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Chapter 46 I'll cut you down, no questions asked.

This book came from the modern world with Wenwen. When lightning struck the beam of the dilapidated temple, a bundle fell from the beam and hit her on the head. This book was in the bundle. Now it seems like it was destined.

This book is richly illustrated from the first page to the last. The pictures are at the top of the page, depicting figures in various poses with diverse and intricate footwork. The figures also have dots on their bodies, resembling acupuncture point diagrams or perhaps airflow diagrams. The bottom of the page provides brief explanations of the poses in the pictures.

Wen Chengbin and Wen Chengjian sat on the ground, heads close together, intently staring at the book. They slowly turned the pages from the first page, pointing at the pictures and words, sometimes whispering to each other, sometimes arguing.

Before long, Wen Chengbin stood up first: "Brother, let me try the first part, can you help me check if it's correct?"

"Alright, let's begin." Wen Chengjian put away his book and walked with Wen Chengbin to a spacious area. The two of them pondered, read, and tried it out.

Wenwen watched them wander around the spacious area, taking a few steps to the left and a few steps to the right, changing their pace back and forth, walking in arcs with uneven steps. She was dazzled by what she saw and couldn't help but sigh, "Sigh, what is all this? I don't understand."

Wen Qikang put down the fruit in his hand and sighed as well, "Who says otherwise? Be careful not to trip yourself."

The uncle and nephew chuckled to themselves, "Hahaha, hehehe..."

Wenwen lost interest in looking at the cards and simply took out her second brother's withered branch.

Wen Qikang looked at the ugly, withered branch in her hand with disgust. "Wen'er, what is this? It's covered in scars and splinters. Be careful not to prick yourself. If you like this style, your third uncle will find you a straight and smooth one. Just wait."

After saying that, he was about to get up and go look for it.

Wenwen quickly stopped her, "Hey, Uncle, no need, no need. This belongs to Second Brother, not mine."

"Erlang's? What would he need this for?"

Wenwen picked up a dry branch and waved it from side to side, making "hey, ha" sounds as she did so.

"My second brother said it's handy to carry and can be used for self-defense. I'm helping him repair the scarred splinters."

Wen Qikang snatched the dead branch and said in an unquestionable tone, "Tell me how to fix it, and I'll do it. You little girl, be careful not to cut your hands."

Wenwen felt a warm glow inside; it felt good to have family who cared for her.

The uncle and nephew worked well together, one explaining the requirements in detail and the other meticulously implementing the details.

Feeling bored, Wenwen looked up and glanced at her brother.

The eldest and second eldest brothers' pace quickened, and upon closer inspection, a certain pattern emerged, a stark contrast to their previous chaotic manner.

This surprised her greatly. How long had it been? Her brothers had already grasped the basics and even made progress. That meant they were not far from realizing their dream of rapid mountain patrols.

Wenwen was a little excited and squatted down to watch.

When Wen Chengjian paused to rest after walking back and forth, he noticed his younger sister's envious gaze not far away and seemed lost in thought.

"Little sister, do you want to learn? Your big brother will teach you."

She couldn't be happier and nodded excitedly, "Yes, I want to learn, big brother, I promise I'll study hard, hehe!"

"However, my older brother has only just learned the first few steps. We can learn together and make progress together."

"Okay, let's make progress together."

Originally, there were only two boys learning the martial arts, but after a while, a little girl joined them.

A sweet, charming voice joined the chorus of shouts in the woods.

As dusk approached, Wen Qikang raised his voice to remind them, and the three siblings reluctantly stopped.

Wenwen carefully put the books away, and didn't forget to remind them: "You can read them again when you have the chance, just avoid people."

"Okay, I'll listen to my sister."

After tidying up, the group hurriedly headed outside.

Gradually, I met more and more people.

They were all prisoners who came in looking for food; some were in groups, and some were alone.

Suddenly, the sound of several people arguing came from ahead.

They initially didn't want to pay attention, but the voice sounded familiar.

Wenwen quickened her pace and peered out from behind a large tree.

Wow, it came so easily! Aren't these those spoiled brats and that bag thief?

The group was arguing, and judging from the scattered whispers, it seemed they were fighting over a pheasant. In short, both sides believed they found it first and therefore it should belong to them, but the other had scared it away, so they had to pay for it.

The two groups were pushing and shoving each other, their tensions palpable, and they seemed about to fight, but neither moved for a long time.

Wenwen cursed inwardly, "A bunch of cowards. All that blabbering is less effective than a punch."

Suddenly, an idea came to her.

Since they won't make a move, she'll kindly lend them a hand, since she enjoys watching them kill each other.

Wenwen and her brothers whispered to each other.

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin acted quickly and found an excellent spot to hide.

Two breaths later, Wenwen saw the coded message they had given her. Seizing the opportunity, she used her spatial abilities to release a pheasant into the bushes near those playboys.

Fortunately, there were live chickens in the space, otherwise this important step would have been missing.

The pheasant was a little dazed after being released from the space. As soon as it came out, it kept clucking and wandered around aimlessly. Unfortunately, it ended up right in front of the group arguing.

Both sides immediately stopped arguing and rushed towards the pheasant.

When the chicken saw so many people rushing towards it, it knew it would become a plate of chicken if it didn't run away. So it used all its strength and ran around wildly. It wasn't stupid; it even deliberately chose to run to places with lots of rocks and stones.

Wen Cheng aimed his sword at the target and wielded his stone darts with unparalleled skill.

Just as the thief was about to grab the pheasant, his hand already reaching out to it, he suddenly stumbled, his upper body propelled too fast by inertia, and he fell headfirst to the ground. On the rocky ground, there were always sharp stones.

"Ah, my leg!" A cry of pain echoed through the forest, startling a flock of birds nearby.

The group of spoiled brats following behind didn't care about anything; they stepped on the purse thief's body and continued chasing after the pheasant.

"Xiao Er, you go this way, Zhuang San, you go that way, let's surround it and kill it tonight."

"Okay, I'll do as Boss Wang says."

So the guy who got his front tooth knocked out today is called Boss Wang. I'll make sure you lose another tooth later.

The terrified pheasant scattered and fled in all directions, eventually being trapped between two large rocks by the group of people.

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin exchanged glances and reached an agreement before making their move simultaneously.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The stone darts struck the group fiercely.

"Oh, my teeth."

"Ah, my legs."

"You, I..."

"Bang bang bang, thud thud thud..."

Several screams of agony rang out, accompanied by the sound of several people falling to the ground, echoing through the woods.

In the end, the pheasant managed to escape far away.

Several people fell onto the rocks, one on top of the other, and the bottom one had completely lost his front tooth.

Wen Qikang looked distressed: "What a pity to lose such a big, fat chicken."

Wenwen waved her hand: "Don't worry, Uncle, he won't run away."

Wenwen didn't explain, and turned to walk away.

It truly is a case of waving one's sleeves without taking away a single cloud.