My Waste Husband novel Chapter 423

One stroke!

When Henry heard Wade White's words, he felt it was incredible. He knew Wade's skills. Even Henry himself couldn't hurt Wade with a single stroke.

Henry put down the gardening tool in his hand.

"Take me there!"

Wade nodded and drove to the cemetery with Henry.

The cemetery that Wade was going to was a historical site, which had a history of nearly eight hundred years. There were some herdsmen living around the cemetery.

Before, there was a reporter who interviewed herdsmen and asked them why they settled down around the cemetery to graze. The answers of herdsmen made the reporters a little unbelievable at that time.

Herdsmen said that since this cemetery existed, it was a wasteland. Any area that belonged to the cemetery was barren and no birds would fly around. After stepping out of the range of the cemetery, the land was fertile and the grass was green.

When the report came out, many people didn't believe it and came here to investigate. As the herdsmen said, there was really no herbs in the area of the cemetery, not even grass.

At that time, a special person caught two birds and put them on this land. However, before the birds landed on the ground, they jumped up crazily, as if there was something horrible on the ground. This matter had aroused the curiosity of many people, but up to now, no one could tell the reason.

This cemetery was not very far from Yinzhou. The distance was a bit over 50 kilometres. It took half an hour to get there.

This cemetery was regarded as a scenic area. Every year, countless people wanted to explore its magic.

There were indeed many herdsmen around the cemetery. There was a fenced yard surrounding their houses.

"Where did you meet that person?" Henry glanced around.

"There." Wade pointed out.

Henry looked in the direction that the Wade pointed out. It was not the surrounding fenced yard, but a very ordinary thatched hut. In front of the hut sat an old man with grey hair and thin skin and bones, enjoying the sunshine.

"Boss, it's him. When I came here, he was practising with the sword. I was curious, so I went over and took a look, only to find that he only made one move." When Wade said this, there was no anger or shame on his face, but all kinds of praise. Obviously, the old man's strength had completely convinced Wade.

Henry walked over and saw an iron sword standing next to the thatched hut. The sword was covered with rust.

Now, most people practice with swords only because they like to pursue a type of beauty. In reality, it was more practical to use the fists than the sword.

The old man, who was closing his eyes to rest, heard the sound of footsteps. He slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Wade White, the old man slowly got up from the stool. He was hunchbacked and moved slowly. It was hard to believe that he could hurt Wade with a sword just by looking at his appearance.

With an apologetic face, the old man said to Wade, "Young man, I'm really sorry for what happened. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wade waved his hand and said, "Sir, this is my elder brother. After he heard about your swordsmanship, he wanted to have a look."

The old man waved his hand and laughed at himself. "My swordsmanship is nothing. It's just a game I like to play."

Just as the straw was about to stab Henry, he moved his foot with difficulty and stepped back half a step. Just this half a step, Henry seemed to have used all his strength and could no longer dodge.

In the end, the top of the straw was only half a fist away from Henry's chest.

The old man's hands stopped moving. Henry let out a long sigh of relief. He had experienced countless killings of different sizes and faced many life-and-death situations, but he had never felt as weak as he had been just now.

No! Once! It was when he faced Old Master Lu, he also had the same feeling as he was now!

When the old man saw that his stab did not touch Henry, he felt incredible.

"Young man, you are the first one that I couldn't stab." The old man slowly put down his arm. "I started practising with the sword at the age of nine, and now I have practised only this movement for sixty-seven years. If anyone can dodge my move, it means that he has completely defeated me."

Henry took a deep breath, stared at the old man, and said, "Sir, do you have any Qi in your move?"

"Qi?" Hearing Henry's words, the old man's turbid eyes revealed a touch of nostalgia. "I haven't heard this word for a long time, Qi. Young man, which family are you from? I didn't expect that after so many years, there is such a genius as you in the ancient martial arts world."

Henry shook his head. "I'm not from any aristocratic family."

"Oh?" The old man was a little curious. "Since you're not from an aristocratic family, how do you know about Qi?"

"By accident." Henry's face showed a hint of excitement. The other party really knew the existence of Qi!