crashed into the person's throat.

  At the same time, a large wine gourd had rolled down beside the road.

  The terrifying explosion and the deafening roar crushed the howling wind that swept across the vast mountains.

  "Ugh!" The black-clad swordsman threw down his sword and clutched at his throat with both hands, rolling out from behind the boulder where he had been lying in ambush.

  Tan Yu's whole body was covered in cold sweat. He had spent five years cultivating the secret mental method, refining his spear technique, and now his physical sensitivity far surpassed his brain. If it weren't for his body's automatic reaction just now, using a familiar yet smooth move, "Returning Horse Chasing Wind Spear", by the time he processed it with his mind, he would probably have been beheaded already.

  But after experiencing a fright, the spirit suddenly becomes fully concentrated, doing its best and coordinating with the body to operate in sync.

  Before he could straighten his body, his ears perked up and he sensed the wind behind his head again.

  Although the wind was strong on the mountain waist, Qin Yu still heard it clearly, and someone ambushed and plotted in secret.

  While his mind was racing to make a judgment, his right arm had already stretched straight back in a pulling motion. This move was like a boatman pushing against the current with all his might, so it was called "rowing upstream". It was also one of his secret gun techniques that he had practiced day and night.

  With a loud "ding", the tip of the pole seemed to have struck something thick and solid, and Quan Yu took advantage of this momentum to stand up completely.

  He didn't even turn around, his right hand wielding the staff in a single motion, stirring, wrapping, and collapsing. The enemy behind him let out a startled cry as the thick-backed long knife flew out of his hand.

  His right arm's blood and energy suddenly condensed, his strength increased several times in an instant, and he stabbed out with the trend, directly from the front of the heart to the back of the heart.

  Stir, entwine, collapse, pierce, four memories combined gun stance!

  Relying on his secretly transmitted shooting and mental methods, Qin Yu's long stick, although without a gun head, also killed the assassin behind him.

  The horizontal stick shook, and the long stick left the enemy's corpse, and it was retrieved.

  "Damn it, a group of rats! Think you can secretly calculate me? Go back and practice for a few more years!" Qin Yu cursed in a low voice.