A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"My benefactor... something's wrong, something's really wrong!"

Wang Bo stumbled and burst through the door of the rented room.

He had always looked honest and simple, but now his face was pale and his eyes were panicked, making him look like a mouse being chased by a cat.

Feng Yu slept soundly, and most of the fatigue from the past few days of travel dissipated during this short rest.

He slowly sat up, rubbed his temples, and looked past Wang Bo out the window.

The vegetable market in the evening was no longer as bustling as it was during the day. A few scattered vendors were busy packing up their stalls, and leftover vegetable scraps from their bamboo baskets were scattered all over the ground, leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths on the wet ground.

Three stray dogs huddled together in a corner, oblivious to their surroundings, making unsightly noises.

When the wind blows, the smells of fish, rotten vegetables, and dust hit you, which is the most authentic atmosphere of Hong Kong's grassroots markets.

The vegetable vendors quickly put away their parasols, since very few people would come to buy vegetables at this time.

As for the butcher shops, they were swept clean by purchasing staff from major restaurants at three or four in the morning, leaving not even a bloody bone behind.

These days, most private residents in Hong Kong prefer to buy groceries at supermarkets like Wellcome and ParknShop, where the environment is clean and prices are clearly marked. Who would want to haggle over prices at a dirty and chaotic wet market?
"What's the panic?" Feng Yuxiu yawned, his voice hoarse from just waking up. "In Hong Kong these days, it's common to see a few gangsters wandering the streets. What's the big deal?"

He wasn't exaggerating at all.

"This isn't your average gangster, my benefactor!"

Wang Bo was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He went to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the curtain, and pointed outside. "They're with the Hong Kong police, checking people everywhere! And I saw it clearly, they only check people from other places, they don't even ask the locals a question. It's obvious they're looking for some specific person!"

These words instantly dispelled the sleepiness on Feng Yuxiu's face.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction Wang Bo pointed. Sure enough, he saw several gangsters wearing floral shirts and with strange hairstyles following behind the police, questioning pedestrians one by one on the roadside, and taking notes in a notebook.

He stared thoughtfully at the group of people, and after a few seconds, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

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"boom!"

A dull thud echoed from the dilapidated corner of Yau Ma Tei. Weng Haisheng released his grip, and the gang member who had been so arrogant just moments before collapsed limply to the ground, his neck twisted at an eerie angle, already lifeless.

A faint smell of blood permeated the alley. Weng Haisheng frowned and bent down to pick up the vegetables scattered on the ground.

He had just bought these vegetables from the market, but before he could even bring them home, this inconsiderate thing stopped him.

He picked up the vegetables one by one, dusted them off, and carefully put them back into the plastic bag, moving slowly as if he had just stepped on an ant rather than killed a person.

"They found me so quickly?" he murmured. "But it's no wonder, Hong Kong is such a small place, there's no way to hide someone."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned sinister, and he kicked the trash can next to him.

"The martial arts world these days is full of cowards! I killed a few of you scumbags, and the people in your sects don't even have the guts to seek revenge? Damn it, did all the chivalry of the martial arts world a few years ago go to waste?"

Weng Haisheng climbed his way up from the bottom of society step by step.

He was bullied as a child and exploited by his master's sect as an adult. The reason he has achieved his current skills and status is all thanks to two words: ruthlessness.

No matter who it is, if they make him even slightly unhappy, he will do everything in his power to kill them, and he will never let that unpleasant feeling linger until the next day.

It was precisely because of this ruthless disregard for consequences that he developed an exceptionally open-minded attitude, allowing him to focus intently on martial arts practice and make rapid progress.

In his view, the martial arts world should be a place where the strong prey on the weak, and those who talk about benevolence and morality and are restrained are all hypocrites.

After killing the man, Weng Haisheng dusted himself off and slowly strolled back to his rented room.

As soon as I stepped into the alley, I felt several strange gazes falling on me.

He looked up and saw the landlord leading several tenants standing not far away, whispering to each other, their eyes occasionally glancing towards his rented room with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Weng Haisheng withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, his steps unwavering as he walked up the steps of the rented house along the muddy stone path in the alley.

The wooden door was pushed open and then slammed shut.

"You're finally back!"

A voice trembling with sobs immediately rang out, and Shen Xue rushed out of the inner room.

She cautiously opened the door a crack, quickly peeked out to make sure no one was following, then slammed the door shut. She turned and stared intently at Weng Haisheng, who was walking toward the kitchen, her chest heaving with rapid breathing.

"Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!" Shen Xue's voice trembled. "Since this morning, people have been registering information everywhere. Several groups have already come. I've been too scared to open the door!"

Weng Haisheng walked to the stove, picked up an enamel mug, poured himself a glass of cold water, drank it all in one gulp, and then slowly sat down, asking calmly, "Didn't they say what to register? Why register?"

"Register people from other places only!"

Shen Xue leaned closer and lowered her voice, "You and I are both from out of town, so this couldn't be kept a secret anyway. But they've been coming too often. The landlord was even called over by the tenants just now. I guess someone suspects us."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but peek out through the crack in the door again.

The tenants outside were still gathered around the landlord, chattering and pointing at their rental house from time to time, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

"Let's get out of here, we've definitely been discovered!"

Shen Xue turned around, anxiously grabbing Weng Haisheng's arm. "I've seen this kind of thing many times when I worked at the massage parlor. They're clearly targeting us! Apart from the people you killed, there haven't been any other major events in Hong Kong lately. If they don't investigate us, who will they investigate?"

Weng Haisheng's face instantly turned gloomy. He abruptly shook off Shen Xue's hand and sneered, "A bunch of cowards! I told you there wasn't a single good man in the martial arts world these days, and I was right! The fact that they've gone to such lengths to find me only proves that I was right. This martial arts world should have been cleaned up long ago!"

"But we live in the age of firearms!"

Shen Xue was somewhat terrified, her voice pleading, "So what if you awaken the martial arts world with slaughter? They have guns and batons, they're no match for us! Let's go, let's find a place to hide!"

Weng Haisheng suddenly turned his head and stared fiercely at Shen Xue. The fierce light in his eyes made Shen Xue take a step back.

"You said you'd support me!" His voice was firm and unyielding. "Now you want to back down over such a small matter?"

Shen Xue sighed heavily, her eyes filled with helplessness.

The Weng Haisheng she knew wasn't like this before.

Although he was ruthless back then, he still had some sense of propriety. But ever since Feng Yuxiu wiped out Wang Haisheng's entire family, he has completely changed, becoming more and more sinister and extreme.

In Weng Haisheng's eyes, Feng Yuxiu is his idol.

That martial arts giant who was bullied by his sect for ten years, and finally ended all the humiliation with his own hands.

He firmly believed that only by being as ruthless as Feng Yuxiu could one gain a foothold in this corrupt martial arts world.

His purpose in coming to Hong Kong this time was partly to awaken the passion of the martial arts world and to punish those scoundrels in his eyes.

On the other hand, they also wanted to lure Feng Yuxiu out through the killings so that he could see his idol in person.

In his view, martial arts practitioners today treat martial arts as a tool for making money. They either use their skills to amass wealth, abuse their fame, or use martial arts to commit crimes, which has long violated the essence of martial arts.

This kind of martial arts world must be cleaned up by him.

“But Hong Kong is only so big, they’ll find us sooner or later.” Shen Xue’s voice trailed off, filled with a deep sense of helplessness. “We can’t just sit here and wait to die, can we?”

Weng Haisheng's lips curled into a disdainful sneer, his eyes filled with certainty: "Although I don't understand these forces in Hong Kong, I understand human nature. So what if a few people were killed? Hong Kong is so big, it's not up to any one person or force to decide. They can't cause any big waves."

He paused, then said with even greater certainty, "Just watch, we'll be fine."

That's what he said, but Weng Haisheng knew in his heart that staying here was too risky.

That evening, he packed a few simple belongings and went to the neighboring city.

Although Hong Kong is not large, it would be impossible to accurately find two people in a vast sea of ​​people, especially in this era of sparse surveillance and underdeveloped information, without taking at least ten days or half a month.

He firmly believed that as long as he continued to kill those scoundrels in the martial arts world, his idol would eventually notice him and come out to meet him.

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As night fell, the wind in Hong Kong gradually cooled down, carrying the fresh scent of grass from the countryside.

The moon in the sky seemed exceptionally bright in this era, its gentle light bathing the entire street.

At that time, Hong Kong was not yet the brightly lit city it would become later. Only a few bustling areas were lit up, and most places, like the mainland, were plunged into darkness as soon as it got dark.

Hong Kong is mountainous. From a distance, the rolling hills look like giant beasts, lying quietly in the night, exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The main gate of Heyi Gate was tightly closed, and the lanterns at the entrance had long been extinguished, making it appear exceptionally desolate.

Xiahou Wu hasn't been back for the past few days. Several cases of martial arts practitioners being murdered have occurred, putting immense pressure on the police. Lu Xuanxin had already invited him to the police station to help with the cases.

In order to solve the case as soon as possible, the police also invited several senior martial arts practitioners from the Foshan Martial Arts Association. It is said that these people are familiar with any school of martial arts and know countless martial arts practitioners.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Shan Ying lay on the bed in agony, her fair cheeks pressed tightly against the pillow, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and her brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Her buttocks were covered with a layer of brown medicine, which was a liniment bought from a century-old pharmacy in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong has preserved many authentic traditional things, and this century-old pharmacy is one of them.

The medicines here are all made according to ancient methods, and their effects are genuinely good, unlike some merchants in the inland areas who constantly cut corners on the formula in order to make money, leaving only an empty shell in the end.

Shan Ying originally thought that with the help of this century-old shop's liniment, her injury would heal quickly.

But to her utter surprise, even the most potent liniment had no effect on the deep nerve pain in her buttocks.

The pain felt like countless tiny needles pricking her nerves constantly, making her restless and unable to sit or stand still.

She has barely slept well these past few days; every time she falls asleep, she is awakened by intense pain after only a few hours.

Over time, her mental state deteriorated, and she even contemplated suicide.

This daily torment was gradually eroding her last bit of willpower.

Shan Ying gritted her teeth and used all her strength to get out of bed.

Her leg was limping, and every step she took pulled at the pain in her hip, making her gasp involuntarily.

She walked shakily to the table, picked up the longsword on it, and drew it.

The longsword gleamed coldly in the dim light of the tungsten lamp, reflecting off her pale and desperate face.

Dan Ying slowly raised her longsword and pressed the cold blade against her neck.

This torture is so painful, it's worse than death.

She had never experienced such inhuman suffering in her entire life.

What she found even more unbearable than the physical pain was the psychological humiliation.

She was a young woman, deeply influenced by traditional ideas, and the injury to her buttocks made her feel ashamed to live any longer.

Go to the hospital for a check-up?
She didn't even dare to think about it; if she did, her reputation would be completely ruined.

The cold touch of the metal instantly sent shivers down her spine. Just as she closed her eyes, preparing to exert force, a soft sound suddenly rang out.

The door was pushed open.

Dan Ying suddenly opened her eyes, her body tensed instantly, her hand gripping the longsword tightened, she turned and pointed towards the door, her eyes filled with vigilance and despair.

But when she saw that the person standing at the door was Feng Yuxiu, her right hand holding the long sword suddenly went limp, and the long sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She was only wearing underwear, and her wheat-colored skin stood out under the light.

But she couldn't care less about any of that. She just stared blankly at Feng Yuxiu, her eyes filled with complex emotions: surprise, anger, grievance, and a hint of expectation that she herself didn't even realize.

Feng Yuxiu stared at her expressionlessly, then turned and gently closed the door, shutting out the night outside.

Then, he walked step by step to the bedside and sat down.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on Shan Ying standing in the middle of the room, his tone calm and without a trace of emotion: "Does it hurt?"

There was none of the previous harshness, ruthlessness, insults, or accusations.

He spoke those two words slowly and softly, as if he were asking a wounded friend.

But those two simple words made Shan Ying tremble uncontrollably all over.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word.

She walked shakily to Feng Yuxiu, her hands clasped together nervously, her head bowed low, her long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyelids.

She had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Feng Yuxiu again.

She would angrily pick up her longsword and kill him with all her might to avenge herself.

All that anger, dissatisfaction, and resentment vanished without a trace at that moment.

Instead, she felt a complex emotion that she couldn't quite explain, which started from the soles of her feet and spread upwards, accompanied by a slightly itchy sensation.

"You came……"

This was the first time in Shan Ying's life that she had spoken in such a soft, gentle tone, her voice barely audible.

Feng Yuxiu looked at her like this and suddenly smiled slightly.

He lifted his bottom, moved to the left side of the bed, stretched out his right hand, and gently patted the edge of the bed beside him, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible gentleness: "Come and sit down."

Dan Ying's cheeks flushed instantly, and even her earlobes turned as red as if they had been scalded with boiling water.

She could feel a surge of heat flowing through her entire body, and her previously intensely painful buttocks miraculously lost all sensation at that moment.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally slowly moved to the edge of the bed and carefully sat down.

But as soon as she sat down, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her, making her cry out and try to stand up abruptly.

Before she could finish her shout, a pair of warm, rough hands suddenly touched her buttocks.

"Don't move." Feng Yuxiu's voice rang out again, carrying a strange magic that froze her body in place.

Dan Ying's body instinctively wanted to resist, but the scene from last night suddenly flashed through her mind.

Because of her subconscious resistance, Feng Yuxiu turned and left, leaving her alone to suffer in pain.

This time, she really didn't dare to resist anymore.

What's even stranger is that she no longer felt the deep-seated resistance she had last night.

The pain seemed to lessen considerably as the man's hands caressed her buttocks, replaced by a strange sensation.

This feeling made her want to laugh, and a strange sense of joy welled up inside her.

In ancient times, this feeling would probably be romantically described as being haunted by love beans.

But in modern medical terms, this is a classic case of Stockholm syndrome, which is basically a case of someone who has been abused for a long time developing a dependence on their abuser.

Of course, there is also a more colloquial way to describe Feng Yuxiu's current behavior.

Dog training.

Moreover, judging from Shan Ying's obedient appearance now, she has clearly been disciplined and is completely submissive. (End of Chapter)