Grandpa, I Want to Learn Martial Arts

With the order from the Company Officer,

All the soldiers in the field immediately swarmed forward.

Just as the boss said, no matter how strong the enemy is, it's only one person.

They might not be a match for each other individually, but working together, they will surely defeat their enemies.

They are soldiers. What the army values is never individual bravery, but discipline, morale, and cooperation among soldiers.

"Kill..."

In an instant, their momentum was like a tiger's, and their battle cries shook the heavens.

But,

The Company Officer did not go up.

He suddenly remembered something amiss.

Wang Er's death was suspicious.

He was clearly killed by being cleaved in two by a heavy, sharp weapon.

As far as he knew, these weapons were either long-handled heavy axes, or long-handled broadswords and large ghost-head sabers.

Furthermore, the murderer would need to possess a strong physique and physical strength to accomplish this.

He had just witnessed the power and physique of the opponent who had killed two people in an instant.

But...

Where is the weapon that killed Wang Er?

So where did the enemy hide such a large weapon?

This is the real reason why the Company Officer didn't fight alongside his men.

Because he needs to observe first.

But he saw it soon enough.

A dozen or so elite soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, charged forward together.

Before the person arrived,

But that fierce and valiant aura was already overwhelming.

If it were an ordinary person,

He was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground, completely slumped over.

However, Gao Yunyi's face remained unmoved, and his eyes were as deep and cold as an ancient well.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Suddenly, a green light appeared in his previously empty hand.

A longsword emitting a faint green glow appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Green Cedar,

Green Sword

He looked like a banished Immortal under the cool moonlight.

The dozen or so soldiers who had been charging forward with great momentum suddenly stopped in their tracks, all taken aback by this mysterious and unpredictable scene.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a trick of the Jianghu, nothing more than a show of deception. Attack him and kill him!"

The Company Officer was clearly shocked, but he quickly regained his composure and issued the order to attack again.

The soldiers exchanged glances, their initial fear and panic fading, replaced by a fierce and ruthless demeanor.

"Kill..."

Gao Yunyi gripped the Azure Mystic Sword, his eyes slightly raised, treating the dozen or so soldiers charging towards him as if they were nothing. He merely murmured a single sentence.

"They say that divine weapons must drink blood before they are born. Tonight, I will grant you that wish."

After saying that, he moved.

There were no fancy techniques, no exquisite sword moves.

It's just simple and straightforward stabbing, chopping, hacking, sweeping.

However, with its powerful physique and immense strength, it became a death scythe that instilled fear and despair in the soldiers.

The sturdy armor was easily torn apart like cardboard.

The sharp steel blade was easily cut through like rotten wood.

What kind of Jianghu is that the enemy is wielding? It's clearly a divine weapon capable of cutting hair in two and slicing iron like mud.

However, they found out too late.

With his murderous intent already aroused and his killing intent surging, Gao Yunyi pounced on a flock of sheep like a tiger, not retracting his bloodstained fangs until he had wiped them all out.

The glowing Azure Mystic Sword, like a long green serpent, moved nimbly among the enemy troops, drawing graceful lines in the deep night.

With each line drawn, a scream rang out.

With each flash of green light, a head fell to the ground.

Beautiful and terrifying.

Finally,

The soldiers broke down.

In just a few breaths,

Almost half of their comrades are already dead.

The ground was littered with mutilated corpses, and the ground was covered in sticky blood.

But what about their enemies?

His hair was neat, his clothes were clean, and even the soles of his shoes were spotless, without a single speck of mud or drop of blood.

The opponent swiftly swung his sword, as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.

But when their weapons struck each other, not a single white spot was left on their clothes.

Is this even human?

This isn't even human!!

This enormous disparity in strength, this bizarre and terrifying phenomenon.

This plunged these seasoned and battle-hardened soldiers into immense fear and despair.

The army's morale collapsed, its fighting spirit vanished, and its courage and bravery retreated like the tide.

They wanted to find their leader.

They wanted to hear the order to retreat.

But when they turned around and looked,

Their Company Officer,

I don't know when I got on the horse.

They galloped in the opposite direction, their whips leaving afterimages.

This scene was like the last straw that broke the camel's back; the soldiers finally collapsed completely.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the few soldiers who were still alive immediately turned and fled like stray dogs.

But Gao Yunyi was not yet satisfied, would not do as they wished.

These are all experience packs!

How could these armored soldiers possibly outrun the physically strong and tireless Gao Yunyi?

And so, the one-sided massacre was repeated once again.

The battle, where the forces were completely mismatched, finally came to an end when the cold, menacing blade easily severed the last neck.

Gao Yunyi glanced at the Azure Mystic Sword; its light was still dazzling, and there wasn't a single bloodstain on its blade.

The mutinous soldiers were all killed.

We are saved.

The villagers, huddled together like a flock of quails, shivering in fear, seemed not to have yet reacted.

They remained huddled together, as if surrounded by a circle, none daring to step out.

The mutinous soldiers who robbed their food and raped their wives and daughters were all dead.

Their heroes, their protectors, stood before them.

However, their gazes remained unchanged.

There was only fear and dread.

It was as if, in their eyes, Gao Yunyi more dangerous and more terrifying than those chaotic soldiers.

The village chief is the same.

He stood there, stunned, wanting to get closer, wanting to speak.

But it wasn't until Gao Yunyi's figure disappeared into the night that...

He remained motionless, and his mouth remained silent.

"Grandpa... Grandpa... Are you alright?"

A concerned child's voice rang in his ears, and the village chief suddenly came back to his senses.

Then his face was filled with shame and guilt.

"Fine."

The village chief sighed deeply before replying.

"Grandpa, I want to learn martial arts."

The little boy kept his eyes fixed on the direction where the green figure disappeared, and spoke up excitedly.

At this moment,

His youthful face seemed to lack the composure and pedantry of a scholar.

It has more of the innocence and naivety that is unique to children.

Upon hearing his beloved grandson's desire to learn martial arts, the village chief's heart, which had been tormented by shame and guilt, suddenly skipped a beat.

In this world where all other pursuits are inferior and only studying is superior,

His grandson, instead of studying properly, actually wanted to learn martial arts.

Studying could lead to passing the imperial examinations, entering officialdom, and bringing glory to one's family.

Even if one fails to pass the imperial examinations, one can still become a private tutor, Adviser, or accountant, providing a stable livelihood and a high social status.

What can you do by learning martial arts?

Should you become a rude and uncouth warrior to guard the homes of high-ranking officials, or join the army and fight to the death with the enemy on the battlefield?

No, absolutely not.

His grandson is the only son in three generations of his family, so even if his legs are broken, he can't be allowed to learn martial arts.

Thinking of this,

The village chief's cloudy eyes immediately turned murderous.

The little boy was completely unaware of what his grandfather was thinking at that moment.

That bluish figure,

That sword light,

That dashing and invincible style among the enemy troops.

It has already left an indelible mark on the little boy's young heart.

He doesn't want to study anymore.

He wanted to learn martial arts.

He imagined himself as a nobleman, able to protect his grandfather, grandmother, and other villagers with just a long sword in his hand.

But that's strange.

Why does the back of my neck feel cool?