The Long Wind Swept the Earth, Bending Every Blade of Grass

"I see."

Chu Tianshu sensed the vague impressions transmitted by the Weapon Soul and roughly understood what had happened before.

Malice, gratitude, desire.

While the first two methods touched the Weapon Soul, they were not profound.

It wasn't until the third one was added that he felt a strong urge.

This also made Chu Tianshu's senses clearer, allowing him to break through that invisible barrier.

Indeed, malice, kindness, and desire are all indispensable for a fulfilling life.

The Weapon Soul within the Sanqi Divine Sword was originally a nascent will; though pure, it did not understand the source of its motivation.

In this way, it is like water without roots or a tree without a source, requiring its owner to constantly replenish and nourish it.

Now, it is very beneficial for the Weapon Soul to experience things themselves, which will help them grow and develop in the future.

What aroused the Weapon Soul's desire was the secret recorded on these bamboo slips.

"Improved firearms..."

Chu Tianshu recognized the words on it, and after scanning them at a glance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Good heavens, this is indeed a weapon secret capable of changing and shaking the world.

Speaking of guns, the world in Chu Tianshu's hometown has quite advanced firearms technology.

But the first time he went there was during the Republic of China era, when machine guns were already widely available.

The second time I went was to the Tang Dynasty, where the technological foundation in firearms was really too backward.

He focused on practicing martial arts and building his career, and never thought of spending time studying various disciplines related to firearms.

This time, they just happened to run into the indigenous people who were carrying out firearms technology innovation.

Ultimately, for any technology to have a significant impact, it must consider its practical foundation.

The most valuable innovations are those that are closely linked to current technologies and even extend to various fields beyond technology, and that can steadily take a step forward.

The method of "improving the musket," judging from the brief self-description above, fully considers the most common technological situation at present.

Metallurgy, pharmaceutical preparation, furnace modification, casting...

Once the word spreads, all the artisan workshops of mid-to-upper-level skill will have the opportunity to imitate it.

If the authors haven't been self-aggrandizing, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this technology a groundbreaking innovation.

As Chu Tianshu watched, he realized there was nothing more, so he reached out and pulled out another bamboo strip.

Seeing that he had already drawn his third stick, everyone finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"If he keeps staring at me like that, even if he doesn't take the secret technique with him, as long as he escapes, there will always be another family in the world who knows this secret technique!"

The old man in blue shouted loudly, "Gentlemen, why aren't you making your move?!"

Chu Tianshu smiled upon hearing this and looked up.

"That one sentence alone reveals the fact that you two are incapable of cooperating. Are you really willing to join forces against me?"

The old man in blue was silent for a moment, then his robes suddenly billowed out.

"A pack of wolves and a tiger fighting together..."

"But the tiger died first!"

His words were firm and resonant, each step heavy as if an iron stone were falling to the ground, the stride equal, as if measured by a ruler.

This time, he wasn't just making empty promises; he took the initiative to move forward.

The courage to snatch chestnuts from the fire, the bravery to fight to the death.

This person must have had many successes, otherwise they wouldn't be so decisive.

As soon as the old man in blue made his move, three other people followed suit.

A tall, thin man holding a six-foot-long gun.

A burly man wearing leather wristbands.

An old woman carrying a sheathless iron sword.

Without realizing it, the four people adjusted their distance, as if they had stepped into the same rhythm.

The distance between the old man in green Chu Tianshu Chu Tianshu was roughly the same as the distance between the other three.

Chu Tianshu's Weapon Soul emanated a slight heat.

The Weapon Soul originally judged that none of the people present posed a sufficient threat, which is why he made his move.

However, the way these four people were behaving made it realize that if it were still in control of its master's body, it might actually be hurt.

It made a mistake in judgment and failed to carry out its owner's instructions properly.

"Then I'll give you two taps as punishment."

Chu Tianshu tapped his fingers lightly on his belt.

At this moment, the four men showed signs of making a move.

Buzz!!

Chu Tianshu maintained his horse stance for almost the entire time, but he had already left the bench, shifted his body, and pushed his palm forward to the right.

The man with the gun was located to the right front.

The spearhead, which had been feigning an attack on Chu Tianshu, was caught off guard when Chu Tianshu pressed the spear tip down with his palm.

With a slightly angled palm, the moment the steel spearhead made contact, it was pressed down and curled up.

The entire spearhead cracked like lightning and shattered.

The gun barrel also exploded into fragments at the same time, with silver light flying and shards flying everywhere.

The gun, which appeared to be made of wood, actually concealed a long sword inside.

A sword nearly six feet long.

The swords of the Hainan Sword Sect have hilts that are only seven inches long, but blades that are six feet long.

Their weapons and swordsmanship were so distinctive that when they went out to hide and track, they used a gun as a cover.

Even if the enemy can't break the spear, they can easily break the blade through the shaft with a flick of their wrist.

But Chu Tianshu's palm strike was too powerful.

Before the sword was even drawn, both the gun and the sword were destroyed.

The tall, thin man made a sudden retreat, his clothes clinging to his skin, making him look like a thin bamboo pole about to be thrown backward, while at the same time he pointed his fingers like a sword.

Sword Radiance four or five inches long shot out from his fingertips, heading towards Chu Tianshu's acupoints in the palm.

The lightness skill of the Hainan Sword Sect has always been as famous as their swordsmanship.

Moreover, the old man in blue, the burly man, and the old woman had also turned their attention to attacking Chu Tianshu.

The moment Chu Tianshu made a move, they had already moved.

It's like a few magnets that Chu Tianshu is drawn to.

Chu Tianshu retracted his right hand, spun half a circle, and then suddenly retreated.

They went like a flash and returned like an arrow.

In an instant, he broke free of the encirclement.

Pfft!!

Everyone was shocked. A burst of blood appeared, and the head of the tall, thin man flew off, blood gushing from his chest cavity.

Chu Tianshu held three long bamboo strips in his left hand, stained with blood.

Just now, as he swiftly withdrew his right hand and half-spun his body, his left hand, holding a bamboo sliver, severed the man's neck.

This is a forceful, dragging motion.

The bamboo strips hung to the ground, resembling a dragging knife.

Chu Tianshu has launched another attack, still to the right front, but slightly off course than before.

He was on the outer edge of the three-person encirclement.

More accurately, he rushed up behind the old woman.

Behind the old woman was an old man with the build of a child, holding onto her clothes with his left hand and hanging behind her.

As the old woman moved, none of her "companions" noticed that there was another person behind her.

Even the Three Yin Wind Sha seemed to overlook this old man.

At first glance, one might just think the old woman was hunchbacked.

As soon as Chu Tianshu arrived, the old man turned around abruptly and thrust out a bluish-green short sword in his right hand.

As soon as the short sword was thrust out, its Sword Radiance swelled to be no different from that of a three-foot-long sword.

The old woman reacted quickly; her unsheathed iron sword in her right hand had already pierced from behind her ear.

Lao Mei Baoying, the assassin from the Dark Hall of Seven Stars Pond in Jiangnan.

The two swords arrived simultaneously.

The thin old man's gaze also subtly lingered on Chu Tianshu's waist.

Based on his experience, he had long suspected that the belt, though seemingly made of wood grain, might actually be a soft sword.

Chu Tianshu's right fist suddenly flicked out two fingers, the index and middle fingers, one above the other.

Two silver needles struck the two sword blades.

In the blink of an eye, the third silver needle was shot out by the ring finger.

It pierced the old man's neck and lodged in the old woman's heart, causing her to fall forward.

Her hands, like those of a hairpin maker, were as smooth and lustrous as topaz.

Chu Tianshu's right hand had reached the Vajra Samadhi, which enabled each finger to generate such strong force in a very short time.

Boom!!

The old man in blue and the burly man seized the opportunity to strike from both sides.

Chu Tianshu released the bamboo strip with his left hand and swung both arms simultaneously.

It was clearly a clash of four palms, but the loudest sound came from the ground beneath Chu Tianshu's feet.

Within a radius of approximately two zhang (about 6.6 meters), the soil surged like waves.

The old man in blue and the burly man both groaned, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

They originally intended to use all four hands simultaneously, but now, one hand couldn't help but reach behind them, and their arms and shoulders felt as if they were being stretched straight out.

What was even more unbearable was the shock that went straight to their bones, leaving them disoriented and feeling numb and tingling.

"You guys don't seem to qualify as wolves."

Chu Tianshu suddenly changed his move, repeating the same technique. He grabbed the three bamboo strips in the air with his left palm, as if holding a long knife in reverse, and swept them with a twist of his body.

The old man in blue and the burly man knew the course of this move, but their bodies ached and they couldn't stop it. Blood blossomed from their waists, and they staggered back two steps, clutching their stomachs tightly with both hands, before collapsing to the ground.

They saw the moon pale and the clouds drifting across the sky.

Chu Tianshu's figure was like a whirlwind, sweeping past them, crashing onto the rooftop, and swirling down.

The tiles crashed and tumbled to the ground.

Those Three Yin Wind Sha, known as the Yin Winds, were all struck down by this long, lingering wind and smashed to the ground, their fate unknown.

Chu Tianshu stood amidst the broken tiles, lightly flicking three long bamboo strips in turn with his right hand.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The bloodstains were dispersed by his force, revealing neat and fine handwriting once again.

(End of this chapter)