The Angel's Descent Chapter 7

The woman in the green cheongsam sat down in front of the old man's bed, holding a pipa in her arms, with a gentle demeanor. The old man's eyes lit up, and he was obviously very satisfied that Mason could find such a woman. The woman said: "Uncle, which song do you want to listen to?"

The old man said, "I don't want to listen to any song. My dear girl, play whatever you want." The woman was stunned and said, "Sir, please don't make things difficult for me. I play songs just to make a living. I really don't have the ability to compose."

Mason knew that the old man was not teasing her, but was thinking about the music he heard in his dream, so he advised the woman: "We are not interested in human music, just play it casually, whatever is in your heart is what it is."

The woman fiddled with the instrument for a few times and then stopped, saying pitifully, "My heart is empty, I really can't play it anymore." He An was at a loss, but the old man smiled and said, "An empty heart is wonderful. Have you heard the sound of a bamboo forest? Bamboo cannot make a sound, but the wind makes it. My good girl, imagine yourself as a bamboo forest, feeling everything in the world, and respond to whatever comes."

The old man's voice was full of magnetism, and the woman's eyes were obsessed with it. After the old man finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and slowly touched the strings of the pipa with her ten fingers. A crystal clear sound rang out, and then it continued to rise, first like a drizzle on a sunny day, and then like clouds in the sky. The realm gradually opened up, not like human music.

Mason sat behind the woman, also imagining himself as a bamboo forest, feeling comfortable with the sound of the pipa. As he became intoxicated by the sound, the pipa gradually began to sound like swords striking each other.

Mason opened his eyes suddenly and saw that there was nothing unusual about the woman and the old man. The sound of the pipa was calm, without the murderous aura that he had just heard with his eyes closed. So he thought of something, stood up quietly, and opened the door silently.

I saw two figures standing in the backyard. They were tall and wearing long green cloth gowns.

Mason walked out of the house, closed the door, clasped his fists towards the two men, and said softly, "My name is Mason,   are you two from the Peng family?"

The two looked at each other without saying anything. Mason walked to the courtyard, clasped his fists and said, "Old man in the room, I have you. Please make a move."

The two men in long gowns looked at each other, one of them stepped back, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and waited and saw what was going on. The other one tucked the hem of his long gown at his waist and slowly walked towards Mason.

Mason threw a punch, but found that the man suddenly stuck to his face. Mason was so panicked that he took several steps back, and the man slowly walked towards him...

Mason attacked several times, but every time he waved his hand, the man would stick to him like a ghost, making him unable to move. The people watching were a little impatient and shouted, "Second brother, stop playing."

The man turned around and said, "Brother, this is a chick. It will die in an instant." Mason hurried away. The man saw that Mason had distanced himself from him, laughed twice, and said, "Don't hide. It's useless to hide."

Mason's eyes blurred, and the man came close to his face again and muttered, "I don't want to play anymore." Mason suddenly felt a force coming over him, as if a basin of dirty water was poured into his chest. He felt indescribably uncomfortable, and he gasped and stopped breathing.

The smile on the man's face became even more intense, and a greater force came over him. Mason's eyes went dark, and he knew that death was approaching. But the force brushed against his ribs and turned around, then disappeared.

Mason suddenly felt that his breathing was smooth and he took a few deep breaths. After his vision recovered, he saw the young man in the Zhongshan suit sticking close to the man's back, holding the man's elbows with his hands.

The man had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead and said in a trembling voice: "Seventh brother, what are you doing?" The young man: "If you let him go, I will call you Second Brother."

The second son of the Peng family gave Mason a wink, and Mason stepped back ten steps before he calmed himself down.

The young man also slowly backed away, putting some distance between him and Peng's second son. Peng's eldest son stood quietly aside, and only spoke at this time, his tone cold: "Seventh brother, have you forgotten what we are here for tonight?"

Young man: "I haven't forgotten, but I'm protecting this person."

Peng Changzi: "Okay, whatever you want."

Second son Peng: "Wait, this guy has Tai Chi strength, could he be someone Jasper taught?" First son Peng: "Seventh brother!" Young man: "I taught him!"

Peng Changzi said gently, "Okay, he can go. Now, you two follow me into the house and meet Zhou Xiyu."

The sound of the pipa continued in the room. The young man and the second son Peng stood on the left and right sides of the eldest son Peng. The three of them walked to the door. The eldest son Peng bowed to the door and said loudly: "The third generation of the Peng family, Peng Yuting, Peng Jinting, and Peng Yiting, greet Uncle Zhou."

There was no answer from inside the room. The pipa did not stop, but the tone changed, like large and small beads rolling down a jade plate, dense and passionate.

Peng Changzi sneered, looking very angry, but he bent down again and saluted to the door. When he said the word "Greetings", the young man on his right shouted and fell out.

Peng Changzi was holding a short black-bladed knife in his hand, which he put into his sleeve in an instant. The young man covered his ribs with his hands, obviously having been stabbed.

Peng Changzi laughed and said, "Seventh brother, you are indeed a genius. The power of Tai Chi has penetrated into the smallest muscles. This knife can split ten dollars, but it can only penetrate you three inches deep."

The young man collapsed on the ground, his hands covering his ribs, his deep-set eyes gleaming with the light of a wild beast.

A stream of blood slid out from his wrist and dripped onto the ground in large drops.

The eldest son of the Peng family said, "Three inches is enough." He quickly approached and slapped the young man's head. Mason screamed and tried to stop him, but as soon as he took a step, his arm was grabbed and pressed to the ground. The second son of Peng stood behind him without knowing when.

The young man closed his eyes and waited for death, but Peng Changzi's palm stopped. He slowly turned around with a strange expression, and saw a man wearing a mask coming from the gate. This man was thin, wearing a gray jacket, and holding a bottle of wine in one hand.

Mason's mind brightened: he was the friend that the old man on night watch had been waiting for all day.

The man stopped and said, "I want to keep these two young men." Peng Changzi: "Okay. It depends on your ability."

The man put the bottle on the ground and reached into his arms. He could not see the specific movements, but there was a sword in his hand. The sword was quite long, and it was hard to understand how he could hide it on his body. The man smiled and said, "I don't need it. I can't move with it on me."

He retreated to the west wall and jumped up, about a foot off the ground, with his back pressed against the wall. After six or seven seconds, he slid down and said, "Sorry, I can only do this for a short time. Is it enough?"

The eldest son of Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "That's enough." He waved to the second son of Peng, and the two walked out of the courtyard. But at this moment, a dull voice sounded from the shadow of the east wall: "Stop, is the Peng family defeated like this?"

A fat figure walked out of the shadows. It was Nolan.

Everyone in the courtyard changed their expressions. Nolan walked up to the man wearing a mask, clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Hello, General Chen." The man wearing a mask clasped his hands together and bowed, acknowledging his identity.

Nolan: "I only knew that General Chen was good at swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that he was also good at finger skills. You stuck your fingers into the cracks between the bricks to support your body, right?" The man wearing a mask: "Wrong, if I used my fingers, I could stay there for an hour. I used my mind, and I could stick it on whenever I wanted."

Nolan: "It's really amazing." The person wearing a mask: "You've been wasting time on worldly matters and not practicing hard. Otherwise, you should have known the secret long ago."

Nolan: "Really?" Before he finished speaking, he quickly hugged the person wearing the mask. After the two hugged each other, they stopped moving. Others did not dare to come forward and stayed where they were.

After about a cigarette break, the two men began to hear the sound of bones breaking. After three or five sounds, they separated and saluted each other. The man with the mask said, "You used the dumbest method, but you beat me." Nolan said, "You and I are not the winners." Then they both fell to the ground.

Nolan knew that he was not as skilled as the other person, so he unexpectedly hugged the man, preventing him from using his kung fu. He used his natural brute force to break the man's sternum, but also damaged his internal organs.

Peng's eldest son and second son ran to Nolan. Nolan held his eldest son's hand and said, "You see. The Peng family has not been defeated. After I die, you will succeed me as the head of the family. Just don't use hidden weapons anymore."

Peng Changzi snorted heavily, and Nolan pointed at the young man in the distance and said, "I never thought you would kill this brother, am I right?" Peng Changzi answered slowly, "Yes!"

Peng's second son ran up to the young man, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, threw it at him, and sighed: "Father has never been nice to you, but he likes you the most, and we all know it." After that, he ran back to Nolan.

Nolan smiled with relief and said, "If we die here, we will be laughed at by Senior Brother Zhou. Let's go home!" The eldest son Peng and the second son Peng looked at each other, lifted him up, and walked out of the yard quickly.

When Nolan's fat body disappeared, Mason woke up as if from a nightmare. He got up from the ground, ran to the man wearing a mask, sniffed his breath, and found that he was dead.

A dangerous incident happened in the courtyard, but the sound of the pipa in the house continued. The tone was gorgeous, with endless twists and turns, like the music of heaven.

The young man applied the medicine left by Peng Cizi to his wounds and stood up with the help of Mason. The two of them faced the hut, both showing surprised expressions. The young man smiled and said, "Help me into the house, and go see what kind of girl this is."

The woman in the green cheongsam closed her eyes and played the pipa, intoxicated and in a state of ecstasy. The old man who was keeping watch was lying on the bed, with a peaceful expression and fixed eyes. It was unknown when he died.

Mason put his hands together and bowed deeply to the old man. The young man held the woman's hand that was strumming the strings and shook it up and down to wake her up.

The woman looked at the young man in surprise and turned to look at the bed. The young man hugged her to prevent her from seeing the old man's death. The young man looked empty-eyed and said to Mason: "This is a spiritual woman. I want to take her away. Can you handle the troubles in the brothel?"

Mason nodded and asked: "Where are you going?"

Young man: "Find a place far away and start a new sect."

The woman supported the young man and walked out of the backyard. Looking at their backs, Mason felt relieved. These were two talented young people. Although the young man was aloof and arrogant, the woman who played the music of heaven could definitely reconcile his personality.

As long as you can start your own business, it doesn't matter even if it's at the end of the world.