The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 270 Seeking Marriage with One Hand and Striking with the Other

"Hehe, this old monk is growing to admire you more and more, lad." The Fire-Worker Monk, wanting to show off, slapped out with his left hand, and the wine bowl spun half a circle in the air before suddenly landing on the table.

The wine in the bowl did not ripple at all.

Zhou Yan said: "The 'Subduing Heretics' technique in the Diamond Sutra Palm"

"Kid, you have a good eye."

The foreman smiled coldly, revealing his white teeth, and took a bowl to drink tea.

"What a brilliant 'Finger Flicking Skill'! I wonder what kind of fortuitous encounter this kid has had to learn the divine skills of Seventh Brother and Brother Yao." Ouyang Feng said, then looked at Zhou Yan: "Let me see how far your skills have progressed."

Ouyang Feng took a bowl, poured wine, and with a push of his right hand, the bowl flew straight towards Zhou Yan.

“Brother Feng, this is using your strength to bully the weak.” Hong Qigong glared.

"It's just to see how skilled you are at 'Flicking Finger Divine Skill'. Seventh Brother, you're mistaken."

Huang Rong said, "Chief Hong is also someone who can be tested."

Hong Qigong laughed heartily, "You're a clever girl."

Zhou Yan faced Huogong Toutuo and Qiu Qianren, but had his back to Ouyang Feng and the others. As the three of them were talking, the wine bowl had already flown to their backs.

"Be careful!" Huang Rong couldn't help but warn.

Hearing the whistling sound behind him, Zhou Yan quickly reversed his hand, his five fingers already gripping the rim of the bowl. This was neither the "Dragon Tail Swing" nor the "Crushing Claw" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

It was a variation of the Yue Family Spear Returning Spear technique. Originally, it was a killing move where you would grab the spearhead five inches behind the opponent's hand, turn around and thrust the spear forward before the opponent could react, and then take their life. However, Zhou Yan did not adhere to the form and used it to grab a wine bowl.

Zhou Yan gripped the bowl with his five fingers, but felt as if his fingers were being branded with a hot iron, burning and scorching. He was secretly shocked, realizing that Ouyang Feng's internal strength cultivation seemed to have improved again.

He remained expressionless, picked up his bowl, and drank the wine. Ouyang Feng said in a sinister tone, "The technique of 'returning the spear' can also be used to hold a wine bowl? This is quite an eye-opener."

“This wasn’t something that old beggars taught us.” Hong Qigong laughed heartily. “Nephew Ouyang, come and have a drink.”

After Hong Qigong finished speaking, he swiftly flicked his dog-beating stick, and a bowl of wine fell onto the table where Ouyang Ke was sitting alone.

Ouyang Ke leaped up, unleashing the "Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm" technique. His palms flashed out, and he held a wine bowl in both hands, drinking deeply. Then he bowed to Hong Qigong, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Brother Feng, your nephew's skills have improved a lot."

Ouyang Feng laughed: "If that kid's skills improve by leaps and bounds, then my nephew won't be allowed to improve as well."

"That makes sense," the old beggar grumbled.

"Seventh Brother, you're too kind."

Huang Yaoshi looked at Ouyang Feng with suspicion, wondering if the old poison master had taught Ouyang Ke the Nine Yin Manual. With this thought in mind, he decided to test him, saying, "Since my nephew has drunk my seventh brother's wine, how can I be left out?"

He flicked his fingers, and the wine bowl flew off the table and headed straight for Ouyang Ke.

Ouyang Kecai used his internal energy to neutralize the force contained in the wine bowl that Hong Qigong had flicked at him. The wine bowl that Huang Yaoshi had flicked at him stopped in an instant. He was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that Huang Yaoshi would not use his full strength, but even so, the force carried by the wine bowl was not something that he could break with his ordinary methods.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the "Flying Floss Force" from the Nine Yin Manual.

This is an extremely skillful technique for deflecting force, which can neutralize the opponent's powerful attack.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the wine bowl landed in Ouyang Ke's palm and slipped from his hand. He quickly caught the bowl with his other hand, but inevitably some wine splashed into his palm.

"Excellent technique," praised the Fireworker Monk.

Huang Yaoshi's expression was somewhat gloomy. He had naturally seen through Ouyang Ke's method of deflecting force. The old poisoner had broken his solemn oath and was not as sincere as he seemed.

Hong Qigong clicked his tongue, "Nephew Ouyang, is this another example of your uncle's inspiration and enlightenment from the snake's body regarding the technique of deflecting force?"

Ouyang Ke was unaware that he was practicing a technique from the Nine Yin Manual. He said, "It was taught to me by my uncle, but he never told me the name of the technique."

Huang Yaoshi was an extremely intelligent man. Upon hearing this, he immediately understood and inwardly sneered, "Back then, I made a solemn oath with the old poison master that I would not reveal Chongyang's inscription to a third party. He is just being opportunistic and is unworthy of being a master."

Huang Rong watched as Ouyang Ke accepted the wine bowl, spilling wine, and clapped her hands, saying, "You lost."

Huang Rong's smile captivated Ouyang Ke, who said, "What does it matter if I lose if I can make Miss Huang smile?"

"You smooth talker, I'm not talking to you." Huang Rong walked towards Zhou Yan, but after taking only two steps, she suddenly heard Ouyang Feng laugh and say, "Brother Yao, my nephew has already drunk your wine. Old Poison Master, I have a favor to ask of you."

Huang Rong stopped and looked back.

If it were any other day, given Ouyang Feng's personality, the fact that he could utter the word "seek" would have shown that the matter was of great importance and that he valued him, which would have made Huang Yaoshi happy. However, he was still immersed in his previous unpleasantness and said in a deep voice, "Brother Feng, please speak freely."

"Is my nephew worthy of your young lady?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan was taken aback and looked at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong did not lose her composure; she looked at Huang Yaoshi with a smile.

As soon as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he reached into his robes and pulled out a brocade box. Opening the lid, he saw a yellow sphere the size of a pigeon egg on a piece of brocade inside. Its color was dark and inconspicuous. He said, "This 'Tongxi Dilong Pill' was obtained from the body of a strange beast from the Western Regions and has been refined by me with medicinal herbs. Wearing it will make one immune to all poisons. There is only one in the whole world. I'm giving it to your daughter as a gift."

Hong Qigong clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Feng, you have quite the generosity. But if this girl marries Brother Feng's nephew, it's like a beautiful flower falling into cow dung."

Ouyang Feng smiled sinisterly, "Seventh Brother, it's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage."

Hong Qigong pulled out the stopper, took a few gulps of wine from the gourd, and said, "If it were a good match, how could an old beggar do such a despicable thing? It's your nephew who is of bad character."

Ouyang Feng smiled coldly, ignoring Hong Qigong, and looked at Huang Yaoshi: "Brother Yao, you are the Eastern Heretic, and I am the Western Poison. We act according to our hearts. A marriage between our two families is a good match, but is it right or wrong?"

When Ouyang Ke heard Ouyang Feng ask this question, he felt his heart was in his throat.

Ouyang Feng continued, "Besides, I have a connection with Brother Yao, isn't that right?"

Huang Yaoshi thought to himself, "I swear on my beloved wife, yet you took advantage of the situation to pass on the Nine Yin Manual to Ouyang Ke. I, Huang Yaoshi, cannot tolerate people who make promises lightly. You say that we are destined to meet, but in reality, you are just saying that the true manual is only known to you and me."

Huang Yaoshi had read the inscription left by Wang Chongyang and obtained the second volume from Mei Chaofeng. He knew that Wang Chongyang had not carved the complete text in the ancient tomb stone chamber. He also knew that Ouyang Feng was a hypocrite and extremely cunning. He couldn't help but suspect that Ouyang Feng was using the true scriptures as a pretext for proposing marriage, and that he had ulterior motives.

After thinking it over, he said, "Rong'er, are you still not going to marry me?"

Huang Rong ran over and hugged Huang Yaoshi's arm: "Rong'er wants to marry someone like Father who is so kind and sincere to Mother."

Huang Yaoshi stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Yao."

"Brother Yao always does things in a whimsical and unconventional way. Old Beggar can't figure out his temperament, but this is something that is very gratifying."

"Thank you, Seventh Brother." After saying this, Huang Yaoshi said to Huang Rong, "Since we have refused Brother Feng, it would be impolite of us to continue drinking. Let's go."

Huang Rong felt it was unwise to seek out Zhou Yan at this juncture, so she said, "Well, I'll go with Father."

Huang Yaoshi took Huang Rong's hand and said, "Seventh Brother, Brother Feng, farewell."

After saying this, he looked at the Fire-Worker Monk and said, "If you want revenge, you can come to Peach Blossom Island at any time, but whether you can get on the island and get out is another matter."

The Fire-Worker Monk grinned, "I will certainly not disappoint Island Master Huang."

"Alright!" Huang Yaoshi, carrying Huang Rong, leaped out of the window. The two landed lightly outside Yueyang Tower, as if riding the wind, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Hong Qigong picked up his wine gourd and shook it to reveal the contents. "Even an old beggar wants to get some wine. Kid, why aren't you leaving?"

Zhou Yan hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi to make such a decision. Coming to his senses, he said to the Fisherman of Misty Waves, "Let's go, brother."

"Boy, you haven't settled the score for killing my disciple yet, and you think you can just walk away?"

The Fire-Worker Monk suddenly attacked, utilizing every muscle and meridian in his body to its fullest potential, striking Zhou Yan with a palm strike.

Firework Monk's attack produced no explosive sound; the sound seemed to be annihilated. Yet, he unleashed the full power of the Vajra Prajna Palm, aiming to inflict a severe blow.

"Master, the head of a sect, your actions are not honorable." Hong Qigong laughed, slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it outward with a whoosh.

Knowing that the Fire-Worker Monk was using a heavy hand, Hong Qigong dared not be careless and went all out. With this palm strike, the force broke through the air and exploded with a low, booming sound. The palm force, like an invisible dragon, slammed into the ground.

The Fire-Worker Monk laughed loudly, "Chief Hong, you've ambushed this old monk. Now that's out in the open, I'll take your Dragon Subduing Palm technique."

Zhou Yan and Yanbo Diaosou stood up at the same time, the table between them moved silently, and then flew up, carrying great force as it smashed towards Huogong Toutuo.

Qiu Qianren, who had been mostly silent, was not about to miss this opportunity. Without a word, he suddenly rushed out, slapping his left palm against his right, sending his right palm flying diagonally towards Zhou Yan's abdomen. This was one of the most powerful and vicious moves of his Iron Palm technique, "Yin Yang Returns to One."

On the side of the elegant window seat in Yueyang Tower, the iron spear vibrated with a hum, and Yu Huacheng's body swayed slightly.

One movement affects everything.

Hong Qigong's palm strike was intended to force Huo Gong Toutuo to abandon his attack on Zhou Yan.

Fireworker Monk indeed gave up on Zhou Yan and swung his "Diamond Palm" over. Suddenly, a "clang" sound came from behind Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong felt a chill run down his spine, and a thought suddenly occurred to him: This old poisoner is angry that I ruined his nephew's good time and is plotting revenge.

In an instant, a palm strike like a raging torrent surged forth, as if the ocean had reversed its course.

No matter how skilled Hong Qigong was, he couldn't stop the Fire-Worker Monk in front and face Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, from behind. He thought to himself, "My life is over."

If Hong Qigong were to be struck by Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance, his spine would surely break. Hong Qigong had no choice but to concentrate his energy in front of him and risk serious injury to take the blow from the Fire-Worker Monk. He then slashed back with a "Dragon Tail Swing" towards Ouyang Feng.

(End of this chapter)