Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 289: Chapter 154: Open Attack, Secret Raid, Spreading the Net for the Sparrow (3)

Once he finds an opportunity, with the opponent completely unprepared, a single strike can be a matter of life and death.

"With him taking action, it’s bound to be foolproof." Pei Ziwen sighed and nodded, saying: "Since that’s the case, there’s no time to lose, as soon as night falls, we set out immediately.

Han Wushang guarded the barracks, yet Sima Rou and Han Xiaoru, along with more than thirty Primordial disciples, because of Han Xiaoru’s habit of bed recognition, returned to the Primordial Martial Arts Hall. It’s rather laughable."

"Ha, one can only say, youthful temperament, hot-bloodedness. Chen Ping is not yet crowned, fully in the age of appreciating beauty, fancying young maidens.

Back then, he protected Little Commandery Princess Mingyue fleeing a thousand miles, truly loyal and righteous.

Even though Han Xiaoru lacks the delicate grace of a weak willow swaying in the wind due to her height and build, she is indeed a top-notch beauty in the world, deeply affectionate towards Chen Ping as well.

Such a woman saying she can’t get used to the barracks life, unwilling to mingle with those crude men, if I were Chen Ping, I’d also contemplate whether or not to appoint a woman as a general.

Allowing her to truly share lodging with those big-headed soldiers would indeed be quite discomforting in his heart."

Though Liang Qi appears rough and his physique is burly, freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

maybe it’s because he’s done many secret blood-killing deeds, he has a keen ability to gauge people’s minds.

From mere traces, he already guessed why Han Xiaoru returned to the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, and also deduced the reasoning for Sima Rou and more than thirty disciples returning to the hall.

No other reason, Jianghu People’s affairs, the advancement of cultivation and sword techniques surpasses all.

Chen Ping, every day at noon, would spare some time to guide the martial hall disciples on martial arts swordsmanship, to win the hearts of his subordinates, this matter is not concealed at all.

Instead, under certain circumstances, it is widely spread.

Some well-liked disciples even dub it "Sky’s unmatched vision, swordsmanship master," anyone under his guidance progresses by leaps and bounds.

This aspect is entirely true, Han Xiaoru is the best example.

Pei Ziwen also smiled broadly: "Everyone has weaknesses, Chen Ping, with martial arts and literary talent both exceptional, usually regards himself highly, has a bit of a solitariness ailment, but shouldn’t be overly blamed.

What I admire most is his use of himself as bait, secretly deploying ambush troops at Cuihu Residence, forming a hidden array, connecting military qi.

If we were not vigilant for a moment and really broke into Cuihu Residence, it’s likely to fall into a trap by him, be slain by his great army, returning with losses and no gain.

Yet, we aren’t attacking his Cuihu Residence but rather the Primordial Martial Arts Hall. Considering the positions of Han Xiaoru and Sima Rou and others in his heart, even if he doesn’t want to rescue, he has to.

Just wait for him to arrive alone for rescue, he’ll immediately fall into encirclement. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Now, the army is beside him, unable to rush to aid in desperation. Losing the protection of military qi, he is merely an Earth List leading innate body expert, with our means, suppressing and killing him is as easy as turning over the hand."

Pei Ziwen, worthy of his Third Place Scholar background, analyzed this strategy clearly and thoroughly.

Next, arrangements were made for when to attack, when the ambush troops should emerge, when to set the traps to lure the prey.

As the light dimmed, the setting sun completely fell behind the west mountain, thin mist arose in the city, a group of people departed the government office, darting towards the Primordial Martial Arts Hall swiftly.

Along the way, shadows loomed, occasionally sturdy men with long knives joined in, either emerging from civilian houses or from alley corners, appearing from time to time.

Moreover, from a luxurious residence, with the wide-open courtyard gate, eighteen riders galloped out, each wielding long halberds and big knives, backs carrying bows and arrows, thundering like lightning.

These eighteen individuals’ qi interconnected, blood flame soaring to the sky, exuding the aura of eighteen thousand cavalry forces bursting through.

The target aimed directly at the Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Along the route, people returning home scrambled to dodge, peddlers and wandering merchants blocking the path slightly late were immediately trampled into a bloody paste by the charge of this cavalry.

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Went out for some matters today, wrote a bit less, will write more tomorrow.