The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 93 Save me
In the flickering lantern light, Zhou Yan saw a Hu escort from the Changfeng Escort Agency swiftly and swiftly heading towards the courtyard where Zhang Wangyue had entered.

He recognized the man; he had exchanged a few blows with him before the New Year at the gate of the Fu'an Escort Agency. The man's swordsmanship was impressive, and he had a fierce personality.

Zhou Yan used the "Golden Goose Skill" to silently land behind the Hu man amidst the noise, grabbing his shoulders and arms with both hands.

The Hu escort's arms moved with lightning speed, twisting and turning as he thrust out his dagger. Zhou Yan pressed down with his elbow, and the dagger was instead pulled along, tearing a gash in the man's neck.

He grabbed the Hu man's right hand and slashed it across the neck. With a quick push of his left hand, the Hu man's head turned in the opposite direction, and his body collapsed to the ground like limp mud.

As Zhou Yan killed his opponent and moved forward, Mu Nianci, wearing the same Kitchen God mask, hurriedly said, "Father and the others have gone inside."

"Okay, let's go in too."

"Ok!"

Mu Nianci turned and took a few steps toward the courtyard. Her red dress bloomed like a lotus in the moonlight, then closed again, and her figure disappeared on the other side of the courtyard.

Zhou Yan turned around and looked around. Because of the fighting, most of the tourists on the long street had already fled, and Huang Rong was nowhere to be seen among the sparse crowd. He figured that Huang Rong must have escaped; with her intelligence and alertness, she would be safe once she blended into the crowd.

Zhou Yan glanced again at the long street several dozen feet away. The fighting there had long since stopped, and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and the Golden Saber Prince Consort were nowhere to be seen. He withdrew his gaze and leaped into the courtyard.

"Brother Zhou is back."

"How is the chief镖头 (chief镖头 is)?"

"It's alright!" Zhang Wangyue changed the subject, "What about the heroes who assassinated Wanyan Honglie?"

"It was Chief Hong of the Beggars' Sect who came. He had already helped them out of the predicament when he arrived."

Zhang Wangyue felt relieved. He hated the Jurchens and the Lin'an government to the core and was unwilling to see any harm done to the heroes who assassinated Wanyan Honglie.

"Very good, let's leave this place quickly."

"Chief镖头 (Chief Escort) and Brother Huyan, you go first."

"Okay, please be safe."

Zhang Wangyue led the way, with Hu Yanlei bringing up the rear. The group scaled the wall and over the courtyard, disappearing into the narrow alleyway.

Zhou Yan then walked around several streets and alleys, removed the Kitchen God mask, and arrived at the main street.

In the distance, the figures of Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng, like owls soaring in the moonlight, rose and fell among the rows of houses, the sound of their internal energy breaking out like thunder.

"Old Poison Master, you've been lying low in the Western Regions for so long, but your martial arts haven't improved at all."

"Each each other."

The two exchanged a few words and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Zhou Yan cautiously made his way through the crowd, making sure that the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others had all escaped before finally arriving at the street where the fight had taken place.

In the darkness of night, he saw Cui Qingshan holding Cui Changshun and wailing.

Could Cui Changshun be Cui Qingshan's illegitimate son? Otherwise, he wouldn't be so heartbroken. His gaze swept past Cui Qingshan and landed on Helian Chuncheng.

The young master of Changfeng Escort Agency looked at the seven or eight corpses on the ground with a gloomy expression.

Zhou Yan gave a low laugh, then turned and left.

……

The force contained in the sedan chair pole, which was thrown out by the internal energy of the Northern Beggar and Western Poison's all-out attack, was so immense that it nearly dislocated Huang Rong's internal organs.

She staggered forward, blood trickling down from beneath the Earth God mask, draining her strength and obscuring her vision.

Huang Rong did not go looking for Zhou Yan. Although their meeting was quite miraculous and she believed in Zhou Yan's character, it was not to the point that Huang Rong would entrust her life to him, especially since she was a woman.

The only person Huang Rong could think of to help her was the Iron Corpse Mei Chaofeng, who lived in the abandoned house in the backyard of the Zhao Prince's Mansion. Her white robes were already stained with blood. Due to the physical exhaustion from walking for a long time, Huang Rong's mind began to wander. What kept her going was the belief that "Father cannot live without me."

As she felt her vision begin to spin, the courtyard wall of the back alley of the Zhao Prince's Mansion gradually came into view. She stopped, leaned against the wall, and with considerable effort, took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and retrieved a blood-red pill.

The pill was called "Impermanence Pill," which had the effect of restoring life and internal energy. Huang Rong took the pill, leaned against the white wall to rest for a while, then shifted her body and continued on her way.

The short distance of a hundred steps felt to Huang Rong as long as more than ten years had passed. When she reached the bottom of the courtyard wall, she tried to gather her breath, but then gave up in despair and abandoned the idea of ​​jumping over the wall.

"Mei Ruohua".

"Mei Ruohua, save me."

She used her internal energy to generate the sound, which carried quite far. Huang Rong knew that Mei Chaofeng had exceptional hearing and that she could sense it as long as Mei Chaofeng practiced martial arts on the ground.

In just over ten breaths, a black figure floated down from above the courtyard wall, and Mei Chaofeng landed beside Huang Rong.

Iron Corpse couldn't recognize her, but it could hear Huang Rong's disordered breathing and unsteady aura. It was shocked: "Junior Sister, what happened? Who hurt you? I'll go get the culprit's head."

"help me!"

As Huang Rong stumbled and fell towards the ground, Mei Chaofeng caught her and leaped into the backyard of the Prince's mansion.
……

The fire trees and silver flowers merge, the star bridge and iron locks open. Dark dust follows the horses, the bright moon follows the people.

Zhou Yan, his figure moving through the night, leaped over the clear moonlight and landed on a house in Jiqingfang Alley. He looked around to make sure no one was following him, then jumped into the alley and arrived at Zhang Wangyue's residence.

The lamplight flickered like fireflies. Inside the room, Wang Kui clicked his tongue and said, "Today I have truly witnessed Brother Zhou's strength. Shi Xiangui's stone-smashing technique is quite skilled, but it was ultimately defeated by Brother Zhou's fist, who shattered his bones."

Hu Yanlei sighed, "Brother Zhou pushed the bamboo stick forward and used the move 'Lone Smoke in the Desert.' It truly had the aura of a tiger swallowing ten thousand miles and the desolate sound of iron horses and clashing swords. It is easy to perfect a move, but to cultivate the intent of a spear is something that cannot be achieved without wisdom and talent."

"That's right!" Zhang Wangyue nodded. He had taken three blows from Ouyang Feng, coughed up blood, and taken some medicine. After returning and recuperating, he had stabilized his injuries and gained the upper hand in his fight with Helian Chuncheng. Therefore, he was able to spare some energy to observe Zhou Yan's situation. Recalling the scene just now, the lion's head as a hammer, the bamboo stick as a spear, the unrestrained and free fist techniques, and the leg techniques as swift as autumn leaves, were all skills he had never seen before. The changes were smooth and powerful. Among the talented young talents in the world, Brother Zhou should have a place.

Wang Kui's voice rang out again: "Helian Chuncheng wanted to capture a few heroes to curry favor with the Prince of Zhao's mansion, but now he has 'lost his wife and lost his soldiers,' which is exactly what he deserves."

"How wonderful!" Huyan Lei exclaimed.

Mu Nianci sat under the eaves, her mind replaying the scene of Zhou Yan using the "Free and Easy Wandering" fist technique. Some fates in life are truly wondrous. Suddenly, she heard the sound of wind breaking through the night. Looking up, she saw Zhou Yan appear as if he had come from the moon, landing on the moonlight.

"Chief Escort Zhou is here," she whispered.

"Creak!" The window was pushed open, and Hu Yanlei, with his leopard-like head and piercing eyes, popped out. "Brother Zhou, we're talking to you. Come in quickly."

"okay,"

Zhou Yan strode forward, lifted the curtain, and followed Mu Nianci into the room.

As the candlelight flickered, Zhou Yan, who had entered the room and taken his seat, recounted what he had seen after going back around. Everyone was certain that the heroes who had attempted to assassinate Wanyan Honglie were safe and sound, and that the Changfeng Escort Agency had ended up with nothing after its scheme failed. They all cheered.

Seeing that Zhang Wangyue's injuries were not serious, Zhou Yan was relieved. He withstood three moves from the Western Poison, demonstrating that his martial arts were no less than those of Sha Tongtian and his ilk.

He couldn't help but admire the level of martial arts mastery of the Four Absolutes. The path of martial arts is arduous; one must strive diligently and forge ahead with determination.

……

At midnight, the sound of the clapper echoed through the long street. Zhang Wangyue urged everyone to return. Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci lived in the suburbs and could not leave the city, so they stayed overnight in the courtyard to take care of the chief镖头 (chief镖头, a bodyguard) whose injuries had not yet healed.

Zhou Yan, Hu Yanlei, and the others dispersed.

He wandered through the streets and alleys until he reached his courtyard. He opened the gate and went inside. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard a voice: "Boy, you're back?"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hong Qigong sitting on the roof drinking.

(End of this chapter)