Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 272 Direct Flight to the Old Post Station

Under the bright sunshine, the purplish-red flowers on the trees, each the size of a large bowl, with dozens of soft petals, swayed gently in the breeze.

In a classroom at the Yizhou Military Academy, a student gazes out the window at the flowers, resting his chin on his hand in a daze.

Suddenly, the teacher rang the school bell outside.

The students who had been daydreaming snapped out of their daze and started organizing their textbooks, while the students who had been wandering around returned to their seats.

Ma Zhengwu walked into the classroom, dressed in a long black robe and wearing round-rimmed glasses.

Since becoming a teacher, he hasn't drunk as much as before, and his nose isn't as red as it used to be.

"Alright, class is in session."

He didn't like to waste time. He glanced around the classroom, and seeing that everyone was present, he got straight to the point.

"Today, we'll talk about the talisman for warding off weapons. Turn to page seventy-two of the book on talismans."

"Starting from this page, the next nine pages are all about the visualization steps for creating the talisman against weapons and the requirements for the materials used to draw the talisman..."

The class that Ma Zhengwu led was the Talisman Class, a rare group of students in the Martial Arts Academy who had opened their minds to the art of spiritual communication.

In military academies and even the army, people who develop their spiritual abilities through martial arts training far outnumber those who develop them through spiritual cultivation.

Martial arts practitioners have strong endurance and adaptability. Once the basics are taught well, they can be sent out to learn and practice on their own.

These spiritual mediums are currently required to study for at least four years, covering more subjects than those taught in martial arts, and the instruction is very detailed.

"The original meaning of '辟刀兵' is to avoid weapons."

Ma Zhengwu used chalk to write a large "辟" character on the blackboard, and then added a walking radical.

"Leaving aside the various gunpowder weapons of today, even in ancient times, sorcerers rarely put a talisman on themselves and stood still, letting themselves be slashed by swords."

"That's not called a weapon-repelling talisman; it should be called a golden bell protective talisman or something like that."

"So, the real purpose of this talisman is to detect whether there are any weapons, traps, or dangerous situations ahead, so that one can avoid them in advance..."

Ma Zhengwu's lectures are insightful and easy to understand.

The teaching materials he used were compiled by Principal Li Genyuan.

It can be said that the principal set a framework for them. As long as they have real talent and ability, they can fill in the content within this framework and follow the steps to achieve good teaching results.

The student sitting in the second-to-last row by the window, who already knew today's lesson by heart, was a little distracted.

"Student Zhu!"

Ma Zhengwu tapped the blackboard with chalk and said, "Come up here and replicate the drawing method I just demonstrated. Show me where to use continuous strokes and where to trace repeatedly."

The student went to the blackboard and drew it without any mistakes.

Ma Zhengwu nodded in agreement: "You learn things very quickly, but you also need to concentrate in class. I heard that you are young and have only been in the army for a short time, yet you have already had the opportunity to be promoted to the pistol captain by Governor Cai's side."

"But because Principal Li discovered that you have talent in magic in addition to martial arts, he wanted you to come and study here. Do you feel that this is a waste of your talents and that you miss the battlefield?"

The student stood ramrod straight: "Teacher, I love reading!"

"I was just thinking that the enemy on the other side of the border likes to make landmines using hard-shelled fruits from the rainforest and some stones."

"The army's detectors are almost ineffective against these traps, but the Blade-Repelling Talisman is effective."

"If we could simplify this spell and combine it with the original detection equipment, that would be great."

Ma Zhengwu pondered for a moment and said, "Talismans and instruments can easily interfere with each other, so we need to coordinate them well..."

The student exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher, you have a solution for this?"

"No."

Ma Zhengwu said ruthlessly, "I'm just an old-fashioned sorcerer. It's good enough if I can learn and teach the old-fashioned things well."

He smiled and said, "The new usage is something for you young people to figure out. Go back to your seats."

The student returned to his seat and subconsciously glanced again at the flowering tree outside.

Two or three petals were blown off the tree by the wind.

Under the tree, a young man with a sword at his waist and a bundle in his hand stood.

The person had jet-black hair, bright eyes, and was looking into the classroom, smiling casually.

The location of the podium makes it difficult to see the people under the flowering trees.

Ma Zhengwu spoke for quite a while longer, until the end of get out of class, when he saw the person as he left amidst the students' farewells.

"you!"

"When did you get back, you little brat?!"

Zhu opened the window and looked out. He saw the teacher's face, which showed both surprise and joy. He strode over to greet her.

Other students also noticed what was happening outside and gathered around the window, discussing it animatedly.

"Who is that?" "Is it someone from the Governor's Office again? No, I've never seen them before."

Zhu aligned the textbooks, placed them on the table, and tapped them: "The newspaper that came out yesterday had his picture on it. You guys don't recognize him?"

The student next to him had noticed that his deskmate often looked out the window during class, so he nudged him.

"The photo in the newspaper is completely black; who would recognize it? Then tell me, who is it?"

Zhu exclaimed excitedly, "That person... is a miracle doctor."

"An incredibly skilled healer!!"

The two people in the courtyard have already walked away.

Instead of going to the teachers' office, they turned onto a path lined with flowering trees outside the school, heading towards the sanatorium.

Chu Tianshu walked along the road, muttering to himself, "The longer I live, the more my horizons broaden. I think I've seen someone who resembles my grandfather's idol..."

Ma Zhengwu asked in surprise, "What?"

"It's nothing." Chu Tianshu chuckled. "I've done some quick calculations, and the student you called to the blackboard to solve the problem is incredibly determined, persistent, and talented."

Ma Zhengwu chuckled.

"Come on, I've heard so much about you these past few months, but I've never heard that you've learned divination techniques."

Ma Zhengwu rubbed his mustache with his knuckles and said, "But that student is indeed very good. He is very brave in battle, and after transferring to the school, his grades in all subjects quickly caught up to the top."

"He is especially good at organizing people. There are many people in the school who come from different hometowns and have different habits, but he gets along with them very well."

"In the future, they might all be lured away by him to study the combination of magic and military equipment."

Chu Tianshu smiled without saying a word. A person with such a firm will and tireless learning would still achieve something even if he wasn't on the verge of defeat on the battlefield.

Changes in external conditions will not bury them; they will only make them walk more steadily. Though the ancient classics are resilient, who could have known that there are so many heroes today, whose will surpasses even the strongest iron torrents!
"Hey, weren't you still in the capital yesterday?"

Ma Zhengwu's surprise cooled slightly as he finally remembered, "You rushed all the way from the capital overnight?"

Chu Tianshu chuckled: "Uncle Ma, there's something called an airplane."

Back in the Tang Dynasty, he ran back to Chang'an from Nanzhao, a harrowing journey that nearly made him want to throw the route map back at Hai Donglai's face, with the words "a rip-off" written on it.

However, in this world where airplanes already exist, and with Beijing largely under control, this is a situation that has already been addressed.

Chu Tianshu only changed flights once before returning to Kunming from the capital.

It's really comfortable not having to move your legs yourself.

Ma Zhengwu slapped his forehead: "I forgot about this."

Kunming is a city with mild summers and winters, a place that can be called the Spring City or the Flower City.

As Chu Tianshu and his companions walked along the road, they saw many flowering trees. When they finally arrived at the sanatorium, they were greeted by a garden.

The sanatorium's buildings are not particularly luxurious; in fact, they are rather old and mostly made of bamboo and wood.

However, it is well-designed, with good ventilation and air purification, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.

These flowers range from wildflowers as small as a fingernail with delicate petals to large, famous flowers as big as a palm, with deep purple and pinkish-white petals.

Chu Tianshu was familiar with many flowers that possessed medicinal properties, but upon arriving here, he realized at a glance that he might only recognize about a third of them.

Despite their diverse variety, the layout is well-organized and pleasing to the eye.

Many people who come here for recuperation like to bring a small bamboo chair and sit in the garden.

Chu Tianshu walked through most of the garden and arrived at a place where trees and flowers intertwined, where he saw a bench in front of him.

Old Yu sat on a bench, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and chewed on a thin, hollow bamboo stick, which he then used to reach into the teapot next to him.

Zhong Jinqiu was behind the bench, swinging his arms and whipping a large tree. His movements were gentle, and judging from his posture, he wasn't really exerting any force; he was just loosening his muscles.

"Uncle Zhong! Old Yu!"

Both of them turned to look, their expressions a mixture of surprise and delight.

Zhong Jingqiu just kept laughing, coughed twice, and didn't say anything.

Old Yu said, "Doctor Chu, why are you back so soon? There must be many important matters in the capital."

"Let them handle the rest of the important matters; I'm here to rest for a couple of days."

Chu Tianshu placed the bundle he was carrying on the bench, revealing the thick books inside.

"I'll bring you some martial arts manuals and help you treat your illnesses while I'm at it."

Last time I came to Kunming, I didn't have time to properly explore and appreciate the beautiful scenery. This time I can make up for it.

Besides, once we leave this world, who knows when we'll meet again?

Given the age of these old men, it's possible they'll never see each other again.

Chu Tianshu reached out and patted Lao Yu's shoulder.

He had already lost an arm, and after being shot in the shoulder years ago, that arm always trembled, making it difficult for him to even hold a teapot.

"I can still treat this. I'll give you a few acupuncture needles and then prescribe a medicine. I guarantee that in a few dozen days, your arm will be exactly the same as it was in its prime."

As soon as the silver needles pierced his flesh, Old Yu grimaced in pain and couldn't utter another word.

Chu Tianshu sat down on the bench, arms outstretched, legs crossed, looking extremely relaxed.

"Besides, I only managed to get two manuals from the Military Academy back then, but this time I'm going to read them all."

Ma Zhengwu laughed and said, "Are those things still of use to you?"

"Why is it no longer working?"

Chu Tianshu said seriously, "Maybe there's some inspiration in it. Besides, it can be read as a storybook."

The Nian Army sorcerer who escaped that day was eventually captured by Liu Yanqi.

Chu Tianshu was very interested in that family's secret manual. He even shaped hair into needles, feeling that he could modify it and use it himself.

Moreover, the hair regrowth solution they used was really effective.

This miraculous remedy for baldness will definitely find a market back in my hometown.

The Five Witches Cult has quite a few secret manuals, but most of them are evil arts. If they were posted on the Special Police Bureau's website, they probably wouldn't sell more than a few times.

The Military Academy is still the best.

A fresh set of tips! I'll have more income when I get back!

"Let's have some Kunming specialties tonight."

Chu Tianshu made a stretching sound and said, "This is the season when mushrooms are plentiful."

"Don't be too afraid of poisoning. Prepare it however you like it to be fresh and delicious. I'm very skilled, so indulge yourself a bit."

(End of this chapter)