The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

With a low shout from Fei Bin, several figures darted out of the inn and gave chase.

Among them were even a few people whose skills were no less than Fei Bin's.

How many of these Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song have come?

Chen Qianyang ran wildly through the alleys, inwardly groaning in despair.

They really went all out to deal with Liu Zhengfeng!

Fortunately, I was masked, so they probably didn't recognize me.

Although he possessed the talent of being as swift as the wind, the complex terrain of Hengyang City, coupled with numerous pursuers behind him, made it difficult for him to shake them off for the time being.

"Grab him! Don't let him get away!"

"Over there!"

Shouts of battle rose and fell, drawing the attention of passersby who turned to look and fled in panic.

The entire northern part of Hengyang City was instantly thrown into chaos.

In his panic, Chen Qianyang rushed headlong into a bustling main street.

The streets were decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and people were singing and dancing. It was a famous red-light district in Hengyang City.

"Quick! He's entered the Qunyu Courtyard!"

A roar came from behind.

Chen Qianyang didn't have time to think much. He flashed through the vermilion gate.

"Oh dear, sir, in such a hurry? The girls are waiting upstairs..."

Before the madam could even come forward, Chen Qianyang swept past her like a gust of wind.

Chen Qianyang rushed upstairs, hoping to find a room to hide in.

"Bang!"

He casually pushed open a door.

Inside the room, red candles flickered, and a rich, sweet fragrance wafted through the air.

"Which blind bastard dares to ruin my good time!"

A furious roar came from the brocade couch.

Suddenly, a man with a stubble-covered face and disheveled clothes jumped up, holding a gleaming single-edged sword in his hand, his face full of unfulfilled desire.

This man was indeed quite handsome, but his eyes revealed a lewd and evil glint.

Chen Qianyang was slightly taken aback, then almost burst out laughing. He realized he had come at a really bad time.

The man was about to embrace the girl and do *that*.

"Who are you?" the man shouted, pulling up his pants. "How dare you ruin my good time!"

Chen Qianyang saw the sharp knife in the man's hand.

This person is also a wandering swordsman.

In that case, I apologize for offending you.

He thrust out a sword, pointing it at the man.

The man was furious: "Well, you dare to mess with your grandfather Tian Boguang? You're tired of living!"

This man is Tian Boguang, what a coincidence.

Chen Qianyang's mind stirred slightly, and he had already come up with a plan.

Tian Boguang, knife in hand, glared fiercely at the man who had barged in.

He was at a crucial moment in his work when he was suddenly interrupted, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"You've ruined my fun! Even the Heavenly King himself would die!"

Before he finished speaking, his swift knife had already slashed out!

The slash was as fast as lightning, aimed at Chen Qianyang's neck.

Tian Boguang, the "Lone Wanderer," is indeed a master of swift knife skills in the martial arts world.

If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even have seen the flash of the blade before their head was already gone.

But Chen Qianyang was no ordinary person.

With a slight shift in his footing, his body moved like a willow catkin in the wind, and just before the blade was about to strike, he slid half a step to the left.

"Whoosh!"

The blade grazed his body.

Tian Boguang's knife missed its mark, and he couldn't help but let out a "Huh?" in his heart.

This man's movements are quite slippery!

He refused to believe it, flicked his wrist, changed the direction of his blade, and slashed thirteen times in an instant!

Every strike aimed at Chen Qianyang's vital points, the wind from the blade whistling through the air.

Chen Qianyang moved nimbly in the cramped room, narrowly avoiding Tian Boguang's blade each time.

"Impressive footwork!"

Tian Boguang became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Who is this person, and how can his martial arts be so superb?

Just as he was about to unleash his ultimate move, "Boom!" The door was kicked open, and the entire door panel flew in and slammed against the wall.

"Who is that!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Seven or eight skilled fighters from the Songshan Sect rushed in.

They immediately spotted Tian Boguang inside the house, brandishing a single-edged sword and panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Chen Qianyang had already climbed out of the window and was hiding under the eaves outside.

"Tian Boguang, it's you!"

"Lu Bai, from the Songshan Sect?" Tian Boguang asked with a suspicious look.

"Exceptional lightness skill...master of stealth..."

Tian Boguang was renowned for his exceptional lightness skill, known as "Wanli Duxing" (Wanli Alone Travel).

Moreover, this guy usually likes to do petty theft and other underhanded things!

It was by chance that I had some old grudges with Lu Bai.

"So you were eavesdropping outside, you lecherous thief! No wonder your lightness skill is so good!" The newcomer was none other than Lu Bai, one of the Thirteen Protectors, known as Pine Crane Hand: "Attack! Kill him!"

"What's going on? Has your Songshan Sect gone mad?"

The members of the Songshan Sect gave Tian Boguang no chance to explain, and with their swords drawn, they instantly surrounded him.

"Damn it! I just arrested a little nun, is this really necessary?"

Tian Boguang was stunned.

Looking at this group of menacing uninvited guests, he assumed they were reinforcements brought by the little nun he had kidnapped the day before.

"Damn it! What bad luck!"

"You lecherous thief, die!"

Lu Bai waved his hand and lunged forward first.

With a single palm strike, the wind howled, it was none other than the Songshan Sect's ultimate technique, the "Great Songyang Divine Palm"!

This palm strike was powerful and heavy, enveloping Tian Boguang's entire body, clearly indicating that the opponent was serious.

The other seven or eight disciples from Songshan also drew their swords and formed a sword formation, surrounding Tian Boguang.

Holy crap!

Tian Boguang let out a strange cry and could only raise his knife to parry.

"when!"

Their knives and palms clashed.

Tian Boguang felt a tremendous force surge through him, which made his arm go numb and caused him to stagger back several steps.

"Such profound internal strength!"

Tian Boguang was greatly alarmed.

This Lu Bai truly lives up to his reputation as one of the best among the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song; his strength is actually above mine.

With these seven or eight well-coordinated swordsmen on the side, I've really bitten off more than I can chew today!

While wielding his sword to deflect the longswords thrusting from all directions, Tian Boguang shouted, "Heroes! We have no past grudges or present animosity. I am Tian Boguang! Why would I eavesdrop on your secrets? Am I crazy?"

He mentally cursed Chen Qianyang's ancestors for eighteen generations.

If that man hadn't barged in, how could so many disciples of Mount Song have been drawn out?

"What terrible luck!"

"Hmph! The lecherous scoundrel Tian Boguang deserves to be killed by everyone!"

Lu Bai sneered, his palm strike growing even more urgent. "Today is the perfect opportunity to eliminate this scourge! Prepare to die!"

He wouldn't listen to any explanation.

In the eyes of the Songshan Sect, killing Tian Boguang, a disgrace to the martial arts world, was not a bad thing. It would even bring them a good reputation, so why not?

Tian Boguang was filled with bitterness.

Although he has done many bad things in his life, this is the first time he has been so wronged!

Not only was his good deed interrupted, but now he has to take the blame for someone else and is being attacked by the mad dogs of the Songshan Sect!

"Damn it! Just because I'm not showing my power doesn't mean I'm a pushover!"

Tian Boguang was also provoked to his ferocity.

His swift knife flashed like a silver light, impervious to water.

"Thirteen Styles of Flying Sand and Stones!"

This is his signature move; once unleashed, the blade flashes with terrifying power.

A series of rapid impacts rang out.

The swords of several Songshan disciples were knocked away, revealing a small gap in the encirclement.

With lightning speed, Tian Boguang leaped into the air like a bird and crashed through the side window.

"The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow forever! Grandpa will remember this, you grandsons of the Songshan Sect!"

He left behind a harsh remark, his figure leaping through the air several times before disappearing swiftly across the rooftops.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Lu Bai's face turned ashen.

"Chase!"

The disciples of Mount Song jumped out of the windows one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the room was spotless.

All that remained was a scene of utter chaos and the girl who had already fainted from fright.

Chen Qianyang poked his head out from another empty room.

Hearing the shouts of battle coming from afar, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother Tian, ​​I'm sorry."

There was not a trace of apology in his tone.

"You can take the blame for me for now. Anyway, you're not bothered by having too many lice or too much debt."

He rolled over and landed, his movements light and silent.

Walking to the table, I saw that there was still half a pot of wine left unspouted, so I poured myself a glass.

"Good wine."

Chen Qianyang drank it all in one gulp.

This tactic of shifting blame eastward is truly effective when used properly.

Not only did they escape the pursuit of the Songshan Sect, they also successfully diverted their attention to Tian Boguang.

Given Tian Boguang's slippery nature, it probably won't be easy for the Songshan Sect to capture him.

Most importantly, if Fei Bin is certain that Tian Boguang overheard this news, he won't take it seriously.

Who would believe the words of a womanizer?

And that's exactly what he wanted.

It's easier to fish in troubled waters.