Volume 1: Wind Rises in the Mountains and Swamps Chapter 11: The Thief Arrives
The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility in front of the gate of Xuanyuan Temple.
A group of more than 20 people rode on horses and arrived at the gate of Xuanyuan Temple like a whirlwind. Everyone on the horse had a fierce look on their faces and carried weapons on their waists.
The leader was a young and strong man with a burly figure. He pulled the reins hard, and the horse under him raised its front hooves high and neighed with its head raised.
"Bah! Damn it, a stinky old Taoist is worthy of my coming in person."
The man on the horse spat viciously, turned around and scolded: "Get off the horse, tie up the old Taoist priest!"
"The second in command has an order, tie up the old Taoist priest!" Everyone on the horse echoed, jumped off the horse, packed up their weapons, and prepared to go up the mountain.
Seeing this, a thin man next to the second in command looked worried. He dismounted and leaned over and said, "Second in command, the first in command told me when we came here..." As he spoke, he carefully glanced at the other person and said hesitantly, "The first in command said that he wanted to invite the old Taoist priest to go... not to tie him up."
"What did you say?" The second in command glared and was about to raise his hand to hit the man.
The man looked embarrassed and quickly dodged backwards, forcing a smile with his eyes and eyebrows, protecting his head with his hands, and repeatedly said, "Second in command, please show mercy! Please show mercy! It's all because of me who talked too much!"
"Haha! You cowardly thing who deserves a beating." Seeing this, the second in command retracted his arm and cursed disdainfully.
"Brother, you are afraid of the Canghai Gang. In my opinion, go to hell! If you can't afford to offend them, we brothers can hide. At worst, we can go somewhere else and drink, rob money, and play with women!"
The second in command shook his head, waved his arms, and said in a rough voice: "Leave two people to take care of the horses, and the rest, follow me up the mountain." He drew out the long knife hanging diagonally on the saddle and led the way up the mountain.
Everyone shouted and then...
Xiaoyi landed on the ground and looked up. The cave above his head was tightly covered by branches, without a trace.
In the open space beside the cliff, the body of the big snake coiled into a ball. Xiaoyi didn't have time to pay attention to it. He put the small crossbow into the Qiankun bag. He moved his body and was three or four feet away in a blink of an eye...
Before he had time to experience the wonders of the wind control technique, Xiaoyi came to the front of the mountain gate and saw a group of horses and two men with unfriendly faces scattered in front of the mountain gate.
Seeing this, Xiaoyi's heart sank, and he felt uneasy.
"Heifeng Village is doing something here! You little beggar, get out of the way!" Two men drew their weapons and stepped forward to stop him.
Xiaoyi was anxious, and he didn't dare to stop. With his spiritual energy flowing, he flashed and passed the blocking bandits, and ran up the mountain. He tapped his toes frequently, and his robe spread out in the wind, like a bird, flying up the stone steps.
"Hey! Where did this little beggar come from? Such a brilliant light skill!" The two bandits were stunned.
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Xianrending, Xuanyuan Temple.
Taoist Qingyun stood in front of the hall with his head held high, surrounded by a group of men holding weapons.
"Old Taoist! Grandpa is Qian Hu, the second in command of Heifeng Village! Haha! Have you heard of my name!" Qian Hu held a long sword and made a knife flower, laughing arrogantly.
Taoist Qingyun had a calm face, stroked his beard with his hand, and closed his eyes slightly. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Oh! I wonder why the second in command came to my Xuanyuan Temple?"
"Hey! Damn, the old Taoist priest is quite courageous!"
Qian Hu saw that his bad reputation did not scare Taoist Qingyun, and glared at him fiercely: "Old Taoist priest, my eldest brother invites you, please follow me down the mountain and go to the Black Wind Village. Otherwise, I'm afraid your old bones can't bear it if I tie you up with ropes, haha!"
The crowd laughed strangely.
Taoist Qingyun's eyebrows moved, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the other party with an indifferent expression, and said: "I have heard that you occupy the mountain to be strong and make trouble. Under the law of heaven, right and wrong are clear and there is a destiny. I have lived for more than ninety years, and I have never pursued wealth and fame, and I have never feared evil. Humph! Could it be that I am afraid of you?"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "I am old and weak and it is not suitable for me to travel far. Please go back!"
"You old Taoist who doesn't know what's good for you, you are shameless!" Qian Hu's face was gloomy, he shook the steel knife in his hand, and cursed coldly, "Brothers! Tie up the old guy and take him away, there are still more than a hundred miles to go!"
"Brother, you can't blame me!" Qian Hu was indignant and muttered to himself.
Several men responded, waved their weapons, and rushed towards Taoist Qingyun.
Taoist Qingyun glanced outside the courtyard door, sighed lightly, moved his feet sideways, dodged the two bandits who rushed over, and pointed his fingers like swords at the other party's armpits.
"Ouch!" The two screamed and collapsed to the ground.
"Huh? Damn it, the old Taoist has some kung fu!" Qian Hu was stunned. Seeing that the man who fell to the ground was not in danger of death, he thought that the old Taoist did not dare to kill him. Then his eyes flashed with fierce light and shouted: "Get on shoulder with me!"
The thin man who was talkative before shook his head secretly when he saw this. What's the use of this old Taoist if he died or was injured! He was helpless in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He took his weapon and followed the crowd to surround him.
In Xuanyuan Temple, the sword light flashed for a while.
Qian Hu's long sword was fierce and powerful. Taoist Qingyun moved his feet, made his fingers into swords, and performed Xuanyuan swordsmanship, as if strolling in the garden.
The bandits' swords were flying, and they missed by a hair's breadth every time, brushing past Taoist Qingyun.
These bandits had been slashing with blood all year round, and they were insidious and slick. They took advantage of Taoist Qingyun's old age and just wielded weapons with Qian Hu to fight with him. The weapons touched Taoist Qingyun and then they left, making it difficult for Taoist Qingyun to use his sword to press acupoints.
The bandits knew that the big boss just wanted to take the old Taoist away to treat people. If he really killed Taoist Qingyun with a sword, this trip would be in vain.
However, everyone was also afraid that the second boss would get angry. After all, with the evil man in front of them, they should serve the one in front of them first. In their hearts, they just wanted to give the old Taoist a sword and subdue the old man. If the second boss really killed the old Taoist with a sword, it would be a matter between them brothers and had nothing to do with everyone.
The two sides were deadlocked for a while.
Taoist Qingyun was unarmed and surrounded by more than 20 people. He had to avoid the opponent's weapons and knock down a few people to deter the enemy. But he must be old and his strength is not enough, not to mention that he is facing a group of vicious thieves. After a while, sweat has seeped out of his temples, his steps have become heavy, and his breath has become more disordered, no longer relaxed and free at the beginning.
Seeing this, Qian Hu had a wicked smile on his lips, and his big knife was even more powerful and pressed forward step by step.
Taoist Qingyun couldn't help but be furious. It has been many years since he last got angry. He has practiced all his life and his heart is like a dry pond, not afraid of storms. Whether in the secular world or in the rivers and lakes, he has seen wind and rain and crossed dangerous shoals, but he didn't expect to be bullied by a group of scoundrels today.
His eyes burst out, he took a long breath, circulated the true energy in his body, turned around to avoid Qian Hu's tricky knife, and rushed to the two people who were besieging him with knives.
The two were caught off guard. One of them was hit by the sword of Taoist Qingyun. He fell backwards with a scream. His hands were still covering his throat, and he was about to die. The other saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and fled. Taoist Qingyun's eyes were sharp, and his sword followed him. He quickly pointed at the vital point on his back, and he fell to the ground with a scream.
After killing the two, Taoist Qingyun was in a state of panic, and his face was wet with sweat. There was a trace of blush. The old Taoist was helpless to kill. If he continued to entangle like this, he would surrender sooner or later. He only blamed himself for being soft-hearted and killing a little late.
Seeing that the fallen accomplice had lost his life, the bandits were also in a panic. Qian Hu was angry and had forgotten the instructions of his elder brother Liu Yidao. His eyes became more and more fierce, and the long sword whistled towards Taoist Qingyun's waist.
After knocking down the two men, Taoist Qingyun took the opportunity to adjust his breath. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a knife coming from behind him. There were sharp lights of swords and spears all around him. There was no place to hide. He held his breath helplessly, staggered his feet and turned around. He used his energy to move his right arm, raised his right palm, exhaled and said, "Hey!" He slapped the back of the knife near his waist with all his strength.
In a flash, with a "bang", Taoist Qingyun slapped the blade with all his strength.
With a "clang", the long knife broke into two pieces. Qian Hu's knife handle slipped out of his hand, and he stepped back a few steps before staggering to stand. He covered his numb arm and saw that several blood threads had burst out of his tiger's mouth.
"Ouch! My hand!" Groaning, biting his cheek, Qian Hu took a deep breath, staring at the broken knife on the ground with a vicious look with a trace of palpitations.
Taoist Qingyun was like a pine tree in the strong wind, his body trembling, his blood surging, his face flushed with a hint of green.
"Damn old Taoist! If I don't show you how powerful I am, you'll be called a grandfather for nothing!"
Qian Hu reached out and grabbed the big knife from the bandit beside him, cursing. The bandits who were accompanying him were shocked and shouted, surrounding Taoist Qingyun tightly.
Taoist Qingyun's gray hair and beard had turned snow-white at some point. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and his expression was full of determination. He snorted coldly, "I have practiced for my whole life, and although I have not witnessed the great Dao, I have lived for nearly a hundred years. Heaven and earth are unkind, and you and I are both chess pawns. You should know that you should show mercy when you can. You have no reason to take advantage of my old age and the fact that there is no one in Xuanyuan Temple, and force me to death. I am not a bloodthirsty person, but I am not unfamiliar with the art of killing. Come on! I will exhaust my vitality and fight you to my heart's content! Let you snakes and rats see my thundering methods!"
Taoist Qingyun's old voice was filled with murderous intent, his silver-white hair and beard were slightly raised, and his cold eyes were full of evil, as imposing as a pine or cypress on a dangerous cliff.
After fighting with the bandits, Taoist Qingyun felt exhausted, and his life span was running out. Although he couldn't let Xiaoyi go, the matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. He should have been merciless to the bandits, but he hadn't fought with anyone for many years, so he was too soft-hearted. Now it was too late to regret! The only way was to fight with his life to win a glimmer of hope for the declining Xuanyuan Temple and Xiaoyi.
The bandits had seen that no one could beat the old Taoist priest in a one-on-one fight, not even the second in command. But the old Taoist priest was going to fight to the death, and everyone was worried.
Seeing that everyone was timid, Qian Hu became anxious. He raised the big knife in his hand and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Damn it, grandpa doesn't care about life or death today! No matter how powerful you are, grandpa will beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, ah bah! Begging for mercy is not acceptable. Grandpa must break your legs, you stinky old Taoist priest, play with your life! Grandpa wants your life today! Grandpa is bullying you because there are many people, and bullying you because there is no one in Xuanyuan Temple!"
A group of bandits were watching with eager eyes, ready to make a move, under the shouting of Qian Hu.
At this moment, a figure flashed by, and then a loud slap sounded.
"Ouch! Who dares to hit me...?"
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