Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

Duan Yun moved away from the scene of the impending clash, only to find that the road was now filled with people heading to watch the excitement.

"Hey brother, if they really start fighting, will it be dangerous?"

"It'll be awesome to watch if they really start hacking at each other, with blood flowing like it's free."

"Exactly! As long as it's exciting to watch, it's worth dying for!"

A boisterous group went to watch the spectacle, while Duan Yun rode his gray donkey in the opposite direction.

Because the two gangs were about to fight, the nearby shops had closed, but now that he had earned two taels of silver, he had money for food.

Drinking and competitive drinking were expensive, so he would definitely drink less today.

It was the transition season between summer and autumn, but the city still felt hot.

On a street with few people, a wine shop's banner listlessly swayed in the wind, but Duan Yun's eyes lit up.

After drinking for some time, he had learned a few things about wine.

The aroma was unmistakably that of authentic plum wine, perfect for drinking in this weather.

So he tied his gray donkey to the door and went straight inside.

The wine was newly brewed plum wine, and the dishes were authentic home-style cuisine.

Along the way, Duan Yun had been eating and drinking whatever he could find, tasting flavors from all over, but this meal would be more restrained in both wine and dishes.

The wine was not much, and there were only two dishes, but he felt a rare sense of deliciousness.

Only when people are poor do they know the value of silver, and only after being hungry do they know the exquisite taste of food.

Earning these two taels of silver was not easy.

He found it strange that he had to kill someone for these two taels of silver.

But that's just how the martial world was, and he only hoped to always maintain his clear, pure, and kind heart.

Yes, he killed people—men, women, monks—but he was a good person.

He just didn't want to be bullied anymore after successfully mastering his sword skills.

In this world, should good people be bullied?

Should honest people have knives brandished against their necks?

After a cup of plum wine, Duan Yun's mind became active, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic spirit.

Good riddance to that kill today!

Monks from Dusk Temple always turn out to be demons in disguise, harming people.

He was just standing there like a nobody, and just because he was a little handsome, the demonic monk was unhappy and insisted on picking a fight with him, wanting to take his life.

If he hadn't had some skills today, he would probably have died at the other's hands.

Duan Yun didn't hold grudges, but he remembered these strange monks.

Yes, in the future, if he encountered any of these harmful demonic monks from Dusk Temple, he would definitely kill them all, to resolve the hatred of today's provocation!

So Duan Yun added 'Demonic Monks of Dusk Temple' to his little notebook, after Red Mansion Fairy and Thunder God Old Mother's madmen.

This martial world has too much trash.

The plum wine was delicious, and Duan Yun drank it slowly, feeling very satisfied.

But he knew that drinking it like this wasn't perfect; if the wine was chilled, it would definitely be even more refreshing.

He was already thinking about where to find a manual; if he could learn some kind of Ice Palm to chill wine, it would be wonderful.

No, it would be best to learn both Ice Palm and Flame Fist; in the summer, he could use it to chill wine, and plan ahead, in the winter, he could warm wine.

Then half would be ice and half would be fire, and the ice and fire duality might be an even better enjoyment.

Duan Yun had just eaten halfway when the people who had gone to watch the spectacle earlier came running back in a panic.

Two of them even rushed into the wine shop and drank wine like water to quench their thirst.

"They're killing each other like crazy! Killing each other like crazy!"

"The Yellow Fish Gang and the Red Crane Gate are fighting each other to the death; it can be said that blood is flowing like a river."

"If I hadn't run fast, I would have been hacked down there."

At this time, someone in the shop couldn't help but ask, "Why are they fighting so fiercely?"

"Who knows what triggered them."

These people had the same idea as Duan Yun earlier: such a large-scale confrontation usually ends in negotiations, with one side compromising, and even if they fight, it's just a small skirmish, like generals dueling on the battlefield to decide who retreats.

But today was a real bloodbath.

Listening to these people's conversations, Duan Yun couldn't help but mutter again, "These gang members who practice martial arts don't have good brains; they're too impulsive. How did they suddenly start a blood feud? Fortunately, I was rational and withdrew in time, otherwise I would have been caught up in it."

He was glad that he took the two taels of silver and left, and didn't stay there because of the meal.

After all, when there are too many people and they rush too fiercely, many will be trampled to death.

This blood feud lasted for a long time.

In short, in Duan Yun's eyes, people came and went on this street.

Many were members of the two gangs, with injuries, and some were covered in blood, looking beyond saving.

There were even cases on the street of both sides being seriously injured and looking for a doctor, only to start cursing again on the way.

While cursing, they started hacking at each other again in the street, until they lay dead on the spot.

By dusk, this blood feud had barely ended.

It was a real bloodbath.

The water near the West Wharf was covered with corpses, and it was said that the yamen (goverment) officials didn't dare to go there for a while.

No one had expected the two gangs to fight to such an extent.

Duan Yun watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh, "Is it that serious?"

Even though he had killed many people, even wiped out the entire Black Bear Gang, Duan Yun was still shocked to see these hundreds and thousands of corpses, feeling as if he were in a human Asura field (Buddhist hell).

He killed the demonic monk and left, and didn't know what happened afterward.

It probably had nothing to do with him.

After all, he was just a passerby who had been pulled in to help, at most forced to counterattack.

For some reason, looking at this scene of blood flowing like a river, Duan Yun actually felt a sense of pleasure.

A sense of pleasure from abscesses bursting and shattering each other.

Because along the way, in his eyes, these martial artists in gangs were mostly trash, not much different from the bear children of the Black Bear Gang.

They didn't have good brains, they were impulsive, it was as if their muscles had grown into their brains, they would fight and kill at the drop of a hat, clearly still at the bottom of the human world, but they were already like masters, flaunting their power, oppressing ordinary people, and squeezing their marrow.

There were too many evil people in this world, and too few good people like him who could barely resist, which is why it wasn't so beautiful.

Now it was good, the dogs were biting each other and blood was flowing like a river, which made this place a lot quieter.

At least, like Linshui City, the protection fee, this unreasonable charge, should not be collected for the time being.

At this time, there were still some people with the courage to search the corpses, and Duan Yun, thinking that he was not rich, also joined in.

But he came out after not too long.

One was that the soldiers were coming, and the other was that he had been groping for a long time, and other than getting a disgusting hand full of blood, he hadn't found anything valuable.

In the end, he only picked up two axes and a broken knife and hung them on the donkey, not knowing how much they could be sold for.

As dusk approached, Duan Yun decided to stay in an inn for the night and then leave.

He was already leading the donkey towards the inn when he saw many martial artists leaving the city together.

Some of these people were survivors of the blood feud between the two gangs during the day, and some were wandering martial artists like Duan Yun who had come to help, and they were walking together in twos and threes.

Duan Yun followed behind, listening to their conversations.

According to the survivors of the blood feud, they couldn't stay in Yellow Water City like this, and they were going to the Wangchun City area to take refuge.

After all, the two gangs had been fighting for territory, and their hands were full of blood, so they had many other enemies.

When they were powerful, their enemies naturally didn't dare to attack them, but now that the two gangs had collapsed due to a blood feud, that was hard to say.

And the wandering martial artists knew that the two major gangs were finished, and there probably wouldn't be any more jobs like helping out here, so they had to find another way.

Hearing that these people were going to Wangchun City, Duan Yun immediately decided to follow them.

Asking for directions along the way was unreliable, but this living map should be reliable, right?

After traveling for a month, Duan Yun really wanted to get to Wangchun City, his destination, as soon as possible.

Because when he got there, he could temporarily end his wandering, and it would be easier for him, the gynecologist, to resume his old profession.

People are always cheap; when they are gynecologists, they want to be young heroes, and after being a young hero for a while, they want to be a gynecologist again.

It can only be said that adults want everything, and alternating between being a young hero and a gynecologist is also a kind of combination of work and rest.