Chapter 17

It’s about to be classified as a strong recommendation, and I’m preparing to start rolling on the ground next week, begging for recommendations and collections. Hmph! Just wait for me.

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Late at night, Qin Yu sat alone in the room.

He was silently reciting the Jade Sword Heart Sutra that his master had taught him in the afternoon.

The Jade Sword Heart Sutra is divided into upper, middle, and lower sections, each containing thousands of characters of secret incantations. Zhang Xun did not hold back and taught everything, but he specifically instructed that it must only be memorized in the mind and not written down on any bamboo slips or paper to prevent any accidental leakage.

Qin Yu was in trouble.

He struggled to memorize it all afternoon, feeling dizzy and brain-tired, and barely managed to remember everything. Afraid that he would forget it all after a night's sleep, he continued to recite it, but was worried about disturbing his foster mother in the next room. In the end, he ended up silently memorizing it.

Fortunately, this sword sutra was not as profound as ordinary articles, with many obscure and difficult characters, but was quite colloquial, clearly and precisely describing the methods of cultivation, the use of energy, and the external manifestations at various stages. As a result, Qin Yu gradually became engrossed in the content and, after reciting it about twenty to thirty times, had understood about two to three tenths of it.

Qin Yu thought, "Master said that as long as I can recite this sword sutra fluently, my sword skills will naturally be initially formed. I thought he was just encouraging me to avoid discouragement. It turns out there is really such a possibility."

However, to reach the point of reciting it fluently, reading it a thousand or ten thousand times would be far from enough. It would probably take at least a hundred thousand or even a million times.

Just thinking about it was terrifying. A three-thousand-character article, read thirty times a day, would take more than a month to reach ten thousand times, and a hundred thousand or a million times... no need to calculate, I might as well focus on my cultivation honestly. Combining theory with practice is the most cost-effective way!

After three or four hours, Qin Yu had reached a stage where he was developing a rebellious attitude towards recitation. Just as he was lost in thought and feeling impatient, he suddenly heard a scream from outside.

"Ah!"

"Who is it?" A loud voice came from the distance, it was Bao Chu's voice.

Qin Yu's mind was suddenly alert, and he reached out, grabbing the black spear from the head of the bed. From the sudden amplification of the sound outside, it seemed that quite a few people were quietly approaching.

There was no need to ask; at such a late hour, these people intruding near a civilian residence were either thieves or bandits. If Bao Chu, who was born a hunter, had not set up some traps, crossbows, and pitfalls near his home to prevent wild animals from the mountains from disturbing the village at night, these bandits might have been discovered only when they were much closer.

Just as he pushed the door open, he saw a slope not far away, where twenty to thirty men in white, wielding knives and spears, were charging over.

Such bold bandits!

Qin Yu was greatly surprised; he had never seen a group of bandits who wore white and came to steal in the middle of the night.

"Little bandit!" Qin Yu shouted, his left foot moving three steps and his right foot four, like a snake gliding, quickly advancing.

Today, he had received a lot of earnest guidance from his master, and although his cultivation had not yet improved, his understanding of martial arts had greatly increased. He could draw connections and had gained the most insight into the techniques of wielding a spear on foot.

"I will deal with him." A white-clad spearman, who seemed to be the leader, saw Qin Yu's strange movements and did not dare to be careless, stepping out from the crowd and advancing with his spear.

Qin Yu's left hand was yang, his right hand yin, and when he combined both, a burst of shadows appeared at the tip of the spear.

One spear actually created two spear flowers.

The white-clad spearman was greatly startled and quickly blocked with his spear.

Qin Yu's two spear flowers formed a "two" shape, each with a horizontal line, containing three spear tips, one real and two fake. The subtlety of this move was not something that could be easily defended against.

The spearman blocking the way suddenly let out a scream and fell backward. Blood spurted from his throat and chest simultaneously.

In an instant, he had been hit in two vital points and was dead.

The air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The white-clad men were in a state of chaos, shouting and arguing.

"Li Shengun... Li Shengun was taken out in one move?"

"Damn, what terrifying spear skills! Two points with one spear..."

"Who is this guy?"

A young leader, about thirty years old, shouted, "This person is formidable! Qi Er, Qi San, get close; Ma Xiong, Ma Biao, provide cover."

Four white-clad men stepped forward.

Two wielded knives, and two wielded long halberds.

The two knife wielders ran in front, one with a five-foot-long knife, and the other with a pair of three-foot-long knives.

Qin Yu took advantage of their shorter weapons, and with his long spear, two black flowers suddenly appeared, striking both of them.

The moon was slightly visible tonight, and the snow on the ground reflected the moonlight, while the light from the house extended outward, so the opponents were not completely blind.

Clang! Clang! Two crisp sounds, but the two halberd wielders, who had moved forward, simultaneously extended their halberds to protect their knife-wielding teammates.

Their weapons were a few feet longer than Qin Yu's nine-foot black spear, about twelve to thirteen feet long. Qin Yu, forced by their longer weapons, quickly thrust his spear at the halberds' crescent blades, causing a huge shock to his hands, and the spear flowers dispersed. He quickly used the rebound force to pull back his spear.

These two halberd warriors were stronger than Qin Yu in terms of physical strength.

However, Qin Yu's Hundred Flowers Spear Technique was a secret military transmission. Due to his current low strength, especially on foot, he could not fully utilize it, but its subtleties were still beyond the comprehension of these ordinary bandits.

As he pulled back his spear, the spear shaft bent and then snapped sideways, and the black spear tip shook, creating another spear flower.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two knife wielders, protected by their companions, were about to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, but Qin Yu's spear shot out, and the black spear tip continuously stabbed at them. They struggled to block, barely managing to parry, and their faces turned as white as snow under the light of the knives.

Qin Yu took three steps back, neutralizing the counter-shock from his opponents.

"Six consecutive strikes! What a great spear technique!" The leader behind the group praised, then suddenly shouted, "Everyone, hold your positions!"

The four knife and halberd wielders in front of Qin Yu stood in position, with the halberd wielders on the sides and the knife wielders in front and back, forming a flexible formation.

Qin Yu could not find any weaknesses for the moment and temporarily stopped, his spear movements like a snake's tongue, unpredictable.

Suddenly, a long roar came from a distance, followed by heavy footsteps. A giant man, like a god descending from heaven, approached in a gust of wind.

His steps were not fast, but each step was at least two meters long, and in just a few seconds, he was already in front.

"Brother Yu, don't worry, I'm here!"

Several white-clad men tried to block him, but he swung his steel fork, and their weapons flew out of their hands, causing them to scatter in shock.

The white-clad leader shouted, "Who are you? How dare you oppose the Fan family of Lake Yang?"

Bao Chu, running closer, saw that Qin Yu was unharmed and finally relaxed. He did not pay attention to the leader's shouts and quickly approached his house, shouting, "Mother, are you alright?"

The voice of Bao's old lady came from inside, "Mother is fine, thanks to Little Yu."

Bao Chu relaxed and turned to stand beside Qin Yu.

Qin Yu had already started cursing, "You long-cocked, dog-eating bastards, daring to come to my Bao Village and cause trouble, are you tired of living?"

"Bao Village?" The white-clad leader was greatly surprised, "Could this be the place where the righteous hero Bao Chu of Wudang County is in seclusion?"

Bao Chu glared, completely ignoring him.

The white-clad leader looked at Qin Yu, then glanced away, and then looked at Bao Chu, saying sternly, "Could you be the righteous hero Bao?"

Qin Yu cursed, "You didn't even check the place before coming to commit violence? Truly a bunch of brain-dead bandits!"

The white-clad leader glared at Qin Yu and bowed to Bao Chu, "I am Fan Jian from Lake Yang, and my brother Fan Ren is the current magistrate of Lake Yang. Tonight... it was a misunderstanding!"

According to the laws of the Eastern Han Dynasty, counties with more than ten thousand households had county officials called magistrates, with a rank of six hundred to one thousand stones; counties with fewer than ten thousand households had officials called chiefs, with a rank of three hundred to five hundred stones. Lake Yang, being a small county, had a chief.

Qin Yu asked, "You came in with knives and spears, silently and violently. What kind of misunderstanding is this?"

Fan Jian waved his hand, and his subordinates quickly lowered their weapons.

"I was ordered by my brother to go hunting. Two days ago, two of our guests hunted a golden leopard, but it was intercepted by your village's heroes. My brothers were upset, and thus we committed this offense. I don't ask for much, just the leopard's gallbladder, and we will leave this matter behind and depart immediately."

"What?" Qin Yu was furious. Even if your guests were lying, to say such arrogant and crazy things, you must be quite shameless!

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, it's bad, it's bad... Third Young Master was lured into the forest by a black youth and shot to death!" Several white-clad guests ran over, shouting as they ran.

"What?" Fan Jian exclaimed.

Qin Yu turned to look at Bao Chu.

"Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Bao Chu coldly glanced at Fan Jian, his thick brows furrowed, revealing a killing intent, and whispered, "Kill them, leave none alive."

Qin Yu's eyes flashed with determination, and he agreed.

Don't listen to Fan Jian's sweet talk; these people, who are neither civilians nor bandits, came in the middle of the night with no good intentions from the start. Now, the little junior brother has killed their Third Young Master, and the enmity is too deep to be resolved.

Since they are enemies, there can be no mercy.

Bao Chu suddenly shouted, stepped forward, and extended his steel fork, aiming at the four knife and halberd wielders.

He had seen Qin Yu entangled with the opponents for a long time, so he directly targeted the two knife wielders.

The two halberd wielders on either side tried to block the steel fork.

Since the leader had not given the order, they did not dare to start a fight, so they only slightly resisted.

Just as the fork and halberds were about to touch, Bao Chu grunted, turned his hands, and the fork, which was almost vertical to the ground, became horizontal.

Rip! Two slight scraping sounds, and the three-pronged fork had pierced into the crescent blades of the halberds.

"Open!" Bao Chu suddenly burst with strength, lifting the two halberds.

The two men were caught off guard, and with a shock to their tiger mouths, the halberds flew into the air.

Bao Chu's strength far exceeded Qin Yu's, and even if they had put in their full effort, they might not have been able to withstand the fork, let alone in such a hasty situation.

At this moment, a sharp black spear tip, with a faint light, flew toward them.

"Ah!" A loud scream, and a red mark appeared on the chest of the man on the left, quickly spreading across his chest.

Clang! A crisp sound, the long knife wielder blocked the spear, and just as he was relieved, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. When he opened his eyes, Qin Yu had already withdrawn his spear and coldly said, "What are you looking at?"

At this moment, the man on the right, who had lost his halberd, was slowly falling, with two obvious fork marks on his throat.

The three of the four knife and halberd wielders were killed by the combined attack of the master and disciple.

The only remaining guest was making hoarse sounds, his double knives like snow, wrapping around his head and brain, and jumping and cutting wildly, not touching Bao Chu or Qin Yu, but cutting down several of his own companions.

This guy was scared out of his mind!

Fan Jian's eyes turned red, daring scoundrels, how dare you sneak attack me, the master?

"Guests, for me..."

Before he could finish, a bald black short arrow shot toward him, hitting him right between the eyebrows.

Fan Jian's eyes widened, and before he could finish his sentence, he fell backward, still not closing his eyes in death.

Qin Yu saw the bald black arrow and lightly shook his head, "Little junior brother's Black Arrow Crossbow is getting more accurate."

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