Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 382 Baiyun Cang Dog
"How dare you, a nameless person, be so arrogant! If you don't want to drink the wine, then you should die!"

Seeing that Qin Huai didn't take his people seriously at all, the leading medicine master laughed in anger, stepped out of the crowd, shook his left hand, and the cold knife at his waist appeared. With a flash of the knife, he aimed at Qin Huai and chopped him on the head.

Looking at the Medicine Master who rushed over to him, Qin Huai flexed his muscles, and bursts of "crackling" sounds came from his whole body, like popping beans. He grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "Let me see what progress you pigtailed guys have made in a few years!"

Qin Huai swallowed air into his stomach with a roar like a tiger, rushed forward with a leap, clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and punched with a gust of wind. His elbow smashed the splashing water and the knife light and went straight for his heart.

Bajiquan, push the heart and elbow.

The sharp tip of the elbow was unstoppable, and it instantly shattered the frozen medicine master, exploding countless pieces of blood, flesh and ice that fell on the snow in the surrounding fields. In the blink of an eye, there was only a piece of ice with a three-foot black braid in front of Qin Huai.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Seeing that the captain didn't even stand a chance against Qin Huai's men, the faces of the remaining few precious medicine masters changed drastically. They hurriedly drew out the box cannons from their waists. Sparks flew from the muzzles of their guns, and bullet casings fell to the ground one after another. A torrential rain of bullets came at their heads, and fell to the ground with a clang.

There were flattened copper pieces of bullet heads all around Qin Huai's feet, and the bullets created ripples on his body, which was covered with gilded patterns of [Tianbin Gold].

This group of medicine masters at the sticky pole used up all the bullets in their box cannons in just two breaths, but still failed to hurt Qin Huai at all.

"Keep some distance between us and wait until his Qi is exhausted, then break his weak spot!"

Seeing that the thug in front of them had such superb horizontal training skills, someone among the remaining five people shouted first, and the others immediately leaped up and each looked for a direction to move away in order to release Qin Huai's kite.

Qin Huai, who had been hit by several rounds of gunfire, looked the same as before, without any damage at all. Only his skin was slightly red due to the impact of momentum.

"In recent years, the development of Xinchouqi's firearms does not seem to have deviated from the established track, and it can be regarded as a normal upgrade. So, what exactly is the spiritual energy in these people's bodies?"

Just now, he used [A Glimpse] to confirm the status of the mountain man and the precious medicine user again, and could only judge that these people were all extraordinary people with spiritual energy in their bodies, but the specific function of this spiritual energy was still unknown for the time being.

For example, this group of precious medicine users seem to be unable to use the scarlet bullets used by the mountain man. However, the captain of the precious medicine users, whose martial arts progress is comparable to the second level of great success, is obviously stronger and faster than the mountain man, who is also at the second level of great success.

Different spiritual energy manifests differently in different people?
Qin Huai had some vague guesses in his mind, but he did not stop his movements at all. He took the Nine Palace Steps and swept his palm with a surging wind towards the nearest medicine envoy. The whistling sound was deafening and the strong wind felt like needles pricking his face.

Amid the continuous gunfire, Qin Huai's palms rose and fell, slapping and pressing, and the edge of his palms covered with [Tianbin Gold] was far superior to swords and weapons. The precious medicine users who were hit were unable to even scream, and fell to the ground with a look of pain on their faces. It was a fate worse than death, with their liver and kidneys injured and their vertebrae shattered. They would definitely not live until dawn.

Baguazhang, sixty-four moves.

Within ten breaths, all the precious medicine users at the sticky pole were eliminated. Qin Huai patted the slightly dirty corner of his clothes, smacked his lips, and walked towards the mountain man whose injuries were not optimistic.

Name: Wu Shan

Status: Qi (able to sense and use spiritual Qi), Life Fire (a natural talent that can control fire Qi for personal use), Heavenly Law (disabled), Strong Luck, Burns, Near Death, Internal Bleeding
Specialization: Medicine recognition 80%, swordsmanship 74%, rock climbing 71%,

skill:
[Explosive Sparks]: Call upon the fire energy stored in the Dantian, and create explosions of varying powers depending on the amount of fire energy invested.

[Transplantation]: You can control the separated exploding sparks at will. The more fire energy the exploding sparks contain, the more difficult and energy-consuming it is to control.

[Bath in Fire]: Call upon the fire energy stored in the Dantian to cover the entire body. Before it is extinguished, there will be a constant supply of energy to replenish and the healing of external injuries will be accelerated.

Threat: White
Note: You can get clues about [Legendary Weapon: Guanxi Wuji Sword] from him.

Wu Shan, with his back covered in blood and flesh rolled up, was lying on the snow in a dog-eating-shit posture. His head and face from the neck upwards were covered in an abnormal red, as if he had a high fever.

Qin Huai did not hesitate too much. He pulled out a few nectar talismans and aimed them at Wu Shan's wound under the residual flames of the burning tavern in the distance. The clear nectar fell from the air, emitting a soft blue light.

Wu Shan groaned in pain, and the hideous wound was wriggling at a frequency visible to the naked eye. Bits of powdery residue covered in blood were squeezed out. Qin Huai put his fingers together like a sword and wiped lightly, revealing the bright red flesh on his back that had been blown into a hornet's nest. Although it was still horrible to look at, the blood vessels closed automatically, and a calming blue light enveloped the wound for a long time.

Wu Shan woke up and gasped for breath. The blush on his face had mostly faded. He stared at Qin Huai in disbelief: "You were able to pull me back from the brink of death so easily. Is your benefactor a magic doctor with ghost hands or a god of nature?"

"I am just a warrior, not a miracle doctor, nor a god."

Qin Huai shook his head and gestured for him to look around.

"A quarter of an hour ago, you were tricked by that bandit with explosives tied to your body and were blown here, nearly dying and seriously injured. Those lackeys of the Qing court wanted to take advantage of your misfortune and search for the Tianshan Snow Lotus from you to save some money. I couldn't stand it, so I just killed them all."

Qin Huai took out the sandalwood box from behind and was about to hand it to Wu Shan.

"You are a true hero who draws your sword to help others when you see injustice. But Wu Shan is not a greedy person. This treasure has ended my fate. Please keep it for yourself."

Wu Shan had a complicated expression. Even though he felt reluctant, he still gritted his teeth and pushed back Qin Huai's hand that was holding the sandalwood box.

Everyone loves gold, silver and treasures, and Wu Shan is no exception. But he felt the aura of Qin Huai in front of him, which was as deep as the sea and many times stronger than his own. He also saw the bodies around him that were killed by a single blow, and Qin Huai's timely rescue, so he was too embarrassed to take back this great medicine.

In Wu Shan's opinion, since Qin Huai could easily find the medicine box he hid in the snow, it would be very easy for him to just walk away. He could have just ignored his own business and spent all his energy to deal with the precious medicine user and then snatch himself back from the hands of the King of Hell. But he did it anyway. Such a righteous act was far better than helping someone in need. Wu Shan considered himself a man and would never leave empty-handed after receiving a great favor from someone.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Seeing that Wu Shan insisted, Qin Huai did not hesitate any longer and put the medicine box away in order to make him feel at ease.

"My name is Qin Huai. I come from Tianjin and have some businesses. If you don't know where to go, you can go to Zhili with me. Maybe I can help you solve your confusion."

Hearing this, Wu Shan was surprised. Just as he was about to reply, he saw Qin Huai pointing at his hands full of cracked texture.

"Although spiritual energy is good, if you don't know how to use it, and just use it at will, it is hard to guarantee that it will not harm others and yourself. Follow me, and I will give you an opportunity."

Qin Huai spoke in a calm tone, and a ball of long-lasting, blazing golden flame emerged from his fingertips.

Wu Shan felt the heat surging like lava in front of him. He calmed himself down, suddenly stood up, and wanted to lift his robe and kowtow.

"No need, no need!"

Qin Huai supported Wu Shan, his elbow was harder than steel, making it impossible for Wu Shan to kneel down.

"It's fate that we meet. I'll help you today, and you'll help me tomorrow. Brother Wu, when you become successful in the future, don't forget Qin."

Wu Shan said yes loudly, struggled to get up, and limped towards the ruins of the tavern with Qin Huai.

The sky was turning slightly pale, and goose-feather-like snowflakes covered the ground.

Next to the official road that was covered in white was a large field splattered with black blood.

In the pool of blood and snow, there were some warm corpses with mutilated limbs lying. The heavy snow soon covered all the corpses that were still bleeding.

Wu Shan was holding a big knife, searching for something on the bodies of these bandits. "Old Wu, this is the first group of bandits that have blocked our way since we came out of Helan Mountain?"

Qin Huai was leaning comfortably beside his horse, drinking from a wine gourd to warm himself up.

These minions with tattered weapons and weak fists and feet really did not arouse his interest, so he simply handed them over to Wu Shan to deal with, while he just watched from the sidelines.

"My benefactor, it's the thirteenth wave."

Wu Shan dug out a few pieces of silver, confiscated the relatively decent revolver in the leader of the bandits' hands, and quickly returned to Qin Huai.

"Oh, there are quite a lot of them. It's a pity that these thieves are just bullies who only know how to bully others in their own den. Why don't they dare to rebel?"

Qin Huai jumped on the horse and without waiting for Wu Shan to reply, he squeezed his legs together, and the yellow horse under him raised its front hooves and galloped out.

"Yes, why don't they dare to rebel?"

Wu Shan pondered this question in his mind, and then he jumped on his black and red chestnut horse, swung the reins and chased Qin Huai.
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Tianjin, Ruyi Temple.

This place was not only the venue for martial arts competitions in Beijing in the past, but also the most famous martial arts street in Tianjin. Since the Yisi year, countless martial artists from all over the country have taken root in Ruyi Temple and opened martial arts schools here, thanks to the influence of Qin Huai, a senior disciple of Baji Sect, who defeated Luosha Ghost here and spread the glory of China. All the famous martial arts schools in China have gathered in this corner of Tianjin.

It is the seventeenth day of the first lunar month again, and the Ruyi Temple, which should be bustling with activity, seems different from the past.

The doors of every martial arts school were wide open, and the disciples were lined up in neat rows. Even the Bagua Sect, which had always had a close relationship with the imperial palace and rarely participated in the affairs of the lower classes, opened its doors. Dozens of young disciples had stern faces and stood as straight as javelins, as if waiting for someone.

Soon, as the sun gradually climbed higher in the sky, carriages came from all directions, filling up half the street. There were no less than a hundred brothers and sisters guarding the carriages alone.

People from all walks of life, martial artists, and green forest business gangs. Figures of different heights, weights, and bodies were seen. Some were wearing gorgeous clothes, some were wearing plain clothes, and some were wearing Western clothes. After getting off the bus, they each found a place on the road to wait. Most of them stood outside the martial arts gym. Few people walked into the Bajiquan gym which covered the largest area and had the most imposing facade.

"coming!"

Suddenly, someone shouted outside the door.

Then I saw a carriage stopped at the door. The coachman lifted the curtain, and a pair of bright and lively eyes came out first.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a dignified face, a sense of pride between his brows, an ape-like back and a wasp waist, and a steady pace. He wore a melon-shaped hat, a black satin coat, and a gray robe. On his right thumb was a jade ring that shone with a delicate color under the light.

The man was in front, followed by a young man who looked both good and evil and a pretty girl of about eleven or twelve years old.

"Oh, this is the head of Bagua, Gong Yutian. Didn't he resign from his post and return to his hometown to teach martial arts? Why is he back?"

"What we are discussing today is a major event for China. He will definitely come back."

While they were talking, several Bagua disciples came in one after another.

As the members of the Bagua Sect entered the main hall, the people outside began to call out their names.

"Liu Guanlan from the Pojiao Gate, please come in and discuss matters!"

"Li Yaochen from Huiyou Escort Agency, please enter to discuss matters!"

"Sun Lutang of Puyang Boxing Club, enter the venue to discuss matters!"

"Yue Bin, a disciple of Taiji Yue Zhuchen, is here to discuss matters!"

"Zhaquan Wang Ziping, come in and discuss matters!"

"Tongbiquan Zhang Ce, enter the venue to discuss matters!"

"Song Weiyi from the Wudang Dan Sect, please come in and discuss this matter!"

Many powerful figures who are rarely seen in normal days appeared on the scene, and time was almost noon.

Several more carriages drove up, and a man got off the first one. He was holding a folding fan, wearing a gray gown and a melon-shaped hat. He looked friendly, like a leisurely and wealthy man.

"It's him, he's here!"

"Who?"

Some confused spectators looked at the person in front of them who didn't look like a powerful person, turned around and asked the person who had just lost his voice.

"Single-Sword Li Cunyi! He disappeared a long time ago and changed his name. I didn't expect him to come back today!"

As they were talking, a short and thin middle-aged man jumped out of the carriage. He looked ordinary, dressed simply, and there was nothing special about him.

"Head!"

The Baji disciples who were standing quietly waiting were all excited. Li Shuwen was taciturn. He just nodded and took Li Cunyi and others into his own martial arts gym.

After another cup of tea, a black umbrella appeared from the white snow.

The person under the umbrella was tall, wearing a women's dress, with a long braid hanging down her back. Her face seemed to have a Peking Opera mask painted with oil paint, with golden pupils, jade face, and powdered skin and red lips.

Seeing the last actor take his seat, Li Shuwen nodded, and several nimble Baji disciples immediately closed the vermilion black door, and the courtyard of the martial arts hall, which was filled with people, suddenly became quiet.

"Everyone, long time no see!"

The dry voice fell, and just listening to it was like metal falling to the ground, and the appearance of iron cavalry, which could pierce people's hearts directly.

"You're welcome, Sharpshooter!"

Li Shuwen looked at the group of old friends sitting in front of him, waved his hand, and called Huo Dian Ge, who was serving on the side, to come over.

"As you all know, I am not good at speaking, so today's meeting on how the Tianjin martial arts community can emulate the Jingwu Athletic Association and promote various martial arts will be hosted by A Ge. Everyone can speak freely."

After saying that, Li Shuwen sat down, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap to relax.

(End of this chapter)