Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

As night fell over Miki Village, the Yi family's courtyard also fell silent.

Jiang Yuexin was asleep, and the sound of her even breathing could be heard from inside the room.

Yi Yang got up from the rattan chair and went into the kitchen. An old wood-chopping knife was hanging on the wall, its handle polished by handling and its blade slightly curled.

Yi Yang took down his wood-chopping knife, then took out a whetstone and sat down in front of the stove.

Snap, snap, snap.

The whetstone rubbed against the blade, and fine iron filings fell to the ground.

He ground the blade very slowly, and moonlight streamed in through the window cracks, falling on the blade and giving it a cold, white sheen.

Yi Yang raised his knife and examined it for a moment. "Old buddy, you'll have to work hard again tonight."

The wood-chopping knife did not answer, but its blade remained quiet under the moonlight, quiet and sensible.

Yi Yang changed into an old gray outfit and covered his face with a black cloth, revealing only his two old eyes.

He hid soot from the bottom of a pot in his sleeves, a short dagger at his waist, and changed into soft-soled cloth shoes.

After doing all that, he opened the back window and climbed out of the backyard.

An old woodcutter, nearly sixty years old, disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Yunwen Town is located in the south. Shengcang Martial Arts School is located at the end of a bluestone street.

The courtyard has five sections, with white walls and gray tiles, and a faded plaque hanging above the door.

The two characters "Sheng Cang" are fairly upright, but the corners of the plaque are cracked and the paint is peeling off, revealing a shabby appearance that is outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

The gate was tightly shut, and the two lanterns beside it had long since gone out, leaving only the door knocker swaying gently in the night breeze.

Yi Yang squatted on the opposite rooftop, his whole body pressed against the shadow of the eaves.

The courtyard wall was about ten feet high, which was not a problem for those with Qi and Blood levels.

But he didn't rush to move, and spread his hearing.

There were no footsteps in the front yard, but soft, intermittent snoring could be heard in the side yard, which was the apprentices' dormitory.

There were still lights in the third courtyard, and people were talking inside. A woman's soft, seductive laughter, tinged with the frivolity of alcohol, could be heard.

Yi Yang squinted and found it. He jumped off the roof and landed outside the side wall of the martial arts school.

With hands on the wall and waist tucked in, one leaps over the wall, hugging its edge. The first two courtyards are spacious, with two rows of wooden training posts.

Several wooden stakes had been freshly painted; they must have been used by apprentices for practicing boxing during the day.

Yi Yang, dressed in his cat-like clothes, walked over, his feet avoiding the broken tiles and dry leaves.

Light shone through the crack in the door of the main room in the third courtyard. Three figures moved about on the window paper.

Yi Yang pressed himself against the window, and the words spoken inside the room clearly reached his ears.

Lu Cheng leaned back on the couch, his chest exposed, with a young woman in his arms. The woman's clothes were half-open, her face was covered in makeup, and she was holding a wine cup in her hand, bringing it to Lu Cheng's lips.

Lu Cheng took a sip of his drink, and his hand slid towards the woman's waist. The woman playfully tried to dodge, but didn't actually pull away.

Across from him, Peng Qing sat upright, drinking. This man was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a long face and thin lips, dressed neatly, and a sword hanging at his waist.

Bilu Cheng's impatient manner did indeed make him seem like someone who could do accounting.

Lu Cheng swallowed his wine, frowned, and said, "Senior Brother, do we really think we can curry favor with Yang Da like this? What if we work so hard only to find that he doesn't even bother to remember our names?"

Peng Qing finished his drink, a smug smile playing on his lips, and said, "What's your hurry?"

"I've found out for sure, Yang Da isn't in the county town at all right now."

Lu Cheng sat up straighter, and the woman in his arms stopped what she was doing. "She's not here? Where did she go?"

Peng Qing put down his wine glass and said in a low voice, "The letter from the teachers in the county town says that Yang Da left the city on the orders of the Commandant to investigate a major case involving a prominent family in the inner city."

"He took all of his constables with him."

"So Yang Er died, but Wang Yue didn't return. He's still in the dark."

Lu Cheng's eyes darted around as he muttered under his breath, "Commander? A powerful family? Damn, this sounds like a lucrative deal."

"Whether I'm fat or not has nothing to do with me."

Peng Qing glanced at him and said with some envy, "The key is that the teacher said that if this case is solved, not only will Yang Da's official position be promoted, but the three major families will also reward him with a precious medicine to break through to the third level of Qi and Blood."

Lu Cheng took a breath and pinched the woman's waist even harder.

The woman whimpered in pain but dared not show any anger. "Triple Qi and Blood cultivation, tendon-strengthening technique?"

Lu Cheng's throat went dry. "Won't Yang Da be soaring to great heights from now on? This little Yunwen Town won't be able to contain him anymore."

Peng Qing nodded, his eyes shining brightly, and affirmed, "Yang Da and Yang Er depend on each other for survival; they are brothers with a deep bond."

"When he returns in five days, his power and status will have increased. People who want to curry favor with him will line up from the county office to the city gate. Small fry like us won't even be able to get a chance to serve him tea."

"But what if we had already found out his brother's killer before that?"

He tapped the table with his finger and said smugly, "A great achievement, sure to be mine."

Lu Cheng, beaming with pride, hugged the woman and laughed heartily. "So, I can become a minor official in the county town, yay! Putting everything else aside, wearing that official's robe, who in town would dare to mess with me?"

Peng Qing sneered. "Put your dreams aside for now, don't rush to sleep."

"Go back to Sanmu Village tomorrow and call the village chief. Go door-to-door and check everyone who has a grudge against Yang Er. Don't miss a single one."

"Those stubborn women, in particular, need to be interrogated."

Lu Cheng curled his lip: "A country bumpkin, she'll behave after a beating."

Peng Qing continued, "And that old man Yi."

Hearing his name called outside, Yi Yang lifted his eyelids slightly.

Peng Qing ran his fingers along the rim of the cup and said with some doubt, "I always felt that the old woodcutter who came back alive from the mountain was not simple."

Lu Cheng scoffed, his tone utterly disdainful: "Senior Brother, you're going too far. What skills could an old rascal nearing his grave possibly have? He should be grateful his ancestors burned incense to survive rolling down the mountain."

"You just overthink things."

Peng Qing didn't refute, only saying, "It doesn't hurt to be cautious."

"Wang Yue didn't come back, nor did he bring back the snake, and Yang Er's death was strange. Something's not right here."

Lu Cheng reached for the wine jug, somewhat impatiently saying, "If it's not clean, then wash it. Tomorrow, bring all those lowly people from Sanmu Village over here and beat them one by one. Beat them until they open their mouths."

The woman chuckled softly, "Master Lu is truly impressive."

Lu Cheng was so flattered that he felt lightheaded, and his hands became even more unrestrained.

Yi Yang listened outside the window, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Five days.

Yang Da returned five days later.

They will also receive a precious medicine that allows them to break through the three levels of Qi and Blood.

The news was worse than he had expected, and Yi Yang gripped the machete tightly in his right hand.

The door creaked open.

The lamplight illuminated a gaunt, dark figure, and the three people inside the room all looked at him.

The woman screamed first, dropping her wine cup and spilling it all over Lu Cheng's chest.

Before Lu Cheng could even utter a curse, Peng Qing had already reached for his knife.

Yi Yang didn't give them a chance to explain themselves before stomping his foot.

Nine-Peak Blade, the first peak is Thick Peak.

The woodcutter slashed horizontally, the blade low and heavy, his whole body leaning forward, exuding a wild and untamed aura, heading straight for the nearest Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng was, after all, a martial artist at the first level of Qi and Blood. He had indulged in wine and women, but his instincts were still intact.

He pushed the woman in his arms forward, rolled off the bed, and grabbed a short knife from the bedside table to parry.

when!

The machete collided with the short knife.

Mars is jumping around randomly.

Lu Cheng's entire right arm went numb all the way to his shoulder, his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of his sword.

He stared at the dark figure in the doorway, his voice shrill.

"Who are you!"

Yi Yang didn't answer; talking nonsense with a dead man would be inefficient.

The second strike followed immediately. Nine-Peak Blade, Sharp Peak.

The blade tip suddenly changed from a horizontal slash to a straight line, short, ruthless, and cunning, aiming for Lu Cheng's throat.

Lu Cheng turned his head to dodge, but he was still a beat too slow. A long gash was slashed open on the side of his neck, and blood splattered onto the white wall, a glaring red.

Lu Cheng clutched his neck and backed away, his throat emitting broken gasps.

"Senior brother! Kill him!"

Peng Qing had already drawn his sword and charged forward.

His swordsmanship was much more formal than Lu Cheng's; his footwork was solid, and he slashed diagonally across Yi Yang's back.

Yi Yang didn't greedily swipe his knife; he dodged to the side and parried with his machete.

when.

The two knives clashed.

Peng Qing's arm sank, and the dough finally changed.

"The Flesh-Refining Realm?"

Yi Yang remained silent.

Lu Cheng clutched his neck, blood seeping from between his fingers, but a martial artist at the Qi and Blood Realm has strong skin and flesh, so he wouldn't die anytime soon.

He circled around from the flank, thrusting his short sword low, aiming specifically for Yi Yang's waist and ribs.

Peng Qing pressed down with his blade, his movements fierce and each strike aimed at vital points.

A two-on-one situation has been created.

Yi Yang took three steps back.

My back hit the door frame.

The woman in the corner huddled in a ball, clutching her clothes, her teeth chattering, not even daring to cry.

Peng Qing hissed, "Who are you? Shengcang Martial Arts School hasn't offended any experts at the Flesh Refining Realm, has it?"

Yi Yang did not answer. He deliberately raised the machete, exposing his bare ribs.

Upon seeing this, Lu Cheng immediately launched a preemptive attack, thrusting his short sword close to his waistline, his greed for glory practically written all over his face.

Peng Qing shouted, "Don't rush!"

late.

Yi Yang suddenly tightened his waist and abdomen, and stepped forward diagonally.

Nine Peaks Blade, a perilous peak.

As the machete swung upwards, and the blade crossed with the short sword, Yi Yang flicked his left sleeve.

A handful of soot from the bottom of the pot was thrown at Lu Cheng's face.

The blackish-gray substance blurred my vision.

Lu Cheng screamed in agony as his dagger slipped from his hand.

"My eyes!"

This is the difference between a seasoned veteran and a martial arts school disciple.

The martial arts school teaches swordsmanship, explaining techniques, rules, and how to make it look beautiful.

In the mountains, when people kill, they only care about survival.

Soot from the bottom of the pot, lime powder, mud, broken branches—as long as we can win, that's all that matters.

Talking about martial ethics?

Can that stuff be eaten as food?

Yi Yang stepped in, and cleaved down with a woodcutter's knife at his chest.

It didn't stop.

Without hesitation.

The blade sliced ​​diagonally from Lu Cheng's left shoulder to his right chest.

Clothes tore open, flesh burst open, and bones were exposed.

Lu Cheng stiffened, squeezing out muffled breaths.

He tried to raise his hand.

The hands, which had just been covered in the woman's cosmetics, twitched twice, only to grasp at empty air.

The short knife clattered to the ground.

The person lay on their back beside the couch.

Blood seeped out from the cracks in the floor tiles.

From pushing open the door to committing murder, it only took a short while.

The aroma of wine dissipated from the room.

All that remained was the smell of blood, which completely turned people's appetites upside down.

Peng Qing stood by the table, knife in hand, veins throbbing on his forehead.