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

Chapter 573 Who says a waiter can’t practice martial arts?
Bloodstains flowed down along the sword marks, and because the color was similar to the base of the bed, it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The holes looked more like they were caused by age or woodworms, and were quite inconspicuous.

Although the waiter of the inn did not find any guests in the past two days, since the room was occupied, it would not be convenient for him to snoop around in the room. Moreover, he was not a man of the underworld and was not sensitive to these traces, so he naturally could not figure out what was going on.

Xiao Feng is different.

He had been in the underworld for many years and was once the leader of the Northern Beggars' Sect. He could see the trick at a glance.

The sword mark was still very new, and it could not have been more than three days old, while the hole next to it was obviously made by some kind of needle-shaped hidden weapon.

Thinking of this, he lifted the quilt on the bed again, and sure enough, he saw two holes of similar size and a pool of blood covered up.

"It seems that those officials were most likely murdered!"

"After killing someone, the murderer did not forget to cover up the scene. I think he must have moved the body to another place."

Xiao Feng stood up again and walked to the window, and sure enough, he saw a faint red footprint on the windowsill.

"Little Brother, where can we find this kind of red soil around here?"

The waiter walked up to take a closer look and said without hesitation: "There is a place near the City God Temple outside the city where the soil is this color."

"Um...thank you."

Xiao Feng left the inn and followed the clues to the City God Temple.

After searching for a while, we finally found a place with red soil.

There were many footprints in that place, but the footprints were all very new, and one place seemed to have been swept by something.

Xiao Feng followed the traces all the way forward and finally found the body of the Shaolin disciple and the court official deep in the bushes.

The moment he saw the corpse, Xiao Feng finally felt relieved: "As expected, this man was murdered! But the reason is puzzling..."

Thinking that the other party came to recruit him but ended up dying here for unknown reasons, Xiao Feng suddenly felt very sorry and stepped forward to carefully examine the bodies of the two.

This inspection indeed revealed that they were missing something.

“The roster is gone!”

Xiao Feng's face suddenly became solemn, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.

People in official circles don't know much about what's going on in the underworld.

In order to enable his subordinates to lock on the target as much as possible, the people in charge specially made a list, recording the names of many masters in the world, and specifically dividing up those who can be recruited.

Xiao Feng had seen this list once before and read the names on it. He knew that except for himself, the rest of the candidates were also very famous figures in the martial arts world.

Now that the two lists are missing, I guess they must have been taken away by the murderer.

If the other party really came for this purpose, then their actions are nothing more than two: one is to take action against the lobbyists, and the other is to take action against the people on the list.

At this time, the people who would attack these two groups...

"Could it be someone from the Northern Song Dynasty court?"

After much thought, they are the most likely suspects.

In order to win, improving the strength of your own chess warriors is one means, and weakening the quality of the opponent's chess warriors is another means.

There are only so many masters in the world. As long as you keep those who are willing to submit to you and eliminate those who submit to your opponents, the probability of winning will naturally increase greatly.

Anyway, no matter whether we win or lose in the end, those who are unwilling to submit to us are dangerous elements that may affect the stability of the country, and there is no need to show mercy to them.

If you think in this way, any imperial court will not have to feel any psychological burden when targeting the enemy's martial arts masters.

"It's a pity that I didn't write down the people in the book that day, otherwise I would have to remind them now..."

"Now that these two people are dead, I wonder if his promise to 'let the descendants of foreign races no longer be looked down upon by the world' still counts?"

"If it doesn't count, is there any need for me to become a chess warrior?"

After burying the bodies of the court official and Shaolin disciple, Xiao Feng fell into confusion again.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt. He simply drank to drown his sorrows! Xiao Feng turned back to the inn, slapped the table, and shouted loudly: "Waiter, bring ten kilograms of wine!"

"Master, are you also experiencing a happy event?"

The waiter stood on tiptoe, holding two jars of wine in each hand, and came up to them. He looked at them with a smile and asked, "Is your wife pregnant?"

Xiao Feng was feeling unhappy at the moment and wanted to yell "Fuck your mother's head", but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he swallowed his words back.

After all, his wife was really pregnant.

He waved his hands impatiently and said, "How dare you, a waiter, ask about our business!"

The waiter chuckled, sat down opposite Xiao Feng, and said quietly, "Isn't the biggest event in the martial arts world right now the upcoming 'chess contest' between the two Song dynasties to decide who will be the emperor?"

"Since it is a national event, it is of course related to every citizen!"

Seeing that he was speaking out of the ordinary, Xiao Feng was surprised and asked, "How can a waiter like you care about the affairs of the country?"

The waiter looked more and more proud, and he gave a thumbs up and boasted: "I'm not bragging, we run a shop and do business, so we have more information than anyone else!"

"Besides, sir, don't underestimate the people of the world."

"Who says that we, as waiters, can't know martial arts and are not considered as Jianghu people?"

Xiao Feng was very interested in what he said and asked with a smile, "Why? Did you learn a few moves from someone else?"

“Hahaha…I haven’t really studied it seriously.”

"Just over half a year ago, when I was working as a waiter at a restaurant in the north, an unknown ranger who passed by gave me a fingering secret book."

Xiao Feng was puzzled and said, "This is strange. In the martial arts world, who doesn't treasure their martial arts like a treasure? How can someone give away martial arts secrets for nothing?"

"I think that finger technique must be just a third-rate martial art in the martial arts world, so he doesn't cherish it so much."

The waiter laughed and said, "How can someone like me tell whether the fingering technique is good or not?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "If you have never learned martial arts, then not only can you not see it, but it will also be difficult to learn it without someone to teach you!"

"That's exactly the truth!"

The waiter clapped his hands and shouted, "Although the ranger was interested in helping me, he didn't think of this... Or maybe he thought of it, but just didn't want to help me more, and just wanted to see how I would perform in the future."

Xiao Feng nodded and commented: "That makes some sense... There are many people with quirks in the martial arts world, it's not surprising. So what happened next?"

"Later... I was quite lucky. Not long after that, I met a young hero."

The waiter continued, "I told him about this, and he said he was willing to teach me, but I had to let him see the secret book as well. I thought that if I couldn't learn this martial art, it would just be a few pieces of waste paper, so I agreed."

"Who would have thought that after reading the secret book, the man was very surprised and said that this was a very powerful martial art that was rarely matched in the world and was many times stronger than the legendary Shaolin magic skills."

"After that, although he learned that fingering technique, he kept his promise and taught me seriously for three days. Before leaving, he also asked me to study hard in the future."

The waiter in this shop was none other than the lucky guy to whom Lu Ping had given a copy of "Thousand Jin Finger", and the young man who he said taught him how to practice was Bai Choufei.

"Although I don't know whether what he said is true or not, I think his experience in the martial arts world must be much higher than mine. I believe him and I will really set aside half an hour every day to practice from now on."

Having said that, the waiter wiped his hands with the white cloth on his shoulder and stretched out his ten fingers.

Xiao Feng looked down and saw the pale yellow calluses on his ten fingers at first glance, and then he noticed that the index and middle fingers of his hands were quite thick, long and strong.

This is clearly a sign of someone who has practiced finger-based martial arts!
Xiao Feng praised: "No wonder you were able to walk so fast with two jars of wine in each hand just now, it turns out you have really practiced martial arts!"

He studied Shaolin martial arts since he was young and had some knowledge of those who specialized in finger techniques.

The waiter in front of him said that he had only practiced the "Thousand Jin Finger" for less than half a year, but his hands were more powerful than those monks in the Shaolin Temple who had practiced the Flower Picking Finger and the Doraemon Finger for twenty years.

If he was not lying, then the "Thousand Jin Finger" he was practicing might not be worthless as he had previously guessed, but a truly profound and unique skill!
"Luckily, I practiced it in the beginning. Later, the war between the two Song dynasties broke out, and the town where I worked was looted by soldiers. I relied on this skill to escape. After many twists and turns, I finally settled down here..."

The waiter chattered on and on, talking about his rich experiences.

As Xiao Feng listened to the story, he drank bowl after bowl of wine.

(End of this chapter)