paranoianovel Chapter 101 Harvest
Chapter 101 Harvest
Lin Mu was carried back.
Quan Feng grabbed one of his arms and put it on his shoulder, while Zhao Sheng supported the other side. The two of them half-dragged and half-pulled him out of the pile of monster corpses.
His heels dragged two long furrows in the mud, and wisps of white smoke rose from the tip of his fist, Shattering Mountains and Rivers.
She felt as limp as a rag that had been wrung out.
He had to pretend to be seriously injured.
Along the way, he occasionally squinted and peered out through his eyelashes.
People flying in the sky and running on the ground, a dense mass of figures, surged from the direction of the river source towards the direction of the Eternal Night Forest.
Someone was riding a horse, its hooves pounding the wasteland with a dull, drum-like sound.
Someone was wielding a sword, the blade leaving a cold, white arc in the moonlight.
Someone darted past, stepping on the treetops, their robes fluttering in the night wind.
This is the strength of the Idle Sect.
It was almost dawn when I returned to my own courtyard in the inner city.
He had already sent his second uncle and aunt's family away, leaving the courtyard empty except for the broken stump of the old pear tree leaning against the corner of the wall, the wood stubble at the break point swollen from being soaked in rainwater.
Quan Feng tossed him onto the couch, then yawned and left.
Lin Mu lay there for a while before recovering.
He sat up straight, propped himself up on the couch, closed his eyes, and summoned all the martial arts techniques.
The boxing stance section pops up first.
【Chongquan 128/10000】.
That final punch propelled the progress forward by a huge margin, more than all the previous hard training combined.
Then comes the original imprint.
【Candle Dragon Origin Mark: 23/1000000】
【Nine Infants Origin Mark: 18/1000000】
【Three-Tailed Fox Origin Mark: 123/1000】
【Ice Wolf Origin Mark: 100/100】.
[The Origin Mark of the Skyrocket Monkey: 23/100]
【Ironclad Rhinoceros Origin Mark: 100/100】.
Furthermore, the Martial Arts of All Methods has also opened a new section – Literature.
【The Heart-Clearing Technique 58/100】
【Righteousness 88/1000】
Moreover, the replicable martial arts become infinite.
Returning to Heyuan alive and having gained a lot, the adventure was worthwhile.
Especially that last punch.
The integration of literary and martial arts techniques into fist techniques gives it earth-shattering power against demonic beasts.
In a battle against a scholar, one can utilize the speed advantage of martial arts to quickly close the distance.
In combat martial arts, one can use the demon god weapon empowered by the Origin Mark to crush the opponent head-on.
It is not solely based on martial arts, nor solely on literature, nor solely on demonic origins.
It involves mixing these three things together.
What we need is comprehensive strength.
As he was making plans, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.
The knocking was very soft, three times, then paused for a moment, then three more times.
Wen Haoran stood outside the door, with Yue'er following behind him.
He changed into a clean scholar's robe, but he looked as if something had ripped his soul out of him.
The air of scholarly ease and composure that once lingered between his brows and eyes had vanished, replaced by an extremely deep and dark gloom.
He had lost weight, his cheekbones were higher than before, his eye sockets were deeper, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the bamboo slips protruded like several sharpened bamboo twigs.
The ink bamboo on the lapel is still there, but the person wearing the clothes is no longer the elegant gentleman who used to recite poetry on the city wall.
He waved for Yue'er to wait for him aside.
The moon then retreated to the outside of the courtyard gate, standing there quietly, like a mimosa plant that had been struck by frost.
"How are you feeling?"
Wen Haoran asked, his voice much lower than before, but his tone was still gentle.
"Well enough."
Lin Mu leaned back on the couch. "The damage was significant, but there were no major injuries."
Wen Haoran sat down on the wooden chair beside the tatami mat, which made a very slight creak.
He remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the pair of broken mountains and rivers that Lin Mu had placed beside the couch.
The dark gold patterns on the gauntlets were still slowly flowing, and there were a few scorch marks left on the edges of the bone fragments, which had been burned by the Book of Ten Thousand People.
"The damage is definitely significant; it's a punch even more powerful than the Righteous Qi activating the Book of Ten Thousand People."
"What kind of punch is that?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Mu unconsciously moved his finger half an inch towards the direction of the Shattered Mountains and Rivers.
His expression changed slightly as his fingertips touched the cold bone fragments.
Should we go all the way and go all the way?
He glanced at the tightly closed courtyard gate behind Wen Haoran, and then at the quiet girl with her head down outside the gate.
I quickly made a mental calculation.
The people of Xianzong are still in Heyuan, and Yue'er is right outside the door.
Killing Wen Haoran is easy, but escaping the pursuit of the Xianzong sect is difficult.
He withdrew his hand, leaned back on the couch, and made a perfectly appropriate expression of bewilderment on his face.
"I observed many boxing techniques during my time at the martial arts school, and learned a new way of boxing from them."
"I don't know what it's called either."
"I was trying to use my Righteous Qi to help you out of this predicament, but the Book of Ten Thousand People suddenly activated on its own, pushing me to attack."
"Perhaps the ancestors of this land were unwilling to accept this."
Wen Haoran looked at him and rolled his eyes at him.
His eyes were very serious, as if to say, "Do you think I'll believe that?"
But he didn't press the issue further.
After a moment of silence, he asked another question.
"Are you sure you learned it by observing a lot of boxing techniques?"
"Yes." He wasn't lying about that.
He felt that Wen Haoran didn't possess the myriad methods of martial arts, so knowing them wouldn't be of any use.
"What are your plans for the future?"
Wen Haoran suddenly changed the subject.
"Would you like to come with me to the capital?"
"The headquarters of the Xian Sect is right there; I can teach you the Way of Literature."
"You saved me, I owe you one."
Lin Mu refused almost without hesitation.
He didn't want to face someone who knew his background every day, even if that person had good intentions.
Moreover, the power of this punch sparked his keen interest in various schools of martial arts.
He wanted to learn all kinds of stances: fist stances, spear stances, and leg stances.
Go to Qingzhou to take the imperial examination; it's a gathering place for experts from all walks of life, making it the perfect place to observe and learn.
Wen Haoran felt a little regretful.
However, he still took out a waist tag from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Mu. It was made of dark bronze, with the character "闲" (leisure) engraved on the front and a bamboo in ink on the back.
The bamboo branch has only three leaves, and the veins of each leaf are carved in extremely fine and clear detail.
Speaking of Qingzhou, you can go to Xianzong; he will speak with the person in charge of Qingzhou.
Lin Mu took the waist token, weighed it in his hand, and jokingly said, "You're not the sect leader of the Idle Sect, how can you command the people of the Idle Sect?"
Wen Haoran paused.
"I'm going to marry Yue'er."
Just as Lin Mu was about to offer his congratulations, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
A guard-like man pushed open the door and entered, his boots making a series of crisp sounds on the blue bricks. He bowed to Wen Haoran.
"Young master, someone from the Wen family has come to see you."
Wen Haoran did not answer immediately.
He sat on the wooden chair, his fingers gently stroking the edge of the bamboo slips, a smile slowly appearing on his lips.
It carried an extremely faint and cold sarcasm.
They didn't come early, they didn't come late, the demon beasts retreated, the Xianzong sect came, and he wasn't dead; the Wen family came.
"not see."
He stood up, put the bamboo slips into his sleeve, and turned to Lin Mu.
"Let's set off as soon as possible, lest we miss the martial arts exam."
Then he pushed open the courtyard gate and walked out with Yue'er.
Yue'er followed behind him, and only after walking several steps did she turn around and glance at Lin Mu, and actually gave him a slight curtsy.
Lin Mu couldn't help but marvel at the power of love.