Chapter 2 (2/2)

Yun Shu struggled to free himself from the two disciples and gave the elderly men a palm-hold-fist salute. “I’ll keep that in mind, and I’ll surely behave myself.”

The fat elderly man burst out laughing. “Interesting. I’ve been guarding this place for years, but you’re the first one to talk to me with a smile. I like you, boy. Here, I’ll give you a gift!”

He rummaged around in his sleeve, found a key, handed it to Yun Shu, and said, “Thirty miles away from here in the valley, there’s a stone shelter. It belongs to you now. Not everyone here can enjoy a place to live in, you know. Well, actually, very few do.”

Not expecting such a big gift, Yun Shu gave the elderly men the same salute once again and said, “Thank you very much, sir. I’ll work hard!”

“Work hard? For what?” The fat elderly man didn’t know what the boy was talking about. He shook his head and smiled. “I like this boy.”

The thin elderly man finally made a comment, though only a snort.

Yun Shu directly headed for the three stone steles.

Once inside, Yun Shu directly headed for the three stone steles. He did not want to spend his whole life in this godforsaken place. And the steles were his only chance to extricate him from this sentence.

However, the real situation was totally different.

The three old stone steles stood tall and upright. But the square was empty.

After a second glance, Yun Shu finally saw a person with messy hair sitting in front of the stele in the middle.

However, the person quickly reached out an arm and grabbed the wooden sword in the front. With it, the person drew a line on the ground ahead of Yun Shu.

“Trespass, and you’re dead!” warned the person coldly.

It was a woman!

Yun Shu looked down at the wooden sword. It was not sharp at all, but he had no doubt that it could snuff out his life.

“Sorry.” Yun Shu stepped aside.

After his failed attempt to start a conversation, he sat down in front of the first stele. However, what he saw was totally out of his expectation: the stele was indeed cut with many strokes, and they were well aligned, but they didn’t form characters.

Having no choice, Yun Shu walked to the stele in the middle where the woman was. He made sure to keep a proper distance from her, though. He then looked up at this stele, on which the strokes appeared to be even messier than the other two. The jumbled strokes were still beyond him, yet somehow, he could feel something just by staring at them.

His eyes kept tracking the strokes as he read the lines further. Unconsciously, the Qi in his meridians also started getting active and gathered together. Then the warm stream slowly flowed into his dantian.

What was going on? Was it…?!