bookcurios Chapter 39 Heading West
Chapter 39 Heading West
Looking at the direction Su Meir left, Shi Xiao said angrily.
"This slut is meeting her lover again. That guy is also a loser. He hasn't even broken this little bitch's virginity yet."
Shi Ming licked his lips and responded.
"Brother, it's not easy to attack in the Nest. We have plenty of opportunities along the way. When the time comes, we will make her serve us obediently."
The two brothers looked at each other and laughed.
Feng Yue looked at the two people smiling at each other and shook his head helplessly.
Feng Yue was nominally assisting, but he understood Sun Junyang's other intention, which was to monitor him.
Feng Yue is different from most cicada catchers. He comes from a humble background, but he is obsessed with benefiting the people.
Unfortunately, God only gave him the talent to practice martial arts, but did not give him the opportunity to read and learn.
He volunteered to become a cicada catcher for the Liang court, to govern the martial arts world, and to deter those who used force to violate the law.
Over the years, Feng Yue has performed his duties conscientiously.
Countless heroes who violated the laws of Daliang died under his iron claws, and for this he was deeply trusted by the nest master.
It was because of his ruthless behavior that he, whose original name was Yue Feng, was nicknamed Crazy Yue.
Feng Yue separated from the unbearable Shi brothers and entered Youzhou City alone.
I went to a noodle soup stall at the entrance of Zhuanwa Hutong in the west of the city and found a seat to sit down.
Feng Yue has his own small courtyard in this brick and tile alley. He usually disguises himself as a porter and takes on any laborious work that comes his way.
This noodle soup stall is run by his neighbor, Old Man Wang.
Old Man Wang had lived in Youzhou City for half his life. His wife had long since died of illness, and his son had died on the battlefield. Only he and his daughter-in-law were left at home.
On the day his daughter-in-law got married, his son went to the battlefield and did not have time to leave a descendant for the Wang family.
An old man and a widow live together every day, and it is inevitable that the neighbors will gossip about them.
But the daughter-in-law refused to remarry, and the old man was helpless.
Feng Yue bought a yard here five years ago and presents himself as a simple and honest person.
If his neighbors have any troubles, he will help without hesitation.
Old Man Wang lived across the street from him. His son had died, and he really wanted Feng Yue to be his son.
Over the past few years, Old Man Wang has long taken a liking to Feng Yue, a strong and honest man.
The old man has been trying hard to match his daughter-in-law and Crazy Mother-in-law. He knows very well that if Crazy Mother-in-law and his daughter-in-law have a son, it will be considered as leaving a descendant for their family.
Seeing that Feng Yue had returned, the old man ran back home under the pretext of going to the bathroom and called his daughter-in-law to look after the stall.
Lin Yueniang was dressed in plain clothes and had her hair tied up.
He skillfully cooked a large bowl of noodle soup, brought it to Feng Yue's table, and said slightly shyly.
"Has Brother Yue not been out working these days?"
Feng Yue blushed and said with a silly smile.
"Sister-in-law Wang, we're leaving now to repair the riverbank in the west.
I don't know when I'll be back, so before I leave, let's have a bowl of noodle soup."
After hearing what Feng Yue said, Lin Yue Niang nodded, went home, made some pancakes, and gave them to Feng Yue.
"Give these pancakes made by Yue Niang to Brother Yue to eat on the way."
Feng Yue drank his soup and looked at Yue Niang, whose face was red, and smiled foolishly.
"well..."
Ever since Crazy Yue buried his parents five years ago, he has become a madman.
Only the noodle soup stall in Zhuanwa Hutong can allow him to return to a normal life, and Lin Yueniang has become the soft spot in his heart.
In the pine forest of Donglin Academy, Su Meir, dressed in a pink robe, sat on a fallen old tree, waiting for the young man who had already lived in her heart.
In Youzhou City, there is a quiet private house on Kaiyang Street with the words "Jiyuan" hung on the door plaque.
The yard is quite large, with many small courtyards built inside.
The two brothers of the Shi family, dressed as bodyguards, entered Jiyuan through the back door.
The waiter who led the way took the two men to different courtyards, and Shi Xiao threw a piece of silver to the waiter.
"Let's go with the peach pink from last time. It's exciting enough to play with."
Obviously, this is a high-end brothel. The girls inside are all raised by the owner of the garden, so it doesn't matter if they go too far.
The two brothers are frequent visitors here. They have accidentally tortured several girls to death. Xiao Taofen is very much to their liking.
Early the next morning, two escorts arrived with a cart of goods.
A porter was carrying a bag and tools on his back.
A young daughter-in-law hired a carriage.
The four of them walked westward at the same time.
——Qingshui City, a salt field town.
Ma Zhan and Meng Yao rode their old horses to the Hairi Inn. As soon as they entered, Ma Zhan saw Ma Liu counting the bills without even raising his head.
Ma San muttered to himself, "Every time I come to the inn, Uncle Six is always settling accounts."
"Sixth Uncle, don't give up, take a break."
Ma Zhan asked the waiter to pour a cup of tea and handed it to Ma Liu.
Ma Liu frowned as the account book was blocked by the tea bowl.
After hearing Ma Zhan's voice, he closed the account book and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Hu Zi, you've reached the seventh rank, not bad."
Ma Zhan scratched his head and said, "Sixth Uncle, I followed Eighth Uncle in forging iron for half a month, and my cultivation level has improved without me noticing."
Ma Liu spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and said.
"Your Eighth Uncle's 72-style hammer technique is powerful and can sweep away thousands of enemies.
Uncle Six will teach you something different, come with me."
The people in this world don't have the habit of taking beach vacations. Ma Zhan and the other two came to a beach in the small town of Yanchang, which had been slightly renovated by Ma Liu.
There are many archery targets on the beach, some made of hay, some made of wicker, some made of wood, etc.
Ma Liu, holding a boxwood bow and carrying a bag of arrows on his back, said to Ma Zhan.
"Huzi, when you were a kid you loved coming here to play archery.
Although your archery skills are no different from those of a blind man, your strength is great and your shots are far enough."
Ma Zhan wrinkled his nose. He once saw Guo Da Xia kill two birds with one stone on TV. When he was a child, he always wanted to do the same as Guo Da Xia and shoot an eagle.
When I really touched the bow, I found that it was difficult to shoot at a target as big as an iron pot at a distance of 20 meters.
It was just like the live-fire shooting during military training in college in my previous life. The target was fifty meters away, and I had used up all ten bullets from my Type 81 automatic rifle. I didn’t even know which target was mine.
Ma Liu continued, "The art of archery is all about intention.
A primary arrow is like your own eyes, you can see wherever you look.
Don't fight the bowstring; after you draw the bow, follow the flow and release it."
"Whoosh~~"
A flare arrow flew out, and the arrow head pierced the red heart of the wooden target a hundred steps away.
Ma Liu handed the boxwood bow and arrows to Ma Zhan and said:
"Practice, and hit the bull's eye at twenty-five paces before dark."
After saying that, Ma Liu went back to the inn to continue settling accounts, leaving Ma Zhan with a confused look on his face.
"Whatever Ma Laoliu said, it's as good as nothing. It would be better to just practice instead of pretending to compete unnecessarily."
After shooting for a whole day, Ma Zhan felt like his arms were not his own and his hands couldn't help shaking.
Mengyao was gently massaging Ma Zhan. Ma Liu looked at the twenty-five arrows, which were stuck in the twenty-five bull's eyes, nodded and said.
"That's a good guess."
Ma Zhan was confused, but he had to admit that Ma Liu was right.
Ma Zhan's ability to hit the bull's eye depends entirely on probability, and every hit is a sure thing.
I don’t know how many times I picked up arrows, nor how many times I shot them.
In one day, all the arrows hit the target.