C6 (1/2)

In the blink of an eye, September had already passed.

At this time, the citizens of Niu Yang City were busy preparing for autumn planting.

October 5th.

Midnight.

The villagers who had worked hard all day were currently in a deep sleep.

The village was very quiet. A round black moon was about to land on the mountaintop from the west. The fields were hazy.

There was a light coming from the window of a wooden house on the second floor.

Mr. Chu sat at the table. A one-foot long piece of parchment was placed in the middle, and the words were densely written on it, but the words were all written in strange, Sanskrit. He saw Mr. Chu closely examine the scroll, writing on a piece of paper with a pen in hand and writing on a pile of paper in front of him. He frowned as he wrote, and gestured in the air with his hand. Little Xiang Nan was sleeping soundly on a small bed on the side. Occasionally, the light yellow pine oil lamp would emit sizzling sounds, and a small spark would burst out.

It was as if there was a wind blowing, causing the lamp to sway a few times. Suddenly, Mr. Chu, who was deep in thought, raised his hand, and something appeared in it. ”It's a wheat straw that's as long as chopsticks, but it has a piece of paper, a piece of paper with words on it!” Birch trees three miles away.

Mr. Chu's expression changed slightly. He blew out the oil lamp and stuck his head out the window. Borrowing the moonlight, there was a man in black standing in the wheat field opposite, looking in their direction. He seemed to have seen that Mr Chu had spotted him. He turned around and flew towards the west, his movements extremely fast.

Mr. Chu was stunned. He turned around to look at the place where Little Xiang Nan was sleeping, and casually placed the sheepskin scroll and paper on the table under her bed. Then, he quickly walked to the corner of the room, bent over, and fumbled with it, as if taking something out. He darted out of the window like a shadow. No one would have thought that the usually refined and refined private school teacher would have such skills!

Mister Chu flew out of the window and landed on the willow branch in front of the door like a leaf. When he looked outside, he could not see the man in black. His green robe fluttered without wind, and like a light wisp of smoke, he flew towards the west. However, his movement technique was much faster than the black clothed man's, and it was also a bit strange as his footwork seemed to have many similarities with the ”One Reed Crossing River”. After flying for a while, he saw a white forest in front of him. The man in black also ran towards the forest. His right foot tapped on the back of his left foot and his body suddenly turned 360 degrees. With a lift of his right arm, he shot towards the forest like an arrow, almost falling into the forest at the same time as the man in black.

The birch forest was very large. In the past, the commoners had planted birch trees all over the west side of the mountain in order to prevent wind, sand, and water. Now, the trees were very tall and sturdy. It was late autumn, and the trees were shiny, but the ground was littered with fallen leaves, and the ground felt soft under their feet.

”As expected of the Flipping Cloud Hand!” After not seeing you for ten years, I thought that you had already died. As for martial arts, it has seen more progress! ”

Just as Mr Chu stopped, the man in black turned around. Mr Chu could not remember who he was, and he was masked.

So he cupped his fists towards the black clothed man: ”May I ask how do I address you? This old man has never met you before, so you must have recognised the wrong person, right? ”

”Hahahaha …” ”Hahahaha …”

Unexpectedly, when the man in black heard this, he threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was shrill and filled with hatred, causing people's hair to stand on end.

”Old Lin, even if you turn into ashes, us brothers will still recognize you!” For the past ten years, the five of us have searched everywhere in the north and south of this great river to find your whereabouts. It's a good thing that the heavens have eyes, and that we brothers can find you in our lifetime and avenge second and third brother, to console brother's spirit in heaven … Hahahaha... ”Wuuu...” The laughter turned into crying, and it became even more shrill.

”Puff puff puff …” Laughter startled the crows on the treetops from their nests.

Zizi. As soon as the man in black finished speaking, four people appeared from the leaves behind him like ghosts. They were all dressed the same.