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

Before dawn, Sanmu Village was already bustling with activity.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, a dozen or so families huddled together. The men wore tattered coats, and the women held their children. They hadn't even had time to light the pots, and their faces were covered in ash from staying up all night.

Some people didn't sleep at all last night.

Some who had deep grudges against Yang Er even packed their bags.

Ragged clothes, half a bag of coarse rice, two pairs of straw sandals, and ancestral tablets.

If it really comes to a run, I won't even care about the chickens.

"If you ask me, we should hurry up and leave before it gets completely light."

A thin man squatted against the wall, holding a pipe in his hand. Before he even lit the cigarette, his lips were already trembling.

"Those two martial artists from Shengcang Martial Arts School came again today. Yang Hui said a few words to them yesterday, and they were beaten up like that. Who among us hasn't cursed Yang Er before? Who hasn't argued with him? If they're really caught, they'll be lucky to escape with their lives."

The woman next to her held her baby tightly, her throat dry.

"Where do you go? Is it safe outside? If you encounter bandits on the road, they might sell your child."

The skinny man stamped his feet in frustration. "Stay here and get beaten to death? I'd rather run! A living person won't die from holding their pee!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than an old man beside him spat. "You think you can run away from the land? You don't want your three acres of land anymore? Your wife's family lives in the next village. They'll find you there by following the clues. It's no use running anywhere."

"What should we do then?"

The skinny man's eyes were red.

"Kneel and wait? Let those two town warriors kill us like chickens?"

No one answered.

Fear is the most tormenting thing.

Aunt Zhang stood outside the crowd, unsure whether to scold or not, and anxiously wiped her hands with her apron.

"Stop arguing, will arguing drive the martial artist away? Instead of wasting your time, think about what to do with Yang Hui. She's still lying there."

When Yang Hui was mentioned, everyone became dejected again.

Everyone saw how she looked yesterday.

Half of his face was swollen, his arms were bruised, and the blood and foam he had vomited were still stuck to his clothes.

The woman, who was usually so fierce, was so badly beaten that she couldn't even muster the energy to curse.

In the Yi family's courtyard, Yi Yang sat in a rattan chair, wearing an old coat and holding a bowl of hot water in his hands.

Jiang Yuexin stood by her side, her eyes still red.

She didn't sleep well last night either.

There were several walls separating the courtyard, but Yi Yang could clearly hear what was being said at the village entrance.

After the Qi and Blood were replenished, his hearing was much stronger than before. Yi Yang lowered his head and blew on the steam in the bowl.

The water rippled twice.

Once the fire breaks out at Shengcang Martial Arts School, the town will definitely be in chaos.

The news reached Miki Village, and it was only a matter of time before it arrived.

He's not in a hurry; the old man likes to leave room for interpretation.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, very hurried, making a slapping sound on the muddy road.

"He's back! Zhou Liang is back!"

Zhang Xiaohu's shouts rolled over from the village entrance, like a handful of coins scattered at a market, clattering and attracting the attention of the entire village.

Jiang Yuexin stood up abruptly, and Yi Yang put the bowl aside and slowly got up.

"Let's go take a look."

The village entrance was already crowded with people.

Zhou Liang carried a hunting bow on his back, his clothes were damp with dew, his shoes were covered in mud, and his eyes were red, clearly indicating that he had traveled through the night.

But what was even more frightening than him was the news he brought back.

"Something happened at Shengcang Martial Arts School last night."

As soon as Zhou Liang finished speaking, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

It's not that no one is speaking, it's that everyone is momentarily speechless and doesn't know what to say.

Zhou Liang wiped his face and continued, "The temple caught fire, and half of the third courtyard collapsed. The two martial artists who came to our village yesterday, Peng Qing and Lu Cheng, are both dead."

"What?"

Aunt Zhang's basket fell to the ground, and two wild vegetable dumplings rolled out.

A thin man stared at Zhou Liang, his throat bobbing up and down.

"Dead? Really dead?"

Zhou Liang nodded. "Lu Cheng died inside the house, and Peng Qing died in the back alley of the martial arts school. The town is in complete chaos now. The students at Shengcang Martial Arts School are crying and screaming, and the old master has sent someone to the county to report the news."

The crowd scattered and then gathered again.

This news is outrageous.

The martial artist who was slapping and kicking people in the village yesterday is now a corpse.

In this world, speed is everything. The villagers couldn't believe that bad people were punished so quickly.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Who did it?"

Zhou Liang shook his head. "I don't know. People in town say it was an enemy attack at night, while others say it was a heretic from a cult."

"Cult?"

Someone remembered the black iron plaque with the ghost face in Yang Er's room, and their face twitched on the spot.

"Could it be the same group again?"

"That's too brutal! Killing Yang Er, killing martial artists, even the county constables..."

The speaker quickly shut up halfway through his sentence, glancing around to avoid saying something that might cause trouble.

Yi Yang mingled among the crowd, pretending to listen with curiosity. An old man who had escaped death in the mountains was inconspicuous wherever he stood.

Jiang Yuexin looked up and glanced at Yi Yang.

She always felt that her grandfather was too calm. Even when Aunt Yang Hui had her accident yesterday, he didn't say anything. He was too calm for his own good.

But she didn't ask; some things would be disobedient to ask them out loud.

Yang Hui, who was recuperating in bed, was also helped out by Aunt Zhang.

She still had ointment on her face, her left cheek was swollen, and her speech was slurred, but her eyes were still bright, as bright as the embers still burning in the stove.

"Zhou Liang".

Yang Hui stared at him. "You went to town last night to look for someone, and this morning two martial artists from Shengcang Martial Arts School died. You're telling me, is this really such a coincidence?"

Zhou Liang's back stiffened, and all the villagers looked at him with strange expressions.

There was surprise, fear, and an unconcealable sense of awe.

Zhou Liang was a hunter's leader. The villagers respected him for his hunting skills and knowledge of the mountain paths, but no matter how much they respected him, they never associated him with someone who could kill a martial artist.

Things are different now.

He didn't return home all night, and something happened at the martial arts school overnight. Putting these two things together, one can't help but think carefully.

Zhou Liang felt his scalp tingle from being stared at; he was truly innocent.

Last night he ran around town until his legs were sore, begging and pleading, and he didn't even dare to get too close to the gate of Shengcang Martial Arts School.

He was also startled when he heard that the martial arts school had caught fire.

But can I tell the truth right now? Can I say that I didn't accomplish anything and was just kicked out?

That would be too embarrassing. More importantly, if no one takes the truth, the villagers will panic.

Zhou Liang coughed, deliberately putting on a stern face. "Some things are better left unsaid."

Yang Hui narrowed her eyes. "They even installed it?"

Zhou Liang rubbed his nose. "I did find an old friend in town. Whether he's willing to help or not is none of my business, and I can't say anything about it."

That's a brilliant statement.

They neither admitted nor denied it.

He attributed the credit to his "friends," leaving himself to remain a mystery.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere among the villagers immediately changed.

"Uncle Zhou, do you really have friends like that?"

"No wonder Uncle Zhou used to hang out in the city when he was young."

"I told you long ago that Uncle Zhou was no ordinary person, but you didn't believe me."

"Those two martial artists fought Yang Hui, and they died that very night. What a loyal friend!"

Zhou Liang's face flushed as he listened.

This compliment came too quickly; it's a bit uncomfortable to wear.

But we can't pick them.

Yang Hui stared at him for a while, then suddenly snapped coldly, "Shut up, all of you."

The villagers quickly shut up.

Yang Hui leaned against the door frame, her brows twitching with pain, but she still forced herself to speak.

"Keep this to yourself."

She spat out each word carefully. "If anyone dares to say that Zhou Liang hired someone, if anyone dares to boast about it, I, Yang Hui, will fight them to the death, even if I only have half a life left."

Aunt Zhang realized what was happening and slapped the basket. "Right! Nobody's allowed to tell."

"The martial artists from Shengcang Martial Arts School died because they offended a cult. It has nothing to do with our Sanmu Village or Zhou Liang."

The skinny man nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't hear anything last night, and I didn't see anything this morning."

Someone nearby muttered quietly, "You just said you were going to run away."

The skinny man glared at him.

"Can't I talk in my sleep?"

Finally, a bit of life returned to the crowd. The fear that had been building up all night was like dirty water in a broken basin, half of which had been kicked over.

There's still half a basin left, but at least it can breathe.

Zhou Liang looked at Yang Hui, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Yang Hui didn't give him a friendly look either. "What are you standing there for? Go wash up! You're covered in mud, like a wild boar spirit dug out of a pit."

Zhou Liangqian gave a forced smile.

"I'll go right away."

Yi Yang stood outside the crowd, coughing with his head down, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Zhou Liang took the blame quite naturally.

But I can't expose myself right now. However, Yi Yang will make sure Zhou Liang is alright, as long as we can get through this period.