Mountain Carrying Eighteen Forms

As the words fell, Lu Zheng stepped forward.

"Give him a taste of blood!" The leading man shouted sharply and charged straight up.

Lu Zheng's eyes flashed, his body shifted to the left, and as the leading man in the middle shifted his center of gravity, he suddenly moved to the right.

Probe! Deflect! Draw! "Pa!"

A peach branch struck the face of the man on the right fiercely.

"Ah!"

Followed by a side kick, directly knocking the person over, turning him into a tumbling gourd, rolling to the side, groaning and unable to get up.

"This guy is tough!"

An expert knows if there's anything to it with just one move. When they were fully prepared and began to besiege, Lu Zheng disabled one of them in two moves.

This is not the level of a street brawl.

Street thugs may have many shortcomings, but one advantage is very commendable, that is, they are extremely sensible. When they know they can't afford to offend the other party, they will decisively admit defeat.

So Lu Zheng turned his head and saw the other two immediately stop, then slowly retreat with solemn expressions.

Just when Lu Zheng thought they were preparing to circle around and besiege him again, the two of them actually turned around and ran away without looking back.

They didn't even care about their companion!

They didn't even utter a harsh word!

Lu Zheng: ┐(-｀)┌

I just strengthened my saber technique a bit, and was ready for a big fight. Did I just add it for nothing? "Wow, Big Brother Lu, you're so amazing!" Liu Qingquan jumped out from behind her sister with a whoosh, her eyes shining, looking at Lu Zheng with admiration.

"I didn't expect that Young Master Lu would have such skills." Shen Ying's eyes were thoughtful.

Liu Qingyan didn't speak, just smiled faintly, her eyes very bright.

Lu Zheng held the tree branch and slowly walked to the third person who was still twitching on the ground.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, please just treat me like a fart and let me go!"

The man curled up, not even daring to stand up.

Lu Zheng tilted his head, signaling him to get lost.

"Thank you, Grandpa! Thank you, Grandpa!"

The man scrambled to his feet and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Meeting is fate. I feel like I've known your sister for a long time. Since it's almost noon, why not come to my house for a meal?"

Liu Qingyan glanced at Lu Zheng upon hearing this, "Is it convenient?"

"There's nothing inconvenient about it." Shen Ying nodded and said, "There aren't many people in my family, just two old servants and a maid."

"But we bought Peach Blossom Pastry." Liu Qingquan mentioned.

"My house also has Peach Blossom Pastry, especially delicious, and also peach preserves and sweet peach juice."

"Then let's go!" Liu Qingquan nodded at the speed of a chick pecking rice.

So the group followed Shen Ying into the depths of Peach Blossom Glade, and after walking less than two miles, they saw a manor, faintly revealed.

"Miss is back!"

An old servant opened the door, glanced at Lu Zheng in surprise, but didn't ask much, and let them in.

"Wow, what a big peach tree!"

Turning past the screen wall, Lu Zheng saw a tall peach tree, which two people could barely encircle, growing in the front yard's patio.

The peach tree's crown was like a cloud, almost covering the entire front yard, with pink dots on the treetops, countless peach blossoms blooming, making it a beautiful sight to behold.

"This Peach Blossom Manor was built because of this peach tree." Shen Ying explained, then said to the old servant, "We have guests today, prepare some peach blossom food."

"Alright!" The old servant nodded and hurried away.

In the main hall of the front yard, several people sat around a round table, which was filled with food and desserts, exquisite and delicious, with a fragrant aroma.

They ate and chatted, and Lu Zheng learned that Shen Ying's husband had passed away early, and she had returned home alone. Now her parents had also passed away, leaving her alone in this Peach Blossom Manor, accompanied only by two old servants and a maid.

As for anything deeper, Shen Ying didn't say, and of course Lu Zheng and the others couldn't ask.

"Young Master Lu, I see that your skills are fierce, surpassing ordinary martial artists, but you rely entirely on your own strength, without any blood energy surging."

Shen Ying asked curiously, "Is it that you disdain to activate it, or have you not learned the methods of martial cultivation?"

Lu Zheng: (⊙o⊙) Inner MMP, but on the surface, the calm and composed Lu Zheng nodded helplessly, "I have admired those chivalrous experts who can fly over rooftops since I was a child, but I have never had the chance to meet them, nor have I received any inheritance. The swordsmanship I possess is just something I practiced blindly."

Shen Ying's almond eyes widened slightly, and the chopsticks in her hand paused in mid-air, clearly showing genuine surprise.

"Young Master, you really haven't practiced the Martial Path? Also, such agile skills, you call it blind practice?"

"I'm ashamed, you're laughing at me!"

Shen Ying put down her chopsticks and said seriously, "Young Master, your aptitude is extraordinary. If you cultivate the blood energy methods of martial cultivation, you will surely succeed. Wouldn't the world have one more chivalrous expert who looks down on princes and nobles?"

"You flatter me, you flatter me. Don't speak so definitively. What if I'm not suitable for cultivating the Martial Path? Besides, I have some self-protection ability now. Three or five ordinary people can't get close to me. That's enough for me."

"That's not certain. Among bandits and night visitors, there may be martial artists mixed in. Although your skills are fierce and your physique is excellent, it's difficult to resist the courage of a martial artist's blood energy.

Moreover, with such skills, confident and high-spirited, you are more likely to encounter martial artists, which is even more dangerous."

Lu Zheng smiled, "If the opportunity doesn't arise, what can I do? The so-called 'don't force it'. If you force it and can't get it, you will only trouble yourself.

Besides, I will be careful. I usually don't take action."

"Young Master has a good state of mind." Shen Ying nodded and stood up from the table, "Please wait a moment, Young Master."

After Shen Ying turned into the back hall, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan exchanged glances.

Lu Zheng whispered, "Could it be..."

Liu Qingyan nodded, her expression a little excited, "It's possible, congratulations, Lu-lang."

"Isn't this inappropriate... Wouldn't it be too hasty?"

"If Sister Shen is willing, Lu-lang, just accept it." Liu Qingyan encouraged.

"Ah wu!" Liu Qingquan bit off half of a Peach Blossom Pastry, "It's so delicious!"

Lu Zheng smiled slightly, Liu Qingyan's face turned red, and she looked away.

Footsteps gradually sounded, and Shen Ying returned to the hall, holding a book in her hand.

"This is a martial cultivation method that my father obtained in his early years, but his aptitude was limited, and he didn't achieve anything."

Shen Ying handed the book to Lu Zheng, "Meeting is fate. This martial cultivation method is given to Young Master Lu."

Lu Zheng hurriedly stood up and waved his hands repeatedly, "This is too precious. Lu Zheng has not earned any merit and dares not accept such a generous gift from you, Madam."

A smile appeared on the corner of Shen Ying's lips, "Young Master Lu, please accept it. This cultivation method is only valuable in your hands. Should it continue to gather dust in my hands?"

"Sister Shen's kindness, Lu-lang, you should accept it. Then we will come to accompany Sister more often to play and relieve boredom."

"That's right!"

"In that case, thank you, Madam. Then I will accept it without ceremony."

Lu Zheng took it with both hands, and his eyes immediately looked at the cover of the book.

Mountain Carrying Eighteen Forms.