The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 32

But he's been really unlucky lately. Just as his back touched the wall, the wall suddenly moved, and he was thrown backward, landing heavily on the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and, ignoring the pain, immediately covered his head with an iron pot and burrowed into the bushes.

Hearing a continuous rumbling sound, he peeked through the crack in the iron pot and saw that the roof of the house had been smashed and the four walls had been destroyed. Standing around it were five giants who looked exactly the same. They were all dressed in coarse yellow hemp clothes and hemp shoes with many ears. They carried huge steel pestles and were at least twelve feet tall. They had broad backs, thick hips, big shoulders and thick waists. Their five big heads were covered with messy hair and were comparable to his own.

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My God! Who are these five mountains?! Well! They don't even have the ultimate weapon, their butts, so they just use their stinky little feet, like little boats, to step on each other. They'd probably just crush themselves to death!

Zhu Huihui immediately ducked into the pot, hiding in the grass, too afraid to utter a sound.

The color of Maple Snow rose like a wisp of smoke the moment the house collapsed, landing on a horizontal branch of a hemlock tree, frowning as it looked at the five giants at its feet:

"The Five Heroes of Qiyun?"

The title "Five Heroes of Qiyun" is an exaggeration; these five giants were actually known in the martial arts world as the "Five Scoundrels." They were siblings from the same mother, and from a young age, they were all tall, strong, and incredibly powerful, but their minds were rather dull. They were often bullied and exploited by the local villains. Later, they were taken in as disciples by Master Huizhi, a master of the Qiyun Sect, who disciplined them strictly and taught them external martial arts techniques based on their immense strength and thick skin. However, while their skills improved, their intelligence didn't, making them a source of much amusement in the martial arts world, hence the nickname "Five Scoundrels of Qiyun." Fortunately, despite their scoundrel nature, they were simply honest and straightforward, and not inherently evil.

Why are these five scoundrels causing me trouble?

The eldest brother said in a gruff voice, "Get down! If you don't, I'll smash the tree down and kill you!"

"Come up here if you dare!" Zhu Huihui challenged Feng Xuese in her heart. This old man always climbs trees to show off; that bear-like idiot couldn't possibly climb that high!

Feng Xuese wasn't as bored as him; he simply smiled and asked, "Five sworn brothers, what business do you have with me, Feng?"

He didn't seem to care at all about almost being knocked into the house by five giants. He kept smiling and, afraid that the five bums wouldn't understand, tried to avoid using any fancy words.

Boss Ba said in a gruff voice, "Here, take your head! Hurry up and cut it off yourself, don't waste our time!"

Zhu Huihui was trying to suppress her laughter in the grass until her stomach hurt. This big guy was really something else!

Feng Xuese feigned curiosity and asked, "I wonder what use the five of you have for my head?"

Ba Lao Er honestly said, "That woman said that only by taking your head back can we exchange it for the Ink Horn Qilin Slices and the Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng King for Master to eat."

Mojiao Qilin tablets and Millennium Snow Ginseng King are sacred medicines for treating internal and external injuries. The former is produced in the southernmost sea area, and the latter is produced on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Both are rare and grow in remote and dangerous places, so they have always been extremely valuable.

Although these five scoundrels were unruly, they were very filial to their master. Feng Xuese felt a little fondness for them. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Who injured Master Huizhi?" At the same time, she wondered: It was a woman who wanted to kill him? What kind of woman was she? Had she offended any woman recently?

Ba Laosan asked in surprise, "How do you know Master is injured? You must have hurt Master!" After saying that, he picked up the big pestle and smashed it against the tree where Feng Xuese stood.

The hemlock was as thick as two people could hug. Even with his brute strength, Ba Laosan couldn't break it in one fell swoop. With a "crack," the tree shook violently, but Feng Xuese remained motionless, as if stuck to the branches.

Ba Laosan was furious and, holding the big pestle, struck it several more times. Ba Laosi also rushed over to help. The two brothers took turns striking it with the pestle, but even the thickest tree couldn't hold on any longer. Finally, with a "crack," it fell to the side.

Amidst the fluttering leaves, Maple Snow Lightly moved and landed on another, thicker tree, her clothes fluttering gracefully.

Buffett was furious and rushed forward to smash it again.

Feng Xuese sighed helplessly and raised her voice, "Master Huizhi is my old friend, how could I possibly hurt him!"

Of the five scoundrels, Ba Laowu was the most astute. He tilted his head back, looking quite shrewd, and asked, "You said you're a friend of Master's?"

Feng Xuese replied, "Exactly!"

Several years ago, he had a brief encounter with Master Huizhi at Mount Lu in Jiangxi. Both of them were invited by Daoist Qinglin of Xiulu Temple on Mount Lu to make a special trip to taste the finest cloud-like mist produced by the sacred tree in the backyard of Xiulu Temple. They had a very pleasant conversation and thus became friends.

However, Ba Laowu said, "Never heard of it!"

Zhu Huihui, with the iron pot on his head, squatted in the grass, already overjoyed. It was rare to find someone unafraid of the old man and willing to humiliate him!

Feng Xuese smiled wryly: "It's been several years. Does Master Huizhi still enjoy steamed eggplant with minced garlic and cold sea lettuce salad?"

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"..."

Five rascals huddled together, whispering amongst themselves:

"He knew what dishes his master liked to eat; he was truly a good friend of his master."

"That's not necessarily true, maybe it was just a fluke!"

"Fifth Brother is right! Master always says we're all a bit dim-witted, so we absolutely can't trust him this time!"

"He dared to lie to us, let me go and kill him!"

"Wait! What if he really knows Master? That's our Martial Uncle! If we kill him, Master will be angry!"

“Yes! The one who injured my master was a man in black, who only reached my waist. The person in the tree was much taller, only up to my chest,” one of them said, raising his hand to show his height.

"So, should we take a picture of him or not?"

"Take a picture! If you don't take a picture, you won't get the medicine, and your master will die!"

"Right, right! Who cares who it is? We'll just kill him and not tell our master!"

Although they lowered their voices, they were still quite loud. Zhu Huihui heard them clearly. Ha, these five guys are really stupid. Master was clearly injured by the man in black, but they're blaming this guy in white—hmm, the old man's clothes don't seem so white anymore…

"But this guy keeps jumping around in the trees, it's hard to take pictures!"

"Fifth brother, go and trick him into coming down here. Tell him we don't want his head anymore..."

After discussing it for a long time, the five of them made up their minds. The fifth brother, with a cunning look, raised his head and said, "Hey, get down here! We won't hit you anymore. We'll treat you to a meal, meat!"

Feng Xuese looked at these scoundrels with a headache. These five were truly a disgrace to Master Huizhi's years of painstaking teaching! If it weren't for their unwavering loyalty to their master, he would have given them a good beating on Huizhi's behalf.

"Does Master Huizhi's injury require the Ink Horn Qilin Slice and the Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng King?"

Upon hearing this, Ba Laosan became furious again: "You even know what your master uses to cure illnesses, and you still say you're not the murderer!" He grabbed his pestle and charged at the tree again!