"Brother, youâre back~"
Chen Pingâan had just climbed over the courtyard wall when Chen Erya walked out of the house.
It was clear the little girl had been watching the courtyard.
"Nannan, still awake?" Chen Pingâan bent down to take off his shoes. "Grab me a pair of shoes."
"Ah, Brother, your..."
Chen Erya covered her mouth, her eyes now fixed on the bloodstains on Chen Pingâanâs shoes.
"Are you okay?"
Instead of getting the shoes, the little girl ran up and looked Chen Pingâan over carefully.
"Iâm fine!" Chen Pingâan puffed out his chest. "Your brother is tough! You know how strong I am."
"Then the bloodstains are..." The little girl was still worried.
"Just a small incident, but itâs nothing. I already took care of it." Chen Pingâan patted Chen Eryaâs head and said with a smile, "Go get the shoes."
"Okay." Chen Erya nodded and quickly brought a pair of shoes out from the room.
Chen Pingâan took the shoes, put them on, and then carried the bloodstained pair into the kitchen.
He tossed the shoes under the stove and skillfully struck a flint to light a fire. The small sparks under the stove slowly grew into flames.
"Go to sleep now, itâs late," Chen Pingâan said, turning to Chen Erya.
The little girl had been watching him the whole time. She was very curious about what had happened to her brother, but since he didnât say anything, she didnât ask.
"Iâll wait for you."
"You silly girl..." A doting smile appeared on Chen Pingâanâs face.
Not trying to hide anything from Chen Erya, he took out the black cloth bag and the dagger from his robes. Meeting Chen Eryaâs questioning gaze, Chen Pingâan explained with a smile, "These are my spoils of war! Some idiot targeted me on the way back, and I took care of him easily."
A complex look flashed in Chen Eryaâs eyes, but she just nodded lightly.
Chen Pingâan didnât mention the details of what happened, and the little girl didnât ask. This was the tacit understanding between the siblings.
Chen Pingâan opened the black cloth bag, revealing some broken silver and small coins inside. He took it out and counted it, finding a total of one and a half silver taels plus fifty-two small coins.
A hint of joy appeared in Chen Pingâanâs eyes.
It was nearly two months of his Monthly Allowance. With this sum of silver, he wouldnât have to worry about affording meat for a while.
Next, his gaze fell upon the dagger.
The dagger was seven or eight inches long and shaped like a miniature sword. Chen Pingâan drew it from its sheath, revealing a cold glint. It was double-edged and sharpened. Though somewhat worn and battered by time, its gleam showed it was still sharp.
âAn unexpected bonus!â
Chen Pingâan toyed with the dagger admiringly, unable to put it down. The more he looked at it, the more pleased he was.
Though its style was ordinary and it was a bit worn, the dagger was still sharp and practical. Having a weapon like this gave him an extra bit of confidence when he went out.
By now, the shoes under the stove had almost completely burned away. The flames gradually weakened until they went out.
Confirming that everything was taken care of, Chen Pingâan went into the courtyard, drew a basin of water, stripped off his clothes, and began to wash himself.
"Brother, let me help you." Chen Erya came over, volunteering eagerly.
Chen Pingâan didnât want to discourage the little girlâs enthusiasm, so he agreed with a smile.
With Chen Eryaâs help, Chen Pingâan quickly finished washing. The two of them went into the room together, got into their own beds, and went to sleep.
Clearly, the little girl was exhausted. With Chen Pingâan there beside her, she felt safe and secure. After just a few words, she fell into a deep sleep.
âThat girl!â Chen Pingâan smiled to himself.
The night was late, but he wasnât sleepy. Although this wasnât the first time he had killed someone, his heart was still not at peace.
The gruesome state of the man in the bamboo hat still flashed through his mind from time to time.
âThatâs just how the world is. If your skills are inferior, you have no one to blame but yourself!â
Chen Pingâan let out a long sigh.
âIf there were a choice, who wouldnât want to live a peaceful and stable life in this world!?â
He didnât have a choice.
âTo live well, to live with dignity, you have to make sacrifices. Those are the rules of this world! No one can break them!â
Since he couldnât sleep anyway, and having just acquired the Flying Locust Throwing Technique, Chen Pingâan decided to review and comprehend it once more.
âHaving a Golden Finger is great.â The Cultivation Technique had already been recorded, so if Chen Pingâan wanted to read it, he only needed to shift his gaze slightly for the entire text to appear before his eyes. He could even see it in his mind with his eyes closed.
âSaves a lot on lamp oil, I guess,â Chen Pingâan thought with a self-deprecating smile.
The opening section was an introduction to the Flying Locust Stone.
The Flying Locust Stone is one of the most convenient and economical of hidden weapons. It can be found anywhere and picked up at will. There is no need to spend money to buy them, nor time to shape them. Their supply is endless and inexhaustible. You can pick them up and throw them with ease...
In the mountains and wilds, seek hard stones. Bluestone is best, granite is second, and yellow sandstone is the worst. The chosen stones should be long and slender, sharp at the top and thick at the bottom. As for their shape, they should slightly resemble a locust, hence the name Flying Locust Stone...
When traveling, carry them in a pouch worn at the waist. The pouch should be positioned according to the userâs throwing hand. Those who throw with their right hand should hang the pouch on their left hip...
Chen Pingâan read through it carefully, feeling a sense of admiration.
âThe Flying Locust Throwing Technique may be common, but thereâs a lot of knowledge within it. Once mastered, this Cultivation Technique has three uses. First, as a hidden weapon to catch an enemy off guard with a sudden attack. Second, to scout a path by throwing stones ahead or below to check for danger. Third, for misdirection, by throwing a stone a long distance to create a sound and draw people away to investigate.
The so-called Flying Locust Stone truly holds a Profound Mystery!â
The convenience of the Flying Locust Stone is as described above. As for its training method, it is not overly difficult and is broadly similar to throwing darts. However, it specifically uses a snapping or flicking motion of the wrist rather than a pushing force.
The setup of the target...
The throwing technique often employs an underhand grip. To hit a target straight on, first raise your hand upward, then flip your wrist downward and forcefully fling the stone forward. To hit a target from the side, if throwing with the right hand, you should stand sideways with your left shoulder facing the target. Before gripping the stone, flick your hand out to the right, then twist your wrist and forcefully throw to the left. These two methods are the core techniques of the Flying Locust Stone, and both use an underhand grip.
When using the Flying Locust Stone against an enemy, one should aim for the head and face, as these areas are generally unprotected. The eyes and nose are extremely fragile and easily injured. Alternatively, one should aim for the wrist and ankle bones. These two joints are particularly sensitive to pain. A strike to the wrist will cause the enemy to drop their weapon, while a strike to the ankle will make it difficult for them to walk...
As he continued to read, Chen Pingâan gradually grasped the training method for the Flying Locust Stone. Although he hadnât started practicing yet, with this foundation, he would only need to try it a few times the next day to begin training properly.
âGood. Iâll start practicing with the Flying Locust Stone tomorrow!â
With the Flying Locust Stoneâs training method clear in his mind, Chen Pingâanâs heart settled, and he gradually fell asleep.
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