Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 32: Stabbing the Saint

"Who never makes mistakes?" Shen Bao Niang walked up to the woman named Die'er, stretched out her slender hand and pulled out the silver needle.

Die'er screamed, but the pain suddenly subsided. She kowtowed hurriedly and shouted in a broken voice: "Thank you, shopkeeper! Thank you, shopkeeper!"

"Mrs. Shen Bao! You have violated the rules!" Aunt Hua said angrily, "I am in charge of punishment in Zuiyue Tower, and you are in charge of the management of the front building. I have the final say on how to deal with the maids who violated the rules!"

"If you really can't take in any guests, just carry her out, Aunt Hua."

Shen Baoniang turned her head to look at her, the tassels on her temples swaying slightly, and she could only hear her gentle voice saying:

"Why should a woman embarrass another woman? Aunt Hua, don't you have the same feelings as when you were young? Forgive her this time, and you are also forgiving yourself back then."

"you……"

Aunt Hua was very surprised. She really didn't expect her to say such words. Her thoughts couldn't help but be drawn to those dusty memories.

But it hurt her again. When she had syphilis and couldn't receive customers, her mother used scissors to cut off her damaged flesh. She held her palm tightly and cried, "Mom, it hurts so much, be gentler, be gentler."

But her mother became even more cruel and increased the force, causing her to pass out. She lay in the woodshed for a month and felt like she was going to die so many times. In the end, it was only because of God's mercy that she managed to survive.

Why should he suffer so much pain and let her forgive these women?
Aunt Hua's distracted eyes gradually turned sinister, and she said in a cold voice: "Then give Shopkeeper Shen some face, drag him out and bury him!"

"what!"

All the women in the yard trembled with fear at these words. Although Die'er was tortured beyond recognition, she was still alive!
"Auntie Hua!"

Shen Baoniang couldn't help but raise her voice, "You don't care about our lives, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"Consequences? Humph, I am too lazy to argue with you. I know you are a good talker, but the years I have spent practicing the Anxiang Jue were not in vain."

Aunt Hua said coldly: "Today I will teach you a lesson. In Zuiyue Tower, there is no shopkeeper who is the most important, only the rules are the most important.

Shen Baoniang, you have violated the rules and sympathized with the maid many times. Even though the atmosphere in Zuiyue Tower is lax and many people have done wrong things recklessly, you have defended them time and time again. Today, I will punish you as well!
Come, hold her, open your mouth, fifty!"

"Who dares!"

Shen Baoniang shouted, "I am the shopkeeper promoted by the Right Envoy himself!"

After hearing this shout, the strong men in the yard dared not step forward.

Aunt Hua sneered and said, "I am the teaching nanny appointed by the Left Emissary! Whoever makes a mistake will be punished together!
If no one dares to touch you, then I will come and teach you a lesson myself!"

After saying that, Aunt Hua jumped in front of Shen Baoniang and raised her hand high to slap her in the face.

"Snapped!"

A loud and crisp slapping sound was heard, and many women couldn't help but cover their eyes.

The air in the courtyard suddenly became quiet, and many people peeked, only to see Aunt Hua falling to the ground, covering her right cheek, with blood at the corner of her mouth and two teeth fallen to the ground.

"You...are Nucleolus?"

Aunt Hua, whose teeth were knocked out, covered her mouth and spoke with a stuttering voice.

Shen Bao Niang was startled, but found that suddenly there was a tall man standing in front of her, and the figure looked somewhat familiar.

"This young master...you..."

The person in front of me turned around and looked back. The young man's handsome face was covered with a faint smile, and his bright eyes were like water that could stir people's hearts. His calm temperament could soothe and comfort people just by standing there.

"Auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you don't even recognize me?"

Chen Beimo asked with a smile.

"Mo'er?"

Shen Baoniang was surprised for a moment, but then she became more and more afraid to recognize him.

It was because although his nephew a few months ago was handsome, he was far from having the bright eyebrows, white teeth, handsome face and slender body of the man in front of him. It was as if his little nephew, an umbrella maker, suddenly transformed into a noble and elegant young man.

"Exactly."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Auntie has suffered a lot. Today, I will come to take you away from this place of prostitution."

"How could you..."

Shen Bao Niang was just about to ask how it was possible that there was such a big change in just a few months. You know, when she saw Chen Beimo in front of the coffin, he was less than seven and a half feet tall, but now the person in front of her is already eight feet tall!
This is equivalent to a height of 1.7 meters. It suddenly grew to more than 1.8 meters in just a few months, which is really shocking.

But she immediately remembered that this was Zuiyue Tower, not a peaceful place. She said repeatedly: "Mo'er, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and leave! Don't get involved in what's happening here."

Chen Beimo smiled and held down his aunt's hand, "Don't worry, aunt, since Mo'er dared to come, he must be fully confident."

Shen Bao Niang was somewhat confused. Although she was in Zuiyue Tower, she had heard that her nephew had become famous recently. However, she was still a little worried and reminded him, "This is not a place where you can come and go freely just by having martial arts skills. Go home quickly. Auntie is fine."

Chen Beimo was about to reply, but suddenly looked towards the easternmost window of the four-story building.

"Whoosh~"

Three silver needles that were as fast as lightning and almost transparent and invisible shot out and attacked Chen Beimo, Shen Baoniang, and Die'er on the ground.

Chen Beimo simply waved his long sleeves, poured in some magical energy, and rolled the three silver needles back.

"Swish swish~"

Three silver needles were fixed on the door and window.

A beautiful young woman with long hair, wearing a wide-collared and chest-revealing dress and a long sash on her shoulders, jumped down from the fourth-story attic, like a fairy descending, without even having to use her internal energy to step into the air to dissipate the force.

This one move alone is enough to be ranked as the top light skill in the martial arts world.

"Who are you?"

The beautiful woman had a nonchalant look on her face, giving people a lazy yet extremely seductive feeling. Her lazy posture, the veil covering her half-exposed legs, her proud snow-capped peaks, and her slender waist, would make an ordinary young man's blood boil at a glance.

"Master Tingyu Pavilion."

Chen Beimo did not lose his momentum and only said four words.

At first glance, this cover does seem to have a certain origin, but people who are familiar with it will naturally feel stunned, such as Aunt Shen.

"What? How come the umbrella shop told it directly?" Shen Bao Niang felt helpless, but more of fear.

She said hastily, "Saint Lady, this is my nephew. He is still young and doesn't know the rules. I hope you will show mercy to him." As she said this, she was about to kneel down. In such a martial arts school, ordinary women like them, no matter how beautiful they are, are just commodities that can be used a little bit, and are not really considered human beings.

Chen Beimo grabbed Shen Baoniang and stopped her from kneeling. He just said, "Auntie, from now on no one can make you kneel."

"Oh? What a big tone! I have never seen such an arrogant boy in the Anxiang Sect."

The Holy Maiden of the Anxiang Sect casually raised her hand, and the incense bell hanging on her arm flew out and exploded in mid-air, splashing out dozens of iron particles. Each particle could penetrate into a person's flesh. If it hit the eyes, the person would immediately go blind and blood would splatter. It was an extremely vicious hidden weapon.

Chen Beimo sneered and flicked his sleeves, and the hidden weapons were also blown back. The saint's eyes flashed slightly, and the long belt on her shoulders was lifted up like a long sleeve dancing, sweeping away the faint fragrance.

But before she could react, Chen Beimo jumped up, turned his waist while in the air, took out the Bishuihan Sword, and his figure turned into a dozen sword shadows like a ghost. Before she could even react, he had already inserted the sword into the saint's lower abdomen.

"Saint!"

Aunt Hua cried out in fear, "Catch this beast quickly, or we will all die!"

The saint looked at the cold sword that pierced her lower abdomen with disbelief in her eyes. How could there be a sword in this world that even a top-notch master would not have time to react to!
"Hey...you..." The saint pointed at him and wanted to say something, but the bracelet on her wrist suddenly exploded, emitting more than a dozen iron particles, which was obviously another hidden weapon.

Chen Beimo simply drew out his sword and swung it to block the iron particles. The cold sword became sharper as it drank blood, and it became a sharp weapon in the palm of its owner. The sword was drawn without getting stained with blood, and the sword flower was rolled up to become a belt around the waist.

This saintly woman covered her wound, pressed acupoints to stop the pain, and retreated behind the crowd. Dozens of big men surrounded her in the yard but none of them dared to take action.

Shen Bao Niang couldn't believe her eyes. She knew that Uncle Wang must have passed on the family's skills to his disciples. She thought it was Li Changhuai, but now it seemed more like it was passed on to Chen Beimo, and it was obvious that the disciple was better than his master.

At his peak back then, Uncle Wang was only comparable to a top-notch master, but was far inferior to Chen Beimo who could kill with one sword.

Chen Beimo smiled and glanced at everyone, saying: "Anxiang Sect, the Saint?
Looks like there's a leader? And what about the left and right masters? Are they all coming to me to try their sword moves?"

"What are your origins?" the saint asked weakly, covering her wound.

"The descendant of Yuling Medicine Immortal, the Master of Tingyu Pavilion."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Can I take Shopkeeper Shen away?"

"Your Excellency is very powerful. I am no match for you. Please take me away.

But I, the Anxiang Pavilion, will never give up!"

The saint paused before she finished her words, because a gust of wind blew in front of her, and Chen Beimo, who was originally several feet away, suddenly teleported in front of her like a ghost, with one hand behind his back and the other hand pinching her slender neck.

The handsome face of the young man in front of her reflected in her eyes, but he said in an emotionless voice: "Is the Anxiang Sect going to be destroyed?"

The saint's breath was sucked away, and she couldn't move at all without any internal strength. The feeling of suffocation gradually rose to her brain, and she seemed to feel the breath of death.

"You... I, the Anxiang Sect, am affiliated with the eighth prince of the current dynasty and have the support of the masters of the Six Gods Division. Even if you are an immortal, what can you do in front of the Six Gods Division?" The saint girl continued to whisper in his ear without any fear of life or death.

Chen Beimo narrowed his bright eyes slightly, and was about to strangle the woman's neck with his palm, but he heard Shen Baoniang said urgently:
"Mo'er, please show mercy! The Saint has taken such good care of me, please don't kill people recklessly!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Beimo pushed forward with his right palm that was pinching the saint's neck, sending the saint flying several feet away.

He turned around and everyone retreated. No one dared to say a word. Even the toothless Aunt Hua was so scared that she hid behind everyone and dared not even breathe.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard from the backyard, and two men in tight clothes walked in.

"Who are you?" the leading man holding a fan asked coldly, "Why are you committing violence in broad daylight?"

"My lords, this man claims to be the master of Tingyu Pavilion and is causing trouble in Zuiyue Tower!" the saint girl said, covering her wound.

“Yun Ni, what happened? How could you be injured to such an extent?” The leading man was surprised, turned to look at Chen Beimo and said: “I am Zhu Wenhuan, the detective of the Rain God Department of the Six God Department!
Your Excellency is bullying others with his force, I want to learn a thing or two from him!"

"Brother Wen!"

Another man behind him said, "Yun Ni was seriously injured. You and I are not as strong as her."

Chen Beimo looked over and found that it was someone he knew, it was Qi Hong from that night.

"Brother Qi Hong, do you still remember me?"

Qi Hong was stunned when his name was called. How did this person know his name?

"A few months ago, when the plague was raging in the city, I still remember how Brother Qi Hong rode his horse through the streets to help South City." Chen Beimo said with a smile.

"It turned out to be you!" Qi Hong then remembered what happened that day and tried to reconcile them, "There may be some misunderstanding in this matter, Brother Wen, please don't get angry."

"Qi Hong, did you receive any benefits from him? Why are you speaking for him like this?" Zhu Wenhuan said angrily.

"No, Brother Wen, please listen to my explanation!"

Qi Hong's heart skipped a beat. He didn't say that because he had a good impression of this man. Rather, he secretly investigated the closed case of the Land Temple murder and found that the master of Tingyu Pavilion had a strong motive for committing the crime!

Most likely he was a strange person who knew some kind of evil magic, or even a cultivator. Moreover, the prefect directly closed the case and found a criminal to replace him. Most likely he had some secret dealings with the prefect. If he took direct action, he would not only get no benefits, but also offend the prefect.

He thought a lot, but Zhu Wenhuan didn't think so much. Seeing his confidante, whom he had a crush on, being hurt, would he still be a man if he didn't say anything?

Zhu Wenhuan picked up the fan in his hand and said coldly: "Please accept my challenge, sir! Once I unfold my Wanjian Guizong fan, I will draw blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up with the help of his inner strength, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a swish. He saw that there was a sharp silver sword in each fold of the oval top of the fan.

His movement was as fast as the wind, he rushed in front with a wooden fan in his hand, and swung the fan repeatedly to cut. The silver light reflected from the fan made people dazzled, and if they were not careful, they would be stabbed by the sword fan.

Chen Beimo was curious about the sword-fan weapon, so he restrained his strength and fought with him for more than ten breaths. They exchanged hundreds of moves. He was able to avoid the sharp blade of the sword-fan every time, as if the weapon was playing a trick on him.

This sword fan was indeed exquisite, and Zhu Wenhuan's strength was also top-notch among the second-rate upper-grade ones, but Chen Beimo was no longer an ordinary person. He could see through many flaws at a glance. He just found a flaw and kicked him out.

Qi Hong hurried forward to support Zhu Wenhuan, "Brother Wen, are you okay?"

“No problem.” Zhu Wenhuan was defeated, and he subsided. He stood up straight, stared at Chen Beimo and said, “I’m afraid you are not practicing the inner martial arts, right?

This strength is at least at the level of a first-rate master, but I have never seen such a young master of internal martial arts in the world."

"Is there any difference?" Chen Beimo asked back.

"Of course it's different!"

Qi Hong said for him: "The Six Gods Department is the pillar of the Great Jin Dynasty. It shocks the strange people in the martial arts world, and controls the six major martial arts sects. No matter if they are wandering knights, people in the martial arts world, hermits, or immortals, everyone in the Great Jin Dynasty must abide by the rules of the Six Gods Department!"

(August 14)

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