Chapter 53

The night passed quietly, just like that.

The next day, when Yang Shouwen woke up, he found his voice was hoarse.

Last night, they had talked until the story of the three strikes against the White Bone Spirit. Watching the two little girls become increasingly energetic, Yang Shouwen could hardly hold on any longer.

It took great effort to finally get the two little girls to sleep. He returned to the meditation room and fell asleep until dawn.

But he didn't expect that after the sky brightened, it started to drizzle at Hu Gu Mountain...

The entire Hu Gu Mountain seemed to be enveloped in a misty white fog, making the distant mountains feel even more unreal.

Yang's family had already burned incense for the Maitreya Buddha early in the morning and then began their daily chores.

Song's family, on the other hand, came to the meditation room to take care of Yang Qingnu. Seeing that although Yang Qingnu was still somewhat listless, she was much better than yesterday, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and seemed less tense than the previous day.

Yang Shouwen sat on the meditation bed, staring blankly at the oil paper package in front of him.

He reached out, wanting to open the oil paper package, but as soon as his hand touched it, he pulled it back.

A voice echoed in his mind: Open it, open it!

But Yang Shouwen had a gut feeling: once this oil paper package was opened, there would inevitably be a storm of blood and rain.

So far, many people had died because of this oil paper package. This included the fake Liaozi who had once lived here, the assassin Liaozi killed by Yang Shouwen, the monk Jue Ming from the Little Maitreya Temple, and the assassins who were killed in the attack on the county office. Altogether, there were seven or eight lives. A small oil paper package, yet it was stained with so much blood. Yang Shouwen wouldn't naively think that the contents of this oil paper package were trivial.

But the more he thought about it, the more curious he became.

What secret did the thing he had gone through so much trouble to find hide?

Why did so many people risk their lives for it... The thing inside must be very important.

Curiosity made Yang Shouwen feel as if his heart was being clawed. He raised his hand, put it down, and raised it again.

After several attempts, Yang Shouwen finally made up his mind and placed his hand on the oil paper package. He took a deep breath and was about to open it when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Niang!" came the voice of Youniang from outside the door. "Mother has prepared breakfast. Do you want to eat?"

"Sure, I'll eat!"

Yang Shouwen quickly replied and then exhaled a deep breath.

He carefully wrapped the oil paper package in a piece of cloth and put it in his leather bag.

This thing might be a Pandora's box. If opened, who knows what storm of blood and rain it would bring.

It would be best to wait for his father to come and open it together.

Yang Shouwen was very worried that the secret hidden inside would bring him disaster.

After putting the thing away and tying it to his waist, Yang Shouwen put on a white robe and walked out of the meditation room.

The rain continued to drizzle.

The square outside the Great Hero Hall was soaked by the rain.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Shouwen sat on the threshold of the Great Hero Hall.

On the square, Yang Molili was happily playing with a pair of laundry mallets.

Although the rain was a bit heavy, it did not affect his mood at all. The mallets flew up and down, making a whistling sound, and were occasionally accompanied by Yang Molili's shouts.

Yang Shouwen watched for a while and suddenly became interested.

"Molili!"

"Yang Molili!"

"Sir, what's up?"

Yang Molili stopped his mallets, his body drenched and looking a bit disheveled. But he was clearly very happy and came to Yang Shouwen with a silly smile.

"Want to spar?"

"Sure."

Yang Molili answered straightforwardly, but after speaking, he showed a look of difficulty and said softly, "Sir, Yang Molili is very strong. Will I hurt you?"

Oh, my temper!

Yang Shouwen had only wanted to play, but Yang Molili's words instantly sparked his spirit.

"Yang Molili, I want you to know, I have never lost a fight in my life.

I want to see just how strong you are... Just so you know, if you lose, don't go crying."

Yang Molili's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Whoever cries is a Bodhi."

"Woof woof woof woof..."

Yang Shouwen suddenly became excited and ran back to the room to get the Tiger Swallowing Great Spear.

"Ni, what are you doing?"

Song's family, who was just stepping out, saw Yang Shouwen carrying a spear out of the room and immediately became tense, quickly asking.

"Mother, I'm sparring with Yang Molili."

Before he finished speaking, a small head poked out from behind Song's family.

"Ni is going to fight with Molili!"

"Fight? I want to watch, I want to watch Big Brother and Molili fight."

The meditation room suddenly became lively. Yang Qingnu, who had just recovered a bit, and the eager little Youniang both cheered. Even Yang's family, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion and came out in confusion.

Yang Shouwen carried the spear to the square, while Song's family supported Yang Qingnu and sat with Youniang on the threshold of the Great Hero Hall. Bodhi, with four little dogs, barked excitedly on the side, also very excited.

"Sir, are we really going to fight?"

"Of course."

After standing still, Yang Shouwen held the spear in front of him.

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Molili suddenly rush to his side.

Yang Molili was tall and fat but very agile. He raised the mallets high and swung them down with a whoosh. The moment the mallets moved, Yang Shouwen could clearly feel the raindrops suddenly become more intense.

Frowning, he quickly raised his spear to meet the attack.

Clang!

The spear and mallet collided, and Yang Shouwen felt a huge force surge.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tiger Swallowing spear was made by a master and had great flexibility, Yang Molili's blow would have been enough to break it.

"Good mallet!"

Yang Shouwen's body slightly lowered, and then he suddenly pushed the spear outward, breaking Yang Molili's laundry mallet.

But before he could steady himself, Yang Molili's right mallet swept across with a whoosh.

Yang Shouwen quickly dodged, and the spear stood up again to block Yang Molili's iron mallet.

"Hit the head."

Yang Molili roared, and the laundry mallets spun like wheels, raining down on Yang Shouwen. Despite his excellent spear skills, Yang Shouwen could only awkwardly block the attacks, which were completely unstructured and impossible to dodge.

"Ni, be careful."

"Ni, cheer up, beat Yang Molili."

"Big Brother, cheer up, don't let Yang Molili beat you."

Although Yang's family didn't shout, her face showed tension.

Yang Shouwen desperately blocked, gradually noticing that Yang Molili's speed and strength were weakening, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Molili's previous round of attacks was indeed without any technique.

But his strength, combined with his speed, meant that after a dozen blows, few people could withstand it. Seeing that Yang Molili was starting to tire, Yang Shouwen was delighted and suddenly stepped back. The spear trembled, and the spear shadow transformed, ready to counterattack. But at that moment, Yang Molili suddenly took several steps back.

He panted, put the iron mallets on the ground.

"Yang Molili, what are you doing?"

"Sir, I'm tired, I need to rest."

Yang Shouwen felt as if he had been hit by a dog, stumbled, and stared at Yang Molili, unable to speak for a long time.

Youniang and Yang Qingnu, who were watching the fight, were first stunned by Yang Molili's answer, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. Youniang slid off the threshold to the ground, holding her stomach and laughing uncontrollably; while Qingnu was even more exaggerated, falling backward from the threshold and laughing loudly in the Great Hero Hall. Song's family and Yang's family couldn't help but smile.

"You're tired, you need to rest?"

Yang Molili nodded very seriously, "Yes, rest a bit, then we'll fight again."

"Then, did I just get hit for nothing?"

Yang Molili scratched his bald head, looking confused, and said, "Sir is already very strong. In Guguzhu, few people can withstand my previous attack. After a round, no one usually stands. Since Sir is still standing, it means Sir is very strong. So Yang Molili needs to rest and regain strength before fighting Sir again."

Originally, Yang Molili had a typical Turk hairstyle, with a shaved head and braids.

But after following Yang Chenglie to Changping, Yang Chenglie found his hairstyle unappealing and gave him a bald head.

Yang Shouwen didn't know what to say!

He gritted his teeth, hearing Youniang's laughter filled with schadenfreude, and roared angrily, "You say you won't fight, and on the battlefield, who cares if you're tired?

No more talk, watch the spear."

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