Chapter 125

Song Song Jiasen returned to the mansion and took two pills for Song Song Zhiyi: "These pills can increase strength. Sleep immediately after eating."

Song Song Zhiyi said: "Dad, this is my first time in the arena. I'll stretch my muscles and practice a bit."

Song Song Jiasen frowned: "We're fighting tomorrow, what are you practicing for?"

Song Song Zhiyi scratched his scalp: "Dad, my master once said, sharpening the spear before the battle, even if it's not fast, it will shine!"

He had been learning his craft outside since he was young. He had spent more time with his master than with his father, and every word was "my master once said."

Song Song Jiasen hated this catchphrase extremely: "Stop talking this useless crap. If I tell you to sleep, then sleep!"

Song Song Zhiyi didn't dare to disobey. After lunch and the pills, he went to sleep early.

These pills were effective quickly. Song Song Zhiyi slept until one o'clock in the morning and was woken up by Song Song Jiasen.

After getting up, Song Song Zhiyi only felt he had endless strength: "Dad, what kind of pills are these? Why haven't I eaten them before?"

Song Song Jiasen gave a huff: "I couldn't bear to eat these pills myself. If it weren't for you going into battle tomorrow, I wouldn't have taken them out."

Song Song Zhiyi was in a great mood after hearing this.

Song Song Jiasen was indeed unable to bear to eat these pills.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pills; it was that he couldn't bear himself.

This was the Marrow Poison Pill. After eating it, one could increase combat power by one level in the short term. Song Song Zhiyi was a first-layer martial cultivator. In the next two days, his combat power could barely rival a second-layer martial cultivator.

But there was a price for this.

After the pills expired, Song Song Zhiyi would lose two full years of cultivation. His talent was already poor, so this way, advancing to the second layer would be even more remote.

"Pack your things and follow me." Song Song Jiasen took Song Song Zhiyi out, didn't bring any attendants, didn't take the main door, and the father and son secretly left the mansion from the back door.

Song Song Zhiyi didn't understand: "Dad, where are we going?"

"Don't talk, just follow."

The two walked on small paths, walked all the way to the north of the village, heard the road roller rumbling, and were still repairing the road. Song Song Jiasen deliberately took a detour and entered a ruin across the road.

Xiao Xiao Chuan added a shovel of coal to the road roller and licked the wound on his lip.

Deep in the ruins, Song Song Jiasen saw no one around, turned his face to Song Song Zhiyi and said: "Look clearly, this is the field I chose for you. I have already arranged for people. Tomorrow morning, someone will come to seal the field. Before the field is sealed, no one knows that you and Ma Wu are having a showdown here."

This place was full of broken bricks and rotten tiles, and there were quite a few broken walls that hadn't been demolished cleanly. Song Song Zhiyi wasn't too satisfied with such a combat environment:

"Dad, why choose this place? I'm a martial cultivator, and Ma Wu is a joy cultivator. I have the advantage in close combat."

"This place is so messy, it's not easy for me to get close. If I'm kited by him, I'll be the one suffering."

"Fart, can I let you suffer?" Song Song Jiasen took out a cocoon from his bosom and placed it on a broken tile.

A white silkworm crawled out of the cocoon.

The silkworm spat silk on the broken tile, and Song Song Jiasen watched from the side.

Estimating that the silk was almost spat out, Song Song Jiasen put the white silkworm on a pile of wood next to the broken tile.

This pile of wood had dozens of pieces, all dismantled from the house, stacked somewhat messily, and it would be normal if it collapsed.

The white silkworm gnawed a hole in one of the pieces of wood, then drilled into the hole and began to eat greedily.

After waiting for nearly two hours, until the most critical piece of wood was eaten hollow, Song Song Jiasen took back the round white silkworm, put it in a sack, and carried it on his back.

"You remember this: tomorrow when the fight starts, lure Ma Wu to this broken tile. As long as he steps on this broken tile, the pile of wood next to it will collapse toward the broken tile."

"Even if this pile of wood doesn't hit him, he'll have to find a way to dodge. While he's dodging, you beat him up severely. Don't kill him; leave him a breath, beat him until he begs for mercy."

Song Song Zhiyi was stunned for a long time. He hadn't spent much time at home, but he felt his father was a prestigious and decent person in Lanyang Village. He didn't expect him to use such means for a showdown: "Dad, you want to play dirty with him? This isn't good. If others find out..."

Song Song Jiasen gave Song Song Zhiyi a slap: "Why do you think I brought you out alone so late? Isn't it just so others won't find out?"

He didn't even bring guards; this matter couldn't be known by anyone.

Song Song Zhiyi covered his face and said: "Dad, I ate the pills, I'm a first-layer martial cultivator, and I've been at the first layer for several years. Dealing with Ma Wu, that first-layer joy cultivator, is a piece of cake. We don't need to use this means. A man should act openly and honestly..."

Song Song Jiasen turned his head and gave another slap: "You've really been taught stupid outside. Do you know what acting openly and honestly is?"

"You think only you have pills? What is Ma Wu's background? The Fifth Young Master of the Ma family. Do you think the medicine in his hand is less than yours?"

"You think you've been at the level for a few years longer than him, so you can beat him? You really think highly of yourself!"

"Tang Tang Tianjin went to block him on the road this morning, and he hasn't returned yet. I sent people to search the whole village, but couldn't find him alive or dead."

"Do you know how much experience Ma Wu has? Do you know how many things he has experienced and how many people he has met? You haven't even been out of Green Water Bay in your life, and you want to compare with him?"

Song Song Jiasen let Song Song Zhiyi firmly remember the position, and the two walked back the way they came.

On the way, Song Song Zhiyi still couldn't help but complain: "Dad, if I can beat Ma Wu with my real ability tomorrow, I won't need this mechanism. If people see it, it will lose our family's face."

"Why would you let people see it?" Song Song Jiasen said angrily. "You talk to me about real ability. Do you know what real ability is? You think ability in fists and kicks is real ability?"

Song Song Zhiyi was surprised: "A showdown in the wild, isn't it just looking at fists and kicks?"

"No wonder you don't understand. Compared to your brother, you're just not good enough. I've guarded Lanyang Village for more than twenty years. In these twenty years, whether it's the blue sky field or the dark sky field, which showdown relied on fists and kicks? Can't you see the way of it yourself?"

This couldn't be blamed on Song Song Zhiyi; he had been learning his craft outside for many years and hadn't seen many showdowns.

Song Song Jiasen also knew that Song Song Zhiyi lacked experience and explained patiently: "In the showdown between Old Wei and Yu Little Mazi, do you think Old Wei could win? If he hadn't given me a thousand silver dollars in advance, how could Yu Little Mazi have tripped over a stone halfway through the fight?"

"The big fellow hired by Hua Xiao Xuan Inn, couldn't he fight? How did he lose during the showdown? Why did the wall collapse? Why was it so coincidental that it hit the big fellow?"

"They hired a few girls in the inn to do special work, did private business, and didn't show it on the accounts, and didn't hand the money to me. Can I tolerate him? Can I let him win?"

"A showdown in the wild, who wins and who loses, is all decided by your father. Regardless of dirty or clean means, whoever wins stands, and whoever loses lies down. This is my rule."

"The Song family's empire was built this way. This empire will eventually be handed over to you two brothers. If you can't even learn the rules, how can you be the master?"

Song Song Zhiyi lowered his head: "Then what if it's exposed? Where would I put my face? I'm also the Second Young Master of the Song family..."

Song Song Jiasen was furious. There were some things he hadn't wanted to tell this kid for so many years, just because his brain was too stubborn.

"You kid just doesn't understand things, you're far worse than your brother. You kid, tomorrow if..." Song Song Jiasen was startled, one foot stepped on the ground, and suddenly couldn't lift it.

"Glue!" Song Song Jiasen was shocked. "Someone set an ambush!"

"What's wrong, Dad? What kind of ambush!" Song Song Zhiyi was really stubborn. Seeing Song Song Jiasen couldn't lift his foot, he actually followed over.

"Don't come over, you damn!"

Song Song Jiasen said it too late; Song Song Zhiyi was already standing beside him, and his feet couldn't be lifted either.

"Dad, what's wrong with this?"

"You waste, why the hell did you follow over? If your brother didn't have injuries on his body, this job shouldn't have been called for you."

"Take off your shoes, don't let your feet touch the ground after taking them off, step on your shoes, jump elsewhere, don't use your hands to support the ground, and don't let the other foot touch the ground either."

Song Song Jiasen had experience, rubbed his foot in the shoe, and quickly pulled out one foot.

The other foot was hard to struggle free. Song Song Jiasen was still exerting force when he suddenly heard a sound from afar.

*Huchi! Huchi! *

What thing is coming?

Song Song Jiasen looked up and saw a behemoth, spraying smoke and rushing over.

Li Li Banfeng drove the road roller over.

Letting Xiao Xiao Chuan go to work was to monitor Song Song Jiasen's movements.

Seeing Song Song Jiasen and his son, Xiao Xiao Chuan immediately sent a letter to Li Li Banfeng.

In the middle of the night, the wild field was silent. Li Li Banfeng was a third-layer residential cultivator and was easily ignored by others. Relying on the clairaudience of the thread-pulling earrings, he listened to the sound and found Song Song Jiasen and his son, turned back to bring Xiao Xiao Chuan, and set up an ambush on the road in advance.

Having seen two showdowns in the inn, Li Li Banfeng had already seen the way of it.

A showdown in the wild doesn't compare fists and kicks; it compares eloquence, mechanisms, and scheming.

The middle-aged man hired by the Liu Garden Inn said a bunch of pretty words and finally won the showdown. Winning is winning; no one cares how he won. People feel he is reasonable, so he should win.

As for why the brick wall suddenly collapsed, and why it was so coincidental that it hit the big fellow, these things no one cares about.

Even if someone cares, what can they do?

Yu Little Mazi died in the dark sky field. He wanted to care, but couldn't speak.

Hua Xiao Xuan Inn offended Song Song Jiasen; it's hard to say whether they can continue to operate, so they dare not care about anything in the showdown.

Will the onlookers care?

After watching, they are satisfied. As for other things, they are too lazy to pay attention!

Song Song Jiasen's idea was right; regardless of dirty or clean means, as long as you can win. On this point, Li Li Banfeng's idea was basically the same as his.

But in the details, the two had some differences.

Song Song Jiasen never thought about having a fair competition.

Li Li Banfeng never thought about having a competition.

Compete for what?

To fight for victory, do you have to go to the ring?

Who wants to go to the ring with you?

Even if they were trapped by glue, Li Li Banfeng didn't intend to fight hard. Glue doesn't stick to iron, and the road roller's iron wheels were just right for taking action.

The road roller rushed to Song Song Jiasen, and Song Song Jiasen took out a dagger and threw it at Li Li Banfeng's face.

Third-layer martial cultivator, this strike was very accurate.

But Li Li Banfeng was a third-layer residential cultivator plus a second-layer traveling cultivator, and he dodged it by lowering his head.

Song Song Jiasen wanted to find tools again, but it was too late.

The huge iron wheel rolled directly over Song Song Zhiyi's body, from the knees down, all rolled under the wheel, and the screams were heart-rending.

Song Song Jiasen had one foot free from his shoe, took the opportunity to retreat one step, used all his strength, and desperately held up the wheel.

Third-layer martial cultivator, indeed had strength, and the road roller was actually forced to stop by him.

Li Li Banfeng opened the valve to the maximum and watched Song Song Jiasen quietly.

Song Song Jiasen's face was blue and purple. He looked up at Li Li Banfeng and said: "Bastard, you, you tricked me!"

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "I quite appreciate those two sentences you just said: whoever wins stands, whoever loses lies down. I'll give you one more sentence: if you're dead, shut up."

After speaking, Li Li Banfeng said to Xiao Xiao Chuan: "Was he going to dismember one of your legs?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Xiao Chuan nodded, gritting his teeth behind him.

Li Li Banfeng pulled out the Tang Dao and handed it to Xiao Xiao Chuan.

"Brother, it's time to work. Dismember Master Song's leg."

Xiao Xiao Chuan took the knife, got off the road roller, and raised the knife to chop at Song Song Jiasen's right leg.

He didn't even need to exert force. What was the quality of the Tang Dao? With one slash, Song Song Jiasen's right leg was severed at the root.

This time Song Song Jiasen couldn't hold on anymore, and the road roller drove over the father and son directly.

After stopping the car, Li Li Banfeng saw that this ground wasn't easy to deal with.

Xiao Xiao Chuan said: "Seventh Master, don't worry about this matter. I'll cover it with some asphalt in a while and press it flat. You go do your business."

This brother is sensible!

Li Li Banfeng smiled, lowered his hat, and left the wild field.

The next day, twelve-thirty noon.

The people who sealed the field for the Song family came early, but Song Song Jiasen and Song Song Zhiyi didn't come.

Ma Wu, who had been waiting in the wild field for half an hour, shouted at the onlookers:

"Although I, Ma Ma Junyang, have fallen, I am a hero standing here. Song Song Jiasen said he wanted a showdown in the wild, and I came. I didn't find anyone else; I came by myself!"

"It's nothing more than risking my life here, but I, Ma Ma Junyang, didn't admit defeat! I'll wait here all day today. I want to see if Song Song Jiasen and his son dare to come!"

Li Li Banfeng watched with a smile, and Xiao Xiao Chuan led the cheers in the crowd.

If you want to talk about it, a showdown in the wild compares eloquence!

PS: Lanyang Village is about to change masters!

(End of chapter)