Chapter 165: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
"Have a competition with him, and if you win you can stay."
Lin Zhi stood at the edge of the bridge and looked at the young man in the courtyard.
Zhao Zhengfei is a sex-obsessed bastard. He loses his mind when he sees a beautiful woman, and even loses his brain when he sees the most beautiful woman in the world. He just agrees with whatever people say.
The conditions Lin Zhi mentioned were not difficult to achieve. When he saw that his opponent was a blind child, he did not feel any danger at all. He just thought that this was an opportunity given by the beauty to stay with him.
Even if we can't get intimate for a while, he's happy to be able to be around and smell the scent.
"Okay, okay, Bibibi."
Zhao Zhengfei jumped from the bridge to the courtyard impatiently, with a pair of specially made iron chains and sickles flying out from his sleeves, and said "please".
Qi He knew his master's intention from the moment he said that.
But he was still very unhappy, very unhappy.
This person gave him a disgusting feeling. Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel that the person's saliva seemed to be flowing onto his master's body. It was a disgusting covetousness and offense.
Where does he get the confidence to think he can stay and is he worthy of it?
Qi He stretched out his hand, and the broadsword stuck in the ground began to shake.
Zhao Zhengfei looked at the strange sword that flew from the mud into the boy's hand, and he perked up, freeing himself from his fascinated state.
Being able to use his internal force to suck the sword into his hand, this young man's internal force must be extraordinary.
Zhao Zhengfei is a flower thief with agile movements. The double sickles he controls are flexible and can be retracted freely under the mechanism.
The two exchanged more than thirty moves, and the tip of the Yunyue Sword was sharp and unstoppable.
Sparks flew as the iron chain and the sword collided. Zhao Zhengfei took a half step back, feeling a little horrified.
The sword flowers before his eyes were dazzling. He had never seen the Flower Sword Technique before. He only felt that the attack was intensive and he could only retreat repeatedly. However, the next moment, the sword tip changed from being elegant and graceful, like a broadsword slashing across, heading straight for his neck.
Zhao Zhengfei bent down to avoid it, listening to the sword wind beside his ears. He stood up and used his lightness skills to jump onto the largest peach tree in the yard, his breathing becoming a little rapid.
His mind finally became completely clear at this moment, and even the beauty who was watching him on the bridge turned into a deadly beautiful painted skin.
He would definitely not be able to win in a head-on fight, and he didn't like fighting. He just liked to watch beautiful women picking flowers.
Among the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one.
Compared with his own life, Zhao Zhengfei could only bid farewell to the beauty with great pain.
"Kill him."
Lin Zhi saw that Zhao Zhengfei wanted to run away, so he calmly gave the order.
He did not put a poison on Zhao Zhengfei. This kind of stuff was not worth wasting the poison.
Qi He's ears moved slightly and he took a deep breath and moved forward.
Zhao Zhengfei also heard the life-threatening words and ran even faster in fear. However, the next moment his pupils constricted. The blind boy who was supposed to be behind him floated in front of him like a ghost and blocked his way.
Zhao Zhengfei used his sickle hook to lock onto the eaves on the other side and quickly swung over to avoid the fatal blow.
Qi He chased after him without hesitation. Zhao Zhengfei's moves and internal strength were not as good as the young man's, so he could only use his strengths to dodge.
The noise in the yard was too loud, so Huo Wushuang also stood beside Lin Zhi to watch the fun.
Mr. Huo commented: "He is anxious."
"Four times."
"What?"
"He had four chances to kill Zhao Zhengfei, and he missed them all."
Lin Zhi pointed out Qi He's omission indifferently. Perhaps it was because the boy had no experience fighting an enemy for the first time, or perhaps his mentality was affected. Just like Huo Wushuang said, Qi He was too anxious.
He was too anxious to kill Zhao Zhengfei, but living people were not targets, let alone those who were trying their best to escape, so he kept missing opportunities.
In terms of martial arts, Qi He is definitely superior to Zhao Zhengfei, whether in terms of moves, internal strength or even weapons, but Zhao Zhengfei has extremely rich experience in the martial arts world, especially in escape. He does things that are not shameful. Not to mention the houses of ordinary people, he has also sneaked into the homes of people in the martial arts world. He has never been caught by the government, which shows that his escape skills are first-class.
Qi He’s inability to see is his weakness, but sometimes he can be more focused without being blinded by his vision.
As long as Qi He calmed down and judged Zhao Zhengfei's breath carefully, he could have killed him with one blow, instead of wasting so much time dealing with Zhao Zhengfei.
Of course Lin Zhi knew that he had his reasons for this. Qi He had always been a child with a lot of ideas and little emotional fluctuations, but when it came to him, his mentality became unbalanced.
This is not good. Lin Zhi doesn't want this kind of situation to happen. This is just someone wanting to get close to him. What if the situation is more serious?
In the courtyard, Qi He was led around for several circles by Zhao Zhengfei, who was fleeing like a rat. He finally calmed down and realized the problem.
He kept his composure and didn't make any more moves.
Zhao Zhengfei, who was running hard, noticed it, held his breath and stuck to the wall. The iron chain sickle fell on the tree to distract the invisible boy's attention. Taking this opportunity, he jumped up and escaped outside the high wall.
The sword in the young man's hand was like a swimming dragon, rolling up the peach blossoms on the ground and swung out with the sword.
The sword wind swept the petals upwards. The soft petals were infused with sword intent, like sharp blades, penetrating into Zhao Zhengfei's body.
Zhao Zhengfei's whole body stiffened and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Huo Wushuang hurried to check. There were no injuries on Zhao Zhengfei's body. Only careful observation could reveal thin scratches on his clothes. The petals remained in his body and did not break out.
The tragic and strange way of death makes people shudder with fear.
Huo Wushuang couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration. This was not any of the moves in the Fanhua Sword Technique, but it had the charm of the Fanhua Sword Technique.
"My dear brother, my student is truly extraordinary. I'm afraid there won't be anyone who can match him in the next hundred years."
Lin Zhi curled her lips, tacitly accepting the compliment.
The young man who swung the sword did not show any joy on his face. Although he had comprehended a new sword move, he was not in a good mood.
He didn't know where this boredom came from, even though the man on the ground was dead.
Lin Zhi raised his hand and asked someone to deal with the body, and walked to Qi He's side.
"How does it feel to kill someone for the first time?"
Qi He was slightly startled, and replied in a low voice: "Disciple doesn't feel anything."
There was no discomfort, nor pleasure, but another emotion of unknown reason had overshadowed the feeling of murder.
"This man is worth five hundred taels of silver at the nearest government office. I'll have someone collect it and give it to you as pocket money."
How could a flower thief be a good person? Even though Zhao Zhengfei is good-looking and not ugly, his behavior is despicable and he deserves to die.
Some girls think that their virginity has not been taken away but they have just been taken advantage of so they keep silent about it; some are still young and are deceived and foolishly think that they are the right man; and some girls are strong-willed and cannot bear the humiliation so they commit suicide. Such people are a disaster when they are alive.
Lin Zhi's voice still held a smile, but what he said next was not a compliment. He asked, "Do you know how many mistakes you made just now? You learned a lot from Bai Wuqiu, but you are always one step behind him?"
This was the first time in such a long time that Qi He was scolded by his master.
He also knew that his performance just now was not satisfactory. If he had not used that last trick, his master would probably not have mentioned the reward to him, let alone said these words to him with a smile.
"It's my fault. He offended my master and made me emotionally unstable."
The boy's lips had lost some of their color, and coupled with his handsome face and the white silk on his eyes, one could not help but feel pity for him.
He was already in a bad mood, and now he looked even more lonely.
Lin Zhi looked at him pretending to be pitiful and whispered, "In a few months, it will be your fourteenth birthday. After fourteen, you will be fifteen. You have grown up. If you want to achieve great things, remember not to lose your composure."
Qi He replied obediently: "Disciple understands."
"Someone will come to fight you soon, don't be careless."
"yes."
Qi He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the silk covered the emptiness in his eyes.
He was still feeling depressed, but he didn't know what to ask or how to ask. It was really strange.
Lin Zhi had Seventy-Six brought into the yard, and he found a place with a good view to watch, with Huo Wushuang sitting next to him.
"Your disciple is almost done learning the Fanhua Sword Technique. He will be able to master it within three months."
It's not entirely true to say that he has learned it. Qi He had already modified his Fanhua Sword Technique into a style that he could hardly recognize. It seemed to have some charm, but it was definitely not the case.
His swordsmanship was already elusive enough, and it became even more bizarre after Qi He's changes. The transition between his softness and hardness was abrupt and natural, and it was easy for the enemy to use the sword-blocking style to counter his knife skills. Even if his weapon was knocked aside, he could actually use palm techniques quickly.
His graceful light Kung Fu, coupled with his sword, knife and palm, made it difficult to discern his movements.
Huo Wushuang tilted his head to look at Lin Zhi who was sipping tea, and couldn't tell which of the master and disciple was more weird.
"We should also leave by then."
Lin Zhi put the teacup on the table. Qi He no longer needed a new teacher. He had found his own style. With time, he would be able to break away from what these teachers taught him and completely create his own swordsmanship.
What he lacks is experience, experience with human nature and good and evil.
"Let's wait until Xiao He turns fourteen. Qingqing has been dreaming about celebrating his birthday."
On the ninth day of April last year, when Chen Qing was delivering tea and snacks to Qi He, he saw Lin Zhi downstairs and realized that day was Qi He's birthday. He regretted not preparing any food for Qi He.
After learning that Qi He's parents had passed away, Chen Qing felt even more pity for Qi He and almost treated him as his own son.
"Okay, but I still want to remind you that even if you have a strong inner strength like you, under the influence of the poisonous insect, your nutrients will be sucked dry within seven years. This method of prolonging life by borrowing vitality cannot last long."
"Counting these two years, it's nine years, which is hard-earned for Qingqing and me," Huo Wushuang's face was normal, and even a little smile appeared on his face, "I am satisfied to be able to share my life with Qingqing, thanks to you."
Huo Wushuang joked, “If it weren’t for the fact that you and Xiao He are only nine years apart and you don’t look alike at all, I would believe him if he was your son or brother.”
"Sometimes your temperaments are just like those of you, especially since you put so much effort into him. You are different from all the Gu Masters I have seen or heard of. It's as if you have no desires of your own."
Most of the people in the demon sects indulge in lust. This lust is not just physical lust, but also includes the desire for money, greed, and killing. They do things based on their own preferences.
The Gu Masters in Miaojiang are usually associated with coldness, charm, and evil, and are not bound by the rules of the Central Plains martial arts world at all.
But Lin Zhi was different. Huo Wushuang sometimes felt that he understood the twists and turns of the social world in the Central Plains better than the people there.
He never wore the iconic Miao costume in front of them, hiding his dangerousness, and sometimes he was so gentle that Huo Wushuang even forgot his identity.
"I have my own wishes."
Lin Zhi propped up his head and looked lazily at the young man in the courtyard. He was what he wanted.
He murmured again, "He can't be my son or my brother."
Huo Wushuang didn't hear clearly what Lin Zhi said next, but he didn't ask any more questions and concentrated on watching the fight in the yard.
Seventy-Six's attacks were fatal in every way. He kept in mind the words of the beautiful young man not far away, and also remembered the Gu in his body.
Seventy-Six used the Five Elements School's Mysterious Palm, and Qi He was familiar with this palm technique.
Wu Feng had once analyzed this palm technique with him, so Qi He was able to know the key to defeating the enemy.
The broadsword was like a knife, slashing towards the man's legs. When the man blocked, the broadsword showed a softness completely different from the knife, and pierced the man's fingers. Qi He turned his wrist, and the internal force shook the sword and spun it slightly with the force of a knife, cutting off three fingers of the man.
Huo Wushuang nodded: "This is the level he should be at."
However, this was not a fight where one had to fight to the death. Even though he had lost three fingers, Seventy-Six still pounced forward.
The more Qi He fought, the calmer he became, and the clearer his thoughts became.
When facing the resolute murderous intent of others, people sometimes feel shocked. But Qi He is not like that. He cannot see it, so he can focus on it.
The strong blood energy only reminded him of his master who worked tirelessly to raise the poisonous insects. To accomplish something extremely difficult, one must have absolute determination and persistence, and be willing to do anything for it without fear. This is what he learned from his master.
Qishiliu died. Qi He finally put down the Yunyue Sword and killed him with the palm method that Qishiliu was used to, shattering his heart meridians.
Lin Zhi didn't give Qi He a chance to catch his breath, and without blinking an eye had someone bring Sixty-Nine in.
Huo Wushuang was a little surprised and asked, "Isn't this training method too harsh?"
“It’s not a bad thing to experience danger early.”
Lin Zhi was never able to find out the cause of the Qi family incident. Of course, this was also because he was cautious. He was afraid of disturbing the person behind the scenes and getting him to pay attention in advance. After all, he didn't know which of the top ten forces that person belonged to.
The top ten one palaces, two villas, three gates and four sects in the martial arts world are: Diancui Palace, Yinyue Villa, Biyuan Villa, Zuiyue Sect, Qixing Sect, Chiyu Sect, Wuyun Sect, Wenyuan Sect, Qingying Sect and Lingshan Sect.
Among them, the Chiyu Sect and the Wenyuan Sect are the evil cults in the Central Plains, which are different from the Gu cult in Miaojiang and the holy cult outside the Great Wall.
Diancui Palace, Zuiyue Sect and Qingying School are neutral. They are both good and evil and it is difficult to define them. It depends on the behavior of the leader in power.
Lingshan Sect is a reclusive sect. People in the martial arts world seldom see disciples of Lingshan Sect, but every disciple of Lingshan Sect who comes out should not be underestimated. People in the martial arts world cannot figure out the true strength of Lingshan Sect, so they put them in the tenth place. The disciples of Lingshan Sect have always been low-key and there has been no objection.
Yinyue Villa, Qixingmen, Wuyun Sect are all places that value chivalry, and so is Biyuan Villa, but it is special in that it does not purely belong to the martial arts world.
Biyuan Villa is world-famous for its doctors and has produced many famous doctors. It owns a medicine valley and many medicine fields. Fighting and killing among people in the underworld is common, and injuries are commonplace. Naturally, no one can mess with a doctor, and no one can guarantee that they and their relatives and friends will be free from illness and disaster.
What's more, Biyuan Villa not only has doctors with special skills, but also many ordinary doctors. They are scattered everywhere and look inconspicuous, but they belong to Biyuan Villa. Even the Imperial Hospital in the palace has doctors from Biyuan Villa.
If something happened to Biyuan Villa, it would not only affect the martial arts world, so Biyuan Villa was also under the protection of the imperial court, and the imperial court also needed them to control drug prices.
At that time, except for the Chiyu Sect and the Lingshan Sect, the remaining eight families all sent people to check on the Qi family's affairs. Except for the Biyuan Villa, the other seven families all expressed their willingness to adopt Qi He.
Naturally, there were quarrels within the seven sects. For example, the Demon Sect's Wenyuan Sect was among them. He certainly didn't sit there and say it openly. Instead, when other sects brought up the issue, he threw out such a remark without thinking of making a fuss, and then hid away to watch the fun.
The whereabouts of the Heart-Questioning Gu is still unknown, and no one knows who put it on whom.
It seemed that the Chiyu Sect and the Lingshan Sect did not send anyone, but Lin Zhi did not know whether they had disciples watching in secret.
Seeing that Lin Zhi was lost in thought, Huo Wushuang did not offer any opinion on the way he raised his child.
He was not involved, so how could he know what was going on? In any case, Lin Zhi would not harm his apprentice.
The fight in the yard fell into a strange stagnation.
The Scorpion was not good at facing the enemy head-on, so he found the hiding place in the first possible moment and used the boy's blindness to adjust his breathing so that the boy could not find him.
Qi He was not in a hurry and listened to the wind quietly.
What Qi He lacked the least was patience. He learned to wait silently early on, whether he was stuffed into a trap by his parents as a child and waited for dawn, or he woke up in a coffin and waited for the arrival of his then-strange master.
The colorless and odorless poison spread with the wind. Qi He's expression changed slightly. He raised his sword, rolled up the damaged and withered flowers, and headed towards somewhere.
Qi He listened carefully to the sound of petals falling to the ground, and a leaf in his hand flew in one direction like a sharp arrow.
The poisonous scorpion was frightened and dodged in a hurry, making a sound.
His voice was short: "How could you not be poisoned?"
Qi He didn't respond, but his brows were relaxed with some pride.
His master trained him to resist poison for two years, starting with some weaker poisonous insects and snakes, then spiders and scorpions, and then poison.
Qi He suffered a hundred kinds of pain because of this, and his skin was ulcerated at one point. Even Lin Tang was scared, but Qi He was willing to endure it.
The most special poison he had ever tasted was his master's blood.
It was a feeling as if one was being melted to death by the high fever. When Qi He was delirious with fever, the bloody taste on the tip of his tongue had long dissipated, and even had a sweet aftertaste.
So he told his master that his blood was sweet, and his master said that he was burned stupidly.
This person's poison is not as strong as Master's blood, and you want to poison him?
The poisonous scorpion carefully hid again, but Qi He did not wait any longer this time.
He did not make any moves, but practiced the Flower Sword Technique in the yard. Even with a broadsword, it did not lose its agility and smoothness.
If someone wants to launch a sneak attack, he naturally can't just sit there and wait to be attacked.
Even though he knew someone was trying to kill him, Qi He still danced with the sword with ease.
Lin Zhi held up her cheek and thought it was indeed very ornamental.
Huo Wushuang threw his sword to Qi He and asked him to perform the first 100 moves.
Qi He changed his sword and his figure was graceful. It was the time when peach blossoms were in full bloom. The thin sword was completely hidden among the falling petals.
Compared with the Yunyue Sword, this sword is more suitable for the Fanhua Sword Technique and is more gentle.
Huo Wushuang sighed a little. He had never been able to learn so fast since he was a child.
The boy has a tall and straight figure. He was thin and grew slowly when he was a child, but now he is taller than Lin Zhi.
Her figure is elegant, like orchid and spring breeze.
Huo Wushuang smiled and said, “It would be more beautiful if they were drunk, but the children can’t drink alcohol yet.”
In this kind of atmosphere, it was the Scorpion that couldn't hold back first.
He couldn't help but speak, saying that he was willing to serve Lin Zhi like a slave and only asked for a way out.
"I told you, he lives and you die."
Lin Zhi responded, the curvature of his eyes remained unchanged.
He should have stopped Qi He from killing Qishiliu, but Qi He's fatal move was hard for him to understand. In just a blink of an eye, the man was dead.
Sixty-nine's temperament, being confined in this place, restricted his ability to perform. He must have made some preparations before the assassination, but the current situation did not allow him to do so.
But at this point, Lin Zhi naturally wouldn't let him go like this. He shouldn't know everything here.
Sixty-nine gritted his teeth and had to fight to the death.
The hidden weapons on his body flew like rain towards Qi He who was dancing with the sword.
The sword wind left an afterimage in the air, and collided with the hidden weapon, making a tinkling sound.
Qi He's physical skills were trained to perfection under Bai Wuqiu, but at this level he didn't even need to hide. He picked up Yun Yue, spun his knife and picked up the hidden weapon and returned it.
This time the outcome was decided faster than before, and Qi He returned Huo Wushuang's sword.
Huo Wushuang knew that no one was around, so he said, "It's getting late, let's eat. Qingqing specially cooked eight-treasure duck."
Lin Zhi nodded: "Let's go."
He asked someone to clean up the mess in the courtyard. Qi He followed behind him, listening to the bell on his wrist, as if he was listening to instructions.
With the sound of the bell, the poisonous insects in Sixty-Nine's body turned into blood and merged with the flesh and blood of the corpse.
Lin Zhi pressed the secret button inside the bell, and the sound stopped.
When not using the Gu, Lin Zhi rarely lets the bell ring.
When he was still in the village, he would use the sound of bells to tell them which direction to go with Qi He and Lin Tang.
Apart from this situation, that is, when he was teasing Qi He, he would deliberately play the bell.
Maybe there will be other uses in the future, but that will be in the future.
Earlier than Huo Wushuang expected, Qi He had already mastered the Fanhua Sword Technique in early March and could be considered a master.
After that, Huo Wushuang taught Qi He some moves. His swordsmanship was more skillful and even casual, and he occasionally used moves beyond the one hundred and twenty moves.
Qi He had long understood that the original Fanhua Sword Technique actually only had forty moves, which became eighty moves in the hands of Master Huo Wushuang, and then became one hundred and twenty moves in Huo Wushuang's hands.
In the battle with Jianghu No. 7, Qi He's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and he gradually got rid of Huo Wushuang's influence. However, he did learn the ability to create sword moves at will.
After Qi He finished his studies, in line with Chen Qing's idea, Lin Zhi planned to stay with Qi He until April 9th.
But they did not celebrate their birthday here after all. On the third day of April, Lin Zhi received news that a person suspected to be Qi Hengduan was found in the southwest.
It had been nearly six years, and this was the first time Qi He had heard news about his relatives. He didn't need to be told anything, and Lin Zhi didn't plan to delay.
Lin Zhi and Huo Wushuang said goodbye to each other and set off for the southwest with Qi He, completely stepping into the vortex called the world of martial arts.
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