Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 34: The backbone, flourishing

Once the agreement was made, the leader of Wu Village seemed to be more cheerful.

During the evening's singing and dancing party, no one on either side mentioned anything about the Caiyun Flute. They just relaxed and enjoyed themselves.

The passionate dancing beside the bonfire and the loud singing of men and women lit up half the night sky.

Chu Tianshu was only concerned with eating, chewing each grilled fish one by one, one boneless and one boneless, changing the way he ate it and also changing the taste.

There were some young girls in the village. Seeing that he was the youngest among them and had a calm and elegant temperament, they wanted to invite him to dance with them.

But once he started eating, others would see how he ate and wonder if he was too hungry, and would be too embarrassed to disturb him.

When Wutugu saw the way he ate, he was even happier and sat down next to him with a jar of wine in his arms.

"Good man, I can't say for the other two levels, but in the level I participate in, you will definitely compete with me."

Wutugu also grabbed a piece of grilled fish that was slightly longer than an adult's palm and chewed it in two bites. He said with a click of his tongue, "The three passes left by our ancestors are also used as a performance every year during the New Year."

"But at those times, no one from outside came to compete with me. Those in the village were not as good as me. I was tired of competing."

Chu Tianshu grinded his back teeth, crushing the fish bones, and said with a smile: "So, tomorrow we will have a competition. You better not get too drunk. If you lose tomorrow, blame it on not being sober."

Wutugu glared at him and said, "You are so arrogant. However, it won't be my turn tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's first level is called the Mainstay, and it should be Zeva's responsibility."

Chu Tianshu pondered, "The Pillar of the Stream, judging by the name, does it mean we have to stand in a place like a river or a waterfall and let it hit us, to see who can hold on the longest?"

"Hahaha, it's not just like that. They should be preparing. I'll take you to see it."

Wutugu placed his palms on the table and stood up like a house.

If Chu Tianshu stood up, his head could only barely reach his chest. He was not used to being too close, so he waited a few steps before catching up.

The two of them walked around the foot of the mountain and reached the halfway point on the other side.

This place is not far from the village. There are no tall bamboo trees, only some tree roots that are difficult to dig out, and large areas of grassland.

A river about five or six meters wide flows down from the top of the mountain. The water looks clear and you can see the rocks at the bottom of the river.

Uzewa is making preparations here with a group of people.

They brought a large number of green bamboos from far away, cut them into three or four feet long, made notches in the bamboo joints, poured some gravel and soil into them, and then blocked the notches with wooden blocks.

Normally, bamboo would float on the water, but with the presence of soil and rocks, it would float up and down when entering the water.

That is to say, if it is carefully laid flat, it can float on the water.

But if you use a little force or the direction is a little off, it may temporarily sink underwater and drift downstream until it reaches the foot of the mountain, and it may not surface again.

Uzewa and his team were trying repeatedly to control the amount of soil and rocks to be filled.

The river flows very fast.

Chu Tianshu looked at the floating bamboos, which gradually accelerated after entering the water and finally shot down the mountain like crossbow arrows. He was slightly shocked.

"This is……"

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

“This is the first level.”

"Ten thousand arrows flow down the river, and the brave stand firm in the midst of it!"

The leader of the Wu village brought a large group of people to the river, briefly explained the three-level competition to be held, and then introduced it loudly.

"Zeva, let's show our guests the power of the first level first."

Uzewa ordered the people around him to tie several sacks filled with soil and gravel with long ropes around their necks and throw them into the river.

Apart from its fast flow, the river is not very deep.

After a few sacks were thrown into the water, some of them were still exposed above the water, just like a fat man standing in the water.

Someone lowered a dozen bamboos upstream, and as the river speeded up, they floated up and down, drifting faster and faster.

At first, everyone could clearly see the scene of the bamboos falling into the water. But when it got to the closest ten or so meters, it was almost impossible to see how many bamboos were coming.

Puff! Puff puff puff!!!
The tip of the bamboo was deeply embedded in the sack, and sewage was spreading from the broken hole.

Everyone immediately pulled the ropes and pulled several sacks onto the shore.

The bamboos were stuck in the sack, about half a foot deep. It made people think about what it would be like if these bamboos were stuck in people's bodies, and it made people feel cold.

Chu Tianshu had already seen it last night, and was still indifferent at this moment.

Old Yu couldn't help but look cautious, and whispered: "Those on the surface are easy to deal with, but those bamboos coming out from underwater are very dangerous!"

After spending some time together on the road, Chu Tianshu already knew that Lao Yu's real name was Yu Zhi. In his early years, he was a wandering swordsman with some fame.

But his right arm was broken, and now it is actually a prosthetic limb carved out of wood.

There is a knife hidden in the prosthesis, and the wooden palm is the handle. When necessary, he holds the "right hand" with his left hand and directly draws a knife from the "right arm". His killing method is fierce and should not be underestimated.

But after all, his body was unbalanced, and this kind of underwater fighting was extremely disadvantageous for him.

Xiao Huo is a gunman named Huo Ming. He was born into a military family. When he was studying at the Military Academy, he became talented in boxing and performed well in the examination. Only then did he become the bodyguard of Cai Shanjun. His gun shooting skills are still improving and are quite impressive.

When he was best equipped, he had eight good guns hidden on his body and a suitcase beside him full of magazines. But now, only the two guns in the gun pouches under his left and right ribs were still full of bullets.

Facing the challenge of becoming the backbone of the society, fine lines appeared between his brows and he pursed his lips without speaking.

"When this level begins, 300 bamboos like this will be lowered from upstream in batches. The challenger must stand on the riverbed in front of us and make sure they don't get stabbed from beginning to end."

"But this is only a requirement for a normal year-end performance. Now we have to compete with others. If neither of us is injured, it's hard to say who is better. Therefore, we have to add one more requirement."

The leader of the Wu village pointed his arm downstream and continued the introduction.

"We have spread a large five-layer hemp rope net downstream, with increasingly fine mesh to catch the bamboo rushing down from upstream."

"The attackers are unarmed, relying only on their bare hands and feet. They have to break or snap the bamboo without getting hurt. People downstream will then harvest the bamboo, identify the good and the bad, and calculate how much the attackers have managed to snatch."

Chu Tianshu's eyes moved. He hadn't heard of this yesterday.

It is more difficult to break the bamboo on the water surface than on the shore.

With one blow, the bamboo shook and the force was dissipated by the water flow.

If you want to hit the underwater bamboos, you need to let your fist penetrate the flowing water first, and the loss involved is considerable.

The tribesmen had seen these performances during the New Year in the past and didn't think it was surprising at first. But when they heard that a new rule had been added, they started talking about it and the crowd became crowded, with many people trying to squeeze to the front row.

Some people couldn't squeeze through, so they simply walked to the sides of the crowd, spread out along the river banks upstream and downstream, looking forward to it.

Wu Zewa walked up to Cai Shanjun and bowed, saying, "My benefactor, I admire you, but these three levels will be conducted under the witness of the Cave Goddess and the ancestors. I will definitely do my best."

Cai Shanjun simply said, "It's only natural to try your best. The bamboo is indeed dangerous, so you should be careful."

Uzewa raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile: "Okay!"

He turned around, took off his shirt, trousers and shoes, walked towards the water, untied the hemp rope wrapped around his forearms, and threw it on the shore.

As soon as the man's bare feet touched the stones, the clear waves kept washing over the hairs on his calves.

When Uzewa reached the middle of the river, the water level reached his chest, and the river water actually splashed white water on his chest.

This makes it easier to see how fast the river flows!
Wu Zewa took a deep breath, tiptoed a few times, then steadied himself, raised his arms and shouted upstream: "Release!" Groups of green bamboos from upstream came into the water.

On the shimmering water, the green color appeared and disappeared, getting faster and faster.

Even though they were opponents, Chu Tianshu and others were a little nervous about the people in the river.

The tribesmen on the shore became even quieter and more focused, without making any sound, for fear of disturbing Uzewa.

Wow! !

Uzewa's arm suddenly plunged into the water.

White waves rushed forward, splashing around his body with crisp sounds.

He kept pulling out and breaking the bamboo.

Even broken bamboo pieces were bounced onto the shore among the waves, and those who got too close had to avoid them.

Chu Tianshu flipped his palm and covered his cheek with his fingernails, brushing off a bamboo stick. His eyes were focused and he didn't give an inch.

He could see that Uzewa's hands were not in the form of fists to fight the bamboos, but were clenched into a snake fist shape.

When this gesture is used to penetrate the water, bubbles burst rapidly, and even a whistling sound like a bamboo whistle being blown underwater can be produced.

For Uzewa, the resistance of the flowing water was not as strong as he had imagined.

His arms sometimes swung like a poisonous snake, and sometimes pierced the water like a water bird hunting.

I'm afraid this set of boxing techniques can only be practiced in water to bring out its charm.

After a while, no more bamboos floated over from upstream.

In addition to the intact bamboos downstream, there are also a large number of bamboo strips spread on the water surface.

The tribesmen responsible for fishing downstream began to collect the nets and count them.

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "One hundred and forty-four!"

After a while, the tribesmen over there called out their count, and after excluding the intact ones, there were indeed 144 broken bamboos.

The three hundred floating arrow bamboos seemed to be less than half broken, but they still made Chu Tianshu feel a lot of pressure.

This river is at least of a certain width. The bamboos that were not broken were not because Uzewa could not break them, but because he did not have the chance to touch them.

A person's arm span is only so wide. If you are busy breaking this part of the bamboo, you will definitely not be able to stop the bamboo on the other side of the river.

Uzewa walked to the shore, his hands were red, and he quickly picked up the hemp rope and tied his arms tightly. He seemed to be used to this kind of training.

The leader of the Wu village was also happy that he had mastered such a skill, and asked Cai Shanjun, "Who will come from your side?"

Chu Tianshu was about to leave when Zhong Jinqiu took a step forward: "Let me do it."

Chu Tianshu was surprised and said, "Uncle Zhong, your hand is not fully healed yet."

Zhong Jinqiu touched a dried radish and puffed his cheeks twice: "Have you forgotten what I practice?"

Chu Tianshu's eyes moved and he looked at Cai Shanjun.

Cai Shanjun just smiled: "Can my understanding of you over the past few days be compared to your own understanding?"

Chu Tianshu patted Zhong Jinqiu on the shoulder and said, "Then let Uncle Zhong go and try. You have to take it easy."

Zhong Jinqiu chewed on dried radish and walked silently towards the water. He did not take off his clothes or pants, but just folded his sleeves over his arms a few times.

The villagers of Wujiazhai were puzzled to see him go into the water in this state. Someone kindly called out to him to be careful, saying that his clothes weighed a thousand pounds when he went into the water and it was no joke.

Then a layer of clothes and pants cannot protect against bamboo, and it will only do harm and no good.

Zhong Jinqiu glanced at those people, smiled faintly, and shouted upstream: "Let them go!"

The leader of the Wu village repeated it in a loud voice, and the people on the shore immediately stopped talking.

As soon as the bamboo upstream came into the water, Zhong Jinqiu spread his feet on the spot, turned slightly, and started punching in the water.

In the first posture, the left and right lazy clothes are tied, and the hands are pushed out to pull the single whip. In the posture of lifting hands and looking into the sky, the white crane spreads its wings and flies into the sky.

Step forward and strike first with a palm strike to the face, then strike the chest with a banlan chuckle. Press forward as if to seal and close, then pull yourself away, embrace the tiger, and push the mountain...

Zhong Jinqiu's movements were slow, his limbs stretched out, his body moved up and down, and his head even sank below the water surface from time to time. Everyone was confused and worried about him.

Suddenly, a touch of green was beside him.

The floating bamboo was as fast as an arrow, but it was swept away by his palm and spread out on the water surface. It drifted to the side and blocked the two bamboos behind it, making a popping sound.

A large number of bamboos were shot at continuously, and the sound of banging and popping was heard continuously.

Batches of bamboos rushed to the side, intertwined with each other, and moved with the momentum, actually forming a circle around Zhong Jinqiu.

Once the circle was formed, everyone could see that the water level around Zhong Jinqiu seemed to be slightly lower than other places.

When he was boxing, his figure moved back and forth, and actually created a whirlpool in the river.

The Cloud Hand Fist protects the whole body, and even by shaking the legs and feet underwater, one can push away the bamboo.

The second batch of bamboos had also been shot and hit that circle of bamboos, but it only increased the number of bamboos.

Zhong Jinqiu did not try to break the flow of water or chase the bamboo.

He just went with the flow, and with his hands he pressed the rotating belt, driving the bamboos. The vortex became more obvious, and the momentum from upstream reached here, just pushing the heavy bamboo vortex to continue rotating.

A large number of bamboos rotate and rub against each other, making a loud rustling sound.

"Thus, use emptiness to control reality, use softness to overcome hardness, and use slowness to defeat speed..."

Zhong Jinqiu's waist and abdomen shook, he chanted aloud, walked the Yin-Yang steps in the water, and used the cloud technique with his fists.

All the bamboos that floated on the water were lightly patted away by his palms.

The gap in the bamboo that was blocked with a wooden block suddenly broke open, and a crack went straight through the gap from head to tail, breaking the bamboo into two pieces, with mud and rocks falling down.

When the clear water from upstream rushes here, it encounters a green whirlpool, and the river water turns from clear to turbid.

In the vortex, there is a boxer in blue, his boxing skills are getting smoother and smoother, and everything goes smoothly.

After a long time, at least four or five times the time it took Uzewa, the bamboo was still spinning in this section of the river.

Zhong Jinqiu suddenly jumped and stepped on the crowded bamboo slips on the water surface. He actually used the momentum to jump onto the shore.

The whirlpool in the water immediately deformed and collapsed rapidly, and a pile of bamboo splinters rushed downstream.

Zhong Jinqiu turned around slowly, white steam coming out of his forehead. Even though he was soaked, one could still see that he was sweating profusely, with his hands folded.

"Cloud Hands takes advantage of the situation and becomes prosperous."

"And it becomes Tai Chi!"

The people on the shore were silent for a moment.

Chu Tianshu could no longer hide his smile. He raised his left hand, raised his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and said loudly.

"Uncle Zhong succeeded, three hundred!"

(End of this chapter)