boyutpedia Chapter 31 Flying Knife Takes a Life, Snow-Covered Mountain Temple
Chapter 31 Flying Knife Takes a Life, Snow-Covered Mountain Temple
The group walked and stopped frequently, but the unusual tranquility of the day sent chills down their spines.
Throughout the day, whether eating, drinking, or traversing mountains and forests, everyone was on high alert, but nothing happened.
Until the moon was high in the sky, its clear light poured down, and the frost-like moonlight fell on the snow in the forest. A small stream with floating ice looked like a silver dragon shedding its bones and an ice dragon shedding its scales, with a hazy ice light shining in all directions, making the surroundings cold.
Xinmei's brows betrayed his weariness. Due to his injuries, he had spent the entire day sitting on the carriage frame with You Longsheng, both driving and keeping watch for possible sneak attacks from the Five Poisons Child.
But after the Five Poison Boys still hadn't shown up, even he, who had been a vegetarian and chanting Buddhist scriptures for years, felt an indescribable anxiety. He nervously fiddled with his prayer beads and turned to the carriage, saying:
"Mr. Wei, you had a duel with the Five Poison Child, haven't you noticed anything unusual all day?"
Inside the carriage, Wei Wu sat cross-legged on a soft couch, his hands resting lightly on his lower abdomen. An invisible ball of true energy enveloped a three-inch-long flying knife floating in his palm. The blade, including the handle, was seven inches long. Although it was free of rust, it was nothing special either; it was an ordinary knife that even a blacksmith's apprentice could forge.
But this small knife is a top-tier weapon of mass destruction in the martial arts world.
The flying knife is deadly, and it never misses its mark!
Xinmei's voice came in, and Wei Wu still maintained the posture of gazing at the sky with five hearts. Although the events of the past few days had not yet spread rapidly, with the "propaganda" of Long Xiaoyun and the Money Gang, Wei Wu's reputation was also growing rapidly. Without exception, he poured all of that into Little Li Flying Dagger, so at this time, his Little Li Flying Dagger was close to being perfected.
He merely twitched his brow twice, and let out a soft snort of displeasure: "The Five Poisons Child didn't poison you, and you're still not happy?"
How shameless!
The voices outside the carriage froze for a moment, then came You Longsheng's cautious voice: "But he never comes, and we're getting anxious waiting for him."
Lin Xian'er suddenly threw the tea in her hand out and cursed, "In the end, all you do is not believe that the master's poison skills are better than that damned Five Poison Boy!"
That cowardly rat, hiding his head and tail, didn't even show his face, yet he scared you renowned masters of the martial arts world, high monks of Shaolin Temple, and promising young talents into a state of panic.
Ha! You're all quite capable. If you're panicking, go and shout, summon the Five Poison Child, or curse him out—that would be a feat for you. But you insist on coming to ask my master about the Five Poison Child. You're really something!
It's no wonder Lin Xian'er cursed loudly; she had been in the carriage all day, but no matter how she tried to seduce him or inadvertently reveal her charm, Wei Wu remained focused on his cultivation, showing none of the passion he had shown the previous night.
This finally made Lin Xian'er realize the sense of crisis—
She is by no means irreplaceable!
Therefore, Lin Xian'er put on a show of being loyal to Wei Wu, thus solidifying her identity as a "loyal dog".
Lin Xian'er's martial arts skills weren't particularly high, and her voice wasn't particularly sharp, but the people outside the carriage were all sharp-eyed and discerning, at least second-rate figures in the martial arts world. Hearing these words felt like a slap across the face, leaving their cheeks burning.
Even though Lin Xian'er had said all that, they remained unmoved. They didn't have the guts to curse the Five Poison Child.
Xue Yingzi, feeling both tense and embarrassed, immediately pointed into the distance and said, "Instead of traveling through the night, why don't we rest for the night? If I remember correctly, there's a mountain god temple in the distance. Let's rest there for a while."
In fact, in order to conserve enough energy to deal with possible attacks, they walked and stopped frequently throughout the day, taking turns to rest several times even when they weren't sleepy.
However, waking up in the morning and going to bed at night is already an instinctive routine for them. When the moon is high in the sky, even if they are not sleepy, they can't help but feel a little tired.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wu ended his meditation and breath adjustment, temporarily ceasing his practice of Little Li Flying Dagger. A glint of dagger light seemed to flash in his eyes, a chilling light like frost and snow, yet it vanished in an instant, leaving no trace of anything unusual.
He has good talent, but the Little Li Flying Dagger is also a top-notch martial art. Even with a cheat code, it will still take some time to master it.
Then it will truly be a case of "a flying knife that can kill without ever missing its mark"!
The blade never misses its mark!
His blade is unstoppable!
However, the "Little Li Flying Dagger" in Li Xunhuan's hands can be called the Little Li Divine Dagger, a righteous dagger that is not easily drawn.
But in Wei Wu's hands, this became a hidden weapon used to kill and take lives.
Wei Wu lifted the curtain and stepped out. His gaze swept across the silvery path, and his slightly narrowed eyes reflected the magnificent scene of snow and ice meeting the sky. He then smiled and said:
"There is nothing wrong with that."
The Five Poison Child wouldn't back down, nor would he be delayed by anything; he'd either be dead or preparing a powerful attack.
Cao Cao favored the latter.
He jumped out of the car and followed the others toward the mountain god temple in Xue Yingzi's memory. He looked around along the way and finally noticed something unusual. As a result, he became more and more relaxed, like a young master who came out to enjoy the snow.
Although it is said that "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," when the people traveling are a group of warriors who are even more stamina than horses, the mountain road is not so far.
The group quickly arrived at the mountain god temple. From a distance, they could see a flame inside, indicating that there were other people inside.
Everyone immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Wei Wu then pushed a path through them and led the way inside.
"The Five Poison Boy isn't Shangguan Jin Hong. Did he have a brain fart and wait for me in the mountain god's temple instead of using poison, choosing to rely on martial arts?"
Xinmei and Xinjian followed behind, sighing "Amitabha." Qin Zhong and the Shaolin disciples followed closely, maintaining the Arhat Staff Formation at all times.
The rest of the martial arts practitioners, led by Xue Yingzi and You Longsheng, followed closely behind them.
There were two unexpected groups of people inside the mountain god temple.
The first group was a grandfather and granddaughter. The old man had white hair and was carrying a pipe. Beside him was a little girl with two long, shiny black braids. She must have been his granddaughter. Her bright, watery eyes were like shining stars in the night sky.
The fire was right in front of the two of them.
Another group huddled in a corner, consisting of only one person, disheveled but a beggar, with a straight green bamboo wrapped in his arms. He was curled up in the corner, fast asleep, and even when people came in, his snoring never stopped.
This only made the firelight flicker even more.
"Grandpa, so many people have come!" A beautiful young girl with eyes like black gemstones showed no signs of drowsiness that should accompany the night. She looked at everyone with lively eyes, especially the most handsome Wei Wu, and said with a grin:
"How about you tell stories to earn some money for tomorrow's meals?"
Qin Zhong was worried that the grandmother and granddaughter might be a hidden hand left by the Five Poison Child, and even after hearing the little girl's words, he did not waver in the slightest.
He walked quickly to the grandfather and grandson, so fast that he stirred up a gust of wind.
The wind whipped up the fire, and the flames, like two venomous snakes, pounced on the grandfather and grandson.
The old man was half asleep, half awake, his eyes still sleepy. His blank expression showed no reaction to the approaching flames; he stood there dumbfounded, not even bothering to dodge.
As the flames were about to engulf his face, Qin Zhong's eyes sharpened, and he unleashed another palm strike, the wind fueling the fire, which solidified into a palm print.
But a hand blocked the flames.
The fierce and scorching flames landed in that hand, becoming as docile as a lamb, spreading along this impeccable palm and forming a glove in the palm.
Snapped!
Wei Wu raised his hand, and the flaming glove lashed out at Qin Zhong's face, sending his 140-pound body flying far away and crashing into the ground beneath the altar.
The old man's eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up in shock, opening his mouth to say, "Ah..."
It wasn't a surprised scream, but rather a bewildered expression of not knowing what had happened.
The girl with the braid clapped her hands and giggled, praising, "I never imagined you were not only beautiful, kind-hearted, and skilled in martial arts!"
Wei Wu replied with a smile, "That's true, but not entirely true."
"Where is it right? Where is it wrong?" The girl with the braids wasn't intimidated at all. Her big eyes darted around, and she stood up to help her grandfather sit down, excitedly saying, "If you tell me the answer, I'll tell you a story!"