Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 127 Volunteer Soldiers

Sima Ling rested for five days, but eventually couldn't resist her restless nature and took the initiative to ask to do rehabilitation training.

Sheng Wansong only treated the internal injuries, but didn't care about the two external bloody holes.

Relying on the gentle nature of the Green Wood Painting Boat's internal energy, which was good at nourishing the body, she began to move, grimacing.

Although she still felt pain, the feeling of moving her muscles and bones seemed to make her more comfortable.

According to Wan Song, the martial arts style of Qingmu Huafang was definitely not the most suitable for her.

She was just very talented, almost as good as An Lan. She was proficient in all kinds of techniques and could learn anything quickly.

Now that Sima Ling was able to walk, they did not delay any longer and set off on their journey back to Peach Blossom Village.

"I hope my home doesn't end up like the academy."

Shangguan Hong smiled and said, "People will change. Even we will grow old and become old men and women many years later."

"Wansong, the people you know may have changed, but they are still the same people, and their lives have become better. Why should you hold a grudge?"

Shangguan Hong's words made a lot of sense at first glance, and upon closer examination, they also made a lot of sense.

Sheng Wansong couldn't think of a reason to refute it in a short time, so he silently looked out the window.

As the carriage moved forward on the road, it would occasionally bump into a small stone and give it a couple of jolts.

At times like these, Sima Ling would grit her teeth and endure the hidden pain.

Who told her to be so stubborn?

Considering Sima Ling's health, the carriage moved slowly, making its way to Taoyuan Village.

As he expected, Taoyuan Village also became a tourist destination. Due to the large number of people coming and going, a toll was even charged at the entrance of the village.

"Do I also need to pay a toll?"

Sheng Wansong poked his head out of the carriage and smiled at the two people blocking his way.

"Wan Song?!"

"Long time no see, Uncle Li and Uncle Zhang, you still look as healthy as ever."

The two elderly people quickly asked the villagers to make way.

Sheng Wansong and the two elderly people seemed to be on good terms, but in reality, they were not close.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the driver was instructed to continue driving further in.

"So you're the young hero Sheng Wansong?!"

The coachman's hands, gripping the reins, began to sweat as soon as he learned Sheng Wansong's name.

Sheng Wansong offered a few words of comfort and gave him an extra tip when they got home.

Taoyuan Village has undergone a dramatic transformation compared to the past, expanding to approximately twice its original size.

However, in order to maintain the characteristics of tourism, the overall image remains that of a village. The added buildings are all shops, which have made life much more convenient for the villagers.

As for Katsumansong's house, it remains as it was after its first renovation, and is generally kept in its original state.

The only change was that the character "Li" on the door plaque was replaced with the character "Sheng".

Li had sworn a solemn oath to her parents-in-law that she would not remarry or change the status of the Li family.

Therefore, the sign with the character "Li" on it was moved to a small house in a corner of the village.

When Sheng Wansong returned home, his mother immediately burst into tears.

She noticed that there was another person in the line following Sheng Wansong, and nodded to herself.

"Mother, Ling'er is still recovering from her injuries. Please arrange a room for her to rest."

Upon hearing this, Li hurriedly arranged guest rooms and scolded Sheng Wansong for making someone travel with injuries.

Although it was just a playful jest, Sima Ling was secretly pleased to see Sheng Wansong unable to retaliate.

"Mother, where are my second and third sisters?"

"Them."

Li laughed and said, "They are training volunteers outside the village."

Yellow guy with a question mark?

"Volunteer soldiers?"

Li replied, "You'll know when you see them."

Sheng Wansong had left the others at home and went alone to the village square that his mother had mentioned.

Sure enough, they saw about five hundred volunteers training, wielding their iron spears in perfect unison.

The instructor of these 500 volunteer soldiers was none other than Guan Lin and Zhang Jiao.

In addition to their tight-fitting clothes, the two wore several layers of light armor for protection on their vital areas.

Even after traveling the world for more than half a year, Zhang Jiao's mountain peak is still the most magnificent one that Sheng Wansong has ever seen.

There was no armor to protect him; he could only rely on cloth to cover himself as much as possible. Even so, there was still a white abyss squeezed out from under his chin.

"Second sister! Third sister!"

Sheng Wansong shouted loudly.

Guan Lin, who always remained composed in front of the volunteers, showed joy, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes reflecting the sunlight, which she wiped away in an instant.

Zhang Jiao, who was as bold and masculine as ever, also revealed the demeanor of a little girl, leaving the volunteers stunned.

"He just called me Second Sister and Third Sister. Could this person be Sheng Wansong?"

"After all this suffering for so many days, I finally met her in person."

As the volunteers began whispering amongst themselves, Guan Lin gave them a single glance, immediately silencing the ranks. Everyone stood at attention, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Staying here would damage the image of their instructor in the eyes of the volunteers, so the three of them changed locations to talk.

"This volunteer army was Third Sister's idea. I thought about the chaotic world we live in now."

"It would be difficult for just the two of us to protect our home, so we agreed."

"However, these volunteers are mostly here because of your reputation, brother."

Guan Lin explained the whole story in just a few words.

The so-called volunteer army was an armed force spontaneously formed by the people and not organized by the imperial court.

"It's more than just protecting our homeland."

Zhang Jiao's ideas went beyond that: "To achieve great things in the future, or even to change dynasties, we need to plan ahead."

"Third Sister!"

Guan Lin rebuked, "You know that my brother's ambitions are not in the world, and I don't want him to bear the infamy of treason and injustice."

"The existence of the volunteer soldiers is solely for the protection of Peach Blossom Village."

Zhang Jiao pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

"Whatever makes you happy with the volunteer soldiers' affairs."

Sheng Wansong didn't care about these trivial matters. "If needed, I will have someone send back a few military formation techniques."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, elder brother."

After finishing their business, Zhang Jiao revealed a mischievous smile and reached out to grab her own clothes.

"Third Sister!"

Guan Lin quickly stepped forward to stop them, saying, "It's broad daylight, under the clear sky, with no roof to cover us. It's unacceptable to engage in such lewd acts in broad daylight."

Zhang Jiao ignored all her nagging and, with a forceful movement of her hands, freed the jade rabbit that had been bound for so long.

She held Sheng Wansong's head tightly, and Sheng Wansong was unable to resist her strength. His entire head was buried in her, surrounded by soft flesh. The intense pressure hindered the flow of air, enough to suffocate him completely.

After training under the sun for so long, Zhang Jiao inevitably had a bit of a sweaty smell on her body, but the richer milky aroma made these subtle flavors the perfect seasoning.

She fell backward onto the ground, and Sheng Wansong followed suit, pressing down on top of her.

Guan Lin was extremely anxious, looking around as if afraid someone might pass by.

But as their passion intensified, she gradually lost control, and Zhang Jiao seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and gently pull her down to the ground.

As the sun set, Sheng Wansong took a moment to send a telepathic message to the volunteer soldiers who were still being punished by standing, informing them to go home and rest for three days.