All Heavens: Starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 27 Afei: No one can hold me for three moves!

It was afternoon.

Master Xinmei and his party arrived at a small town and found an inn to rest.

Tian Qi made an excuse to go for a walk in town, but instead slipped out of town and came to a small grove of trees.

In the woods stood an old man, about fifty years old, dressed in a tattered cotton robe, his face sallow and thin, like a malnourished old scholar.

However, this person is quite famous in the martial arts world, known as "Master Iron Flute". He is recognized as the "Number One Acupoint Striking Master" in the martial arts world today, and it is said that his martial arts skills are no less than those of the leaders of the seven major sects.

Upon meeting, Tian Qi respectfully stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Mr. Tie Di!"

"Hmm, everything's ready?"

"Don't worry, senior. I have prepared a sleeping potion. I will put it in the tea. Once Master Xinmei and the Shaolin disciples are asleep, that will be our chance to make our move."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tie Di frowned: "Sleeping pills? Wouldn't that make me look like a petty scoundrel?"

Tian Qi sighed and said, "Senior, this is a last resort. Otherwise, when we make our move, Master Xinmei will definitely wake up, and once he wakes up, our plan will be ruined."

"Isn't there any other way?"

"Senior, I really can't think of any other good way. Besides, Li Xunhuan has two friends who are likely protecting him in secret. If we don't make a move now, we might miss our chance."

"this……"

Mr. Iron Flute was still somewhat hesitant.

Tian Qi stepped forward and whispered, "Li Xunhuan is the notorious Plum Blossom Bandit who has committed countless evil deeds. If this thief is not eliminated, the martial world will never be at peace. Once we get to Shaolin Temple, who knows what other unexpected events might occur..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of hatred flashed in Mr. Iron Flute's eyes.

He was a man who always sought revenge. When he was away from home, the Plum Blossom Thief not only robbed his house but also murdered his most beloved concubine, using extremely cruel methods.

How could he swallow this insult?

Long Xiaoyun took advantage of this point and persuaded him to participate in the plan to ambush Li Xunhuan on the way.

Not long after, Tian Qi left in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Mr. Iron Flute slowly sat down cross-legged on the ground, preparing to meditate for a while.

Tian Qi said that Li Xunhuan's two friends might come that night, and there would definitely be a fierce battle then.

I had just finished adjusting my breathing when I suddenly heard a series of giggling sounds.

"Ah Fei, isn't it funny? Some martial arts masters are over fifty years old, yet they are being made fools of like monkeys without even realizing it."

"Oh? Who is this person?"

"Who else could it be? It's none other than the famous Mr. Iron Flute."

"Interesting! We should spread the word throughout the martial arts world..."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Iron Flute was furious!

He was indeed a highly accomplished person, but his manners were rather poor. He immediately shouted angrily, "Who are you, you brat, daring to speak ill of me behind my back!"

"Haha, what a coincidence!"

"Could it be such a coincidence? Is he really Mr. Iron Flute?"

As the voices were heard, Gu Yu and A Fei emerged from the woods together.

Afei was originally a quiet and reserved person, but after meeting Gu Yu, he gradually became more cheerful and sometimes even cracked jokes.

As soon as the two appeared, Mr. Tiedi subconsciously glanced at the sword at Gu Yu's waist, and his expression changed.

"So you're the Amorous Swordsman?"

"Well?"

"I recognize this sword. It was originally You Longsheng's Soul-Stealing Sword. I heard you changed it to the Passionate Sword and called yourself the Passionate Swordsman."

Gu Yu laughed and said, "I was just saying it casually that day, I didn't expect everyone to take it seriously."

Mr. Iron Flute said coldly, "How can one's reputation be taken lightly? I've heard that you killed the Green Demon Hand, and I'd like to learn a few moves from you."

Gu Yu shook his head: "No, your opponent today is not me, it's A Fei!"

"A flying swordsman?"

"right!"

"Alright!" Mr. Iron Flute then looked at A-Fei. "I've heard your sword is very fast, and I'd like to see it for myself. Considering you're a junior, I'll give you three moves."

Ah Fei reverted to his former arrogance, coldly stating, "No one can withstand three moves from me!"

Mr. Iron Flute laughed: "You're indeed young and impetuous! If I give you three moves, you're bound to die?"

Ah Fei replied, "Yes!"

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

"good!"

Ah Fei's hand gripped the hilt of the sword.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the woods, sending a chill through Mr. Iron Flute.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

But the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't go back on his word, so he quietly took two steps back.

Ah Fei asked, "Are you ready?"

Mr. Iron Flute moved his Adam's apple up and down, and suddenly leaped into the air.

Since his debut, he has never been so nervous, nor has he ever been so afraid of an opponent.

This is a very subtle intuition.

So he took the leap in advance—after all, he had said he would give up three moves, but he hadn't said he couldn't dodge.

At the same time, Afei drew his sword.

Once the sword is thrust out, it will never return empty-handed.

Blood splattered in mid-air.

Mr. Iron Flute fell like a leaf, his confidence turning into shock and terror.

He never expected that a person's sword could be so fast. He had dodged in advance, but he still couldn't avoid the sword.

It seems I really am getting old.

Afei sheathed his sword and said, "I didn't stab you in the throat this time. Firstly, you still have some dignity, and secondly, you and Long Xiaoyun are not on the same side; you were just deceived by him."

Mr. Iron Flute, his face ashen, leaned against a tree, blood gushing from his wound.

Fortunately, the sword strike was not fatal.

"Deceive? What does that mean?"

Gu Yu interjected, "Do you know why Long Xiaoyun insisted that Li Tanhua was the Plum Blossom Bandit?"

Mr. Iron Flute paused, then couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he one?"

"If Li Tanhua were greedy for money, why would he have squandered his entire fortune? Does he lack women? If he wanted, Lin Xian'er, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, could be in his bed anytime. Why would he care about your concubine?"

"At your age, you're senile, completely fooled by Long Xiaoyun. Robbing your family's wealth and killing your concubine were all orchestrated by Long Xiaoyun..."

Soon after, Mr. Iron Flute arrived at the inn with faltering steps.

Tian Qi was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Senior, what happened? Who hurt you?"

Mr. Iron Flute, ignoring the question, coldly replied, "He's not dead yet!"

Master Xinmei quickly stepped forward and said, "Your injuries are quite severe, please come inside quickly, this old monk will heal you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Mr. Tiedi followed Master Xinmei up to the second floor and into the guest room.

Downstairs, Tian Qi and Gongsun Moyun exchanged a gloomy glance.

They had planned everything meticulously, even putting sleeping pills into the tea.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Iron Flute was injured.

Could it be that Gu Yu and A Fei are really protecting Li Xunhuan in secret?

The thought struck them both, and they broke out in a cold sweat. They quickly poured out the tea that had been drugged to avoid giving anyone a handle to use against them.

"Brother Gongsun, what should we do?"

Tian Qi asked in a low voice.

"The plan has to be put on hold for now. We'll ask Mr. Tie Di tomorrow."

"All right!"

Tian Qi sighed.