Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 124 Boss Li
Spiritual communication techniques originated from sorcerers.

As early as the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were alchemists serving as officials in the court, in charge of criminal justice.

The practice of practicing powerful boxing originated from the strongmen of ancient times.

The Gongyang Commentary on the Sixth Year of Duke Xuan states: "Qi Miming, the right-hand man of Zhao Dun's chariot, was a strongman of the state."

The Records of the Grand Historian also records that Zhang Liang invited a strongman to assassinate Qin Shi Huang together.

With the rise of religions, Taoism and Buddhism gave these two major categories of practitioners various other names, but all of them remained true to the same principle.

No matter how many names are changed, the characteristics of cultivation remain the same two.

However, there is actually a third type of cultivation in this world, which is the internal energy lineage that evolved from Qi cultivators.

Internal strength training is highly versatile, and at the same level, it offers more profound and ingenious techniques than boxing methods that focus on internal strength training.

The internal energy is channeled into techniques, which are more swift to execute than spells or talismans.

However, the significant flaws in internal strength are too great to ignore.

Once one has mastered a minor level of spiritual magic, one can capture souls and exorcise ghosts, cast spells from afar, leave talismans to protect the home, and dispel illusions and drive away evil.

Those who have achieved minor mastery of internal skills can only demonstrate extraordinary lightness abilities; they are incapable of anything else.

Those who achieve even a minor level of mastery in martial arts will have their bodies permanently strengthened. Even if they faint, their self-healing abilities, absorption of medicine, and other aspects will surpass those of ordinary people.

If a person who practices internal energy exhausts their internal strength or falls into a coma and is unaware of how to circulate their energy, then they are no different from an ordinary patient.

In short, the internal martial arts lineage has experienced ups and downs throughout history, and in modern times it has been in a low point.

Very few people will attempt to specialize in internal cultivation from the moment they awaken to enlightenment.

Most of them are martial arts practitioners who practice internal strength, but find themselves stuck in a bottleneck on this path and unable to make any further progress, so they consider switching to internal strength training.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu had heard of internal energy cultivation.

But in all his years, he had never truly encountered a master of internal energy cultivation.

If Boss Li really does practice internal energy cultivation...

Chu Tianshu's dissatisfaction with the few who slipped through the net was mixed with a greater sense of eagerness.

Yao Liben didn't have a photo of Li Laoda, but he carefully described his appearance and physique, managing to create a rough sketch.

After Chu Tianshu and the others read it, they drove to Guangling.

The vehicle with prisoners was at the very front.

Qi Lianyong drove, and Chu Tianshu sat in the passenger seat, opening his phone and chatting for a while.

The surrounding scenery gradually became unfamiliar, as Chu Tianshu left the towns and counties he had known since childhood.

He then put away his phone and looked out the window at the scenery.

Qi Lianyong seemed to know the roads very well, and with the help of navigation, he deliberately chose to take the back roads.

The roads between the city and the suburbs, which are not as large as highways, are easier to clear snow on.

The road is often just a narrow strip cleared in the middle for vehicles to pass through, with dirty and white snow piled up on both sides.

The shop signs along the roadside were all different colors, with traces of snowflakes on the edges. Nearby residents still came to shop, so it wasn't too deserted.

Chu Tianshu got bored after watching for a while, so he closed his eyes to rest and lightly drew four vertical and five horizontal lines in his left palm with his right hand, silently cultivating his mental power.

They knew the shortcut was easier, and so did everyone else. They still encountered several traffic jams along the way, and by the time they finally managed to find a way around, it was already night.

People who practice martial arts have plenty of energy, so Qi Lianyong didn't waste any time and continued driving under the moonlight.

A thin moon shines through the falling snow, and the world is tinged with white.

After slowly driving over a stretch of icy road, Qi Lianyong perked up and lightly patted the steering wheel.

We've arrived in Guangling!

Chu Tianshu also opened his eyes and looked ahead.

Guangling City is right next to Hailing.

However, Guangling's reputation far surpasses that of Hailing.

The true meaning of the ancient melody Guangling San is a guqin piece that spread and circulated in the Guangling region.

Moreover, Guangling, also known as Yangzhou, is the place where the Yangtze River and the Grand Canal meet.

The mottled history, the poems, legends, and imperial rumors about this place have endured for thousands of years, adding even more splendor to the place.

"We traveled from southeast to northwest..."

Looking at the snowy scenery ahead, Chu Tianshu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the card in his pocket.

"Truly, with ten thousand strings of cash around his waist, he rides a crane to Yangzhou!"

Qi Lianyong asked in surprise, "Isn't it going down to Yangzhou?"

Chu Tianshu said, "Any direction is fine."

Once you get here, the time is ripe.

Chu Tianshu and his companion got out of the car and called Yao Liben out. As planned, they had Yao Liben and his group start making phone calls to set up the trap.

Yao Liben's acting was indeed very lifelike; even though he was just making a phone call, he acted out the physical movements very convincingly.

They said they paid for several vans themselves to expedite the transport. On the way, they encountered a former buyer whose car seemed to be following them. They tried to shake him off several times, but he would always catch up with them again soon after…

After finishing the long phone call, Yao Liben was holding his phone, and sweat was actually on his forehead.

"He agreed and said he would go to the old campus cultural center."

When Yao Liben analyzed the situation, he always said that Li Laoda was just making things mysterious.

But when he actually devised a plan to deceive Boss Li, he still felt a lot of pressure.

It is evident that Boss Li's methods, and the image derived from his strength in tomb raiding, were indeed effective.

Over time, through constant exposure and influence, this becomes a deterrent to those under one's command, regardless of their loyalty.

Unfortunately, even Boss Li couldn't have imagined that he would have a "talented" subordinate who, after reviewing his tomb raiding assignments, would go back and find out the relevant laws to determine his punishment.

"In that case, you can drive from now on."

Chu Tianshu scrutinized Yao Liben for a moment, then opened the back door of the car, took off his trench coat, put on a prisoner's jacket, and donned a baseball cap.

He also took out a black mask from a pack on the truck and put it on his face.

The two men from the Golden Knife Martial Arts School also changed into the clothes and attire of two prisoners and were responsible for driving the car behind.

"Then I'll have to squeeze in with these three prisoners for a while."

As Qi Lianyong spoke, he placed his hand on the car door and looked into the distance.

There were snowplows clearing snow on that road overnight, and people were spreading de-icing agents.

A cold wind blew snowflakes, which flew past under the streetlights.

The desolate landscape evokes a sense of profound loneliness and isolation in people who gaze upon it for a long time.

"With ten thousand strings of cash around my waist, I rode a crane down to Yangzhou, but alas, the weather is like this."

Qi Lianyong patted the car door and said something to Chu Tianshu before getting into the back seat.

"Once the snow melts, I'll treat you to a tour of all the scenic spots in Guangling."

Chu Tianshu chuckled behind his mask and got into the passenger seat. Back in the 1950s, Golden Knife Martial Arts School was just a martial arts school.

Aside from the owner's family, there were only a dozen or so apprentices.

By the 1980s, the owner's reputation had grown, and he hired several more masters and apprentices.

Even with the expansion of the martial arts school, and the fact that everyone only enters the school during the daytime, it still feels very crowded.

At that time, people from Guangling City took the initiative to approach them and proposed to build a school.

They combined urban planning with the approval of a large plot of land of over 700 acres, which led to the later establishment of the renowned Golden Knife Martial Arts School in the entire Jianghuai region.

The old campus, or rather the old martial arts school, was later taken over by the city and converted into a cultural center to promote the Jianghuai martial arts culture.

In the 1980s and 90s, many elderly people exercised there, and it was quite lively for a while.

In recent years, Guangling has been urbanized at a faster pace, with new residential communities and parks being built everywhere.

The cultural center here has been forgotten in the urban-rural fringe, isolated outside the town.

The large house on the south side, with its blue bricks and wooden pillars, has been replaced and repaired with concrete. The main gate is locked, and there are two rows of weapon racks in front of the house, displaying handicrafts of the eighteen kinds of weapons.

Dozens of meters behind the house, a three-story concrete building was built. The two thick glass doors were locked, and only the doorman's room on the side had a light on.

The surrounding area is all paved with cement, and the only road leading to the town is also a cement road.

Amidst the thick snow, there were only a few bicycle tracks.

Headlights lit up in the distance, and three vans drove up one after another.

An old man wrapped in a cotton-padded coat walked out of the gatehouse. He had a thin face, wore reading glasses, and held an umbrella in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

"Was this person introduced by Xiao Li?"

Yao Liben got out of the car first, revealing his entire face in the moonlight. He pretended to be nervous, looked around, and then walked forward.

"Don't ask so many questions. The goods have arrived. Where should we put them first?"

The old man squinted, as if his eyesight was too poor. Even with reading glasses, he couldn't quite see Yao Liben's expression. He casually pointed to the three-story building.

"Put it there."

Chu Tianshu also got out of the car and glanced around.

There was only this old man in the gatehouse a moment ago; now it's empty.

When I came here, I didn't see any other car tracks, so it seems that Boss Li hasn't arrived yet.

Just as Chu Tianshu was thinking this, he suddenly felt as if someone had glanced at him.

He suddenly turned his head and vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure peeking out from the corner of the large house to the south.

Chu Tianshu's heart stirred, and he placed a hand on Yao Liben's shoulder, muttering a few words.

Yao Liben was genuinely nervous this time. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder and realized that a tiny silver needle had pierced his acupoint.

Chu Tianshu was wearing a mask, only her clear eyes seemed to be smiling as she glanced at him before turning and leaving.

Yao Liben stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, and could only cooperate by saying loudly, "There must be a toilet over here, just ask."

"It's so cold outside, why do you have to go somewhere else to pee!"

Chu Tianshu's footsteps seemed perfectly natural amidst these words, and he unknowingly approached the large house.

His ears trembled slightly in the fine snow as he heard footsteps moving in front of the house.

puff!
The snowflakes beneath Chu Tianshu's feet suddenly burst open, and in a single step, he darted from the left rear of the house to the left front.

A groove was left in the snow, with snowflakes flying all around behind it.

In front of the house stood a man wearing a white down jacket and white trousers.

He pulled the hood of his down jacket over his head and clasped his hands in front of him, looking like a snowman.

But the face beneath the white hat was a dark yellow, with thin cheeks, thin lips, and a short mustache.

The two met face to face in the instant the snowflakes were flying.

Chu Tianshu immediately recognized that this person was Boss Li.

Boss Li also realized in an instant that this person was not one of his subordinates at all.

hum! !

The air jolted suddenly.

Chu Tianshu moved his body and palm, using his right palm as the vanguard. He took a half-side bow stance and thrust his palm into the opponent's chest.

Among the Shaolin boxing techniques, this move, "Arhat Strikes the Bell," has the purest power!
With a single impact, all the joints in the body press together tightly, so no matter what is hit, the impact force can instantly pass through the joints and disperse away at the fastest speed.

Therefore, when using this move as a starting gesture, one is most unrestrained and starts the fastest.

Upon hearing this, even the air seemed to buzz from the sudden push of his palm, and Li Laoda's expression changed drastically.

The man in white with a yellow face was like a rabbit startled by thunder; he quickly pulled his feet back up, but stretched his arms outward.

Boom! ! !
Both sleeves of the down jacket were completely torn.

Rags, down feathers, and snowflakes mingled together in mid-air, indistinguishable from each other.

Li Laoda's figure was like a sharp arrow shot out from this fragmented and indistinguishable landscape.

It actually flew straight up to a distance of forty meters.

The force of Chu Tianshu's palm strike should have been applied to the opponent's bones; even if the remaining force sent the person flying, it would only be five or six meters at most.

But the moment he hit his opponent, he felt like he was hitting a sepak takraw ball.

I don't know what kind of strange vine it is, but it's much stronger and tougher than a football, yet lighter.

A person who practices internal strength can wield it like a ball, but it's impossible for them to become that light.

Is this what they call light-footed kung fu?

Chu Tianshu's eyelids widened with excitement. In just two large steps, his body flashed across the snow like a blur, and he caught up with Boss Li.

The snowflakes were startled up by the airflow!
The snow, like a long rope curtain, rose rapidly from the starting point, causing snow dust to rise along the entire route.

As soon as Boss Li landed, he saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

Behind the dark figure, a large spray of cold, white snowflakes was shooting into the sky.

Where did this top-tier master of internal energy come from?!

And he still chased after me and beat me up!

Li Laoda was extremely alarmed. His hands tensed up, and he exerted all his strength. In an instant, a dark blue color appeared on his eyelids and lips.

Chu Tianshu's hand reached out again.

It was still a single hand, but the five fingers were spread wide, and the knuckles were curved but not quite.

This time it wasn't a push, it was a grab and a slam!

It doesn't matter if it's freezing cold.

When Chu Tianshu arrived in Guangling, the first attraction he wanted to see was this guy who seemed to be a master of internal energy.

"Use more of your internal energy, let me see!!"

(End of this chapter)