Chapter Sixty: Cutting Grass and Eradicating Roots

  Song Kai carried a leather bag and stood in front of Nie Lingting, with his Tang knife held at his side, also looking at Yang Rongguang in front.

  This is the first time I've met Yang Rongguang.

  Maybe it's also the last time.

  Song Kai stared at Yang Rongguang, with a hint of cold smile in the corner of his eyes. The situation was already very clear: either life or death, only one person could stay tonight.

  The sword's momentum was extremely fierce, and in the blink of an eye, he had already forced his opponent to retreat. The iron flute in his hand had completely revealed its ferocious edges, with the sword tip at the front, and every hole on the flute had three prongs that could be extended and retracted.

  Although Ji Rufeng's move was fierce, Yang Rongguang just stared at Song Kai, wanting to see what was special about this ordinary bookworm.

  "Hiss!"

  The sound of a sword blade slicing through the gap between bones.

  His opponent, like the wind, clutched his ribs and retreated over a dozen steps, his face as white as paper, and urgently said: "Your Majesty, please leave quickly, these people are extremely ferocious."

  Yang Rongguang, however, cupped his hands and said loudly: "Master, I'm troubling you. As long as you help me resolve this trouble and kill Song Kai, I will definitely recommend you to become my elder brother's advisor."

  "Hahaha! It's settled then!"

  His voice was like thunder, shaking the entire room.

  Ji's face changed slightly, and with a single hand holding his sword, he quietly waited for his opponent.

  "Brush!"

  A figure shot out directly from the room behind the hall, coming at a very fast speed, almost without touching the ground. The figure brought with it a yellow glow that shot towards Ji Rufeng.

  Ji Ru Feng's two feet jumped violently at the same time, and the iron flute in his hand flew quickly to this place.

  A crisp "ding" sound, followed by a two-meter-long double-moon iron shovel appearing, paired with Ji Rufeng's iron flute, and then instantly separated.

  "Hahaha! Iron Flute Champion, indeed the name is not in vain!" The figure retreated, opening his mouth to laugh loudly, disregarding everyone else.

  When that person stopped moving, Song Kai's face showed a look of surprise. He saw that the man had three incense scars on his head, and in between the incense scars was a crimson-colored scar. This person turned out to be a tall and imposing monk!

  "Three Scar Monk! You're still not dead yet!" Ji Rufeng's face was icy cold.

  "Haha, I'm not dead, of course! Who would have thought that the once-famous Iron Flute Scholar is now a one-armed scholar!" The three-scarred monk looked at Ji Rufeng with a hint of cold smile on his face. "Back then, I heard you were buried in the Western Regions' Gobi Desert, but I didn't expect you to become a lackey for the Hu people and become the champion of the Turks. How interesting!"

  "Shut up!" Ji Rufeng's iron flute emitted a cold glow and shot straight at San Bo and the monk.

  "Top Scholar! If you had both arms intact, we might still have a chance to fight, but now that you're down to one arm, do you still think you can take on me, the monk?" The Three-Scarred Monk looked ageless, but judging from his conversation with Ji Rufeng, it seemed they were both figures from the same era of the green woods.

  "Dong dong dong dong..."

  The iron flute sword and the double moon spade collided more than thirty times in an instant, each collision sending out a burst of cold starlight.

  San Dou and Shang let out a cold laugh, swung his arms, and with a "pu" sound, Ji Rufeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward.

  "Seasonal Manager!"

  Ashina Wanlang ignored his own injuries and rushed forward to catch Ji Rufeng.

  Feng Xia dropped down like the wind, Ashina Wanlang picked up his own Flowing Star Hammer and charged towards San Chuo and Shang.

  "Come back! Wan Lang! You're no match for him! Take the young lady and leave!" Ji Rufeng stood up straight with effort, shouting loudly.

  Ashina Wanlang's iron tower-like body came to a halt, somewhat hesitant. He knew he wasn't a match for Ji Rufeng, let alone the monk opposite him. However, as the greatest warrior of the Holy City, being unable to defeat a Central Plains monk was quite suffocating.

  "Hahaha! Today, let's just leave it at that, Master. All of you will be killed, and within half a month, you will definitely become the most trusted aide to the Jiangnan Dao Observation Envoy!" Yang Rongguang burst out laughing, he enjoyed this feeling of being in control of everything. This was the benefit of having power, without it, there would be no connections, and relying solely on that bit of personal martial arts skills, wanting to contend for dominance within the Tang Dynasty was simply too ridiculous.

  Song Kai's hand reached into his pocket.

  Nie Lingdang nervously pulled Song Kai's shoulder and whispered, "Song Kai, let's hurry up and escape with Season Grandpa and the others."

  "Little girl, it's too late!"

  San Hu and Shang smiled and walked towards Ji Rufeng with big strides.

  Song Kai took out an iron lump from his leather bag, about the size of a lead ball.

  "Hey!"

  Song Kai suddenly spoke up.

  Sanpaku and Shang stopped.

  "I'm sending you something!"

  Song Kai threw the iron lump with both hands, and at the same time, his hand pulled it lightly from the bottom of the iron lump.

  San Hu and Shang were baffled, their eyes fixed on the iron lump, wondering if it was some kind of deadly hidden weapon. Or perhaps that kid had gone crazy and wanted to give himself such a large black iron lump?

  "Everyone get down!"

  Song suddenly blurted out a sentence, and then he violently pressed Nie Lingdang to the ground, himself pinning Nie Lingdang down on the ground.

  "Boom!"

  Iron lump had just arrived in front of San Chui and Shang Shen, suddenly emitting a loud noise, followed by a burst of flames mixed with black smoke, rising up, the flames instantly wrapped San Chui and Shang Shen, the massive shockwave airflow pushed the surrounding warriors and black-clothed men out for dozens of feet.

  San Hu and the monk let out a loud cry, followed by a "bang" sound, and fell to the ground, with bursts of green smoke emerging from his body, emitting bursts of burnt smell. Two arms flew in different directions, one towards the door and the other landed at Yang Rongguang's feet. The heavy double-moon iron shovel flew high into the air and then plunged down into the wooden floorboards.

  Song Kai lifted his head, slowly got up, looked at the three corpses of monks on the ground, and then raised his head to look at Yang Rongguang's pale face in front of him.

  Carrying the Tang sword, Song Kai walked step by step towards Yang Rongguang. When he reached the body of San Fuhe, Song Kai suddenly thrust the sword downwards, and what little life was left in San Fuhe's body was extinguished.

  He raised the Tang knife, and there were streaks of fresh blood on it. He burst out laughing, "Who won and who lost in the end? Lord Yang!"

  As he spoke, Song Kai suddenly pounced like a starving tiger, his Tang knife flying out with a "brush" sound.

  Ji sat on the ground, and at this time also reacted, shouting: "Don't let anyone go, kill them all!"

  Yang Rongguang's face turned pale and he immediately ran away.

  Although they were both bookworms, Song Kai's physical quality was much better than Yang Rongguang's. The curved knife in his hand shone like a crescent moon, sweeping across Yang Rongguang's shoulder.

  With a "ka cha" sound, the blade cut deep into the bone, slicing open half of Yang Rongguang's body.

  Blood splattered all over his face.

  Song Kai let out a sigh of relief, perhaps this was the foundation for establishing his reputation!

  Cut the grass and eliminate the roots.

  This is both Yang Rongguang's code of conduct and Song Kai's survival rule.

  Carrying the Tang sword, they pressed the black-clad man for Yang Huaiyan's whereabouts. Soon, Song Kai led Ashina Wanlang to charge into Yang Huaiyan's private residence and hacked him to death on the spot.

  The explosion finally woke up the Yang family thoroughly, but tonight everyone understood that there was action in the Yang house, so although there was an explosion, not many people dared to come and check.

  Song Kai, Nie Lingdang and Ji Rufeng returned along the original road after dealing with the clean tail.

  "Song Kai! What is that thing!" Nie Zhong was very excited, the feeling of revenge was indeed great.

  Song Kai shook his canteen, "Stuff that can take lives."

  "Give me a few, quick, give me a few," Nie Ling was shaking Song Kai's shoulder, begging and pleading.

  "Absolutely not, Master!" Ah Shi Na Wan Lang's face turned deathly pale with fright as he stared at Song Kai, afraid that Song Kai would give that thing to Nie Lingdang.

  Nie Lingdang glared at Ashina Wanlang.

  Ashina Wanlang abruptly shut his mouth and didn't dare speak again.

  Ji Rufeng also furrowed his brow, looking at Song Kai, "Song Langjun, that thing just now..."

  "Oh, it's just some trivial things," Song Kai waved his hand. He would never tell others about the gunpowder, not even to those closest to him. The emergence of this thing was too early and had no benefits.

  "Alright, never mind, it's just that I'm a bit puzzled, Lord Lang, how do you control the timing of its explosion? Like now, won't they suddenly... Haha, I always have some doubts," Ji Rufeng asked with a smile.

  Song Kai shook his head, "Don't worry, Old Qi, there's a small mechanism inside. To put it simply, there's slaked lime and water. Only when the mechanism is pulled open, allowing the slaked lime and water to meet, producing high temperatures, igniting white phosphorus, will this thing explode."

  Nie Lingdang listened and nodded directly, "Too awesome, Song Kai, you're really too awesome, how did you come up with this thing."

  Just as they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared on the distant lake surface, rushing towards them at an incredible speed. The figure held a Qinglong Yan Yue knife in hand and charged towards Song Kai and the others in an instant.

  Ashina Wanlang was injured, but the injury was minor. His physical fitness was excellent. At this moment, he saw someone coming with a knife and rushed up without thinking, his flying meteor hammer shooting out.

  Ji furrowed his brow, as if facing a great enemy, "Wan Lang be careful, everyone protect the princess, Song Lang, get ready!"

  Everyone naturally thought that the newcomer was a guard from the Yang Mansion. At this moment, seeing Ji Rufeng's vigilant appearance, they all carefully surrounded Song Kai and Nie Lingdang.

  On the other side, Ashina Wanlang and the newcomer had just met, and the flying meteor hammer in his hand flew out.

  "Barbarian?"

  That man let out a cry of surprise, and the long knife in his hand flew out. The big knife collided with the flying hammer, and his feet borrowed force to kick out. With a loud "bang", he directly kicked Ashina Wanlang back three steps.

  The man with the knife did not stop, and the crescent moon knife in his hand emitted a green light, slashing towards Ashina Wanlang's neck.

  Ashina Wanlang's face turned ashen, and at this moment, he was completely disheartened. He had not expected that in the Central Plains of the Great Tang, there would be so many powerful people. The Flower Monk earlier was one thing, but now, out of nowhere, a Green Blade Guest appeared, and he was also incredibly formidable.

  Ji Rufeng held an iron flute sword and rushed to rescue Ashina Wanlang.

  Song Kai suddenly came to his senses and loudly shouted: "Prefect Zhou! Stop! I am Song Kai!"

  The man holding the guandao heard Song Kai's voice, and the guandao in his hand suddenly changed direction, chopping down on a nearby boulder with a loud "thud", splitting a stone block the size of a human head into two halves.

  Ashina Wanlang stood there stupidly.

  Ji, like the wind, stopped in his tracks, gazing at the middle-aged man with a look of astonishment, and in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh, "More than ten years have passed since I last returned to Zhongyuan, yet Zhongyuan has produced so many masters!"

  "Song Kai?" The man holding a crescent moon knife walked over, it was actually Zhou Ce!