Chapter 23: Fallen Flowers and Flowing Water? No! Farting and Urinating

  Attack where they are unprepared, and they never expected us to take the initiative. In his eyes, we, a group of poor children, should be intimidated by such a large formation, even if not frightened out of our wits, we should be at a loss and in a state of panic. At this moment, he stared blankly as we charged forward like tigers descending a mountain, even forgetting to shout the order to counterattack, with an expression that still flashed with incredulous eyes.

  The mountain tiger was so fierce that as soon as he entered the crowd, two punches sent two people flying. Not knocked down, but literally flying! The fists were so powerful that whoever they hit would fly away. With a loud "hah", he picked up one person and spun him around in a circle before throwing him far away into a snowbank. Luckily, the snow was thick enough to cushion his fall, or else his head would have been stuck in the ground. By this time, these guys had finally reacted and more than ten people came to surround the mountain tiger. But it was too late, as he was now in full swing, using his bare fists to unleash a flurry of Eight Trigrams Boxing moves that left everyone stunned. His sturdy build belied his agility and quick reflexes, making all knives and clubs useless against him. In the blink of an eye, no one around him was standing anymore - they had all been knocked down! What incredible kung fu skills! Without even stopping to catch his breath, he charged forward with a loud "roar", sending chills down people's spines as he plowed into the crowd once more. More than ten people fell behind him, rolling around in agony on the snowy ground. Luckily, he hadn't used any weapons - if he had, judging by his ferocity, he would have surely killed someone! This guy was like a wild animal when it came to fighting - as excited as if he were eating meat! He was like a man who had been injected with chicken blood or something, a total warmonger! So powerful, so fierce! Absolutely a warrior general!

  This guy is still dazed, his ugly face right in front of me. My fist didn't hesitate to strike his slightly raised nose, already imagining the crisp "crack" sound and the bloody scene when his nasal bone fractures. A few gusts of cold wind rushed towards my head and back, but I spared him for now.

  With a turn of internal energy, my toes touched the ground, and my body shot up into the air. In mid-air, I did a backward somersault, narrowly avoiding three machetes and two iron clubs that swept past my feet. Good grief, they're ruthless! That stance was meant to kill me with one blow. These trash are all heartless and desperate fugitives; can't let them off.

  The several guys' attack missed its mark, and their bodies lost balance in an instant. As soon as they landed, they sprang up again, doing a swift kick that brought forth the sound of bones breaking. The three machetes were kicked into mid-air, and the wrists of these three trash were broken. They let out a mournful cry, clutching their wrists as they rolled on the ground, instantly losing their combat strength.

  First, I had to take care of those deadly blades. Although with their limited fighting power, they couldn't even touch me, but I couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't hurt my companions. The threat from these knife-wielding trash was huge. "Take down the ones with knives first!" I shouted loudly.

  My brothers understood and adjusted their strategy on the spot. Those guys wielding knives were immediately given special attention, each one receiving a dedicated wooden club. Instantly, the battlefield rang out with anguished cries of "Oh no! Oh no!" and the sound of machetes hitting the ground.

  Those two guys with iron bars, steady themselves, turn around and swing their arms, the iron bars bring wind sound and hit my head, I dodge and jump from between them, the iron bars fall empty, hitting the snowy ground, splashing snow high, quite powerful, estimated hands are numb, turn around and jump up, two feet kick on the back of these two bastards, this strength is enough big, two guys like cannonballs shoot out, trampling the snowy ground into two ditches, about three or four meters long, can still get up, body not standing firm, one guy red-eyed jumps high, swings knife and rushes to my head, looks like he wants to split me in half, how powerful, is your brother-in-law? Doesn't look like it, this young man's age is older than your brother-in-law, then he must be your sister's husband, don't know if your brother-in-law is married or not. Don't care about that, sidestep and let the knife pass, casually throw a punch, hitting the guy's face, the long-awaited crisp bone fracture sound rings out, accompanied by a beautiful blood flower blooming, a miserable scream, two hands covering his face, one roll of white eyes, this young man falls head-first into the snowy ground, directly fainting, quite convenient, you can rest assured now, nothing to see. Fists and feet fly, dodging and weaving, punching and kicking, in the blink of an eye, there's no one standing around me, seven or eight people lying on the ground, all unable to get up, cool! Refreshing! Invigorating! Fighting is addictive! Looking at opponents lying at my feet, feeling extremely accomplished, that feeling is great, "Hoo-hoo, I'm a wolf from the north, staring with cold eyes, fists specializing in hitting people's noses! Hearing crisp bone fractures, watching blood flowers bloom, heart full of excitement! Wooo!!!" Satisfied?

  Qiu Sheng's fighting style is as solid and calm as his personality, with a single wooden stick that has a lot of rhythm, attacking and defending with ease, and very good timing. There are also six or seven people under his feet. Although he didn't knock down as many people as Shan Hu and I did, Qiu Sheng was actually taking care of the whole team, observing all directions, and several times when our teammates were in danger, he resolved the situation. He is a person with a strong sense of overall awareness, not competitive, but with a strong sense of teamwork. It's better to say that he was helping Hu Zi and me observe the enemy's formation rather than attacking himself. In comparison, Hu Zi and I are a bit too individualistic, especially me, I should pay more attention to this, after all, I am the leader. This is something I should learn from Qiu Sheng. It can be forgiven since it's my first time, and being young isn't an excuse, occasionally being impulsive once or twice can be understood, but this sounds like an excuse?

  In a short moment, the other side was knocked down by us with seventy or eighty people, not to mention the dozen or so who fled in disarray. The ground was littered with the wounded, and the air was filled with groans and wails. Bloodstains dotted the snowy ground, red and white alternating, a gruesome yet beautiful sight. Our strategy of attacking when they least expected it had an astonishing effect. Otherwise, who knows how many casualties we would have on our side? Now looking at this situation, everything is fine, each and every one of them is in high spirits, with unyielding fighting spirit, haha, zero casualties!

  The two men were surrounded by Yun Fei and Yun Peng, who brought two younger companions with them. The odds were against the two men, but they fought back bravely. Whenever one of them attacked, the other would immediately strike from behind, targeting their legs and backs, forcing them to defend themselves desperately. Although the children's sticks were not very big, they still packed a punch, and if they hit someone in the leg, it could easily break. The two men were forced to jump around frantically, trying to dodge the blows. One of them was getting angry and flustered, and who wouldn't be? He had always bragged about his whip skills among his friends, claiming he could take down dozens of people with ease. But now, he was being beaten by two young kids and was completely at a loss. His face was covered in dust, and he was desperate to escape, but the two children were relentless.

  In a split second, the killer's intent emerged. As Guo Shao had said earlier, killing someone was no big deal, and he would take responsibility for it. With a flick of his waist, he unleashed his power, and the iron whip head shot out like a line, straight at Yun Fei's face. This move was called "Poisonous Snake Emerging from its Hole." If it landed successfully, Yun Fei's face would be left with a bloody hole, and he wouldn't survive.

  Yun Fei saw the whip coming and panicked, hastily retreating as his foot slipped and his hand trembled. Coincidentally, his staff happened to be in the way of the nine-section whip, and it flew out of his hands. What incredible force! The whip wasn't soft, but when it encountered an obstacle, its direction changed. With a "whooshing" sound, it returned along its original path.

  This guy didn't expect that his own staff would recognize its owner. According to his thinking, even if the child in front of him wasn't injured, he should at least dodge and run away. But this was not what happened! The iron whip head hit him squarely on the crotch, making a loud "slapping" sound. Ah, even though it was muffled by his pants, it still hurt enough to make me wince in sympathy for him.

  The guy let out a blood-curdling scream and dropped his whip, covering his crotch with both hands as he leapt high into the air. When he landed, he fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and began to wail loudly. This was truly agonizing! Could it not hurt? This was the root of a man's vitality, after all! Who knows if his eggs were crushed or not? I estimate that for at least half a year, he wouldn't be able to fulfill his duties as a man. As for whether he could recover later, it's hard to say.

  When I saw this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Wasn't this an example of "speaking ill of someone and having it come true"? The remaining whip-wielder was instantly flustered and didn't dare use that move again. Look at the painful expression on that guy's face! It wasn't just heart-wrenching; I reckon he hadn't been taught by a proper master. After being beaten to the ground by Yun Fei and his staff, he couldn't even get up.

  The boss, hey, this guy is quite clever, doesn't fight upfront, hasn't even stretched out his hand, but runs very fast, very cunning. Seeing that most of his accomplices have been caught, he rolls and crawls to the nine gunmen and shouts: "Quickly open fire! What are you still hesitating for? Kill them for me!" I guess this situation is absolutely beyond his expectations. Originally thought that with a hundred or so hooligans, it would be easy to take care of us, but now we've turned the tables on him. He's furious, his killer instincts have been stirred up, and he's given the order to open fire and kill people. These few gunmen are usually well-trained, loyal henchmen of the Zhou family. In the past, without Zhou's orders, they wouldn't move. But now that they've received their orders, their hands move swiftly towards their gun holsters, their movements neat and efficient. Danger!

  As I was running towards the few gunmen, I realized that this bastard had a murderous intention, but he didn't dare to shoot. We haven't practiced to the point of ignoring bullets and shells yet. As for catching bullets with our bare hands and kicking away shells before they land, those are just legends. I don't want these bullets to test my blood type.

  I picked up two handfuls of snow from the ground, jumped into the air, and threw the snowballs at the gunmen's faces in a "goddess scattering flowers" motion, dividing them into nine pieces. Although we haven't practiced to the point where flying petals can hurt people, the cold snow hitting their faces was quite painful. At least it made their eyes spin, and with a sudden jolt, they instinctively used their hands to wipe their faces, forgetting about drawing their guns.

  That's when I took advantage of this brief moment of confusion. In mid-air, I made a swift hand gesture, and suddenly a mist of snow rose from the cliffs on both sides. Ten figures emerged from the mist like hawks swooping down on rabbits, directly pouncing on the nine gunmen and knocking them to the ground.

  As they fell, nine icy daggers were already pressed against their throats. Everything else could be ignored, but the cold, hard lump pressing against their Adam's apples was undoubtedly a persuasive thing. The gunmen raised their hands high in surrender, indicating that they hadn't moved. "Brother, don't be rash, put your weapon away," I said.

  The few brothers who had set up the ambush were quite skilled, with swift and deadly movements. They were naturally talented as assassins and should focus on developing this aspect further. In the future, we can infiltrate the enemy's heart and cause chaos, making it hard for them to rest or eat.

  The remaining Autumn Spring brother didn't find a match, and directly went to Gou Shao's side. With one kick, he immediately fell over, and his foot was pressed on his spine. This time, there was no way to run away. I looked at the several gunmen who came with me, seeing the brand new revolvers, their hearts were itchy, their hands were itchy, they hated not being able to confiscate them on the spot. But that wouldn't do, this would lead to endless troubles and large-scale bloody revenge. I had to consider the old and young of the Tang family's humble abode, couldn't be impulsive, and strongly restrained my thoughts. With one hand, I pulled out the gun from the holster, and it was indeed a brand new revolver, with bright blue lacquer, like a mirror, that could reflect people. Looking again, it was fortunate that the bullets in this gun were all loaded, with the fire on top, couldn't put down the gun, but we can confiscate the bullets! I removed the magazine, took out all the bullets, and did the same for the nine guns, a total of 180 rounds, what a harvest! This gun would eventually be mine, first, I'd stock up on bullets. Reluctantly, I put the gun back in its holster, patted a gunman's shoulder, "Brother, take good care of your gun, don't bump it, knock it, or grind it!" The fellow was puzzled, "What do you mean? The gun is with me, what are you worried about?" He didn't dare ask, nodded and bowed, repeatedly agreeing.

  At this time, Shan Hu walked over and picked up Gou Shao from the snowy ground. Before Hu could speak, "Gentlemen, today's matter is a misunderstanding. It's all because of those few slaves who started the trouble earlier. I couldn't have come back to settle the score again. The mountains don't move, but people do. On the road, it's common to bump into each other. Let's not hold grudges against each other. Gentlemen, please forgive me this time. I see that you are all quite capable, and I'd like to make friends with you. In the future, we can help each other out. If you come to Sanhe River, just mention my name, Gou Shao, and you'll be treated with respect. We can have a good drink together then." Ah, this trash is quite eloquent, using threats and temptation, soft and hard tactics, speaking in a Jianghu dialect, and yet his mind is still clear. This is a cunning and ruthless wolf. Today's feud has been settled, but he won't let it go easily. We need to think of a way to get rid of him. Shan Hu was about to speak, probably to reveal some details, but I quickly stopped him. "Gou Shao, we don't know each other if we don't fight. Since today's matter is a misunderstanding, let's just forget it. Your men have been injured, and my brothers have also suffered quite a bit. We're even now. The bullets in your gun, I'll keep them for you first. It's not that I don't trust Gou Shao, but I'm afraid your men might not be satisfied and will shoot us in the back. As for reputation, let's not mention it. We are nameless people, and if we have fate, we'll meet again." This speech was quite impressive, with a high level of sophistication.

  The tiger didn't let go, and with one punch, he hit Gou Shao's ribcage. This time, at least five ribs were broken. The young man flipped over, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out without making a sound. The tiger threw him to the ground, muttering, "You're just a coward, see if you dare to spout nonsense again." It seemed that the tiger was avenging Ling Jie's grievances. This guy didn't kill Gou Shao today, probably because he was afraid of being blamed by me. He held back his anger and instead broke a few of Gou Shao's ribs to vent his frustration.

  I waved my hand and commanded, "Let's go!" We won a complete victory and returned triumphantly. What made me satisfied was that none of the guys were injured, only a few comrades had scratched their skin, but not even bleeding. This battle was zero casualties, absolutely beautiful! The only thing is that our clothes suffered a bit more damage, either torn or cut off pieces of fabric. Tiger's image was the most stylish, his cotton-padded jacket was slashed open in several places, and the cotton balls and strips of cloth were blown away by the wind, forming a sharp and cool image, with a bit of the style of a beggar gang leader. He didn't even have a scratch on him, not even a broken skin. This guy needs to be reminded in the future that while fighting for fun, he also needs to pay attention to protecting himself!

  At this time, except for those few gunmen who could still stand up, most of the people and horses were lying on the ground. The remaining clever ones, with good eyesight, followed the shadows, yawned, and took advantage of the situation. When they saw an opportunity, they would take it, and when they suffered a loss, they would run away quickly. Seeing that things were not going well, they ran away without a trace. Everyone gathered together and walked in the direction of the village. As for the remaining mess, let Kou Shao's subordinates clean it up. I estimate that the bone-setting business at Sanjiao River will be very popular recently. Unfortunately, I don't know if it was our fault that brought this business. If they knew, they might even give us a plaque with the words "Wealthy Children" written on it! Haha!!

  Everyone walked and laughed together, at this time, the sky started to snow heavily, flakes of snow danced in the air, the wind stopped, the distant mountains and nearby pine forests were shrouded in a vast expanse of white, the world seemed to have become pure again. This clean snow would cover up everything from just now, but could it cover up the evil that had already occurred?

  Suddenly, a sense of foreboding rose in my heart. A black figure sprang up from the ground and pounced on Yunfei's back with a flash of cold light. No good! It was one of the fugitives who had been lightly injured earlier, unable to swallow his anger, and launched a sneak attack. Damn it! Without thinking, I rushed forward and grabbed Yunfei. At that moment, I felt a chill on my back, and the sensation of the knife entering my body was extremely clear. My body charged forward, my muscles tensed up, and I dissipated most of the force. By instinct, I knew the knife wasn't deep, only about half an inch. With a scorpion-like movement, I kicked the attacker's chest with my right leg, and he flew back like a sack of potatoes. There was no sound from him after that, and I estimated that this kick would put him in bed for at least half a year, even if it didn't kill him. The companions around us were shocked and rushed over, some wanting to go find the attacker, seemingly with thoughts of skinning him alive. Hu Zi was furious, shouting that he wanted to rip off the attacker's head. I quickly waved my hand to stop everyone, telling them I was fine, just a scratch on the skin.

  The sound of girls' conversation came from the front, and it turned out that Ling Jie and others were worried about us and brought two empty sleds to pick us up. When I heard Ling Jie's voice, my nerves relaxed, and warm blood flowed slowly down my back wound. My legs felt a bit weak, not because of this injury, but because of the tension earlier. It was normal for me to relax now. When we met, everyone saw that I was fine, and Ling Jie was overjoyed. Autumn Brother quietly told Ling Jie about my injury, and she rushed to my side, supporting me with a pale face, unable to speak due to anxiety. Seeing this, I felt a pang of heartache and quickly told her the truth. Ling Jie's face slightly recovered, and without saying a word, she pressed me onto the sled, calling for someone to use their coats to create a circle around us, blocking out the biting cold. She undid my shirt, saw the flowing blood, and her hands trembled as she tore off a long strip of cloth from her inner garment to gently bandage my wound. Two hot tears fell on my back, and a warm current flowed silently in my heart. This was the second time she had cried for me today. Why did I make her cry? I felt heartache and couldn't forgive myself. Is it destined that loving someone means shedding tears?

  After bandaging my wound, I wanted to walk by myself, but Ling Jie and the others wouldn't let me. I had no choice but to lie down on the sled, resting my head on Ling Jie's thigh, with my face buried in her clothes under her belly. She covered me with her coat, and suddenly, the fragrance of a young woman filled my surroundings. The snowflakes dancing in the air, the wind rustling through the treetops, the conversations of my companions - everything disappeared. In this space that existed only for me, I was surrounded by the scent of a girl's body. For an instant, I lost myself on Ling Jie's body, feeling that this injury was worth it. I wished she would hold me like this forever and ever!

  After crossing several mountain ridges, the excited shouts of my companions came over, and I arrived home. I raised my head, and the crisp air with the moisture of snowflakes brought me back to the world of humans. Ling's face was red, but her eyes were not shy as she looked at me. Down the mountain, in the world of flying snowflakes, the dim yellow lights, like lighthouses on a dark night, appeared in front of us, indicating the direction we should go. Finally, I arrived home. Home, forever warm and cozy, is the holy temple in the heart of a wandering son, the harbor where the sail of a long voyage comes to rest. The snow seemed to be getting heavier, but that dim yellow light was becoming brighter and clearer in my heart. Looking at Ling, her gentle eyes, like black gemstones, were shining brightly in this snowy night, like two bright stars hanging in the sky of my heart! We walked shoulder to shoulder, let's go home...

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