Originally, the fleeing teenager turned back like a ferocious beast.

Shi Shuifang drew his scimitar from his waist, let out a strange cry, and rushed forward.

On the distant hillside, heads were bobbing as the Yan family's guests and the Li family's tenants gathered, the people in the front row looking at the scene with a slight daze, beginning to understand that something was wrong.

Recalling the miserable state of Wu Cheng being knocked to the ground earlier, someone whispered, "It's a trap." Others said, "This young man is overconfident."

"Master Shi's saber technique is exquisite, how could he know?"

Amidst the murmurs, Yan Tiehe, Li Ruoyao, and others all turned their gazes towards the Cixin Monk, still asking, "What is the style of this young man's kung fu?" This was because Cixin was the only one who had exchanged blows with the teenager. The monk's eyes were fixed below, his expression slightly tense, but he said, "He took my palm, he shouldn't be so relaxed." Everyone nodded in agreement.

In the distance, under the setting sun, Shi Shuifang's Miao saber slashed out fiercely, accompanied by an eerie cry. Yan Yunzhi also watched the power of this strike, a chill rising in her heart.

She had fought Shi Shuifang earlier, lasting until the eleventh move before his scimitar was placed against her neck. At that time, it was still considered a martial arts sparring, and Shi Shuifang hadn't used his full strength. Now, under the setting sun, he was facing the teenager with a saber slash, the blade light treacherous and fierce, terrifying to the soul. The strange cry from his mouth also had its origins, often imitated by fierce men from the Miao and Western Regions, mimicking the long howls of mountain demons and ghosts, the tone eerie. As the move was executed, it served to boost his own power and intimidate the enemy. If he had used such a move during their earlier sparring, she would have found it extremely difficult to withstand.

In the weeds and rocks below, the teenager's figure rushing towards Shi Shuifang showed no signs of slowing down or dodging. The two figures suddenly crossed, and there was a loud bang in the air, stirring up countless grass stems, dirt, and gravel. Shi Shuifang let out a long howl, his scimitar waving like lightning, his body retreating rapidly, then shifting to the side. The teenager's figure was like a maggot attached to a bone, charging within Shi Shuifang's blade light.

Because they were far away, the people above couldn't see the details of the two men's moves. However, Shi Shuifang's figure moved extremely quickly, his cries between strikes almost hysterical. How fierce was the waving blade light? No one knew what weapon the teenager held, but at this moment, it was pressing down on Shi Shuifang head-on. Most of Shi Shuifang's strikes missed, only cutting the surrounding weeds into the air. Once, the scimitar seemed to hit the teenager's hand, but it was only knocked back with a "clang".

"What style does this young man practice?"

"What weapon is he using?"

Amidst the murmurs, Yan Yunzhi stared wide-eyed at everything below. The Tan Gong Sword she practiced was an assassination sword, where sight was most important, but at this moment, the two figures charged and sank in the sea of grass, and she ultimately couldn't see what the teenager held. But her uncle, Yan Tiehe, looked closely and spoke at this moment.

"It looks like a stone," he said. "Perhaps he picked it up casually."

"...Using a palm-sized stone...to block a blade?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Yan Tiehe said, "I can't see clearly at this distance, perhaps there are other methods." The others nodded in agreement.

In this short moment of conversation, the battle below continued non-stop. Shi Shuifang was forced to retreat backwards and sideways by the teenager's fierce attacks, his body rolling into the long grass, disappearing for a moment. As the teenager lunged in, a pool of blade light shot up into the sky, almost cutting open an astonishing arc in the dense grass. The great power, speed, and fierceness of the Miao saber, combined with the sky of grass stems being cut open, were fully revealed. If they had seen this strike on the training ground, everyone present would probably have stood up and sincerely admired it. Whoever this strike landed on would probably be cut in half.

But in the next moment, Shi Shuifang's figure rolled out of the grass in a sorry state, and the teenager's figure followed closely. Before he could land, the teenager had already grabbed his collar and pushed him backwards.

Shi Shuifang let out a strange cry, blood spurting from his mouth. His right hand wielded the Miao saber in a series of strikes, but his body was dragged around madly, until at some point, his clothes were torn apart, and he seemed to have taken a punch to the head, before he fell to the side.

"Get lost—who are you—" The people on the hillside heard his hysterical roar.

"...Your father." The teenager below replied, and charged over.

Shi Shuifang turned to dodge, diving into the nearby grass. The teenager continued to follow, and at this moment, two flashes of blade light rose up. Shi Shuifang lunged out with a "wa-" sound, his headscarf disheveled, his clothes tattered, revealing hideous tattoos on his exposed body. But a scimitar had appeared in his left hand, the two Miao sabers slashing together, like two invincible whirlpools, about to stir towards the charging teenager!

The people on the hillside held their breaths. Among the Li family, only a few knew that Shi Shuifang still had a killer move. Now that this move was used, the teenager, unable to dodge, would be swallowed up and chopped into mincemeat.

However, the blade light collided with the teenager. The frenzied slashing of his right hand was suddenly knocked away. Shi Shuifang's footsteps were originally lunging, but the moment the blade light was knocked away, his body didn't know how much force it received from a punch, and his entire body shook in the air, followed by a series of punches to his face.

Shi Shuifang staggered backwards, the swords in his left and right hands still chopping with inertia. The teenager's body seemed to shrink to an inch, and the distance suddenly shortened. Shi Shuifang's back bulged, and blood spurted from his mouth. This punch was likely to have hit his abdomen or heart.

Shi Shuifang retreated again, and the teenager advanced again, his body directly hitting Shi Shuifang, sending him flying. The two figures crossed a distance of more than two zhang together, and crashed violently into a large rock. The large rock fell backwards, and Shi Shuifang, who was caught in the middle, knelt limply on the ground like mud.

No one knew what kind of force caused it, but Shi Shuifang knelt on the ground, his whole body covered in blood. But his head actually moved, and he looked up at the teenager, not knowing what he was saying. Under the setting sun, the teenager standing in front of him raised his fist, and with a whoosh, a punch fell towards his face.

On the hillside, almost no one spoke for a moment.

Shi Shuifang's previous double saber counterattack was enough to amaze them, but the teenager's three attacks that followed really suffocated everyone. Every punch that the teenager landed on Shi Shuifang was like a great water buffalo charging at full force. Especially the third Iron Mountain Lean, which knocked Shi Shuifang two zhang away, crashing into a rock, probably shattering his entire skeleton along with his internal organs.

Among the various schools and sects of the Jianghu, there were not a few methods of exerting force fiercely. For example, the Cixin Monk's Arhat Bowl and the Li family's White Ape Tongbi also had ultimate moves like "Rubbing Clouds to Strike the Sky" to exert great force, but the reason why ultimate moves were ultimate moves was that they were not easy to use. But just now, after Shi Shuifang's double saber counterattack, the teenager's output in the attack was like overturning mountains and seas, directly beating Shi Shuifang to death.

Everyone now saw that the teenager hadn't accepted the Cixin Monk's attack earlier, and had only beaten Wu Cheng, but that was considered to be restraining himself from killing and holding back. After all, although Wu Cheng was on his last breath, he hadn't died as tragically as Shi Shuifang.

On the other side of the sky, the setting sun was about to set. On the wasteland and rock beach below the hillside, Shi Shuifang was lying in the rubble, unable to climb up again. Some Li family disciples who were trying to cross the rugged rocks and grass to rescue him had also stopped in shock.

The unknown teenager stood in the mess of rubble and broken grass, raised his head, and looked towards the hillside.

Li Ruoyao, leaning on his crutches, said, "Master Cixin, why is this thug seeking revenge on Wu Cheng? Please tell us the truth about what he said earlier."

Everyone was now frightened and understood that this matter was very serious.

The Cixin Monk opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally showed a complicated and helpless expression, raising his palm and saying, "Amitabha, it's not that this monk doesn't want to say it, but...those words are really unbelievable. This monk is afraid that he heard it wrong himself, and saying it would only make people laugh."

"Tell us anyway," Li Ruoyao said.

"What this monk heard was that the teenager said...to kick your stool, it seems that Steward Wu kicked his stool, so he came up the mountain seeking revenge..."

Everyone was now serious, and after hearing this, they turned their serious faces to the Cixin Monk, and then seriously turned their heads, thinking about the stool in their hearts.

They looked down the mountain, still waiting for the teenager over there to make any further moves, but in that rubble, the teenager seemed to put his hands on his hips, and then put them down again. No one knew why, he didn't say anything, and just turned around and walked away.

Logically speaking, according to the rules of the greenwoods, whether it was seeking revenge or finding fault, people would leave a word, witnessing this scene, everyone was a little confused. But at this moment, no one dared to question or persuade the other party to draw a line. After all, Shi Shuifang was beaten to death after reporting his name. Maybe this teenager was a madman. If you didn't report your name and kicked his stool, you would be beaten to within an inch of your life. If you reported your name, you would be beaten to death on the spot. Of course, no one would say such absurd speculation at the moment.

Li Ruoyao's gaze swept over everyone. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, one word at a time: "Today, a strong enemy attacked. Order all the tenants to enter the village and observe curfew. Distribute weapons, fishing nets, bows, and crossbows to the sons of each family, and stand ready for the enemy! In addition, send someone to notify Magistrate Huang to immediately mobilize the local militia and yamen runners to guard against Jiangyang bandits! Also, stewards, go and collect the body of Master Shi first, and then investigate everything related to Steward Wu recently, especially who he kicked the stool of. Give me all the ins and outs of this matter, and investigate it clearly—"

The sunlight fell, and everyone now felt the evening wind blowing on the hillside. Li Ruoyao's voice echoed in the air. Yan Yunzhi looked in the direction where the battle had just taken place, her heart pounding. Was this the appearance of a true Jianghu master? Her father was probably not able to reach such skill...She looked towards Yan Tiehe's side, only to see that her second uncle was also looking at that side thoughtfully, perhaps also thinking about this matter. If only she could figure out who that person was...

...

"...A real man...doesn't change his name or his surname. I am...I am...I am...Jiangning Long Aotian...um, this young master is Jiangning Long Aotian...is also..."

Soft, hesitant voice.

As the Li family began to clean up the aftermath, investigate the cause, and organize a response, Ning Ji was walking in the nearby forest, rehearsing his future in a low voice. For some reason, he felt that it was not ideal.

The plan to seek revenge on Li Family's Wubao had not been very detailed, but in general, Ning Ji did not intend to kill people directly. Firstly, his father and elder brothers, as well as various elders in the army, had all talked about this matter. Killing people was certainly a way to end everything and enjoy revenge, but if it really caused public outrage, the subsequent troubles would be endless. Secondly, regarding the Li family, although many people were accomplices to evil deeds, it would be too tiring to kill them all. Steward Wu and Xu Dong and his wife probably deserved their sins and could die, but he still had no intention of attacking others.

Therefore, when the Cixin Monk rushed over with his hands raised and full of loopholes, Ning Ji ultimately did not really beat him up.

Who knew that he would encounter that villain named Shi Shuifang.

Of course, Ning Ji did not know this person. When Ba Dao Sheng, Fang La, started the rebellion, he had a very difficult time after the failure. The family members who stayed in Lanhuan Dong had encountered some evil deeds because of this. Shi Shuifang robbed and killed people in the Miao area in those years, and a family of old, weak, women, and children had once fallen into his hands. He thought that Ba Dao had plundered a lot of wealth while rebelling outside, so he tortured and killed this family after questioning them. This matter was once recorded in Aunt Gua's "killing people to pay for their lives and repaying debts" notebook. Ning Ji had practiced martial arts with her since he was a child, and after seeing the notebook, he had also asked about it, so he remembered it in his heart.

This Shi Shuifang could not be considered a big villain in the notebook, because the biggest villain in the notebook was first the fat man Lin Echan, then his accomplice Wang Nanduo, and then some court hawks such as Tie Tianying. Shi Shuifang was ranked at the back where he was hard to find, but since he had encountered him, he would of course take him down casually.

When he beat Wu Cheng half to death, the anger in his heart could still be restrained. By the time he killed Shi Shuifang, his emotions had become serious. After the fight, he originally wanted to leave a word, after all, this was a good time to make the name of Long Aotian famous, but by that time, after watching monkey shows all afternoon, the words that came to his mouth suddenly became embarrassing for some reason. He put his hands on his hips, and immediately put them down again. It would be very stupid to put his hands on his hips and say it at this time. He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked away dejectedly.

The inner thoughts at the moment will never be told to anyone in this lifetime.

Of course, there are still opportunities.

Now that he has killed Wu Cheng, next, he can enter the city and take down Li Xiaoqing and Xu Dong, these two couples. At that time, he will beat them half to death, and use their blood to write the six characters "The killer is Long Aotian" on the wall, so he doesn't have to pretend to shout it out from his mouth. He writes the character Long very well, but unfortunately the character Ao is almost...

After doing this, he will go all the way to Jiangning to see what the old home in his parents' mouths has become now, the house where his parents lived, Aunt Yunzhu and Aunt Jin's stilt houses by the river, and the place where Grandpa Lao Qin played chess by the river. Because his parents often said that he might still be able to find it...

At this time, the sun had already set, and the night enveloped the world. He was thinking about these things, and his mood was relaxed. He didn't stop his hands for a moment. He took out the disguise equipment and began to change his appearance.

At the same time, the scholars Fan Heng and Chen Junsheng, who had once traveled together, had parted ways and left the realm of Tongshan.

Wang Xiuniang, with a bruised nose and swollen face, served her father, who had woken up, medicine in the inn of Tangjiaji. She went out with a normal expression, and then hid in a corner of the inn and secretly cried. In the past two months, this ordinary girl had once approached happiness. But at this moment, everyone had left, leaving only her and her father, who was likely to be disabled for the rest of his life. Her future, even the dim starlight, had been extinguished...

No one knew that in the prison of Tongshan County Yamen, Lu Wenke had already endured the first beating of the "show of force stick."

His buttocks and thighs were beaten into a bloody mess, but the yamen runners did not let him go. They hung him on the rack, waiting for Xu Dong to come over at night to "prepare" his second round.

"Injustice! Is there still justice?!"

He never saw the county magistrate from beginning to end. Therefore, when the yamen runners left the torture chamber, he shouted on the rack.

"I am—a scholar from Hongzhou—Lu Wenke! My father is the Hongzhou prefect's staff—you can't catch me—"

He shouted and cried like this.

He did not believe that the world had become so dark.

...

The night was already dark.

After a while, the county magistrate came.