Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 534: If you come again, you will definitely come again
The fact that the Northern Song Emperor's origin was questionable was deliberately spread by some people and completely swept the entire Northern Wulin.

In just one month, all kinds of rumors spread.

A few days later, the Southern Song Emperor produced evidence that proved that the Northern Song Emperor was Guan Qi's son, including:

The neighbors of the nunnery where Xiaobai practiced as a monk in his youth, the innkeeper who saw Guan Qi and Xiaobai walking together, and the orphan of a merchant who was killed by Guan Qi because of the "Sichuan Braised Noodles" incident...

With this so-called "witness" and "evidence", the Emperor of Southern Song immediately expressed his hope that the Emperor of Northern Song would return half of the country and reunite the two Song dynasties through peaceful means.

This idea was naturally rejected by the Northern Song Emperor.

Half a month later, the Southern Song Dynasty launched a Northern Expedition under the pretext of "reclaiming the Zhao Song imperial power" and marched its troops towards Bian Jing. From then on, the two Song Dynasties were at war, and the northern Wulin fell into turmoil again.

Various forces in the underworld took sides, some supporting the Southern Song Dynasty's "Zhao Song orthodoxy", some supporting the Northern Song Dynasty's "legitimate defense", some establishing their own side, watching from the sidelines, waiting for the right opportunity, or simply choosing to retire from the world.

For a time, soldiers, bandits, robbers, famine and other disasters were rampant. All parts of the Song Dynasty were in turmoil and the people were living in misery. Dali was also affected and its economy continued to decline.

……

Half a year later, at the border between the two Song dynasties, I came to the town again.

The sky seemed to be covered by a layer of black cloth, making it hard for pedestrians to breathe.

The spring rain has been falling in the town for half a month, and today there were bursts of muffled thunder.

At the entrance of the inn, a little girl with pigtails stared blankly at the sky and murmured, "Grandpa, when will the rain stop?"

The man she called grandpa was the musician invited by the inn.

The old musician is already old, with cloudy and dim eyes, a very thin body, and hands that are almost skin and bones. It seems that the only ears on his body that are still relatively functional.

For a musician, ears are their livelihood, so old musicians always keep their ears clean so that they can hear other people's voices clearly and accurately identify the sound of the erhu strings in their hands.

Hearing his granddaughter's question, the old musician thought for a few seconds and replied: "Probably when the war stopped."

People of the older generation often say that the rain from the sky is God’s tears.

There has been no sun in Zaila Town for half a month. It must be that God is not kind and is feeling sad for those who died in the war and those who are about to go to the battlefield.

The little girl asked again: "When will the war stop?"

The old musician had no answer to this question: "Well... Grandpa doesn't know either."

The little girl could only look up at the sky with melancholy and pray quietly: "I really hope it will stop soon!"

"It has been raining these days, and the inn's business is very bad. Not many people come to listen to us play the erhu."

Although the girl is not very old, her thinking is very clear: for the two of them, the grandfather and granddaughter, only by playing the erhu can they get rewards. If no one supports them, they will have no money to eat.

The old musician fell silent after hearing this.

He knew that the reason why the inn's business was so bad was not just because of the bad weather, but also because Zaila Town was currently in the midst of a war.

Two months ago, the Northern Song Dynasty court deployed 100,000 troops in "Chaonan City" 20 miles north of Zailai Town; the Southern Song Dynasty court deployed 100,000 troops in "Wangbei City" 20 miles south of Zailai Town.

The 200,000-strong army is in opposition. Three small wars have broken out in the past two months, with 20,000 casualties on each side, which is considered heavy casualties.

Zhailai Town is just a small town with a population of less than 3,000. It is sandwiched in the middle, unable to advance or retreat, and its situation is quite embarrassing.

In addition, there were reports of war every few days, so everyone in the town was in a panic.

In this case, of course no one dares to go out on the streets easily.

The old musician and his granddaughter sat at the door of the inn, looking at the noisy and lonely street, and looked at each other in silence.

Sudden--

"Old man, is your inn still doing business?"

The old musician was startled when he suddenly heard the voice.

When I looked closely, I saw a figure holding an umbrella standing quietly three meters away in the drizzle, looking at me with a smile on his face.

The old musician has been playing the violin for many years, and when he was young he learned skills from a blind martial arts master. He is proud of his hearing, and few people can match it. On weekdays, he can clearly hear several footsteps in the rain even if they are half a street away.

But this time, he didn't notice the movement until the person stood three meters in front of him.

"This young man... could he be the Rain Ghost?"

The old musician looked at the boy holding the umbrella carefully for a long time, and after confirming that he was not from the town, he was secretly surprised.

"Two hundred thousand soldiers from the two Song dynasties, one in the south and one in the north, have trapped Zailai Town in the middle, so that no one from outside has come here in the past two months. How come a stranger came today?"

Years of experience in the martial arts world made the old musician realize that the young man in front of him was extremely unusual.

But since the customers have already come, we naturally have to do business.

Even if it wasn't for the innkeeper who was kind enough to take him in, or for himself who was about to be buried, he still had to think about his granddaughter.

"Yes, yes... Please come in, young master!"

The old musician stood up and greeted him with a smile.

The boy stepped forward and put away his umbrella.

As the two got closer, the old musician suddenly discovered something even stranger.

Although the rain outside was not heavy, the wind was strong. It was impossible for ordinary people to walk on the road without getting wet at all. However, this young man was very dry, and even the upper of his shoes was not wet at all. This was absolutely impossible!
“Is it really a ghost?”

The old musician suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and thought to himself, "I've often heard people say that places with heavy dead air and yin energy are more likely to have wandering ghosts."

"Yes, yes... Right now, there is a battlefield outside of Zai Lai Town, and it is cloudy inside. Isn't it just the right time for death and yin energy?"

Thinking of this, the old musician looked at the young man's back as he walked into the inn, and prayed silently: "If you are really a ghost, just take me away, and don't set your eyes on this lovely granddaughter of mine..."

"What the hell? Did the old man see a ghost?"

When Lu Ping heard the voice, he turned around and waved his hand in front of the old musician. He was afraid that the old musician would suddenly give him a myocardial infarction, so he quickly reached out to feel the old musician's pulse.

Well... my pulse is still strong and my heart is healthy, but my hands are weak, probably because I'm hungry.

When the old musician saw Lu Ping suddenly grab his hand, his heart almost jumped into his throat. It was not until he felt the warmth coming from Lu Ping's body that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Scared me!
It turned out to be a human...

As we all know, ghosts have no physical form and are definitely eerie, but the young man in front of us has a physical form and his body has temperature, so he definitely cannot be a ghost but must be a human.

Since it was a human being, the old musician was not afraid.

What does it mean that I didn't hear the footsteps? It must be because I'm getting old!
What's the big deal if you're too dry? The other person's umbrella must be very strong!
After secretly comforting himself, the old musician invited Lu Ping into the inn and asked his granddaughter to pour him tea.

Lu Ping leaned his umbrella against the corner of the table, drank his tea and said quietly, "I came to the town after walking for most of the way, and only your inn is still doing business. Why is the market in the town so tense now?"

"It's because of the war outside..."

The old musician sat opposite Lu Ping and began to talk about the changes in the town in the past few months.

It turned out that the town had become much more desolate since the two Song dynasties deployed their troops outside.

Those who used to travel far and wide to do business now no one dares to come in or go out.

Important stocks such as food and medicinal materials in the town have been gradually consumed over time without being replenished, becoming increasingly scarce. In recent times, they have even been sold at sky-high prices.

Due to the shortage of food, the inns in the town were unable to do business and had to close their doors to guests.

There weren't many ingredients left in the inn, so even the boss and the waiter chose to rest. But the old musician still held out a little hope, hoping that someone would be willing to come and listen to his music at this time so that he could earn some money, so he took the initiative to take on the job of watching the store and doing business.

"When war breaks out, it becomes difficult for people to survive..."

"I've experienced this kind of day once when I was young. I didn't expect to experience it again now that I'm old..."

Lu Ping listened to his complaints quietly. It was not until a long while later that the old musician realized that something was wrong and apologized quickly: "Sorry, sorry, I talked too much..."

"It's okay." Lu Ping smiled slightly and poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him.

At this moment...

Boom——! ! !
A loud thunderclap was heard in the distance, and the earth shook suddenly and for a long time.

The noise scared both the old musician and the little girl.

"What a terrible thunder..."

"No, it's not thunder."

The old musician has lived for decades and can still distinguish thunder from thunder: "It feels like an earthquake..."

earthquake?

Considering the faint vibration coming from under my feet, this is indeed the most reasonable explanation.

But Lu Ping always felt something was a little strange, and felt even more uneasy, so he immediately stood up and said, "Old man, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Having said that, he rushed out of the inn without waiting for an answer.

"Eh? sir, you haven't got your umbrella yet..."

The old musician picked up Lu Ping's fallen umbrella and ran out of the inn, but he saw that the whole street was empty, without a single person in sight. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

"That boy... is he a human or a ghost?"

Lu Ping walked out of the inn, tiptoed, and immediately rushed out of the town with excellent lightness skills.

He used his inner strength to erect an invisible barrier around his body. Even though he was in the rain, he was still not touched by any moisture. Soon he left Zaila Town and landed on top of a big tree outside the town.

Looking up into the distance, I suddenly saw a raging flood in the distance.

The loud bang just now and the continuous shaking under our feet were caused by the bursting of a dam more than ten miles away!

Although it is not known whether the dam burst was a natural disaster or a man-made calamity, the area within a radius of dozens of miles has become a swamp, and the overwhelming flood is rushing towards Zailai Town with the force of a galloping horse.

"Not good!"

Lu Ping cried out inwardly that something was wrong and flew towards the direction where the flood was coming from. In the blink of an eye, he was a hundred feet away and arrived in front of the flood.

Then he tapped the ground with one foot, leaped into the air, holding the sword in his hand, and activated his internal strength.

Suddenly, a chill accompanied by sword energy burst out, shaking the earth—

"Snow embraces the icy plum!!"

(End of this chapter)