Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 397 Looking for Her in the Crowd

The world is vast, and the snow is cold and freezing.

A fierce gust of wind blew towards Qin Huai's cheek, but before it could cut a bloody wound, it was bounced away by a layer of clear light, and passed through both sides of the cloud wings, leaving a trail of cloud.

Guessing that he had entered the territory of Foshan, Qin Huai immediately concentrated and held his breath, concentrating his energy to screen all kinds of information coming from the environment in all directions, hoping to find what he wanted by looking for clues revealed on the way.

Countless sounds of birds singing, insects chirping, breathing, footsteps, and shouting that are difficult for ordinary people to hear came from afar, and the dense mountains and forests below were all in sight.

Ever since the complete transformation of the Tianrui source blood in his body, Qin Huai's physical strength has reached a new level, already surpassing most of the low-level walkers. Without opening the inheritance posture, even if facing some Seven Palaces agents, Qin Huai has the confidence to fight with them.

With the enhancement of several major personal growth abilities, Qin Huai's current eyesight, hearing and other senses have reached an extraordinary level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and are no worse than the effects of some search skills.

Suddenly, Qin Huai's eyes lit up and he caught a glimpse of a few flames in the darkness.

Yun Yi paused for a moment and descended in altitude. Qin Huai looked with his extraordinary vision and saw a group of Qing soldiers guarding a checkpoint with open arms, confronting a dozen porters pulling carts.

Several Qing soldiers wearing cotton helmets and leather jackets were rummaging through the hay piled on the cart with their swords.

From the outside, this cart looked no different from other carts used to carry fodder for cattle and horses. After several Qing soldiers poked it with their swords and confirmed that there were no hidden weapons or guns inside, they waved their hands and prepared to let the laborers go.

"slow!"

The leader of the Qing soldiers sniffed and stopped the driver who was about to leave. He felt that he could smell a faint smell of medicine. Suspicious, he looked at the driver whose faces could not be seen in the dim environment in the light of the fire, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "How can you, the lowly people who have been pulling carts for years, have such delicate skin and tender flesh? You must be rebels!"

Seeing the tall and thin young man disguised as a porter hiding behind a few sturdy men, the Qing soldiers immediately became alert and raised their bows and swords at once.

"Search it for me. There is more than just fodder in it. It must contain medicinal herbs that can save lives!"

"Fight them!"

Before he could finish his words, a young man with charcoal salt stains on his face and a bulge on his waist pulled out two revolvers, aimed at the Qing soldiers, and pulled the triggers.

Bang bang bang!
The rest of the men either drew their guns and shot, or pulled out rattan shields from under the nearby carts and stood beside their companions to block the flying arrows and lead bullets.

Boom boom boom~
At the end of the official road far away from the checkpoint, bursts of engine roars were heard, and snowflakes on the tree branches fell rustlingly. Both groups of people were brave and careful, and when they saw the sudden change, they immediately relied on the checkpoints and carts, observing the approaching people while firing their guns and arrows.

Soon, a motorcycle with raised tires and flashing headlights emerged from the dense forest. On the saddle sat a handsome man and a beautiful woman, both dressed in hunting suits with vests and breeches. Each of them held two huge revolvers and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the checkpoint.

"Where did the iron horse come from?!"

"motorcycle?"

The reactions of both sides were different, but when the porters saw the man and woman suddenly rushing out and pointing their guns at the checkpoint, they had some guesses in their minds, but they still did not let down their guard.

The Qing army commander saw that the man was strange and had no armor on his body, so he guessed that he was probably a Honolulu native who had studied abroad, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Brothers, hello together!"

But just as he finished speaking, a gust of sand and dust came from nowhere and blinded his eyes. With a bang, a gunshot rang out, and the Qing army commander was dead.

Qin Huai, trying to do two things at once, twisted the handle and used [Flying Sand and Rolling Stones] to deflect the incoming arrows and bullets. Ao Ling leaned against his back and the motorcycle swayed from side to side until they were already close to the Qing army's checkpoint. He fired his two guns in rapid succession and in just three or two breaths, he shot out several heads of Qing soldiers with bows and arrows drawn, and in the process blew the obstructing chevaux de frise into pieces.

There was a chaotic noise and gunfire. The tires left ruts and blood all over the snow. Qin Huai circled the checkpoint twice and Ao Ling killed all the Qing soldiers who came to suppress the civil unrest. His movements were quick and clean, like cutting through the Gordian knot, without any delay.

Qin Huai stopped the motorcycle that had just been riding like an angry beast, pushed down the side stand with his foot, and ignored Ao Ling who was blowing muzzle smoke and imitating the style of a western cowboy. He turned his head to glance at the Hongsheng rattan shields in the hands of the porters behind him and asked.

"Are you from Hongsheng Pavilion? How is Senior Chen these days?"

"Master, everything is fine. Your Excellency?"

The leading young man saw that Qin Huai had an extraordinary demeanor and had short hair without a braid, and also saw the ruthless attitude of the two men towards the Qing army just now, so he was less cautious in his words.

"Qin Huai of Baji Sect, the owner of Jinlou."

Qin Huai pointed at the Hongsheng rattan plaques in their hands and continued, "I was on my way just now, and when I saw the fire and the sound of killing here, I came to take a look. After recognizing your Hongsheng Pavilion's rattan plaques, I knew you were not bad people, so I helped you."

"It's Brother Qin from Jinlou!"

The Honolulu people disguised as porters exchanged glances with each other, and after thinking carefully, someone finally remembered what Qin Huai looked like when he came to Foshan to build the Golden Tower.

Qin Huai's facial features have not changed, he is just more mature. Although his clothes are different, he looks exactly like the nobleman who made the Guangfu Martial Arts Association earn a lot of money!
"I remembered?"

Qin Huai smiled and glanced at the fodder on the cart imperceptibly.

"Not bad."

The young man in the lead nodded quickly and told his companions to put down their muskets and shields that were ready to fire.

"I came to Foshan this time to visit Elder Chen, and I happened to run into you, so let's go together so that we can take care of each other."

Qin Huai raised his chin towards the cart and asked, "I see that most of these are medicines for injuries, but many brothers in Hongsheng Hall have been killed or injured recently?"

"Brother Qin, this is a long story. We can't stay here for long. Let's talk while we walk."

The leading young man looked at the mess in front of him, turned around and called out, and the rest of the Honolulu people, who had looted the Qing soldiers' equipment, immediately moved away the barricades, lassoed the carts onto several military horses behind the checkpoint, and prepared to escape.

Qin Huai nodded, got on the motorcycle, and followed Ao Ling silently after he put away his guns.

After walking for about a few miles, Qin Huai keenly realized that they were heading northwest, and the distance between them and Hongsheng Pavilion in Foshan City was not getting closer, but getting farther away.

"Brother Yidong, aren't we going to Hongsheng Pavilion?"

"Brother Qin, you don't know that the city is full of scavengers now, biting anyone they catch. In order to avoid trouble, the ancestor led us to a deserted village outside the city, which can conceal our presence and facilitate discussion of important matters."

The young man was named Lin Yidong, a fourth-generation disciple of Hongsheng Hall, and a native of Honolulu who had studied abroad. He was very talkative. From him, Qin Huai learned a lot of information about the current situation in the Guangdong and Guangdong regions.

After about half an hour, Lin Yidong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dark outline of the mountain in the distance, and spoke to Qin Huai beside him.

"Brother Qin, we're here!"
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At the hour of Mao in the morning, the cocks had just crowed and the sky was about to turn white. Chen Dianying, the founder of Hongsheng Pavilion, the founder of Cailifoquan, and the grandmaster of Southern Fist, was standing in the courtyard in a white training suit, slowly practicing the Wulunma. His fists and kicks blended with the heaven and earth, giving rise to a sense of harmony.

At this moment, a golden line seemed to appear in the distant sky, like the rising light of dawn, but in just a moment, it disappeared into the green mountains without a trace.

Chen Dianying, now a hundred years old with white hair and beard and vigorous spirit, felt something in his heart. He looked up at the hills in the southeast direction, slowly ended his daily morning class.

"Master, the director sent another batch of wounded soldiers yesterday, and we are running low on medicine."

A young man, about thirty years old, wearing a gray robe and short coat, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a sturdy build, walked out of the house, smelling of medicine, and reported something to Chen Dianying in a low voice.

"Oh? Not enough? Just hold on a little longer. Everything will get better when Yidong and the others come back from Southeast Asia to buy medicinal herbs."

Chen Dianying listened to his disciple's words and walked towards the gate. "Let's go and see how their injuries are. The weather has been cold recently. Although those wounds may not fester or become worse, they can still be life-threatening if not treated properly."

The wooden door opened, and the rustling sound of footsteps brought some life to the originally dilapidated village.

The village is located in the southwest of Foshan, about 10 to 20 miles away, leaning against Xiqiao Mountain. Few people know its name. In this year, more than a hundred people have left or died. Most of the young and strong have gone out to make a living. Those who can stay are mostly elderly people with weak legs and feet.

Chen Dianying cultivated himself in Xiqiao Mountain decades ago and often cooked in this village. Over time, this place became a secret place of Hongsheng Pavilion, which provided money, food, medicine and other assistance to the heroes who resisted the rule of the Qing Dynasty. In recent years, the Yihe movement has revived, and with Chen Dianying in charge, this place has become a paradise that protects the people of Honolulu. For a while, it really became quite popular.

The two walked along the country dirt road and soon came to a two-story courtyard with a half-open wooden door.

But in the square yard, there were many people lying, each of them with a red scarf on their head, their bodies covered in blood. Some were sitting against the wall with tasseled spears in their arms, some were holding big swords, and some were missing limbs, lying on a straw mat with medicine bowls beside them. They were all wounded.

There were also people who were struggling to hold a rough earthenware bowl, their throats moving, and it took them a long time to swallow a mouthful of medicine.

"If Jinlou hadn't sent us a few more batches of anti-inflammatory secret medicines these days, the casualties among our brothers would have been much higher than they are now."

Looking at the wounded wrapped in bandages with blood oozing from their wounds, the young man had a complicated expression.

Chen Dianying, who had been against the Qing Dynasty for decades and had witnessed the separation of life and death, was not as sentimental as the young men. He first walked to the side of several Boxers with the most serious injuries, felt their pulses, removed the outer bandages and looked at the wounds, and then began to adjust the ratio of medicine and treatment methods for these people one by one.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly followed behind, taking paper and pen to record the medical records of the different injured people.

I don’t know how long it had been, but suddenly the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the village, which had always been deserted.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, figures suddenly appeared in the originally dilapidated village, and a murderous atmosphere spread everywhere.

It was not until the coachman showed his face that I heard someone greeting me enthusiastically.

"It's Yidong, Ziming and the others!"

I saw a dozen big men driving a few carts filled with hay and wrapped with herbs for treating external injuries.

Before they stopped, a horse-drawn carriage carrying a man and a woman rushed out from behind the convoy.

"Is this the Dong family?"

A burly man with a strong build and broad shoulders rushed out from the crowd, and his expression became a little excited when he saw Qin Huai.

"Hmm? You are Zhang Meng?!"

Qin Huai looked at the big man with several new scars on his cheeks and dug out the man's name from his distant memory.

The northern martial artist who had played tricks on him and was then recruited into the Jinlou as the chief guard.

Seeing Qin Huai looking at his face, Zhang Meng laughed, "Boss, why did you want to come to Foshan? Are you here to see Master Bingwu?"

"Yes, is Uncle Wu here?"

Qin Huai asked.

"Boss, you may not know that Master Bingwu met with a few friends a few days ago and then decided to go north to find some kind of magic doctor. All the staff of our Jinlou have been temporarily entrusted to Senior Chen of Hongsheng Pavilion. As for what happened in detail, I, a rough man, can't understand it. How about I take you to see Senior Chen?"

"Not here again?"

Qin Huai frowned. He had a bad feeling, but he didn't say much. He followed Zhang Meng all the way to the village.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I saw an old man with white hair and beard giving silver needles to the wounded, and there were a few men beside him feeding medicine to the people.

"These brothers followed Mr. Huang and fought their way out of the Qing dogs' encirclement. The doctors at Hongsheng Clinic haven't slept for some time. There are also a few martial arts practitioners who often come here to take care of them."

"When I was practicing just now, I felt that a distinguished guest would come today, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man put away the silver needle, turned around, and looked directly at Qin Huai who was beside Zhang Meng. He was stunned at first, as if he couldn't believe it, and then he felt relieved.

"Four years, four years. Just four years of traveling far away has earned you a great master. You are really a character!"

Chen Dianying felt a little emotional as he looked at Qin Huai, whom even he couldn't figure out.

"Senior Chen, how are you these days?"

Qin Huai smiled slightly and saluted.

Chen Dianying smiled and helped Qin Huai straighten up, looked him up and down, and said "good" several times.

Just looking at the wounded on the ground, Chen Dianying suppressed his smile and said gently: "Now is not the time to chat. Let's talk about the past after I cure them all."

But Qin Huai, who was extremely anxious at the moment, could not wait any longer. He immediately took out a stack of talismans and handed them to Zhang Meng beside him: "One talisman can dissolve into five bowls of water. Give them to drink, and they will be fine the next day."

"Xiao Qin, what are you doing?"

"The Qingwei Medicine Talisman was obtained by chance and can cure all diseases. Senior, there is no need to worry about them. I have something urgent to ask you."

After saying that, Qin Huai looked at Chen Dianying steadily.

(End of this chapter)