All Heavens: Starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 30 In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through!

The carriage moved slowly along the road.

Master Xinmei and his entourage were all listless, especially the five Shaolin monks who walked alongside the carriage, who looked particularly dejected.

Because they hadn't eaten or even drunk anything for two days.

The horses seemed fine, eating and drinking as usual, which was rather enviable.

"I've got an idea!"

On the carriage, Mr. Iron Flute suddenly shouted.

"Oh?"

Li Xunhuan was resting when he heard the shout and opened his eyes.

Mr. Iron Flute said excitedly, "We can buy two unopened jars of sealed wine at the tavern, and two live chickens and ducks. We can feed them a few sips first, and then we'll be absolutely sure of success."

Li Xunhuan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Hmm, we can give it a try."

Alcohol certainly held a considerable allure for him.

Master Xinmei shook his head: "This old monk does not drink alcohol."

Mr. Iron Flute laughed and said, "It's your business if you don't want to drink, but I have to. If I don't eat anything, I won't have the strength to fight."

After walking a short distance, we finally saw a tavern.

The carriage stopped.

"I'm going to buy some wine!"

Mr. Iron Flute was about to get off the bus.

"Bang!"

At that moment, a dull sound came.

The driver stared wide-eyed, then jumped in fright, stammering, "A...a dead man..."

When Mr. Iron Flute stepped out of the sedan chair, he discovered a child's corpse lying in the middle of the road.

Li Xunhuan also came out, looked up and then subconsciously glanced around.

Sure enough, he saw Gu Yu and A Fei.

Gu Yu smiled at him, stretched out a hand, and shook his fingers a few times.

Li Xunhuan also smiled.

Because he knew that Gu Yu was gesturing with the number five, which meant the Five Poison Child.

"Alright, everyone, you can get off the bus and have a good meal now."

"What?"

Mr. Tie Di was somewhat surprised to hear what Li Xunhuan said.

Master Xinmei asked with a puzzled look, "Benefactor Li, aren't you afraid the Five Poison Boys will poison you?"

Li Xunhuan laughed and said, "He will never have the chance to poison me."

Why?

"Because he's already dead!"

Upon hearing Li Xunhuan's words, Mr. Tiedi had a sudden inspiration. He quickly turned his head to look at the corpse that resembled a child and exclaimed in surprise, "Could that be the Five Poison Child?"

Li Xunhuan nodded with a smile.

"How do you know he's the Five Poison Child?"

"Someone told me that."

"Who?"

Li Xunhuan did not answer and strode towards the tavern.

He hadn't drunk any alcohol for days, so he was going to drink to his heart's content.

Master Xinmei looked puzzled and couldn't help but step closer to examine the body more closely. He then instructed five Shaolin disciples: "Find something to wrap up the corpse and take it back to the temple. Be very careful and don't touch the body."

"yes!"

The five disciples responded in unison.

Apart from Li Xunhuan, Master Xinmei and Mr. Tiedi ate cautiously during the meal, as they were both haunted by their past experiences.

Li Xunhuan drank to his heart's content, and before setting off, disregarding Master Xinmei's gloomy face, he even brought several jars of wine onto the carriage.

After walking for a while, Mr. Iron Flute couldn't help but laugh and say, "It seems that the corpse really is the Five Poison Child. Li Tanhua, it must have been your friend who killed him, right?"

Before Li Xunhuan could answer, he continued, "You don't need to deny it. I know that your two friends have been secretly following you."

Li Xunhuan laughed and said, "I didn't deny it."

"Actually, there's something else I haven't told you. My injury is thanks to one of your friends."

"I can tell it's Ah Fei."

Mr. Iron Flute sighed, "His sword is too fast, too terrifying..."

Master Xinmei couldn't help but add, "In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken, just like Benefactor Li's flying knife."

The journey that followed was finally calm and peaceful.

Two days later, the group arrived at Shaolin Temple without incident.

At this moment, Master Xinhu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, was playing chess with a thin, short old man in the meditation room.

This old man was unremarkable in appearance, but his reputation was known to everyone in the martial arts world.

Because he is Bai Xiaosheng, and the Weapon Manual was created by him.

A disciple rushed in to report: "Abbot, Second Master Uncle has brought Li Xunhuan back with him."

With Master Xinhu's state of mind, it seems that nothing in the world can move him anymore.

But upon hearing the name "Li Xunhuan," his expression shifted, and he withdrew his hand, which was about to place a piece.

Even the usually nonchalant Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but show a variety of expressions in his eyes at this moment.

"Let's go take a look!"

Master Xinhu stood up and strode out of the meditation room.

For so many years, he had only heard of the name "Little Li Flying Dagger" but had never met him.

Upon meeting, I was momentarily stunned.

He never expected that the famous Li Xunhuan would look so refined, like a down-on-his-luck poet, with thin and slender hands.

There was no trace of martial arts skill in him.

What kind of magic does he possess?

Why does a throwing knife made of ordinary iron become so magical in his hands?

Bai Xiaosheng had met Li Xunhuan, but that was ten years ago.

"My dear scholar, it's been ten years! How have you been?"

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to remember me, sir."

Bai Xiaosheng then introduced, "This is Abbot Xinhu of Shaolin Temple!"

Li Xunhuan greeted him with a bow: "Master, your virtue and prestige are truly esteemed. I am but a humble novice in the martial world. How fortunate I am to have the honor of meeting you today!"

Master Xinhu clasped his hands together and replied, "Scholar, there's no need for modesty. Your reputation has already spread throughout the land. But I wonder, why would a scholar like you choose to become a thief?"

"Does the master believe I am the Plum Blossom Thief?"

"It is not that this old monk believes it, but that someone has asked our temple to investigate the truth and restore justice to the martial arts world."

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "Since the truth has not been ascertained, why would you ask me why I became a thief?"

"this……"

Master Xinhu was speechless for a moment.

A disciple nearby couldn't help but shout angrily, "How dare you be so disrespectful to the sect leader!"

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "In my opinion, Shaolin Temple is revered as a guiding light throughout the world, a place where reason prevails!"

Upon hearing this, Master Xinhu frowned and said to the disciple, "You spoke rudely; go and receive twenty strokes of the rod!"

The disciple broke out in a cold sweat, quickly responded, bowed, and retreated.

Bai Xiaosheng frowned and said coldly, "You have quite the sharp tongue, Scholar. Shaolin Temple will investigate the truth of the matter thoroughly."

"Of course!"

Bai Xiaosheng then said, "I know you had the opportunity to leave when you were at Xingyun Manor, so why didn't you leave?"

Li Xunhuan countered, "Why should I leave?"

"Aren't you worried that you'll never be able to leave Shaolin Temple again?"

"Unless Shaolin Temple is an unreasonable place!"

Upon hearing this, Xinhu angrily retorted, "You dare to insult Shaolin Temple like that, Scholar?"

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "Monks preach the emptiness of the four elements and should not harbor anger. I have long heard of your profound cultivation, Master. How come you are as impatient as I am?"

Xinhu coldly replied, "Don't forget, even Buddha Tathagata is not immune to roaring like a lion!"

"Then go ahead and shout!"

"Do you really think this old monk can't do anything to you?"

A throwing knife appeared in Li Xunhuan's hand at some point, and he said calmly, "If you don't believe me, Master, you're welcome to try."

"you……"

Bai Xiaosheng quickly tugged at Master Xinhu's sleeve: "Master, please don't make a move. No one in the world can be sure they can dodge Little Li's flying dagger."

Master Xinhu frowned: "Is there no one who can avoid it?"

"No! Not a single one!"

At this moment, Master Xinmei hurriedly approached: "Brother, wait a moment! Benefactor Li is not the Plum Blossom Thief!"

"Oh?"

Master Xinhu turned his head, secretly rejoicing.

If Xinmei hadn't arrived in time, he would have been in a real predicament.

Not taking action would mean showing weakness.

If he makes a move and fails to dodge Little Li's flying dagger, not only will he die, but the reputation of Shaolin will also be ruined by him.

In the end, it all comes down to my own lack of cultivation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so easily provoked by words and wanted to fight to see who was better.