Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

Chapter 256 172: Gang Rivalry, Two Fingers Shatter the Sword!

"I, Lin Mou, am not lacking in money, you will need to help me with one thing afterwards, but it shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Alright, I will listen to Mr. Lin."

Li Lishi walked out of the courtyard, Qingshui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, little did she know that Li Lishi, the Gang Leader of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall, also let out a long sigh of relief.

"Gang Leader, why did you act like that towards him..."

"You all shut up, do you know there is always someone better, that Mr. Lin is most likely a Daoist Cultivator."

"What, a Daoist Cultivator?!"

Li Lishi nodded decisively, recalling that he had once encountered a wandering Daoist Cultivator on his way fleeing from the northwest. Ever since entering the courtyard, he felt a solid and invisible power sweeping over.

This Mr. Lin's Spiritual Power is even more solid than the wandering Daoist Cultivator he encountered before.

Previously, he heard that this Mr. Lin scattered copper coins to scare off the Cangying Gang. At a glance, martial artists could also achieve this, but today he noticed Mr. Lin sitting in a wheelchair.

This person is physically weak without a powerful presence of Qi Blood and Power, but his eyes are bright and spirited, all signs that fit a Daoist Cultivator. Moreover, using Spiritual Power and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to control objects and defeat enemies is precisely the means of a Daoist Cultivator.

That night, Su Mu no longer sat silently under the locust tree, instead, he resumed teaching Qingshui literacy.

Qingshui finished writing, holding the Xuan paper to Su Mu.

"Sir, please take a look."

Su Mu took a look and was surprised in his heart. It seemed that during the period of deducing the Five Animals Qigong, Qingshui had put considerable effort into writing, making significant progress.

"Not bad writing."

"Sir, can you teach me another poem tonight?"

"Do you enjoy poetry?"

"Yes, Qingshui likes it!"

Seeing the genuine happiness on Qinghe Surface's face, Su Mu suddenly recalled meeting that beggar selling poems in Shuangbai Town.

"Alright."

Seeing Su Mu agree, Qingshui became even more excited, hastily pushing Su Mu to the table and handing over the writing brush.

Su Mu held the brush and thought for a while, silently apologizing in his heart, "Brother Bai, forgive me, I'll borrow your poem."

Immediately, Su Mu wielded the brush, writing four lines of poetry that danced across the paper like dragons and snakes, casually passing the poem over.

Qingshui immediately swallowed a breath of water, wanting to reach out, but quickly withdrew, wiping her little hand on the coat repeatedly before receiving it with starry eyes.

"What grass on the plain? Sir, I don't recognize this character."

"That character is read as 'li', which generally means distance, departure, or separation, and here it also refers to lush green grass."

"Oh."

Qingshui nodded and continued reading aloud, pausing to ask whenever encountering unfamiliar words, with Su Mu answering each one. After explaining everything, Qingshui repeatedly read half of the poem.

After several times, Qingshui suddenly asked a question.

"Sir, is there more to this poem?"

"Hmm?" Su Mu trembled all over, looking surprised, "How did you tell?"

"Qingshui observed that when you wrote the last line, you seemed about to continue but stopped."

"You really have sharp observations, indeed there is a second half to the poem, I will teach it to you another day."

"Thank you, Sir!"

...

Time quickly passed to three days later.

Noon at the Black Stone Forest, three miles east of Qinghe Town.

"Mr. Lin!"

Li Lishi saw the large and small figures appearing in the distance and hurriedly went to meet them, immediately drawing everyone's attention, including those from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall, Cangying Gang, and the Qingshui Town Government Office.

"Brother, it's him, Li Lishi truly is an old fox, he actually invited that person!"

Cang Heng's face changed greatly, the Cangying Gang originally intended to invite Su Mu, but previously Cang Heng had offended Su Mu, hence they did not extend the invitation, yet unexpectedly Li Lishi, the old fox, managed to invite him.

"It's fine, no matter how powerful that person is, he's nothing but a cripple. If that person is sensible, forget it, otherwise angering Elder Lin would certainly result in death."

The speaker was Cang Ying, Gang Leader of the Cangying Gang,

"Elder Lin is here?!"

Hearing this, Cang Heng swallowed a breath of water, glanced at Su Mu without fear, and gradually showed some mockery, confident that with Elder Lin present, they would definitely win today.

He, Cang Heng, wanted to see if in Elder Lin's presence that person dares to call himself Mr. Lin!

Su Mu felt several strange gazes fall upon him, his eyes slightly flickered, recognizing Cang Heng among the crowd, "It seems Li Lishi's concerns were true, the Cangying Gang indeed has backing today."

The few constables dispatched by the Qingshui Town Government Office, led by Captain Qiu, who was an eighth-grade Bone Forger Martial Artist, nodded slightly towards Su Mu as a greeting. He was not impressed by Su Mu, as rumors circulating earlier could not be fully trusted.

"Since both parties are present, the duel between your Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall and Cangying Gang shall commence today!"

Captain Qiu represented the Qingshui Town Government Office, infused with Qi Blood, speaking aloud.

Quickly, both sides sent a representative.

"Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall, Li Li."

"Cangying Gang, Zhou Gang."

Li Li looked at Zhou Gang across a distance with some arrogance, "Zhou Gang, you are no match for me!"

"We'll see."

Soon, both stood together, fists and kicks whistling in the air as Qingshui peeked her head out from behind the wheelchair, gazing intently and excitedly at the two sparring, "Sir, who do you think will win between them?"

"This match, Cangying Gang has a higher chance of winning."

Their conversation was not loud, but those elite members from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall heard and were filled with righteous indignation, each wanting to question whether Su Mu had come to support their Iron Fist Gang.

"Hmph, Brother Li Li entered Entry Level three months earlier than Zhou Gang. They have fought before, and Brother Li Li wins more than loses." A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl by Li Lishi's side spoke angrily.