Snow Peony

A rapid clatter of hooves shattered the autumn twilight. Several gang members rushed out, flung open the gate, and
shouted, "The gang leader is back!" Immediately, dozens of burly men burst forth, forming two lines, clasping their hands in unison, and yelling, "Greetings, Gang Leader!"
Liu Mingqi, the leader of the Guanghong Gang, sat high on his horse, merely nodding and grunting an "Mmm," before galloping into the courtyard. Among the group of burly men behind him, a small figure stood out. The child looked only eight or nine years old, his delicate face even more refined than a girl's. The group, returning from a hunt, all wore expressions of exhaustion, but the boy, seated ramrod straight, remained upright.
The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves billowed up, carrying the red hues of the setting sun, and rushed towards the earthen houses along the roadside. These houses, barely tall enough for a person, were half-built underground, with narrow holes dug into the ground serving as windows. As the dust settled, a pair of terrified eyes appeared in the holes.
Liu Mingqi pulled on the reins, dismounted, and walked over with concern, saying, "Shuo'er, are you tired? Uncle will help you down." He extended his arms.
The boy shook his head and said, "No need." He jumped off the horse, his body sinking slightly on the ground, but he stood very steadily.
Liu Mingqi chuckled, pulled out a corner of a handkerchief, and wiped the dust and sweat from the boy's face. The boy was extremely handsome, with bright eyes and long, thin eyebrows, as if painted on. Liu Mingqi studied him for a while, then suddenly sighed, "You're looking more and more like your mother..."
A glint flashed in the boy's eyes. He stepped back, took the handkerchief, and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle. I can do it myself."
His name was Long Shuo, the only son of Long Zhanye, the leader of the Bajiquan sect. Two years ago, in the battle at Xingyue Lake in the northern frontier, Long Zhanye and the eight heroes of the sect were all wiped out, none of his disciples survived, and his wife Tang Yan and beloved son Long Shuo were also captured. At the time, Murong Long, the master of Xingyue Lake Palace, tortured Tang Yan to death but spared Long Shuo's life, leaving him to fend for himself in the grasslands.
Long Shuo was only seven years old then, severely injured and on the verge of death. But he was extremely resolute, managing to bite through a thick wooden stake with his teeth, burying his mother's body, and finally managing to escape the vast grasslands with a bundle left behind by an unknown person.
However, by this time, the An Ding Bajiquan sect had been completely uprooted by Xingyue Lake, leaving not a trace. Long Shuo was desperate when he was fortunate enough to meet Liu Mingqi, his father's sworn brother, who took him in.
Liu Mingqi was a lay disciple of the famous Dafu Lingjiu Temple, and was a fellow disciple of Sun Tonghui from Luoyang, and they were also sworn brothers. Later, Sun Tonghui's entire family was wiped out overnight by the Changying Society, which was instigated by Xingyue Lake, leading to Long Zhanye's bloody defeat in the borderlands. After much agonizing reflection, Liu Mingqi implored the abbot of Dafu Lingjiu Temple to intervene and contact heroes of the martial world. They first sought to destroy the Changying Society, then launch a final battle against Xingyue Lake in Zhongnan. That battle was extremely fierce; Xingyue Lake vanished without a trace, and the righteous heroes were almost entirely wiped out. Afterwards, Liu Mingqi returned to Ningdu, Jiangzhou, with Long Shuo, focusing all his efforts on building the Guanghong Gang. His lineage was illustrious, and he had extensive connections. In two years, the Guanghong Gang flourished, becoming the largest gang in Ningdu.
Liu Mingqi was extremely fond of his old friend's son, often taking Long Shuo under his wing. Long Shuo was very grateful to Uncle Liu, but found some of his acts of kindness difficult to accept. It felt like he was still a child.
Liu Mingqi smiled and patted Long Shuo's fair face. "Hungry? Rest first, I'll stew the deer you hunted later." As he spoke, he pulled Long Shuo up and led him into the hall.
“Brother Long…” A childish voice came from the corner of the hall. A little girl with pigtails toddled over, leaning against the wall. She was Liu Mingqi’s daughter, Liu Jingying, who was four years old.
A rare smile appeared on Long Shuo’s face. He squatted down and hugged the girl, saying, “How did you get out here… Ouch, don’t lick,” he turned his face away, avoiding the girl’s drooling mouth, “It’s so dirty.”
The girl giggled, her soft body sticking to Brother Long Shuo like chewing gum, refusing to let go.
“Uncle Liu,” Long Shuo suddenly said during the meal, “I have learned the Flowing Cloud Palm technique that Aunt Xu taught me.”
Liu Mingqi was stunned. Although the Flowing Cloud Palm was not a particularly powerful martial art, its moves were complex. An ordinary person might not be able to learn it completely even after half a year of practice. Long Shuo had only studied it for a few days, yet he had already learned it?
Long Shuo pushed aside the dishes and began to practice in the hall. This palm technique was known for its graceful and flowing movements, and since Long Shuo had learned it from a woman, his execution resembled a young girl gracefully dancing in the hall. Liu Siying, standing beside him, stared in amazement, clapping her hands and mumbling, "Good, good..."
Long Shuo's hands showed no strength, yet each move was executed with utmost seriousness, as if he had practiced diligently for years. When he spun around, his hand flowing smoothly from behind his waist, the movement exquisite and captivating, Liu Mingqi couldn't help but shout, "Good!" After
completing the set of fist techniques, Long Shuo was slightly out of breath. Wiping his sweat, he said, "Uncle Liu, I want to learn more."
Liu Mingqi nodded. "I'll have Vice Sect Leader Xu teach you some more later."
"No," Long Shuo said, "I want to learn internal energy."
Liu Mingqi was silent for a long time, then sighed, "Shuo'er, it's not that your uncle is being secretive and unwilling to teach you, but you know... with your dantian severely injured, you cannot cultivate internal energy."
"I don't believe it."
Liu Mingqi put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Shuo'er, your family's Six Harmonies Strength is a famous internal martial arts technique. Although Brother Long unfortunately passed away, he had already passed on the secrets of its practice to you, but..."
Long Shuo clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to hold back the tears in his eyes. Three years ago, he had already mastered the Six Harmonies Strength to the third level, a speed of progress that no one in the Eight Extremes Sect had ever matched. At that time, Long Zhanye was also greatly surprised by his son's progress, believing that he could surpass him in his twenties. However, before Murong Long left, he severely injured Long Shuo's dantian with a kick, making him unable to cultivate internal energy for the rest of his life.
Liu Mingqi walked over and hugged him, comforting him, "Don't be sad. With your uncle here, it's alright even if Shuo'er doesn't know martial arts."
Long Shuo's eyes reddened as he whispered, "I want revenge!" "
The Star Moon Lake has been wiped out by your uncles, avenging you. Shuo'er, don't think too much..."
But Long Shuo stubbornly said, "I want revenge!"
Although Star Moon Lake had disappeared from the martial world, no one had seen the body of Palace Master Murong Long. Long Shuo firmly believed that he was still hiding in some corner—waiting for him to take his life!
Liu Mingqi wiped away his nephew's tears and said softly, "Don't cry. Tomorrow, Aunt Xu will teach you another set of movement techniques..."
The world was shrouded in darkness. He stood in the dark wilderness, looking around blankly, his heart filled with fear. The weather was extremely cold. He clenched his fists tightly, afraid that the little warmth his parents had left in his hands would dissipate.
The darkness was boundless and the silence was suffocating. After an unknown amount of time, a long wind blew, bending the knee-high grass and revealing a row of neatly arranged heads. He wasn't afraid; he only gazed at the blood-stained head at his feet and softly called out in his heart, "Father..."
Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the darkness, the laughter seeming to come from next door, wild and indistinct. Then, a light appeared in the distance, like a starlight that had suddenly fallen. He didn't move, for he had reliveed those scenes countless times, and he didn't want to see them again.
However, the light irresistibly moved towards him, growing brighter and brighter, the roaring laughter deafening. He squeezed his eyes shut, but could clearly see the figures of everyone present.
The surrounding flames crackled, illuminating the area as if it were daytime. A man dressed in nomadic clothing sat cross-legged on a felt rug, his face pale as jade, exceptionally handsome. On his lap lay a graceful and beautiful woman, occasionally tilting her head up to give the man a charming smile. Sitting next to her was a young girl in a red dress. She possessed unparalleled beauty, yet her beautiful eyes were like cold autumn water, devoid of any expression.
Then he saw his mother. Her blood-stained clothes lay at his feet, her naked, white body exposed, her legs spread wide under the scrutiny of countless eyes. Like a petal trembling under a butcher's knife, she appeared so fragile and helpless… A cold hand grasped his fingers, reaching between his mother's pale legs. The man in the foreign-style clothing chuckled softly, “This is a woman's cunt, you were born from here…”
He gasped for breath, but no air came in; his chest felt suffocated, as if it were about to explode… Long Shuo suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, his underwear, soaked with cold sweat, clung tightly to his body, wet and cold.
The autumn night was chilly, and all he could hear was the heavy, urgent pounding of his own heart. The nine-year-old sat blankly on
the bed, his eyes vacant. Two hours until dawn, Long Shuo could no longer fall asleep. He listened to his own heartbeat, to the low chirping of autumn insects outside the window, to the sound of moonlight moving across the rooftops… “Ah—” A faint cry came from afar. Though the sound was soft, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night; it was a woman's painful cry.
Long Shuo got up, put on his clothes, and followed the sound to the front yard.

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