Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 89 Bronze Sparrow Bow, Yuwen Family

This is a small courtyard that is twenty steps square.

There is a bluestone path in the yard, with vegetables planted on both sides.

There is a large house on each of the three sides: east, west and north.

In the big house on the north side, candles were lit brightly, casting a few dark shadows on the windows.

Blind Cheng quietly poked his head out from the south wall, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, rolled his eyes and "scanned" the yard, then slowly retracted his head.

Soon, his figure appeared on the roof of an uninhabited east house.

With footsteps lighter than a cat's, he climbed over the roof, leaped lightly, and rolled across the ground, making no sound at all.

He had a knife on his left side, and this time he rolled to the right. After relieving the force, he happened to hide under the window of the big house on the north side.

"...The Wen Family Restaurant is crowded after all. Not only is it busy with customers during the day, but there are also many residents at night.

It's not easy for the three of us to kill the target successfully."

"This guy should go out sometime. Let's observe him and strike when he's alone."

"Hey! If you ask me, there's no need to be so cautious. We can act even in a busy city.

Remember that time we killed a county magistrate in Sichuan? We passed by him during the Lantern Festival, and just a brush with him was enough to take his life. By the time his wife, children, and entourage realized something was wrong, we had already disappeared into the crowd.

Haha, the sound of that little girl crying, and the feeling of being the only one to escape from the bustling city, made me feel more comfortable than the reward my family gave me later."

"You should restrain yourself. That time, it was just the three of us. This time, I heard there are quite a few people coming. If they find any vulnerable parts of you when we meet up, the punishment from above will be severe."

The blind man's damaged eyeballs usually do not move.

As he listened to these words today, his eyelids were half open and his eyeballs were moving around.

A murderous gleam was hidden in his rolling eyes, remaining unexpressed.

He picked up a small stone at the base of the wall and threw it upwards.

The small stone fell on the north end of the large roof and collided with the tiles.

"Who?!"

The three people in the room were all strong young men, wearing coarse cloth clothes. The rich color on the back of their hands and faces showed that they were in good physical condition.

The sound from the roof made them move instantly.

One person blew out the lights.

One man had already jumped into the air, holding the beam with his left arm, and stabbing the pistol in his right hand directly at the place where the sound came from.

Another person suddenly broke out of the door and tried to observe the situation outside from the perspective of the yard.

At the same time he broke the door, the blind man Cheng broke in through the window.

The person who blew out the lamp only felt a flash before his eyes.

There was an extra person across the table, and his hands were held by that person.

Click! !

Blind Cheng's hand bent and shook, and the lamp blower's wrist was dislocated. The whole arm was pulled violently, and the elbow and shoulder were also dislocated.

But before he could scream.

Blind Cheng stretched his hand forward again.

This twisting and pushing caused the dislocated joints to collide again, but the collision was completely dislocated.

The instantaneous severe pain is several times greater than that of a simple dislocation.

The man who blew out the lamp's eyes rolled back, and before he could even scream, he fainted from the pain.

The man in the air realized something was wrong and changed his left hand from holding the beam to pushing it, while his body accelerated and dived down.

Bang! ! !
The man and the gun fell and stabbed, smashing the table to pieces and breaking the oil lamp.

The gun tip missed the target.

The blind man's figure suddenly became shorter and disappeared from his sight.

If there were any bystanders, they would see that Cheng Xiazi's movement trajectory at this moment was like a python suddenly swinging its tail.

He lowered his body and turned half a circle, and was already at the side of the gunman, with the end of the scabbard just poking the gunman's neck.

The gunman's neck twisted, his body fell to the ground sideways, and he was silent.

The person outside the door just realized something was wrong and turned back inside.

This person was the most agile and powerful. When he scored the goal just now, a layer of airflow was wrapped around his body.

This time, as he entered the door, the wrist guard on his right hand lit up slightly.

Soldier soul, urge the wind!
It can create a flow of air in the same direction when the main soldier moves.

When punching, the wind pressure within three feet is blinding.

Wind is the most common thing in the world and the thing most easily affected by invisible forces.

Many of the effects exerted by military spirits are related to the wind.

When this person punched, his pinching gesture was rather strange. The joint of his index finger protruded forward, and there were gaps between his fingers.

Every punch was like a bird's cry piercing through the air.

It's not the call of an ordinary sparrow, but the call of a great tit.

A little sharp and short.

The wind pressure from the bird's cry arrived almost at the same time, pressing on Cheng Xiazi's head and face.

Cheng Xiazi finally drew his sword, holding the sheath with his left hand and the handle with his right hand, and pulled it out in an instant.

This movement is extremely smooth.

The handle of the knife hit the fister's wrist guard from bottom to top, pushing the arm away.

The blade then broke through the wind pressure, leaving a slanted wound between the chest and abdomen of the puncher.

bass! ! !
The sound of a knife being unsheathed reached his ears, and the puncher felt his strength disappear as his chest felt cold.

thump!
He felt cold all over, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, his buttocks sitting on his feet, his head tilted back in fear.

In addition to the bleeding from the wounds on his chest and abdomen, a stream of blood also flowed from the wrist guard on his right hand.

The force with which this man hit his wrist guard with the handle of the knife was so strong that it penetrated his wrist guard, broke his skin and flesh, and cracked his wrist bones.

It was as if his wrist guard had a weakness that he himself didn't even know about, and was hit right by the handle of the knife.

Blind Cheng put the blade across his neck.

"Tell me! How much reward did the Yuwen family give you to actually chase you all the way to Nanzhao to kill me?"

Cheng Xiazi said coldly, "There are more than just the three of you, right? How many people are there in total?"

The puncher didn't know whether his internal organs were injured, but at least his heart and lungs were probably not injured. A hint of luck flashed through his mind, and he became more afraid of death.

"I, I..." he explained, "We are not here to kill you. It's a misunderstanding. This is a misunderstanding. We don't know you at all."

Cheng Xiazi's blade moved a little further: "Are you still trying to deceive me? You were just talking about the Wen Family Restaurant!"

The puncher almost burst into tears.

"It's really not you."

He complained, "We just want to kill the proprietress of the Wen Family Restaurant."

The blind man's eyelids suddenly opened completely, and his white eyeballs and black pupils stared at this person.

"Kill her?!"

Cheng Xiazi's murderous aura surged, even stronger than before, and he almost accidentally cut the man's head off.

"Why did you kill her?"

The puncher hesitated, "Well, I don't know. That's what they said. Maybe it's because she's a celebrity..."

A voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, this reason is too bullshit."

Blind Cheng suddenly turned his head, his murderous aura subsided, and he calmed himself down: "Why are you here?"

Chu Tianshu stepped in.

"I see you're uneasy, I think something's going to happen, let me come over and take a look."

Chu Tianshu looked around the room and said with a smile, "It seems that it's not you who's going to get into trouble, but them."

Cheng Xiazi frowned: "You have already got what you want, why are you still making such a fuss?"

"Could it be that someone who cultivates both body and soul still can't memorize what I said?"

"what?!"

Chu Tianshu tilted his head and made a puzzled sound, "Brother, I wanted to make friends with you first, and then I thought about whether I could get a secret book from my friend."

"This order is very important, don't get it wrong."

Blind Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and turned his head to continue questioning the man.

"Tell me, what's the real reason?"

The man just said, "I really don't know."

Chu Tianshu walked forward and gave him a needle directly on the top of his head.

During acupuncture, needles are usually inserted into the top of the head, and the thin needles move along the skin and flesh.

Even a long needle would not penetrate the skull.

Only when Chu Tianshu wants to kill someone will he use his strength to shoot straight through the bones.

But this injection he gave was different.

It wasn't meant to kill anyone, but the needle barely touched the skull.

Chu Tianshu released the silver needle, made a hand gesture, and chanted a mantra.

"Pro!"

The silver needle seemed to be activated by his voice and began to vibrate on its own, making a slight humming sound.

The puncher only felt his head numb, his eyes became blurry, his mouth was open and he didn't know how to close it, and a little saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What was the real reason for killing the proprietress of the Wen Family Restaurant?"

Chu Tianshu asked again.

The puncher's answer this time was simple: "I don't know, maybe because she's famous."

Chu Tianshu looked suspicious: "Who sent you here? Are you a killer organization? You must have an employer, right?"

The one who threw the punch said, "We are from the Yuwen family, we don't know anything else."

"It seems that he really doesn't know."

Cheng Xiazi slashed his neck with a knife and turned around to finish off the other two people.

Chu Tianshu pondered beside him: "You were about to leave the restaurant, right? Did you mistakenly think that trouble was coming for you?"

"I have some old grudges with the Yuwen family. I couldn't stand it back then, so I killed a beast from their family who took human life and raped women."

Upon hearing this, Blind Cheng was stunned for a long moment before he spoke. The moonlight streamed through the doors and windows, illuminating his lonely figure. "But, because of my impulsive behavior, my beloved... Qin Niang, was also stopped by the Yuwen family when I arranged for her to leave first, and was shot dead by their arrows."

"I am blind, but my hearing has become sharper and I can hear the workings of the forces."

"For the rest of my life, I will never forget the Yuwen family's 'Bronze Sparrow Bow' strength-strengthening method."

The Yuwen family had an ancestor named Yuwen Tai, who was the actual ruler of the Western Wei Dynasty and the founder of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Once when he was fighting against the Eastern Wei army, and the army was in chaos, he drew his bow and shot an arrow, knocking down the bronze sparrow on the flag of the Eastern Wei general.

The morale of Yuwen's troops was greatly boosted, and they managed to survive.

To commemorate this event, later generations carved a bronze sparrow pattern on the bow and compiled a variety of methods to build up strength, using bows and horses to train strength, and called it the "Bronze Sparrow Bow."

The man just now seemed to be punching, but he was actually using archery.

Blind Cheng was outside during the day and accidentally noticed that the three of them were practicing the "Bronze Sparrow Bow". He thought that they were seeking revenge on the blind man for the sake of that young master Yuwen.

"So that's it."

Chu Tianshu said, "But since they are here for Madam Wen Jing, can you still leave?"

Cheng the blind man shook off the blood on the knife, and after using all his strength, not a drop of blood remained on the knife.

"Wen Jing's family has been in Nanzhao for two or three generations. Although the Yuwen family is powerful and has many members, they are still within the territory of the Tang Dynasty. How could they have any grudges against each other?"

Blind Cheng expressed his doubts, sheathed his knife, and remained silent for a while.

"Doctor Chu, you're more talkative, could you ask her for me?"

Chu Tianshu widened his eyes and pointed at himself.

"Me? Dude, are you serious?"

Cheng Xiazi said, "Please ask for me to cancel the credit."

Chu Tianshu was simply unbelievable.

"You're such a grown man, and you're just standing here, you two are in love with each other, and then..."

"You want me to ask?"

He suddenly became a little suspicious of the vision of Lady Qin and Lady Wenjing.

Do these two have a fetish and particularly like stubborn people?

(End of this chapter)