The First Marquis of Daxuan

Chapter 2: Fate cannot be changed, but I will change it

I once got stabbed in the knee, but the skin wasn't even broken. - A demon.

boom!
Su Mu felt like he had hit a train traveling at 300 kilometers per hour, and he was thrown out at a speed of over 70 miles per hour.

Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm or trying to shake a tree with an ant is overestimating one's own abilities.

Countless images flashed through Su Mu's mind, and in the end they only turned into these few idioms.

He knew that his short life was about to end. If he flew out at this speed, no matter where he hit, he would eventually turn into a puddle of mud.

"You killed me, but at least I stabbed you."

Su Mu laughed at himself in his heart and closed his eyes, ready to accept his own ending.

At this moment, Su Mu suddenly felt a breeze blowing past, and then a hand pressed on his back.

Snapped!
A gentle force came from that hand, which dissipated the huge force in his body.

Su Mu felt himself spinning in the air, and then landed gently on the ground.

His knees went weak and he fell to the ground. He felt pain all over his body and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

But compared to crashing into a puddle of mud, the current result is undoubtedly the best.

After surviving the disaster, Su Mu looked up with some surprise.

Not far in front of him, a figure that seemed a little small in front of the demon was standing there.

The man was wearing dark brocade clothes and had a long sword hanging from his waist.

On the back of the black brocade robe, which was obviously made of expensive material, was embroidered with the Chinese character "Ping" in a flamboyant style using silver silk thread.

While Su Mu was observing the man, he had already squatted, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the handle in his right hand.

boom!
A ball of mud and water exploded under his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow. The long sword at his waist had already been unsheathed, turning into a white mist, illuminating the night sky in front of Su Mu.

The man passed by the demon, turned in the air, and landed lightly on the roof of a distant house. He made a casual knife flower and put the knife back into the sheath.

Amid the crisp sound of the long sword being sheathed, a bloody mark appeared on the demon's neck, which quickly spread, and then the demon's head rolled off its body.

A column of blood shot up into the sky, and the monster's huge body fell to the ground.

Su Mu was shocked. Is this the warrior from this world?

Damn, that's so handsome!
The demon's corpse shrank to the size of a normal human at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was losing air.

This magical scene did not arouse Su Mu's interest at all, because the "Ping" flashed in front of him.

Just when Su Mu was hesitating whether to bow down and worship, he thought that even if he couldn't become the master, it would not be shameful to be a younger brother of a strong man. The other party suddenly spoke.

"In a critical moment, it is commendable that a mortal dares to draw a knife against the demons.

I have a sword technique here. If you can become famous within three years, you can come to me and I will promise you a bright future."

As he spoke, he threw a booklet into Su Mu's arms, turned around and walked away.

"Where should I go to find you?"

Su Mu said loudly subconsciously.

The man pointed at his chest and then his back without even turning his head. After a few steps, he disappeared.

"Too-Ping?"

Su Mu looked confused. What does that mean? You're a grown man, so what's wrong with being a little flat? Is it necessary to embroider this feature on your clothes?
There are Taiping men everywhere on the street, where can I find you?
Complaining in his heart, Su Mu looked down at the booklet in his arms. An ecstatic feeling instantly surged into his heart, even suppressing the pain in his body.

Before he could take a closer look, he heard the sound of messy footsteps.

The bailiffs and city guards arrived late.

Su Mu stuffed the booklet into his arms, covered his chest, and staggered to the side before being driven away.

The bodies of the demons were burned on the spot, and the bodies of the refugees who had died were also thrown into the fire.

The surviving refugees and beggars were all terrified and didn't know what to do.

Su Mu should have been one of them, but now, Su Mu's mentality is completely different.

Martial arts secrets!

The martial arts secret book that he had been longing for was lying quietly in his arms!

For others, it is impossible to become a master by relying on a secret book. After all, real kung fu, whether it is fists, feet, palms, fingers, or swords, guns, sticks and clubs, needs the guidance of a real practitioner. Otherwise, if you practice casually and fail, it is a small matter. But if you injure your muscles and bones, even a god cannot heal them.

But it’s different for Su Mu.

Can you believe he's cheating?
The city guards and city guards left after they had dealt with the bodies. They didn't care about the lives of the refugees and beggars. After a while of panic, the refugees and beggars dispersed and went to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Su Mu also returned to the ruined temple.

After everything calmed down, he endured the pain in his body and couldn't wait to take out the secret book in his arms and start to look through it.

"Your destiny is in your own hands. The words of the ancient sages are true."

Su Mu sighed in his heart, "If I hadn't slashed the demon with that knife today, that powerful man from 'Taiping' wouldn't have given me the sword technique out of appreciation for my courage.

If I had just sat there and waited for death, how could I have had this opportunity?"

God helps those who help themselves, which is the true portrayal of him today.

"That person said if I could become famous, he would give me a bright future."

Su Mu thought to himself and opened the booklet in front of him.

"Let's not talk about the future for now. If I can learn a sword technique, at least I can have more power to protect myself in this chaotic world of demons."

As the basic problem of survival has not been solved, he cannot even think about his future.

"If martial arts can really be improved--"

He suppressed the thoughts that were running through his mind and focused his attention on the book in front of him.

——The Fu Bo sword technique is like the tide and waves, continuous and endless. If one can practice it to perfection, one can develop the Fu Bo sword power.

There is a text description on the title page of the secret book.

Su Mu continued to flip through the pages thoughtfully. The second page was a painting. With just a few strokes, it outlined a person standing with a knife in his hand. The knife in his hand was guided by a dotted line with a winding trajectory. At the bottom, there was a line of small characters describing it as "The first move of Fu Bo Sword Technique, Fu Bo Breaking Waves".

Su Mu didn't rush to try it, but continued to flip through the pages.

The second move of Fu Bo Sword Technique is the Submerged Wave Attack.
The third move of Fubo Sword Technique is Overlapping Waves and Phantoms;
……

The twelfth move of the Fu Bo Sword Technique is the dancing of angry waves.

The thirteenth move of the Fu Bo sword technique is "Green Waves Return to One".

There are a total of thirteen sword techniques, and each style has several subsequent variations, such as oblique slashing, horizontal slashing, and forward chopping, etc., to deal with the opponent's different reactions.

After the time travel, Su Mu found that his memory was much better than before. After reading it over and over again, he had memorized all the moves of the Fu Bo Sword Technique.

After a sleepless night, Su Mu ran to the clinic early the next morning despite the pain. After a check-up, fortunately there was no real fracture, but only a minor bone crack.

He spent half of his fortune on buying several prescriptions of medicine, and spent a few more cents to have the medicine prepared at a clinic. After drinking it, he did not even bother to completely recover from his injuries, and impatiently took his long sword to an uninhabited place behind the ruined temple and began to practice according to the secret book.

The most common steel knife in Wuling City costs fifteen taels of silver, which is simply not something Su Mu can afford.

But a hatchet is also a knife, so it’s okay to use it for practice.

He gestured carefully and managed to complete the movements in the secret book.

I called out the panel and took a look, but the content on the panel remained unchanged.

Su Mu was somewhat unwilling and continued to practice the Fu Bo sword technique by imitating others.

He didn't know how to exert force, nor did he know if he was practicing correctly. He practiced for a long time in a daze, and felt that every move was so awkward, as if it was completely contrary to his usual movements.

"No wonder the guy at the pawn shop said it's impossible to become a master with just a secret book. The secret book only teaches you the moves. You can only understand how to exert force and how to use it if you are taught by an expert in person."

After practicing for a while, the pain in the broken bones became unbearable, so he had to stop practicing and sit on the ground to rest.

Su Mu habitually called up the panel again and was stunned.

He had seen that panel countless times, and he remembered every word on it clearly.

Now, the above content has quietly changed.

[Name: Su Mu]

[Identity: Woodcutter (Refugee)]

【Points: 15】

[Martial Arts: Fu Bo Sword Technique (Not yet started/+)]

After repeatedly confirming that it was not his hallucination, Su Mu finally smiled.

"If fate has made me a refugee, today, I will defy fate and change it!"

(End of this chapter)