Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 2 Snowstorm Vendetta
Sun Yanwan listened to the wind and snow outside the door, hunched her shoulders and moved closer to the stove.

He traveled here five days ago and still hasn't figured out what kind of world this is, nor has he adapted to his current identity.

This body is only eleven or twelve years old, and its father is an old scholar. Therefore, unlike ordinary children who are given cheap names like cats and dogs for easier raising, this body has a very scholarly name, Su Nanqiao, which is taken from a six-character ancient poem in this world: "Where the warm wind blows the flowers, tourists rush to cross the South Bridge."

Su's father went out to take the imperial examination in his early years and never returned. His mother died of illness. He was left alone and was sent by the elders of the clan to this big northern store to work as a waiter to make a living. Now he is still an unpaid apprentice, responsible for serving food and attracting customers. He is exhausted every day and is often scolded. His life is very difficult.

It is the dead of winter now and there are very few customers. The store is closed and the owner and old friends have all gone to rest. Only he is left to watch the door. If any customers come, he can open the door for them so as not to miss out on business. This is a tough job!

Sun Yanwan kept lowering his head, feeling a bit sleepy. While he was fighting the sleepiness, he secretly thought: "After the New Year, when spring comes and flowers bloom, I will definitely go to the South to try my luck. Can I stay in a place like this and be a waiter for the rest of my life? I can't travel through time in vain. I have to make a name for myself."

Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of horse hooves from the south. It was chaotic and dense. There were at least twenty or thirty horses running quickly. They stopped at the door of the store, and then there was a knock on the door.

Sun Yanwan was startled and shook her head vigorously to dispel the sleepiness. She stood up and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, she was covered in snow. Twenty or thirty men were dismounting from their horses, covered in wind and snow. Some of them were carrying swords, and some had weapons hanging on their horses' backs.

The leader was a big man, tall and thin, with a pale golden face, a long sword on his back, and wearing a cotton robe. His eyes were like cold lightning, incredibly sharp. He only took a glance at Sun Yanwan, and the young man shuddered.

Sun Yanwan chuckled and asked, "Please come in first, everyone, so you don't get too cold outside. I'll prepare some hot water for you to warm up first!"

The big man with a pale golden face nodded slightly, and without saying anything to a young waiter like him, he led the man into the inn.

Even though the snow was very strong, this group of people still left two people to guard the horses and did not follow them into the store. It was obvious that they were all veterans in the martial arts world.

There was a fire burning in the inn, and although the flames were a little low, it was still much warmer than outside.

Sun Yanwan ushered the men into the inn, served them hot tea, and asked, "How many rooms do you need, gentlemen? Would you like to have the hot soup and rice delivered to your rooms, or would you like to eat here?"

A big man with a full beard shouted, "Don't be so long-winded. Bring us any hot food we have. We have to keep going after we finish eating."

Sun Yanwan was startled and thought to herself, "Traveling at night in this kind of snowstorm, if they're not careful, their horses might stumble. Even if they're nimble, they'll probably be nearly killed."

These people looked difficult to deal with, so he certainly didn't dare say such unlucky words. He smiled and agreed. Of course, he couldn't prepare any hot soup or rice by himself, so he went to the back to call the chef and other waiters.

The chef, whose sweet dream was disturbed, cursed loudly, but the kitchen helpers did not dare to say anything back. The store became lively because of the arrival of a group of customers.

Sun Yanwan was busy running around, but she didn't forget to secretly observe the group of people. She thought to herself, "These people look like they have martial arts skills. Could it be that I have traveled to a martial arts world? I wonder if I can learn martial arts?"

But he was now a waiter, of low status. Even if he went to ask for favors from these charismatic masters, they wouldn't accept him as a disciple. Instead, they might scold him, saying he was a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Sun Yanwan sighed inwardly, feeling rather unhappy. This large northern restaurant had been in business for decades, and the chefs and waiters were all experienced. It didn't take long for the hot soup and rice to be served. Although it was too cold and there weren't many fresh vegetables, at least they could make a pot of boiling broth, and there was plenty of tea and rice.

These big men were extremely hungry and didn't care about their food. They ate without hesitation. After their stomachs were full, they all seemed to be in better spirits. The big man with curly beard whispered, "Brother Hu! Let's go, or that kid won't get away."

The big man with a pale golden face nodded, threw out a silver ingot and said, "The rest is yours!" He stood up and walked out with everyone.

Sun Yanwan took the silver and thought to himself, "In the novel, up to this point, the young men are all beaming with joy, but how could the boss let me take such a large reward? The silver will definitely be taken away. If he can only give me three or five copper coins, I'm considered a member of the boss's family."

He stood up respectfully and was about to send the group of people out when he heard a slightly childish voice shouting, "You have chased and killed me all the way. Today I want to kill a few horses to vent my anger?" Then he heard the neighing of horses and the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The faces of twenty or thirty big men changed color. Before they could move, the originally closed door made a loud bang and slowly fell inward. A young man in a coarse cotton-padded jacket and a thick felt hat walked in with a lone sword in his hand. The blood on the sword had turned into ice, and it was very cold.

Although there was only one young man, and he was very young, he had the aura of a man standing alone against ten thousand enemies, holding a knife in his hand.

Twenty or thirty big men had already stood up. Those who had weapons took out their weapons and were ready for battle. Those who did not have weapons wanted to grab weapons from horseback, but they did not dare to go out because the gate was blocked by the young man. They looked quite frightened.

Sun Yanwan was envious and muttered to herself, "This young man is quite a character. I wonder his name and background?"

The large man with a pale golden complexion flipped his wrist, and the long sword on his back was already in his hand. He swung six or seven sword flowers, and the three feet in front of him were covered with cold light. He shouted, "You little thief, die!"

The young man who came alone dragged a single sword, and his body swayed, like a swimming fish, swimming in the sword light, with an incredible speed. He approached the big man named Hu and chopped him three times in a row. The big man named Hu's swordsmanship was as heavy as a mountain, covering all directions. He shook his long sword and deflected the three swords. The two men exchanged several moves in an instant, and their swords were as fast as the wind, and they were quick and agile.

Sun Yanwan watched with fascination, thinking to herself, "This truly is a world of martial arts! The leader is a master. We don't have that kind of swordsmanship over there."

The bearded man's performance was quite eye-catching. He carried a long leather bag, from which he had already taken out the weapons hidden: two pistols. He connected the two pistols together, transforming them into a double-headed spear, which he brandished with great force, pouncing on the enemy like a tiger.

Seeing that they were outnumbered, the young man laughed loudly, took a half step back, and shouted, "You, the Hu family, always rely on your numbers."

Seeing that the young man was trying to escape, the big man surnamed Hu suddenly let out a long roar, and without any apparent movement, a half-foot-long green light suddenly shot out from the blade of his sword, as agile as a long snake, and with just one sword he split the long sword in the young man's hand into two pieces.

This green light is extremely sharp, even not inferior to the sharp blade of a divine weapon, and can cut iron like mud. It is truly extraordinary.

　Recommend a very good Western fantasy novel "The First Magic World War"

(End of this chapter)