6kv Chapter 27 War
Chapter 27 War
The moonlight was alluring.
Lin Mu returned to Willow Leaf Village.
In the courtyard of the old house, the moonlight spread a silvery white across the ground.
He took off his outer shirt, revealing his bare upper body. His blood and energy sank to the soles of his feet, then surged up from them, and he threw a punch.
"Snapped!"
Muscles and bones resonated in unison.
The sharp crack echoed through the empty village, startling several crows in the distant trees, which fluttered away into the distance.
The noise was too loud.
This dilapidated house is drafty on all sides, and the walls have ears. If he continues practicing like this, the whole village will know what he's doing.
He had the idea of buying a house.
He touched the silver in his sleeve pocket, paid the martial arts school's tuition for next month, and bought some meat and medicine powder. All he had left was a little over ten taels.
You can buy a remote house in the town.
But the bustling and peaceful scene of the inner city that night was still vivid in my mind: black carriages, silk shops, teahouses, wineries...
This amount of silver isn't even enough to buy a threshold in the inner city.
He wasn't even allowed to ask the price of the houses there.
I'll go to town in a couple of days to take a look.
Rent a small room near the martial arts gym so you can practice your boxing without being disturbed and stay away from Lin Tianyou.
I'll buy a house in the inner city when the conditions are right.
Lin Mu abandoned the Long Wind Fist, which was too noisy, and started practicing stance training while simultaneously circulating body-strengthening techniques, cultivating until midnight.
He pulled out the booklet.
Name: Lin Mu
【武道：长风拳（小成 1/100）、锻体术（入门 20/100）、鞭腿·乱舞（入门1/100）】
[Skills: Measurement (Beginner), Carpentry (Unskilled), Knife Skills (Unskilled), Wok Flipping (Unskilled)]
[Currently available replicable slots: 3/6]
There has been some progress in body tempering techniques.
Just as Lin Mu was about to enter the house, he heard a rustling sound from next door.
He paused, then began to walk with a swift, swift movement, leaning against the wall like a gecko, holding his breath.
The gate to Uncle Lin Youfu's courtyard was gently pushed open a crack.
Lin Youfu poked his head out, looked around for a while, and only after confirming that no one was in the yard did he lower his voice and call out to those behind him:
"Nobody's here, come in quickly."
Auntie and her son Lin Mingsui emerged from the shadows, the three of them crouching low as they slipped into the courtyard, the door closing gently behind them.
Lin Youfu said in a low voice:
"I heard from Uncle Itsuki that the scarred man who came that day was beaten to death."
"No one should cause us any trouble."
"Let's hide in the yard for a few days and wait until things calm down before making any decisions."
"When I asked you to call Lin Mu back, nothing happened."
"Now it's all so strange, going home feels like being a thief."
My second aunt's complaints came at just the right moment.
"No matter what, Lin Mu is still a member of the Lin family."
"Next year, the imperial examination for children will be held, so we'll have to rent some money from his house. There's nothing we can do about it."
"This is a human life now."
Lin Youfu didn't remain silent as usual. His second aunt muttered a few words, but couldn't argue with him, so she lowered her voice.
......
The next morning.
Lin Mingsui was reciting his lessons in the courtyard when his gaze inadvertently swept over the old pear tree.
Something was hanging on the branch, dazzling in the morning light.
He put down his book and walked over; it was a string of copper coins.
"Father! Mother!" Lin Mingsui ran into the house holding a copper coin.
Second Aunt took the copper coin, turned it over and looked at it, her gaze falling on the red string.
She recognized the rope; it was hand-woven by Lin Youfu years ago and tied to Lin Mu's wrist as a talisman.
"Is it Lin Mu?"
Lin Youfu came out of the house, glanced at the red rope, and his fingers paused.
He ran his fingers over the rough edges of the knot, his throat bobbing slightly.
"Yes. When Muwa was five years old, he had a high fever, so I went to the temple to get a good luck charm and braided a rope for him myself."
"Where did he get the money?"
"I don't know, they probably saved up their scores because they knew they would be taking the imperial examination for children next year."
My aunt's lips moved, but she didn't say anything more.
......
Lin Mu had already arrived at the martial arts school by this time.
When they arrived, Junior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Zhou were still practicing their stance training while whispering to each other.
Junior Brother Liu lowered his voice: "Have you heard? Yan Hua has broken through to the Dark Force realm."
"Who told you that? Is it accurate?"
"I heard it from the young lady."
"Didn't the young lady go to the inner city yesterday?"
"Uh~, it was Wanru who heard it from Miss, and then she told me, hehe."
"Wanruo, Wanruo, you're calling me so affectionately. Be careful Yan Hua doesn't come after you."
"I felt there was something wrong with the way he looked at Wanruo."
"nonsense."
......
The other fellow disciples arrived one after another, gathering in twos and threes under the eaves, discussing almost the same thing.
Cui Mingyue and Ye Lang stood side by side beside the weapon rack, neither of them looking too good.
"Yan Hua has broken through?"
"Yes, the head of the Zhao family in the inner city came to the martial arts school in person to invite him to leave."
"They gave me plenty of face."
"What conditions were promised?"
"It is said that they are offerings, and the Zhao family can freely consume the pills they have, as they have a medicinal herb business."
"In that case, it's even more impossible for us to invite them."
Cui Mingyue's voice carried a hint of irritation.
"Back when he was at the Ming Jin level, he could still deliver a message, but now that he's at the An Jin level, the threshold is much higher."
Ye Lang was silent for a moment, then said, "It would be easier if the patriarch intervened."
Cui Mingyue's lips curled down slightly: "But if the patriarch gets involved, then we'll basically be accused of failing in our duties."
......
The instructor silenced the crowd by clapping his hands and calling everyone to begin practicing their boxing.
However, his boxing practice was soon interrupted again.
With a loud "bang," the courtyard gate was kicked open from the outside.
A tall figure stepped across the threshold and entered like a fierce tiger.
The man was about fifty years old, broad-shouldered and burly, with a face full of fleshy muscles, a tuft of short, needle-like mustache on his chin, and small eyes, but his gaze was like a knife, sweeping over everyone in the courtyard.
He was dressed in a black outfit, with a wide leather belt around his waist and leather boots on his feet. Every step he took made the blue bricks tremble slightly.
Behind him followed seven or eight apprentices, each burly and with fierce eyes, looking like they were there to fight, not to pay a visit.
The senior disciple, who hadn't shown himself for a long time, came forward and bowed respectfully.
"Master Qian, how have you been?"
Master Qian glanced at him.
"Where is your master?"
"Master is in the inner courtyard. Please."
Master Qian snorted and strode towards the inner courtyard.
His disciples filed in behind him, their eyes sweeping over the students of Changfeng Martial Arts School as they passed the outer courtyard, their gazes carrying a hint of provocation and disdain.
The inner courtyard door closed, and the outer courtyard erupted in chaos.
Chen Yuan was the first to jump up, grabbing Zhou Yu's sleeve and whispering, "Tiger Martial Arts School? What are they doing here?"
Zhou Yu shook off his hand, frowning, "Didn't you see that formation? They're up to no good."
"Qian Wanjun's personal visit is no small matter."
"Could they be here to challenge us?"
"Probably not."
......
Junior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Zhou huddled together.
"I heard that the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School has one disciple with hidden strength, while the rest are all with visible strength."
"Two of them possess obvious strength, and it's said they're close to breaking through to hidden strength."
"So what?"
"Our martial arts school has at least three or four members with internal strength."
"With their meager strength, what makes them think they can challenge us?"
"that is."
Despite saying that, everyone in the courtyard was wondering about Qian Wanjun's intentions.
Until the resounding voice of Master Hu came from the inner courtyard.
"If you want war, then let's fight."