raknovel Chapter 107 Don't Mess with Honest People, A Dream Omen
Chapter 107 Don't Mess with Honest People, A Dream Omen
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Momoi Shusui's arm went limp, her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.
He exhaled a puff of gray-black smoke, which was formed from blood.
His face was as black as ink.
"What an amazing gossip master! That wolf cub, Yagyu Haruno, is just stirring up trouble out of nothing."
"He turned a perfectly favorable situation into this mess."
No wonder he was angry.
Originally, Li Xin, under the name of "Third Prince Nezha," slaughtered his way across the land, without specifically targeting the Sakura faction.
On the contrary, in some respects, they are actually on the same side.
Li Xin killed eight corrupt officials and local bullies.
Isn't this precisely the stubborn resistance force that the Reform Party is determined to deal with?
The reformers and the conservatives have been fighting so fiercely lately that people's brains have turned to mush, and there are bloodshed incidents every day.
On the surface, it's a clash of ideologies, but in reality, it's a battle for interests.
If neither side yields an inch, one side will inevitably suffer a complete defeat, losing both life and reputation.
Under these circumstances, the brothers Yagyu Haruno and Yagyu Hakuro actually provoked Li Xin, and the two sides even formed a life-and-death feud.
They forcefully pushed the reformers, this uninvited but invaluable weapon, to the enemy's side.
No, it's creating an enemy out of thin air for yourself.
Now, the shameful blade is hard to sheath.
We have no choice but to retaliate.
But at this moment, Cheng Yuanhua changed his usual style and came to challenge the two top experts of the Eastern Barbarians.
He almost succeeded.
Thinking about this, Momoi Shusui felt like vomiting blood.
His injuries were severe, and it would be extremely difficult for him to recover to his peak fighting strength without a month or two of rest.
With the reform movement imminent—at this crucial moment, such chaos has erupted; one can only say it is fate.
And the mist conceals the mystery.
On the surface, his injuries were not as severe as his.
However, the shikigami Yuki Onna was defeated by Cheng Yuanhua's desperate Qian Yuan Fierce Fire Palm, which caused Yuki Onna to regress into a baby, now only the size of a palm.
We have lost this capable assistant.
Wu Yinxuan will lose at least 70% of his skills.
His heart ached even more.
Not to mention the fire energy entering his body, clashing with his ice and snow energy—
I don't know how long it will take for the injury to heal.
Looking at the large group of soldiers rushing towards them from afar.
The two were determined to go all out and ordered their men to head straight to Flower Market Street and wipe out the Cheng family's gossip operation, but after thinking about it, they forced themselves to hold back.
There was no expert to restrain them.
Not only Cheng Yuanhua, but also Li Xin were there.
If a real fight breaks out, it's hard to say who will live and who will die.
"Baka!"
Overwhelmed with sorrow, Momoi Shusui coughed up another mouthful of blood and collapsed backward.
"My lord, my lord."
People rushed forward immediately, some carrying medicine boxes.
early morning.
The birdsong outside the window is serene and peaceful.
In the distance, a line of red sunset glowed across the sky, warming the courtyard.
The little ones had already gotten up, some were doing horse stance, some were circling around, and some were kicking trees.
Zhuang Hongxiu, however, did not throw a punch.
Instead, she helped her aunt prepare breakfast.
The side door panel has been removed, and the aroma of mutton soup and baked flatbread is irresistible.
The steamed buns in the steamer are steaming.
"Father."
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Cheng Feiyan suddenly woke up with a start.
His head was covered in sweat.
She is much more energetic now, and the Seven Star Life-Locking Needles have been removed.
The flow of qi and blood has resumed, and the pain in the muscles and bones has subsided.
Even normal breathing will no longer cause cardiopulmonary discomfort.
The only downside was that she still felt very weak. When she stood up and took a few steps, her legs felt like they were walking on cotton.
She rolled over and got up, took a few steps, then sat down against the bed, tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"
Li Xin made a makeshift bed on the floor in the cubicle and practiced early in the morning. At this moment, steam rose from his head, and he went into the inner room upon hearing the sound.
"Junior brother, I dreamt that something happened to Father. He has a bad temper, and he must have been very worried when he didn't see me come home yesterday—"
"He knows you're here, Senior Sister, and he also knows your injuries are starting to heal."
He also told me to make sure you eat well, sleep more, and take good care of your health.
"That's even worse. The more he says that, the more desperate he'll become."
Cheng Feiyan was so anxious that she wanted to get out of bed again.
Her face flushed with anxiety: "That year, my second senior brother was struck by the Red Lotus Blood-Burning Finger and was on the verge of death. He comforted me just as carefully as he did."
Furthermore, he also told me to eat well with my older brother and the others, and to practice my skills diligently.
As a result, they sneaked into the door in the middle of the night and had a fierce battle with the leader of the Red Lotus Society.
Despite enduring the excruciating pain of being consumed by karmic flames, he managed to kill Master Lianxin with his bare hands.
That time, he was bedridden for three months, and I fed him all the meals.
This incident is even bigger than the last one. How could he possibly tolerate it? He'll definitely go after the Japanese devils to the death.
"Is that so?"
Li Xin was surprised.
Throughout his life, Cheng Yuanhua had always been the lukewarm person he knew.
You can't tell at all what kind of temper he has.
Even when Zhang Yuanhao from the Huiyou Escort Agency led his men to block the door, he still tried his best to persuade him with kind words.
When facing fellow martial arts practitioners, he is tolerant and generally doesn't get angry.
His only real attack was when he clashed palms with the Golden Bell Monk.
That time, the other party was very aggressive, and they started by saying "sending off the bell" (meaning "ending" or "finally"), otherwise the Cheng family's gossip would basically be wiped out.
No matter how much you try to tolerate it, you can't fool them anymore.
Because Monk Jinzhong came with the intention of taking his life, and to advocate for the Qing brand.
Afterwards, the master returned to his aloof and detached state.
Li Xin even had the illusion that his master would remain in seclusion forever.
Perhaps, when the allied forces ravage the city two or three years later, he might no longer fight to the death with the army.
Thus, they escaped the fate of being killed by concentrated gunfire.
Looking back now, I realize I was overthinking things.
But they never imagined that when an honest person really explodes, they will act recklessly.
"Okay, don't rush, I'll go check on Master."
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The expression on my master's face when he left yesterday flashed through my mind.
Li Xin felt a slight chill run down his spine.
He picked up a newly drawn character for "life" from the table and tucked it into his pocket.
They headed towards the Cheng Family Martial Arts School.
He walked through the martial arts arena and greeted the disciples.
Upon entering the courtyard, one hears a sudden silence from inside the house.
In the past.
I could always see my master appear in the courtyard early in the morning, standing under the tree.
He was either gazing at the horizon or slowly practicing his boxing.
The area under the tree was clean and tidy, with a layer of dust on it and no footprints.
The room was dark and silent.
"Master."
Li Xin suddenly felt a slight panic.
He rushed into the master bedroom.
A chill ran through me.
It felt like stepping into the dead of winter.
"this----"
He turned his head to look.
Then I saw that the person sitting by the window was not my familiar master.
It was an ice sculpture.
A thin layer of ice had formed on the white cotton robe that Master usually wore.
His face was ashen and bluish-gray, and thin, long icicles even hung from his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.
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