The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 2 Heavy Rain Fills the Swords and Bows

The roar was like a storm, and Wu Qinglie smashed the wooden table with his spear, thrusting it towards Li Mochou with a fierce attack.

With a clear "clang," Li Mochou drew her longsword, its light rising from below like a bright moon across the sky. This was the "Flowers and Moon" move of the "Jade Maiden Sword Technique." The sword tip trembled, like flowers waving in the wind. The sword blade touched the spear shaft and, as she lunged forward, slashed at the opponent's spear-wielding fingers.

Wu Qinglie shouted and quickly retreated, drawing his gun.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the restaurant. Li Mochou glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Zhou Yan crash through the window and rush into the rain.

"What is he doing? He's leaving?" Li Mochou asked, puzzled.

……

Amidst the torrential rain, Zhou Yan flung his bow quiver aside, held the iron bow in his right hand, drew an arrow from the quiver on his left, bent his arm, pulled back the bow, aimed, and the hard bow was drawn to its full extent.

Bang!
The bowstring snapped the raindrops into a straight line, the jet of water shooting a full ten feet away. The first arrow pierced the air, leaving a clear trail in the sky, just like a shooting star heading straight for the Soul-Stealing Whip Ma Qingxiong who had chased after the restaurant window.

With one arrow released, Zhou Yan already held a second arrow between two fingers of his left hand. His face was cold and resolute, and his rain-soaked sleeves outlined muscles that looked like coiled pythons. The iron bow was once again drawn in a breathtaking arc.

Ma Qingxiong's iron whip knocked away the first arrow, but he felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth. The second arrow followed immediately, tearing through his muscles with a "plop" and disappearing from his chest.

"what!"

Ma Qingxiong was thrown backwards into the restaurant by the immense inertia of the long arrow.

Two arrows killed one man. Zhou Yan retreated into the dark rain. He moved with the black-clad giant charging towards him, and in a flash, the third arrow was shot.

The black-clad giant who followed the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River had mediocre martial arts skills; he was merely physically strong and powerful. How could he possibly dodge Zhou Yan's arrows in the pouring rain of the night?

A hysterical scream suddenly erupted from the mouth of the man who had been shot in the chest.

Zhou Yan's arrows never missed their mark, and in less than a hundred breaths, he had shot and killed eight burly men in the rain.

The remaining men shouted and, disregarding Shen Qinggang, the Soul-Severing Blade, and Wu Qinglie, the Life-Chasing Spear, who were fighting Li Mochou in the restaurant, turned and ran into the woods like stray dogs.

Zhou Yan had already made his move, so he was determined to kill them all to avoid causing further trouble for himself and the escort agency.

The dense forest hindered his archery, so he picked up a steel knife from the ground. Relying on the powerful momentum he had built up under his feet, he suddenly exerted his strength, his body crashing through the dense, cold rain. The water splashed out at his feet like lotus flowers, spreading five or six zhang away in the blink of an eye.

Running at high speed in the darkness like a hunting leopard, Zhou Yan closed the distance in just a few breaths. Hearing the footsteps, the burly man howled and turned around, only to be met with a lightning-fast slash of blades.

Blood rained down like fireworks, bursting forth in a frenzy.

The fierce battle had almost drained Zhou Yan of all his strength. As he bent over and gasped for breath, he thought to himself, "If only my internal strength were a little deeper, I wouldn't be so exhausted. If only I could cultivate the Nine Yang Manual."

A gentle warmth instantly spread from Zhou Yan's neck, seeping into his muscles and bones, washing over his entire body and dispelling his fatigue.

He was taken aback, and reached out to pull out the jade Guanyin pendant hanging around his neck.

This was a gift from my mother, who obtained it from Jiuhua Mountain when I was a delivery rider, to ensure my safety. It somehow traveled through time with me. Because I had worn it for so long, I had forgotten about its existence. I never expected it to have such an effect.

Zhou Yan clearly felt that although his physical strength was slowly but steadily recovering, he also felt a sense of comfort and relaxation. He exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be my cheat code that can eliminate fatigue and nourish my muscles and bones?"

Having no time to investigate whether the jade Guanyin had any other functions, Zhou Yan ran towards the restaurant with his knife.

……

Shen Qinggang, wielding the Soul-Severing Blade, and Wu Qinglie, wielding the Life-Chasing Spear, had long been terrified and wanted to leave. However, Li Mochou was now facing two opponents and had the upper hand. The Ancient Tomb's lightness skill was swift and agile, so how could they possibly escape?

Her swordsmanship was dazzling and radiant, flowing like a shimmering stream. She thrust her sword east and west, leaving the eldest and second eldest of the Yellow River Four Ghosts in a state of chaos.

Zhou Yan entered the restaurant with the intention of a quick victory. In his line of sight, Li Mochou lightly raised her long sword and floated in, her posture as graceful as an immortal. She pointed her sword downwards several times, and suddenly the sword light was like snow gathering in the Milky Way, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Shen Qinggang could not understand the sword technique and jumped back a few feet away.

Zhou Yan lunged forward, slashing at his opponent with his long sword.

His swordsmanship was utterly ordinary, relying entirely on brute force. Even Shen Qinggang, who possessed numerous methods to counter it, was bewildered. Was this a feint or something else? Suddenly, something loomed large in his vision. The Soul-Severing Blade was terrified and unleashed a swift, flowing slash. The long blade sliced ​​through the leather bag, and lime powder rained down on his body.

Shen Qinggang felt his eyes burning intensely as Zhou Yan's steel knife slashed into his shoulder, pushing him backward and crashing into the wall. The lime on the other man's face hissed in the heavy rain.

Zhou Yan drew his sword, kicked him into the mud, and then swiftly brought down his sword to kill him.

At that moment, Li Mochou, inside the restaurant, thrust her sword, as bold and unrestrained as splashing ink or a mighty river, into Wu Qinglie's throat. She pulled out her sword, quite excited, and stepped forward, clasping her hands in a fist salute, saying, "Thank you for your help, young hero. May I ask your name?"

He has absolutely no experience in the ways of the world, yet he pretends to be an old man with a silver spoon in his mouth.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Zhou Yan left the restaurant, his figure moving swiftly, pulling out long arrows one by one and putting them into his quiver. He also searched several money pouches, throwing one containing about three taels of silver onto a wooden table in the restaurant. He took a bamboo hat, quickly went out, mounted his horse, and whipped it into the rain and mist.

Li Mochou was not slow at all. With her bamboo hat covering her black hair, she leaped out of the window, her body rising lightly like a graceful swallow landing on a fine horse chasing after Zhou Yan.

……

A light night rain falls, and horses neigh softly.

Zhou Yan rode his horse into a narrow path. He had long since fully digested and absorbed the original owner's memories, and was naturally familiar with the terrain and road conditions of Datong Prefecture.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I am Zhou Yan, not 'hey.' There is a mountain god temple ahead. I'll stay here for the night."

"Why not? We'll be in Datong Prefecture soon."

"Those four are called the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and their master is called the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate, Sha Tongtian. So many people have died here at the restaurant, the news will spread very quickly."

"You are worried that Sha Tongtian will go to Datong Prefecture to inquire and search."

"nature."

"Are you always this cautious?"

"Caution is the boat."

As Zhou Yan spoke, his horse stopped on the side of the path. He dismounted, took the reins, and entered the woods, heading towards the mountain god temple. Li Mochou followed closely behind.

……

The mountain god temple sits on a low slope, its walls mottled and the mud bricks peeling off.

Zhou Yan leaped onto the altar, pulled some bamboo strips from the roof, broke them off, and started a fire.

Orange light emanated from the dilapidated temple, giving the air a warm feel.

After their long journey, both of them were soaked. Zhou Yan was fine, but Li Mochou was quite disheveled.

Zhou Yan ignored the other person, squatted down and poked at the campfire, and asked, "Where are you going, heroine?"

Li Mochou naturally moved to his side, the light falling on her fair cheeks, making her as beautiful as a peach blossom.

“My master said that I have mastered my skills and can now leave the mountain to travel.”

"You just got here from Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Ok!"

Zhou Yan thought to himself that he was indeed a novice.

"Where are you going?"

"I entrust myself to the blade, I wield my sword in the mortal world. I uphold justice and roam the world."

Zhou Yan laughed. The label of "Red Serpent Fairy" was too fixed, and he couldn't help but chuckle when he suddenly heard such words.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

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