boyutpedia Chapter 56 After the Gunshots, the Tea Wasn't Cold
Chapter 56 After the Gunshots, the Tea Wasn't Cold
Guanghe Tower is so quiet right now that you could hear a pin drop.
What's that smell in the air?
The smell of blood, mixed with the lingering smell of gunpowder from the gunshot, and the still-lingering smell of lime powder.
It's pungent and irritating.
On the ground, Zhang Xiaolin's head was dented, and blood and sweat were everywhere. The mirror box in his hand, which was now twisted into a pretzel, looked like a joke.
The dozen or so martial arts instructors from the Fengtian troupe lay in pools of blood, their arms and legs severed. They didn't even dare to groan loudly, their eyes filled with the terror of seeing a living Yama.
Who would have thought?
A quarter of an hour ago, these people were the "dragons crossing the river" who roamed freely in Beijing. Now, they have become dead snakes with their tendons pulled out.
"Clatter".
In a private room on the second floor, the ash from the cigarette in Lieutenant Li's hand fell onto his trousers.
He didn't brush it off, but stared intently at the man standing downstairs in a pool of blood, whose moon-white robe was completely unstained by blood.
He swallowed hard.
"Goodness..."
"This isn't just an opera performance; this is Xiang Yu reincarnated, a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men!"
As a trusted confidant of Commander Ma, Li Biao had seen blood. But even the most ruthless swordsmen under the Commander Ma had never seen anyone who could bend a gun barrel with their bare hands and dodge bullets within five steps!
If this gets out, not only will Beiping be in an uproar, but the entire martial arts world in the north will be in an uproar!
"Lieutenant Li."
Downstairs, Lu Cheng suddenly looked up.
Although the golden light in those eyes had faded, the lingering killing intent still made Lieutenant Li feel a chill run down his spine even from a distance.
"This place is dirty, I'll have to trouble you to clean it for me."
Lu Cheng's voice was calm, as if he had just finished drinking tea and was asking the waiter to clear the table.
Li Biao was jolted awake and immediately realized what was happening.
This Lu Cheng is no longer just "Instructor Lu," he's a revered figure!
"Hey! Don't worry, Mr. Lu!"
Li Biao shouted at the top of his lungs, disregarding his status as a major, and scrambled down the stairs.
"Guards! Are they all dead?"
"Guard company, advance!"
"Drag these scum from Fengtian out of here! The dead one, throw him into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"
Splash!
A squad of soldiers carrying flower-shaped weapons rushed in.
At this moment, the soldiers looked at Lu Cheng with utter awe.
That's an instinctive worship of the strong.
Lu Cheng ignored all of this.
He turned around and walked to the edge of the stage.
On the stage, that wolf cub Lu Feng was still standing.
Half his face was covered in blood, and the other half in lime. Blood was still seeping from the cut on his waist, soaking through his black night clothes.
But he didn't fall.
The young man gripped the bloodstained single-edged sword tightly in his hand, swaying slightly. When he saw Lu Cheng approaching, a smile that was more like a grimace finally appeared on his tense face.
"Master..."
"I won."
"Not giving it to Qingyun Class...shameful."
Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
He reached out and scooped the stubborn boy off the stage.
It's burning hot to the touch; this indicates excessive blood loss and a fever.
"Well done."
Lu Cheng's voice was soft, yet it carried a firm tone.
"From this day forward, no man in Beijing will dare to call you a beggar wolf cub."
"You are Lu Cheng's apprentice."
"He's the one who brought down the Fengtian troupe!"
……
That night, the blood at Guanghelou was washed away.
But the echo of that shot seemed to have grown wings, spreading to every nook and cranny of Beiping City before dawn.
"Have you heard? Yesterday at Guanghe Tower, Master Lu manifested his divine power!"
"What miracle? That was a demon possessing him! He slapped a highly skilled martial artist to death and caught a bullet with his bare hands!"
"Nonsense, right? A person can catch bullets?"
"Hey! Don't believe me? President Liu of the Simin Martial Arts Club saw it with his own eyes! Zhang Xiaolin's gun barrel was twisted into a pretzel, and it's still hanging at the entrance of Guanghe Restaurant as a warning!"
In an instant, Lu Cheng's name went from being a "star performer" in the Peking Opera world to a "legend" in the martial arts world.
Those martial arts schools and security escort agencies that were originally eager to make a name for themselves by suppressing Lu Cheng now all cowered in their pants.
joke.
Who would want to mess with someone who can't even be killed by a gun?
Qianmen Street, Lu Residence.
Red lanterns hung high, but the house was filled with a tense, medicinal smell.
The main house in the backyard.
Lu Feng lay face down on the kang (a heated brick bed), his face ashen.
Mr. Le from Tongrentang has just passed away, leaving behind two bottles of the best "Jin Chuang Yao" (a traditional Chinese medicine for treating injuries) and a prescription for replenishing blood.
"The wound isn't deep, and it didn't damage any bones or tendons, but I lost a lot of blood."
Feng Sanniang wiped away her tears, holding a bowl of ginseng soup she had just prepared. "This child is really tough. He didn't even utter a sound of pain."
Lu Cheng sat in the armchair, playing with two top-quality lion head stones in his hands. They were old objects that had been polished to a jade-like finish.
"Third Sister, don't cry."
Lu Cheng glanced at the unconscious Lu Feng.
"This scar is a medal he earned himself."
"A man without scars is a woman."
After speaking, Lu Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back.
The room fell silent.
Lu Cheng closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his thoughts.
The long-awaited system notification sound finally rang.
Moreover, this time the commotion is bigger than any before.
[Current Performance: Crossroads]
Starring: Lu Feng (his personal disciple) / Supporting actor: Lu Cheng (supporting role)
[Current Event: The Duel at Guanghe Tower (Life or Death Arena)]
Lu Cheng was startled, and his usually calm eyes suddenly opened wide.
"The Crossroads?"
"That's not right..."
Lu Cheng had some doubts.
"This system used to be so stubborn. I had to do my own makeup, costume, and stage performance, singing, reciting, acting, and fighting before they would give me my reward."
"But in today's play, although I was supposed to be the one who went up last and killed those fools, I didn't actually get to dress up!"
"The one who really went to the edge, in the dark, and risked his life to sing the whole song was that kid Lu Feng."
Lu Cheng's gaze was fixed on that column: [Starring: Lu Feng (Disciple)].
My heart skipped a beat.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of ecstasy welled up inside me.
"Could it be...?"
"As long as they are my personally trained disciples, as long as they have formally paid homage to the patriarch and entered the Qingyun troupe's school."
"The performances they put on stage, the skills they practiced—and that feedback... you can attribute it all to me?!"
What does this mean?
This means that Lu Cheng will no longer have to work himself to the bone on stage every day.
As long as we can train these wolf cubs and make the Qingyun Troupe bigger and stronger.
That is... leveling up while lying down!
"This isn't forcing me to become a star."
Lu Cheng's gaze grew increasingly profound.
"This is forcing me to establish my own sect and become that 'patriarch' who enjoys a life of leisure!"
"good!"
"Excellent!"
Lu Cheng suppressed his excitement and continued reading.
Since it was his apprentice who performed the play, and he himself was there to oversee it, the reward would probably be quite substantial.
[Commentary: "The young phoenix's cry is clearer than the old phoenix's. The disciple sheds blood on the stage, while the master's thunderous command commands the scene. This performance of 'The Crossroads' sings of the unity between master and disciple, and depicts the rules of the martial world. The protective love for the young is enough to move heaven and earth, and the killing power shakes the night. In the battle of dodging bullets, a glimpse of the threshold of 'the Way of Sincerity' has already been seen. Physical sainthood is just around the corner!"]
[Overall Rating: Top Tier (A groundbreaking achievement, a legend in the martial arts world)]
[Reward Received:]
[1. Subtle Infusion of Power (Ten Years of Refined Internal Energy)!]
2. Special Item: Marrow Cleansing Pills (three)!