The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 129 Hong Qigong was sitting inside the Water Curtain Cave
"According to what the young prince said, the house by the waterfall is Cuihan Hall. Let's go there."

A cloud floated across the sky, and silvery dust peeked through the gaps in the clouds.

Ouyang Ke's voice rang out from the shady paths within the palace grounds. As he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng and his nephew, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, Liang Ziweng, Lingzhi Shangren, and others emerged one by one from the darkness.

Huang Yaoshi inserted a bone-attaching needle into Hou Tonghai's cervical spine in Taihu Lake. The effects of the medicine took a hundred days to take hold, which is why the "three-headed dragon" with the swirling tumor on its head was now full of energy and vitality.

Peng Lianhu led many of his disciples and skilled fighters south, but he was shot and killed by Zhou Yan at Taihu Lake. With his tree fallen, the monkeys scattered, and all his men dispersed. They did not go to Lin'an with Ouyang Ke and the others.

However, more than ten skilled members of the Yellow River Gang, who accompanied Sha Tongtian south, entered the imperial palace.

As the group walked on, they heard the gurgling of water, and their view suddenly opened up to see a waterfall cascading down from between the magnificent rocks and pouring into a pond with dense lotus leaves.

In front of the pond stands a magnificent hall with the three characters "Cuihan Hall" inscribed above its entrance.

"This is it!" Ouyang Ke exclaimed in surprise.

“But there are no pavilions or towers around here, so how can we store books?” Liang Ziweng asked.

"If that's what the young prince says, there can't be any mistake. Look around."

The skilled members of the Yellow River Gang, including Master Lingzhi, spread out to search. Suddenly, Sha Tongtian said, "There seems to be a stone cave behind that waterfall."

The stone cave was originally hidden by an iron gate and was difficult to find, but Hong Qigong pushed the gate open and entered the cave. Sha Tongtian was shrewd and had sharp eyes, and he actually noticed some clues.

"I'll go take a look," Hou Tonghai said immediately.

He took a few quick steps, about to leap up, when suddenly voices came from the darkness.

"Hey, who are you waiting for?"

Ouyang Ke looked over and saw a guard with a gun standing under a tree not far away. He cursed inwardly, "Where did this reckless fellow come from?"

The one holding the gun was Zhou Yan.

"Ghost Gate Dragon King" Sha Tongtian was closest to Zhou Yan. His "Shifting Positions" lightness skill was quite remarkable. As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, he swayed and suddenly floated over as if shrinking the earth to an inch, reaching out to grab Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan, his face covered in a lot of gray powder, took a seemingly hurried step forward and thrust out a large spear with a wooden shaft and an iron head.

Sha Tongtian mocked, "Your shooting technique is all wrong. If you die, blame your master."

"Watch out!" Ouyang Feng's voice, sharp as a cymbal, suddenly rang out. His clothes fluttered, and then he seemed to transform into a phantom, suddenly appearing behind Sha Tongtian.

At this moment, Zhou Yan unleashed the "Rain of Pear Blossoms Spear" killing move, "Three Steps and Eighteen Spears," towards Sha Tongtian. However, he used three more spears than Yang Miaozhen.

The spear suddenly swirled like a giant dragon, unleashing a burst of killing intent.

When Sha Tongtian saw Zhou Yan draw his gun, he intended to use his "empty-handed nimble" skill to disarm him with his left hand and crush his throat with his right. However, Zhou Yan had disguised himself as a guard.

How could you possibly dodge it completely in time?

In the dim night, Sha Tong Angel "teleported" and his figure moved to the side like a ghost. Zhou Yan's six shots missed, but the last shot hit the "Ghost Gate Dragon King's" arm.

In an instant, the spear tip pierced through the "Quchi" acupoint, bursting open the elbow and striking the shoulder.

At that moment, Ouyang Feng also grabbed Sha Tongtian and pulled him out.

Zhou Yan's follow-up thrust with his spear missed. With a flick of his wrists, the spear shot out like a flying arrow toward Ouyang Feng, who then turned and ran wildly into the woods.

"There's an assassin!" Huang Rong's voice rang out abruptly. "The assassin is in Cuihan Hall!"

Huang Rong used her internal energy to generate the sound, which carried far and wide.

Several figures, winding their way through the waterside pavilion a few dozen feet away, suddenly stopped.

"Brother, Ouyang Feng and the others must have been discovered."

In an instant, the guards around Cuihan Hall were alerted.

Huang Rong's voice continued: "Catch assassins! Bald ones, those in monk's robes, those with fleshy growths on their heads, those with rosy cheeks and white hair, those with deep-set eyes..."

All that could be heard was the shouts and cheers from all around, which converged into a wave of sound that spread outwards.

"Now that the guards have discovered Ouyang Feng and his group, they know that their scheme will not succeed. Let's go."

The seven figures retreated along the same route and disappeared into the night.

……

Ouyang Feng was about to pursue Zhou Yan when Huang Rong shouted that there was an assassin. He immediately punched away the spear that Zhou Yan had thrown, and turned around to head straight for the Water Curtain Cave.

The three-headed dragon Hou Tonghai and the Lingzhi Master had already jumped in one after the other.

Suddenly, Hou Tonghai, who had just passed through the water curtain, flew out with his arms and legs, and crashed into the pond with a "bang," splashing up a huge spray of water. Immediately afterwards, two copper cymbals also flew out from the water curtain, and Lingzhi Shangren, whose burly body was wrapped in a bright red kasaya, followed Hou Tonghai into the pond.

Hou Tonghai landed in the pond and cursed loudly, "I hate his ancestors!"

Master Lingzhi also cursed for a long time in Tibetan.

"What's going on?" Liang Ziweng asked hurriedly, standing by the pond.

Hou Tonghai cursed, "There's an old devil sitting inside."

Ouyang Feng's figure had already enlarged, and with a shout of "Gah!", a tremendous force rushed in from outside the waterfall. The figure that suddenly appeared at the cave entrance had his left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent inward, and his right palm drew a circle, then with a whoosh, it was pushed outward.

The waterfall, which had been blocking Ouyang Feng and the figure, seemed to pause for a moment before transforming into fan-shaped streams of light that sprayed outwards. Countless water droplets strung together to form countless fine lines that flew several meters before falling like a torrential downpour. The raindrops landed on the lotus leaves, creating a dense network of holes. An angry voice came from within the waterfall.

"Old beggar, what are you doing here?"

"Why isn't it me? I didn't get enough of the Chinese version. Let's play again!"

"Come on then."

Zhou Yan, who had been running wildly into the woods, suddenly stopped and turned around. He asked in astonishment, "How did Hong Qigong end up behind the waterfall?"

The thought flashed through Zhou Yan's mind, and he realized that since Ouyang Feng was being held back, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He looked at Liang Ziweng.

Guards were already swarming over, and Huang Rong shouted, "You, you, you, go attack that monk. You, and you, capture that old man, and you few, take down the one with the fan."

Huang Rong shouted loudly to capture the assassin. Dressed in the uniform of a guard leader, the guards who surrounded her in the dim night instinctively obeyed her command and attacked with their swords.

Huang Rong found it incredibly fun, so she drew her sword and charged at Hou Tonghai.

……

Zhou Yan dashed forward, and a skilled member of the Yellow River Gang lunged forward as a blade flashed. Zhou Yan suddenly extended his left hand outward from his chest and used the "Yue Family Scattered Hand" grappling technique to seize the opponent's wrist. With a right foot that spun in an arc, he circled behind the opponent, pinning the Yellow River Gang member's knife-wielding right hand behind his back.

He snatched the knife with his right hand, pulled it at the other man's throat, and then turned and charged at Liang Ziweng with the knife in hand.

When the old monster saw Zhou Yan rushing towards him like a tiger, he recognized the ashen-faced guard as the one who had previously crippled Sha Tongtian's arm with a single shot.

He dared not be careless and pulled out an iron hoe from behind him, aiming it at Zhou Yan's head.

The instant the figures made contact, a clang rang out as metal clashed. Liang Ziweng staggered back half a step, and Zhou Yan unleashed the "Five Tigers Severing the Gate" sword technique he had learned from the镖头 (镖头, a famous镖师, a镖师, who was a镖头, and a镖师 ...

Zhou Yan continuously channeled his inner strength, and the light of his blade enveloped Liang Ziweng wave after wave like a tide. The old monster Ginseng dodged left and right, desperately waving his medicine hoe, and shouting repeatedly, "Young Master Ouyang, save me!"

Ouyang Ke wanted to rescue him, but he was overwhelmed. He was surrounded and killed by five or six guards. Killing them one by one was not difficult for Ouyang Ke, but it would still take time.

How could Zhou Yan give Liang Ziweng time to live?

The clanging and banging sounds were like a torrential downpour hitting the green tiles. With a "clang," Liang Ziweng's hoe flew out of his hand, and Zhou Yan's long knife fell like lightning.

Liang Ziweng suddenly rolled away, like a lazy donkey. Zhou Yan's long knife flew from his hand and was thrown at a Yellow River Gang member who was rushing to his aid. He channeled his Qi through the Du Meridian and the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, and his abundant internal energy gushed out from the Shangyang, Erjian, and Sanjian acupoints on both palms.

With a soaring motion, Zhou Yan slightly bent his knees, his body rising into the air, his internal strength surging outwards, and his palm strikes swiftly unleashed.

Liang Ziweng had just leaped up with his "Hawk somersault" when Zhou Yan's "Flying Dragon in the Sky" palm strike landed.

With two loud bangs, Liang Ziweng was blasted away.

Zhou Yan reached out and grabbed the other man's collar, pulling him back. The "Double Dragons Taking Water" move from the "Eighteen Chapters of Subduing Dragons" can be divided into two parts. He used what he had just learned and struck Liang Ziweng in the face with a palm strike.

The old monster, its head split open, crashed heavily to the ground, sending dust billowing everywhere.

He crouched down, quickly rummaged around, and pulled out a martial arts manual and a stack of medicine prescriptions from Liang Ziweng's arms.

He didn't have time to examine it closely, but he guessed that the prescription must contain the secret methods of the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster to nourish snakes with medicine and strengthen their bodies.

Zhou Yan stuffed the secret manual and prescriptions into his robes. He moved swiftly, capturing a Yellow River Gang member in a few movements and throwing him towards the guards in the distance.

"Catch him."

Just as Zhou Yan was about to expand his gains and attack Sha Tongtian, who had lost an arm, the distant waterfall was suddenly blasted aside by Ouyang Feng's figure. He was seen carrying a stone box in his hand as he leaped over the pond and landed on the ground.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Zhou Yan heard Hong Qigong's voice.

"Grab him." Huang Rong feigned an attack, abandoned Hou Tonghai and fled, shouting for the guards to capture Ouyang Feng as she darted to Zhou Yan's side.

"Walk."

She was hit by the sedan chair pole in Zhongdu, which left her with a real trauma related to Ouyang Feng.

"you go first."

"it is good."

Huang Rong's figure flashed and disappeared into the forest.

Ouyang Feng's sleeves were like open iron fans, smashing and pounding like a storm. His internal energy shattered anything it touched, and the screams of the guards rose and fell.

The Western Poison was unstoppable, and led Ouyang Ke, Lingzhi Shangren, and others to break through the encirclement quickly.

Hong Qigong glanced at Liang Ziweng's corpse and sighed. Back in Zhongdu, this kid said that if a year wasn't enough, he would practice his martial arts diligently and kill him next year. As a result, he gained this ability in just half a year. At this rate of improvement in martial arts, he could dominate the martial arts world in twenty or even ten years.

“Senior.” Zhou Yan quickly walked to Hong Qigong’s side.

"Ouyang Feng frantically snatched the stone box, which the old beggar had filled with bones. He was probably furious."

Hong Qigong's eyebrows danced with delight.

(End of this chapter)