The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 144 The Beauty's Fist Technique, Mo Chou's Gift of a Bow

As the morning light fades, it's as if the wind is blowing flower petals across the sky, and the thin mist floating in the forest is soon dispelled.

Zhou Yan woke up from the mountain temple, still in pain, but in much better spirits.

Yesterday, aside from occasionally chatting with Li Mochou and Hong Qigong, he spent the rest of the day using the Quanzhen Internal Energy Technique to extract the gentle energy of the Jade Guanyin and integrate it into his internal strength to heal his injuries.

He had refined many extraordinary and orthodox meridians throughout his body, making his internal energy circulation highly efficient and his injuries healed quickly. Such performance inevitably surprised Hong Qigong.

The Nine-Fingered Beggar sighed, recalling how, upon first teaching Zhou Yan the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique and witnessing his comprehension, he thought he could rise to fame in just twenty years. The second time, when teaching him the moves "Flying Dragon in the Sky" and "Shocking the Hundred Miles," he learned that Zhou Yan had mastered "Regretful Dragon" to a high level, and thus said he could become famous throughout the martial world in just ten years. Now, it seemed, ten years were hardly needed.

Li Mochou went into the forest and hunted a pheasant. She cleaned and gutted it, then mixed water with mud to wrap the pheasant in mud. She roasted it over a fire, and when she was about to eat it, she peeled off the mud. The pheasant feathers fell off with the mud, and the meat was white, tender, and had a rich aroma.

Just as Zhou Yan had guessed, her skills were excellent, even Hong Qigong praised her. Around noon, Li Mochou wandered around the neighborhood and returned with a considerable amount of honey.

The pheasant was roasted again that evening, but sprinkled with some honey, making it taste like sweet and sour pork to Zhou Yan. With this kind of care, he slept well after regulating his qi at night and felt great in the morning.

He estimated that he would be fully recovered in ten days to half a month.

There was the rustling of clothes as someone stretched out in the woods. Zhou Yan walked out of the mountain god temple, but he didn't see Hong Qigong. Instead, he saw Li Mochou practicing her boxing skills.

In the morning light, her clothes fluttered, and with each swift movement of her hands and legs, she was graceful, charming, and elegant. Sometimes she seemed to be dancing, sometimes she stood still, her expression constantly shifting, utterly enigmatic.

Suddenly, Li Mochou's arms moved in rapid succession, her movements as graceful as a beautiful woman striking a drum, a truly exquisite sight.

Zhou Yan is now quite knowledgeable and experienced in battle. It would be an exaggeration to say that he has seen hundreds of different styles of martial arts, but he has never seen such a pleasing and beautiful martial art.

He tried his best to recall the records of martial arts in the Ancient Tomb in the world of Condor Heroes, and in a flash of inspiration, he thought of a martial art.

"Beautiful Women's Boxing"

Zhou Yan's guess was spot on. Li Mochou was indeed using the "Beauty Fist Technique." Due to a year-long martial arts agreement, she had long since developed the habit of diligently practicing her skills at midnight and dawn in Zhongnan Mountain. As a result, she practiced this fist technique in the morning. Moves such as "Red Thread Stealing the Box," "Mulan Bending the Bow," "Ban Ji Composing a Poem," and "Chang'e Stealing the Medicine" came out in succession, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes with a heroic air, and sometimes as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Zhou Yan thought to himself, only Li Mochou in her current state can truly embody the essence of this fist technique. The Little Dragon Girl in the Condor Heroes world, when using this method, was less effective because she had already transcended emotions while practicing the Ancient Tomb martial arts, lacking the emotional depth inherent in these moves. Yang Guo seemed to know this technique as well, but how could he compare to Li Mochou in her present state?

"Mo Chou's martial arts are quite unique." Hong Qigong's voice suddenly rang out.

Zhou Yan knew the truth. After Lin Chaoying's death, the maidservant never even left Zhongnan Mountain, let alone entered the world. In the world of Condor Heroes, the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect only became known to the martial arts world after Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu left the mountain.

It's perfectly normal that Ren Hongqigong, with his sharp eyes, couldn't see the clues.

As he thought this through, he suddenly realized that Ouyang Feng had gone to great lengths for the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Besides perfecting his "Toad Stance," he had also created another technique, hoping to achieve a surprising victory. The "Snake Fist" was a technique that Ouyang Feng had painstakingly developed for combat. Given Hong Qigong's level of skill, it wouldn't be difficult for him to memorize Li Mochou's martial arts techniques after watching her practice. If he were to spar with Ouyang Feng again, and suddenly unleashed a move called "Beauty Fist," Ouyang Feng would be greatly alarmed.

Zhou Yan was lost in thought. Hong Qigong, curious, also watched intently. The Beggar Clan leader's state at this moment was actually like Zhou Botong reading the "Nine Yin Manual"—reading without practicing. But with their level of understanding, after reading it, they could comprehend it and master it without practice.

Suddenly, Li Mochou let out a soft cry and used the move "Flying Swallow Returning Snow". Her long blue dress, after passing her waist, flowed down, making her figure look slender and tall. As she turned, the hem of the skirt swirled and flew like a blooming blue lotus.

Several jade needles shot out, pinning a few startled grasshoppers to the ground.

Li Mochou nimbly glided through the woods, her gaze falling to the ground as she let out a soft sigh. The technique of using the Jade Peak Needles as a hidden weapon was already quite remarkable, but it was far from reaching its pinnacle; several grasshoppers had already escaped.

Hong Qigong saw Li Mochou's expression. After pondering for a while, he said, "Girl, give me this needle."

"Senior has arrived?"

Li Mochou called out from afar, picked up the Jade Peak Needle, walked over, looked at Zhou Yan's complexion, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm much better now, and I'll be able to move around normally in a few days."

Li Mochou was overjoyed and gave the Jade Peak Needle to Hong Qigong.

The Nine-Fingered Beggar held the needles. With a flick of his right hand, several jade needles shot out, pinning grasshoppers in the grass to the ground.

"That's how it is," Hong Qigong muttered to himself.

Li Mochou exclaimed in amazement. Compared to Hong Qigong, her hidden weapon skills were worlds apart. When she threw her needles, the grasshoppers were only within a few feet of her, while Hong Qigong's range was several feet. Hong Qigong said, "You and I are destined to meet. You, an old beggar, have been eating and drinking for free and have even watched you practice your boxing. You've memorized a few moves, so I will teach you the 'Scattered Flower Rain Throwing Golden Needles' technique, which can be used to fight several people at once."

Li Mochou was in a dilemma, "But if we do that, we won't be able to use hidden weapons when we fight Zhou the镖师 (bodyguard/escort)."

Zhou Yan was taken aback. Li Mochou was cultivating the Jade Peak Needle technique in order to win in the martial arts competition. Her desire to win was a bit too strong.

"Why?" Hong Qigong asked.

“Zhou the镖师 also learned the martial arts of the senior. If I were to learn them and use them, wouldn’t I be comparing myself to Zhou the镖师 by comparing the martial arts of the senior?”

Hong Qigong laughed: "Then neither you nor the kid need to use beggar's martial arts, right?"

"That's right, senior, that's a good idea. I'll listen to you."

"Don't be so polite." Hong Qigong changed the subject and said to Zhou Yan, "Young man, heal your injuries yourself."

"it is good."

Hong Qigong immediately took Li Mochou to an open space and began to explain the essentials of breath control and techniques for exerting force.

Zhou Yan returned to the mountain god temple and used his internal energy to heal his injuries.

In the morning, Li Mochou practiced her hidden weapon techniques with Hong Qigong. After lunch, she went to Zhou Yan's place and took the giant ox-horn bow.

"Last year you helped me shoot and kill the bandits in the pouring rain. When I was in Zhongnan Mountain, I thought about how shooting arrows in the rain would damage the bow, so I had the idea of ​​giving you a bow. There are wild oxen in the mountains. I took their horns and sent them to the city to find a craftsman to make a bow." Li Mochou smiled. "It was my junior sister who came up with the idea of ​​using a rope as a tripwire, otherwise it would be difficult to control the wild oxen. My junior sister even asked her who was smarter, her or you."

"It's because she's clever that she could come up with such a brilliant idea."

"When I got back, I told her that my junior sister would be very happy, so I gave her the bow."

"It's disrespectful."

"It was a gift for you, so please take it. By the way, I need to go back to Zhongnan Mountain."

"it is good!"

"I'll let you know, senior." Li Mochou turned and walked out of the mountain god temple.

The wind rustled through the forest, and a woman's voice rang out.

"Senior, I must go now. When you reach Zhongnan Mountain, I will gather honey for you."

"The old beggar is in for a treat."

As Zhou Yan walked out of the mountain god temple, Li Mochou turned back and smiled gently, "Take care!"

"Bon Voyage."

"Um!"

Li Mochou led her green horse and leaped onto it. The horse's hooves pounded as the two of them entered the path. She exhaled slightly, ready to spur the horse on and gallop away.

"Thank you for the bow." Zhou Yan's voice suddenly came.

A smile bloomed on Li Mochou's face like wildflowers, her complexion radiant and bright. She glanced back at Zhou Yan and waved her hand, saying, "It's just a trivial matter, nothing to mention."

"They're gone!"

With her horse galloping away at breakneck speed, Li Mochou, free from all her worries, headed straight for Zhongnan Mountain, concerned only for Ouyang Ke.

(End of this chapter)