Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 147 Anticipating the Enemy's Moves, Ruthless in Action

"Eliminate all the spies on the front and back hills. They're useless now. Work in groups of three, no one is allowed to be alone. Rewards will be given afterward."

Looking at the disciples rushing up in a swarm.

Lu Wubing shook his head and gave the order in a deep voice.

These guys, having rapidly stimulated their life force and forcefully practiced the [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist], and then acquired the [Flowing Light Sword] technique, were all minor experts in combat.

He has become stronger, but his imbalance in his studies is extremely serious.

When they were chasing someone, they would swarm in like a swarm of bees, but once they stopped, they couldn't even tell which way was which.

There were even two or three that collided with each other.

If a master were to suddenly appear at this moment, and they were caught off guard and drew their swords, they might not even hit the enemy, but instead hit their own people.

However, most of them were children and had not experienced proper real combat.

As a reserve disciple of a martial arts sect, one cannot ask for too much.

We'll teach and learn slowly in the future.

"There's more here."

Ouyang Lan's shout rang out.

Amidst the whistling of swords, a figure darted away in escape.

Lu Wubing's eyes narrowed slightly as he rushed into the forest. He saw three people lying in front of and beside Senior Sister Xiaolan. They were all dressed in black and masked, carrying long knives, with swords in their throats.

The cat stood excitedly on her shoulder, meowing incessantly and waving its little white paws.

"These three are all Dongyi swordsmen, probably from the same group as that [Guicang Swordsman] from before. I wonder if they were hired by Lin Qiuyan, the Flower Butterfly, to take advantage of the chaos, or if they were secretly plotting together?"

"If you want to know who they're in contact with, just catch the ones who slipped through the net." Lu Wubing pointed at the cat and laughed, "Senior Sister Xiaolan, you didn't understand the little guy's cat language. It's calling you an idiot. It's saying that an enemy slipped away right under your nose and you didn't even chase after them... Haha."

Ouyang Lan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She turned to look at the kitten standing on her left shoulder and saw that the little guy was indeed rolling his eyes at her, looking so angry that he was about to blow his whiskers.

Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she said, "Who can understand your cat's complicated meows? They all sound the same."

"After spending a lot of time with them, you can understand that the little guy's meows are very varied and express a wide range of emotions. It took me a long time to understand the subtle differences in cat meows."

Lu Wubing waved his hand and called out, "Come with me."

In fact, it wasn't that he could understand cat meows, but rather his predecessor.

Before the mystery of the womb was awakened, the kitten was just a tiny little ball of flesh, smaller than the palm of your hand.

As the former young master of the Lu family, he adored this little guy... He would spend his days playing with the kitten, taking it with him to eat, sleep, and go out.

Moreover, she would sometimes act like a madwoman, confiding her innermost thoughts to the kitten, just like taking care of a child.

So much so that Chen Yulian felt her son had become obsessed.

If you weren't out of your mind, why would you talk to a pet like that?

As it turned out, it wasn't that the original player had a problem with their brain, but rather that ordinary people couldn't understand it.

I don't know if it's because this breed of civet can understand human speech and express some simple meanings.

It's still because the predecessor was well trained.

Anyway, Lu Wubing discovered that whenever he heard a "meow" sound, he could automatically encode it in his mind, as if he were hearing a foreign language.

Especially when it comes to communicating with the kitten's movements, there are surprisingly few obstacles.

Just then, the little guy was yelling, "You stupid sister, are your eyes blindfolded? A grown man like that slips right past your feet! Watch out, he might stab you!"

Yes, that's roughly the idea.

The kitten was so angry that its voice changed tone.

"here."

The two followed the kitten through the woods and across the stream, running for three miles. Suddenly, the kitten's meows became urgent. Lu Wubing drew his sword, and... *swoosh*

The sword transformed into a streak of light, piercing through a large tree.

Boom...

Smoke rose.

Blood splattered out.

The kitten pounced forward again.

Lu Wubing pulled the bewildered Ouyang Lan aside and laughed, "That guy is injured, but he dodged very quickly and wasn't seriously hurt. Let's chase him while he's on the run."

Just as we ran out of the woods, we heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Looking up, one can see at the end of the road a man in black lying on a yellow horse, whipping it as he flees.

At this point, only a yellowish shadow and a few specks of dust could be seen...

Lu Wubing whistled.

A red figure rushed towards them from the path on the left.

The red horse approached and happily circled Lu Wubing, then stretched out its head, half-closed its eyes, and rubbed against him.

It was white hooves, red hair, and crimson fur.

"Mount your horse and catch up with that man, but don't chase too fast. See where he escapes to."

Lu Wubing leaped onto his horse, reached out a hand, and pressed the kitten, which had also jumped up, onto his shoulder. He then turned and called out to it.

Ouyang Lan didn't hesitate, leaping behind him and settling in comfortably. She wrapped her arms around his waist and said softly, "Junior Brother, where did you get such a magnificent steed? It's completely blood-red, without a single stray hair. And it's so tall..."

"Its name is Xiaohong. It's much worse than a kitten. It can only understand a few simple commands. It won't understand if the commands are too complicated."

As he spoke, Lu Wubing spurred his horse forward and shouted softly, "Catch up with that man from before."

"call……"

As soon as the words were spoken.

Ouyang Lan suddenly felt the wind around her pick up, and the shadows of the trees became blurry.

Its speed was so fast that it was only slightly slower than when I used my full strength of lightness skill.

"How come it's so fast?"

Ouyang Lan was startled and almost fell off her horse because she wasn't paying attention. She quickly hugged Lu Wubing's waist and felt his strong, thick muscles, which were as solid as iron. Her face flushed slightly.

He was thinking that even if he ran at full speed using his lightness skill, he would only be able to run for three-quarters of an hour before feeling tired, as his internal energy was being consumed too much and his speed would slow down.

But this horse runs fast and steadily, as if it's not tiring at all; it could probably run for three hours.

In short-duration combat, agility may not be as good as light footwork.

But a long-distance raid is far superior to anything else.

"It was a gift from a friend. It's a rare gem on the grasslands, and it might have some wild animal blood. The junior apprentice who takes care of horses at the post station said that this horse can eat five catties of meat and two catties of wine a day. Not only does it eat a lot, but it also eats very fine food. Most people can't afford to raise it. I guess it must have the blood of some wild animal."

Not only Ouyang Lan was surprised.

Lu Wubing also found it somewhat unbelievable.

He had never seen a horse that ran so fast and was so tall on TV in his previous life.

Only in the historical novels, there is a general from the Three Kingdoms period who lived under three different surnames and fought across the land, and his steed, Red Hare, seems to embody this kind of spirit.

Keep in mind that this horse is only three years old, a juvenile among horses, not yet fully grown, and still has a long way to go.

Carrying myself and Senior Sister Xiaolan, plus a sword weighing over thirty pounds, totaling over three hundred pounds, felt like carrying an empty sack; I didn't feel it at all.

He leaped across the narrow river, which was only a few meters wide.

Such an unreasonable performance.

Lu Wubing didn't care much.

This is probably because the environments of the two worlds are different, that is to say, the underlying rules of the material world are different, or something like that.

The subtle differences in the rules lead to phenomena that are completely different from those of the previous life on certain levels.

For example, internal strength and true qi.

Furthermore, spirituality and the mind...

There's no need to be alarmed by differences.

In any case, the universe is so vast and the world so expansive that its existence is justified.

Just accept it.

Just like this cat, this horse...

Lu Wubing spurred his horse on, chasing after the man ahead until he was so scared that he abandoned his horse.

It flipped over and darted into the woods, screaming as it ran.

Five or six short, knife-wielding men with their hair tied in high buns, dressed in black and wearing white socks, rushed fiercely out of the forest.

Several people brandished knives, while others tossed out a string of glittering light.

They rushed towards Lu Wubing, along with his horse.

"Sit tight."

Lu Wubing drew his longsword, drawing an arc in front of him, encircling a cluster of gleaming daggers.

My wrist trembled slightly.

Seven or eight exquisite small knives turned and pounced away.

As if it had eyes, it plunged headfirst into the throats of several people.

puff……

The bodies lay scattered on the ground.

A red shadow flashed by, but Lu Wubing neither dismounted nor stopped, continuing forward.

"That sword strike was brilliant!"

Ouyang Lan watched from behind, feeling utterly delighted; her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"It is the [River-Blocking Style] of the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon, which can block all attacks, whether tangible or intangible."

These people have shallow skills and rely solely on brute force, making it easy for them to borrow strength.

Lu Wubing seemed to know what his senior sister Xiaolan behind him was thinking.

There is actually a similar move in the [Yaoguang Sword].

However, given Ouyang Lan's swordsmanship level, she could only suddenly unleash her inner energy, stabbing out a hundred or so stars to block the incoming attack, but she couldn't deflect it.

It's only natural that she felt envious.

"I'll teach you in a while... The best way after you've mastered the [Flowing Light Sword] is to use it to upgrade all the other sword techniques you know to the highest level as well. Transform foreign sword techniques into your own understanding."

Only then can one advance further and learn the pinnacle of the [Flowing Light Sword] technique, perfecting one's swordsmanship. At this moment, one must not be distracted.

"There's no rush to learn other sword techniques... I'll listen to my junior brother."

Ouyang Lan felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes crinkled with laughter, and her face was full of happiness.

There is such a person who takes care of every aspect of life, so much so that you don't even need to think for yourself. This kind of meticulous care that goes to the bone is so captivating.

"If it weren't for my junior brother's dedicated guidance, I probably would have stagnated at the point of mastering swordsmanship my whole life. I'm actually quite satisfied with the current situation."

Senior Sister Xiaolan is just that optimistic; to put it bluntly, she lacks ambition.

To put it nicely, it's actually called "contentment brings happiness".

As long as she could get by, she was cheerful all day long, never letting worries linger in her mind. Her reputation for being playful and mischievous had even spread down the mountain.

Others might think this kind of personality is bad.

Lu Wubing, a former king of the scrolls, knew that a girl with such a personality was simply a treasure bestowed upon men by heaven.

Whether we eat delicacies together or live on meager rations, they don't care at all and still live life to the fullest. Even the most dreary days can be filled with sunshine.

He had seen many women who were ambitious and unwilling to be inferior to others, and he had suffered greatly from them. When he saw one, he would stay as far away from her as possible.

It's not that they have a bad personality, but rather that they're too tiring to be around, so it's unnecessary.

Having been given a second chance at life, Lu Wubing wanted to live it to the fullest and indulging himself, so he naturally did whatever made him comfortable.

First, we need to create a stable external environment.

What war between two countries, what invasion by the demonic sect, it's none of his business.

As long as they don't bother you, that's all that matters.

If it affects my life or my cultivation, I'm sorry, I'll send them all to their graves.

Practicing early in the morning and late at night, sleeping less than two hours a day, isn't it all for the sake of living the life I want?
……

The horse gallops swiftly...

The mountains and forests flew by quickly, while the city walls loomed indistinctly.

Lu Wubing and his companion rode on the official road, heading west.

Along the way, we frequently saw large numbers of corpses lying on the ground.

Swords, spears, and halberds were scattered everywhere, as were carriages and flags. Arrows were stuck in the grass and soil.

In several wide open areas, warhorses trampled over the ground, splashing up bloody dust.

"This time, Master and the others really went all out."

Lu Wubing glanced at it, and his mental energy fluctuated slightly as he sensed many things.

Dozens of corpses had no fatal wounds, and faint traces of the Purple Star Sword Intent remained on their bodies. They fell at similar angles, as if they had lost consciousness while charging and collapsed to the ground.

This shows that the sect leader at the time rushed forward alone, his sword transforming into a net that enveloped thirty or forty people at the same time, and then struck them down with a bang.

These people were actually already dead before they were struck by the sword.

A little further on, you can see the bodies of pirates with broken bones and twisted limbs.

Most were crushed to death, a small number were pierced through...

"This fighting style must belong to Yu Qingshan. Two masters were killed by him."

Ouyang Lan looked at it more carefully.

He glanced at it and made a judgment. "They're heading towards the left dock. Should we go over there?"

"No need. We don't need to worry about the waterway; that's the direction Master and the others are chasing. The land route forks to the west, and there's no one guarding it in such a hurry that they can't stop any experts from breaking through. Let's go there."

Lu Wubing shook his head and said.

This time, in his plan, the sect leader would lead a righteous army, serving both as a frontal attack and a way to lure the enemy out.

Therefore, his route is fixed.

Regardless of whether mountain bandits, river pirates, or wandering martial artists gathered together or ambushed along the way... in any case, they fought their way through, boarded a ship at Shuangyue Wharf, and stormed into Shuangyue Island.

After defeating most of the enemy, disperse and wipe out the remaining enemy forces.

Of course, the task of leading the troops was handled by Li Feiying and Shen Liancheng, while the sect leader Ouyang Zheng was responsible for eliminating the opponent's most conspicuous experts as quickly as possible.

Only in this way can we do our utmost to reduce our own casualties.

They are like a net, first gathered in one's hands, then released outwards.

They fought their way to the end, then turned back to wipe out all the enemies in one fell swoop.

As for enemies who are quick to react and flee in advance, it's beyond our reach and we can't control them.

Lu Wubing couldn't control it either.

He descended from Tianxing Peak and simply continued on his way. He didn't even specifically pursue the Eastern Yi swordsman who seemed to know Wood Release ninjutsu, but instead arrived at Luhe Bay early on...

This place is 46 li from Mingyang City, and 30 li ahead is Shanyin City.

To the left is Luhe Bay, where the water flows like a ribbon, meandering slowly around the village.

The three main roads—one from Mingyang, one from Luojiang, and one from Hengshan—converge onto a wide avenue that can accommodate six horses at a time.

The road leads to the sky, with lush green rice paddies on both sides.

A river breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of rice paddies... one can see the green waves undulating, which broadens one's mind.

Deep in the fields, near and far, you can still see farmers bending over, weeding and repairing dikes.

Lu Wubing's appearance on horseback did not attract the slightest attention from the farmers.

Occasionally, a few people would look up, but their eyes seemed to see nothing; their faces were numb and stiff, like walking corpses.

"This year has seen abundant rainfall, so it should be another bumper harvest. If there is no war, the people should be able to survive."

Ouyang Lan noticed that her junior brother's gaze lingered on the farmer's face for a long time. "Is something wrong?"

"No, it just lacks a bit of vitality."

Lu Wubing said softly.

He always felt that this world was no different from his previous life in every other respect.

It's just that the gap between the privileged class and the lower classes is even deeper.

People are all the same.

But after taking a look at the field this time, Lu Wubing realized that there were indeed differences.

The biggest difference between them and ordinary people from their previous lives is their eyes.

If, in their past lives, even those at the very bottom of society could still see a glimmer of light, a spark of life, a sliver of hope in their eyes…

There is no bottom level in this world.

There is no light in their eyes.

Just like the pigs seen in the pigpen and the sheep seen in the fields, their eyes have no spirit, only instinct, dullness and sluggishness.

In such a society, it takes immense courage and profound awareness to utter the question, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

Lu Wubing was not a sociologist, nor was he any kind of expert, so naturally he wasn't there to study people's livelihoods.

After taking one look, he turned his horse around and stood in the middle of the road.

No matter which route the fleeing people take, unless they cross mountains and rivers, they will inevitably come to him.

……

"Chase him, don't let him escape."

A roar came from afar, like the howl of a tiger.

The earthquake shook the leaves of the trees in the mountains, as if a strong wind had swept through.

A figure, with a light step, covered three or four zhang (approximately 10-12 meters) in total, sprinting close to the ground...

His headband appeared to have been cut off, his hair was disheveled, and he ran over in a disheveled state.

The man was dressed in a sky-blue sword-wielding robe, with a patch of crimson blood on his shoulder, suggesting he was injured. His handsome and refined face showed a hint of panic.

"Third senior brother."

Ouyang Lan was shocked.

He leaped off his horse, drew his sword, and charged forward.

"What are you doing here? Who are you chasing?"

"Junior Sister, run! Don't linger! The newcomers are Elder Fu Zhongtang of the Ziyang Sect, known as the Extreme Flame Sword, Tong Ganglie, known as the Iron-Backed Eagle, and the Eastern Yi swordsmen Guicang and Muyin. Quickly, mount your horses!"

He had just shouted out a few names.

Several figures had already rushed up behind them like lightning.

The leader's sword gleamed, burning with purple flames...

With a single sword strike, a three-zhang-long sword aura roared and crashed, distorting the air and crackling with a series of sounds.

Several masked men dressed in black, wearing headbands and brocade ribbons, charged forward with swords.

They dashed to the left and right, forming an arc as they charged forward.

"Third senior brother, step back. I will fight him."

Ouyang Lan was full of heroic spirit. After fighting with her senior brother, she was confident that even if she encountered a top-notch master, she could remain undefeated for dozens of moves.

Although the person before him, the [Extreme Flame Sword] of the Ziyang Sect, was a member of the [Ten Suns of Burning Sky] and possessed extremely strong abilities, he could not possibly ignore the [Flowing Light Sword]'s rapid attacks.

If you want to fight back, you have to endure your own fifty-three sword strikes first.

Ouyang Lan had already tried to find her mother to test this.

At this moment, he was full of confidence.

Ouyang Lan flashed in front of Wu Yunchong, her right hand holding the sword like a bow, ready to strike, facing the enemy directly.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my neck...

Her body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head to look at Wu Yunchong to her side and behind her.

The other person actually pointed a sword at his neck.

"Third Senior Brother, you're actually a spy?"

Ouyang Lan's eyes were filled with sorrow, and large tears fell.

She understood perfectly well.

This senior brother, who usually takes good care of me on the mountain and has an excellent relationship with every fellow disciple, is actually a spy lurking on Tianxing Peak.

Ever since her junior brother told her that there were spies lurking on the mountain.

She kept thinking and thinking, guessing at many people, but she never guessed it was Wu Yunchong.

because.

The third senior brother spent years traveling between the mountains and valleys, doing countless things for the Tianxing Sect: delivering messages, running errands, suppressing bandits, protecting the local people, and supporting fellow cultivators...

It can be said that within the Wangtian Cliff lineage of the Tianxing Sect, the second senior brother Tie Zhongshan and the third senior brother Wu Yunchong are no less prestigious than the eldest senior brother.

The eldest brother is a genius with extraordinary swordsmanship, and can be considered a mentor.

The second and third senior brothers were the protectors of the Dao.

Especially when they went down the mountain for training, he took excellent care of his junior brothers and sisters.

Not a relative, but better than a relative.

"Actually, I wasn't a spy. When I was thirteen, my master sent me to the Tianxing Sect and had me personally kill a couple at the foot of the mountain, pretending to be my parents. For my sake, he stained his hands with innocent blood for the first time, and I knew then that he truly trusted me."

I won't mention the life-saving grace, nor the ten years of nurturing and instruction in literature and martial arts. My master has truly been very good to me, even better than my parents. Therefore, I cannot leave without repaying him.

Wu Yunchong had a gentle smile on his lips, and his brows remained as warm as ever.

In the past, when Ouyang Lan looked at her third senior brother like this, she would feel that he was just like her own brother, so trustworthy.

Looking at it now, it seems extremely disgusting.

"So, the master you speak of is Uncle-Master Bi. Why haven't you rebelled on the mountain all these years?"

"Alas, Master Ouyang is far too cautious. Even Senior Brother Yue was unable to receive instruction in that book, 'The Myriad Manifestations of Heavenly Net'."

Even his favorite junior brother hasn't mastered it. If this continues, I suspect that even if I live to die, I'll never obtain this ultimate technique.

Wu Yunchong's eyes were full of helplessness. He shook his head, his voice turned cold, and without turning his head, he said, "Junior Brother, I know your swordsmanship is profound, and the Eight Subduing Dragon Swords are even more divine. But if you don't want Junior Sister to die on the spot today, you'd better obediently surrender."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but at least I can spare your life. Our master values ​​talent; perhaps there's a glimmer of hope."

"That's right, you two should write down the sword techniques and internal energy you have learned from memory."

Senior Brother Bi wouldn't make things difficult for the younger generation; at most, he'd just confine them, but their livelihood wouldn't be a problem.

Fu Zhongliu, wielding the Extreme Flame Sword, spoke with a chuckle.

Seven or eight masked swordsmen in black stood silently around Xue Lihong, staring coldly at her.

It was as if they were waiting for Lu Wubing's reaction.

"Put down your weapon, and I'll spare your life."

A middle-aged masked swordsman with blood streaming from his abdomen snorted coldly and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

His eyes held a deep sense of apprehension as he looked at Lu Wubing on horseback, not daring to get too close.

He witnessed the carnage on the mountain.

Even if you tell others, they won't believe you.

But he himself had experienced it firsthand...

No matter how miraculous the Wood Concealment Technique is, or how carefully one hides... if the opponent is seven or eight zhang away, once they draw their sword, he won't even be able to dodge.

For a swordsman like this, as long as he has a sword in hand, he can never be too cautious.

"There's just one thing I don't understand, Uncle Fu. How many people did you bring this time?"

"What, still thinking of tipping them off? Too late."

Although Senior Brother Ouyang has broken through to the Innate Realm at some point, we are no match for him.

However, with his only daughter and the young master of Tianxing Sect in his hands, this battle cannot be considered a defeat.

Unless Senior Brother Ouyang is ruthless and doesn't care whether you two live or die...

If he were that kind of person, he wouldn't be clinging to a declining sect and still unable to adapt.

“That’s right, he’s not that kind of person, but… I am.”

Lu Wubing smiled broadly.

"Flash mob..."

"Take action!"

[Extreme Flame Sword] Fu Zhongliu's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he opened his mouth and hissed wildly.

The swordsman with the sword in his abdomen, bleeding profusely, screamed in agony as if he had seen a ghost.

The figure on the big red horse has disappeared.

It was as if a shooting star had flashed before everyone's eyes.

The clear sky suddenly turned dark and gloomy, and rumbling thunder swept past our ears.

Ouyang Lan was still crying.

Wu Yunchong was bleeding...

He pointed his sword at his junior sister's neck, but his wrist began to sway, and his body swayed along with it.

Right in the middle of his throat, a bloody hole hissed and splattered blood, leaving a long, crimson trail of light...

His face was full of confusion.

He couldn't understand why Lu Wubing still dared to make a move even though he had already subdued his junior sister.

How could he possibly break through the defensive perimeter while surrounded by everyone, rush to his side, and pierce his throat with a sword?

He used his last bit of strength to look.

Then I saw streaks of light traversing the sky, rushing back and forth.

Centered around the big red horse.

Seven or eight masked swordsmen in black fell slowly without drawing their swords.

Blood spurted from the very center of his throat.

Tong Ganglie, one of the Thirteen Eagles, known as the Iron-Backed Eagle, had only taken three steps backward when his head was severed.

They didn't even see how Lu Wubing made his move.

"collapse……"

A heavy muffled sound.

The three-zhang-long purple flame sword energy scattered into countless sparks.

A figure was launched into the air, coughing up blood in mid-air.

Wu Yunchong's eyes lost their luster, and he fell backward, head tilted back.

His face was contorted; one wonders if he felt any regret in his final moments.

……

(End of this chapter)