From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

34, Qingyun

"You all saw it. It was a fair fight; fists and feet have no eyes. If someone dies, it's nobody's fault but their own!"

"Leave the land title!"

"Carry him away!"

Ren Zhengwei rushed to Yang Zhen's side, checked his breath, and knew he was dead. He stood up and immediately shouted righteously.

The three ruffians and Li Tianci were completely terrified. They had all wanted to scatter and flee, but upon hearing this, they trembled as they left the land deed, helped up the corpse, and hurried away.

He didn't dare to look at Ren Qingshan even once.

"From now on, if anyone dares to tempt my villagers to gamble again, they'd better think twice about what happened today!"

Ren Zhengwei shouted at their retreating figures.

I felt truly delighted.

That was a fantastic battle!

Many years ago, during a severe drought, he lost to a martial artist from Yangjiayu while fighting for water. He still regrets it to this day, so he works hard to cultivate the land, has many sons, and has devoted all his wealth to supporting his three sons in learning martial arts.

Unexpectedly, the one who finally avenged his deepest hatred today was not his son, but his sixth brother, whose health had been poor for years!

Even so, it's still comfortable!

They're all from the Ren family!

"Sixth Brother, your martial arts achievements make you the number one in Renjia Village, haha..."

Turning back, Ren Zhengwei said cheerfully.

Ren Qingshan slowly put on his pants, nodded calmly, and cupped his hands to the crowd: "Everyone, please disperse. Go and invite the spirit medium to come and burn some paper money, so that this wandering ghost won't ruin the feng shui of my village."

To be fair, I didn't intend to kill anyone in today's battle.

However, since it is a martial arts battle, we must go all out, fight to the death, and not hold back in the slightest.

The world of martial artists is this cruel.

Once you've killed someone, you've killed them; there's no going back on your decision.

My cousin, Ren Zhengwei, lived up to his reputation as a former bodyguard and was quite adept at handling the aftermath. He kept the matter firmly under control, so even if the authorities came to investigate, it wouldn't matter.

Fights between martial artists happen every day, but the authorities won't intervene unless it's a heinous massacre of an entire family or involves a very important person.

"Sixth Brother is still the most thoughtful."

Upon hearing this, Ren Zhengwei chuckled and instructed his nephews to clean up the bloodstains on the ground and to fetch the village geomancer. Only then did he pull Ren Qingshan's arm and walk back into the courtyard, closing the gate behind him.

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In the courtyard.

His second son, Ren Yaozong, looked at Ren Qingshan with a flushed face and called out nervously and respectfully, "Sixth Uncle."

There were seven brothers in the family. Three went to the county town to learn martial arts, while the other four could not go due to their own aptitude and family finances. However, if there were masters in the village, it would be different. Even if they learned a move or two, it would be enough to benefit them.

Father is beyond saving; there are no secret medicines, and the cultivation techniques cannot be passed on to outsiders. But now, a new hope has emerged.

Sixth Uncle!

Ren Qingshan nodded and smiled, vaguely discerning his thoughts, but only said with a smile, "Didn't I scare you?"

"No, no, Uncle Liu is invincible! He's incredibly brave!"

Ren Yaozong praised loudly and wanted to continue, but then he saw his father's stern gaze upon him.

He gave an awkward laugh and immediately swallowed back the words he hadn't said.

Their family education was naturally very strict.

Seeing his son's thoughts, Ren Zhengwei sighed and said in a deep voice, "Martial artists in this world all fight for their lives. Like that battle just now, if you win, your sixth uncle will gain both fame and fortune. But if you lose, you will end up like Yang Zhen... My son, I was lucky to survive."

Ren Yaozong felt a chill run down his spine, and his budding desire to learn martial arts was instantly extinguished as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

Yes.

Winning brings glory, but losing means death.

Moreover, you can win countless times, but you can only lose once.

He scratched his head, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing, and whispered, "No...no, Father, I don't want to learn martial arts. I just want to live a peaceful life."

……

Ren Zhengwei led Ren Qingshan into the main hall, where the land deed was stamped and the name was changed.

After chatting for a few minutes, Ren Qingshan was about to get up and leave.

"Sixth brother, wait a moment."

Ren Zhengwei remained silent for a moment, then got up and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets. From the bottom box, he found a cloth bag wrapped tightly in layers.

With a slight thought, Ren Qingshan watched curiously.

As he unwrapped the cloth bundle layer by layer, Ren Zhengwei slowly spoke: "Sixth Brother, I have asked you about your martial arts realm many times, but you have always given me the runaround. I suppose you have your reasons, and I will not ask any further."

"Here is one of my weapons from back then. It was quite powerful. I originally intended to give it to Xiao Hui after he broke through to the Silver Blood level."

"It seems you've achieved success first, and besides, you've mastered leg techniques, so I'll give this to you, brother."

When the cloth bag was completely opened, Ren Qingshan was slightly taken aback when he saw what was inside, and felt a bit of amusement and exasperation.

These are a pair of shoes.

Sending shoes?

Brother, you don't have athlete's foot, do you?

These shoes look no different from ordinary boots. They are grayish-yellow in color, appear to be made of cowhide, and have slight signs of wear. They have been thoroughly washed.

"These shoes have three layers. The outermost layer is made of seven layers of cowhide stitched together, so it can't be pierced by a knife or burned by fire."

"The middle layer is a soft sword made of a secret material. It can shrink and contract freely, and can be soft or hard. When it is soft, it can move freely, and when it is hard, it can be as hard as refined iron. The more force is exerted, the harder it becomes."

"The innermost layer is meteorite iron, forged over a hundred days into a thin layer."

"These shoes look ordinary, but they weigh 27 kilograms... Back then, I called them the Qingyun Boots."

Ren Zhengwei sighed as he gently stroked the shoe, as if recalling the glorious past.

Ren Qingshan was also somewhat moved.

"Here you go, take it."

Ren Zhengwei said through gritted teeth.

"This isn't appropriate, brother..."

Although Ren Qingshan was tempted and felt a warmth in his heart, he still refused.

"Don't make excuses."

"If you rise to prominence in the future, please take good care of my three sons."

"You try it, I...I...I won't look anymore, I'm too old, my eyes are easily hurt."

Ren Zhengwei said in a deep voice, then turned and went into the inner room.

These shoes were a lifesaver; if they hadn't been the ones that killed his opponent at the crucial moment, he would have been the one to die... Now, he had to give them away himself, and Ren Zhengwei truly couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

Watching his retreating figure, Ren Qingshan remained silent and let out a long sigh.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his lips.

A man who can become a village chief is truly remarkable.

A pair of Qingyun boots, in exchange for his Qingyun brand.

Brother, your path is getting wider and wider...

……

After changing into these Qingyun boots, just as he said, the middle layer material was flexible and fit the feet perfectly, providing excellent support and giving the feet a strong sense of security and happiness.

These are combat boots!

Valentino for men...

One kick and it could really kill someone!

Ren Qingshan took a few steps and quickly adapted.

Although it weighs 27 kilograms, it's nothing compared to my current physique.

"Big brother, I'm leaving."

"Since you've given me the Azure Cloud Boots, I will certainly help my nephew achieve great things... You can enjoy your life in peace."

Ren Zhengwei then came out from the inner room to see him off, his eyes slightly red. He suppressed his emotions and politely saw him to the door.

Outside.

Ren Qingshan saw that the village's geomancer, Master Ma, was already burning paper money at the door.

But there was also a man suffering from tuberculosis, who was gnawing on a blood-stained steamed bun.

According to local folklore, the blood of someone who dies a violent death can cure tuberculosis.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with both respect and fear, Ren Qingshan smiled and chatted with them for a while to maintain his approachable persona before striding away.

Go to the land!

Transform the soil's fertility!

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