Chapter 159

Wang Chuyi suddenly sensed something and said, "Eh, this is..." It turned out they faintly heard a whistling sound.

Feng Yi had the deepest internal energy, followed by Qiu Chuji; the two heard it first, and Wang Chuyi soon heard it as well.

The whistling was melodious and winding, like a spring flowing through mountains and valleys—soft and clear, yet with an indescribable toughness.

Feng Yi, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi exchanged glances, and Feng Yi said, "Do you two have any guesses?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard a long whistle rise from the ground—this sound was vigorous and powerful, mixed with the noise of breaking cymbals, like metal clashing, making hearts race and spirits tremble, most unpleasant.

Sun Bu'er's expression changed, and she cried, "Ouyang Feng!"

Only Feng Yi heard the first whistle clearly; Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi heard it faintly, while others heard nothing at all.

But the second whistle shook the mountains and valleys; even after the whistle ceased, the echo remained clearly audible.

These days, the Quanzhen Daoists had been tormented by Ouyang Feng to the point of losing their temper, for Ouyang Feng's cultivation was too high—those who went were few, not his match; it would take hundreds to go out, yet he appeared and vanished like a ghost, making it impossible to confront him, especially at night.

Even with Feng Yi present, it would be useless.

Wasn't it precisely because their master faked his death back then to lure someone into showing himself, thus creating a chance for a successful strike?

Even knowing Ouyang Feng was hiding outside the window, they did not act, for they knew he was intent on fleeing, and on this mountain, there was nothing they could do to him!

Qiu Chuji composed himself and said, "Then let us discuss a specific plan of action—this Zhongnan Mountain lies within Mongol territory, and once we act, we will inevitably become targets."

They then discussed the plan for the Quanzhen Sect to withdraw from Zhongnan Mountain.

Feng Yi knew even better that in the original plot, Chongyang Palace would be attacked by the Mongol Army and burned down, so he naturally advocated withdrawing as soon as possible.

While they were discussing, a Quanzhen disciple suddenly ran in.

Hao Datong saw it was Disciple Zhang Zhiguang, his face full of alarm, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you panicking about?"

"Yes, Master." Zhang Zhiguang swallowed his saliva, hastily bowed, and said, "I report to the Sect Leader and all the uncles-master: Long Guniang and a person have started fighting, and it seems to be Ouyang Feng."

Upon hearing this, everyone changed expression.

Given Ouyang Feng's cultivation—peerless in the present age—although Xiao Longnv had deeply inherited the Ancient Tomb's true teachings, she was still young; how could she match Ouyang Feng in combat? It was truly hard to believe.

Sun Bu'er's face sank like water, she frowned and asked, "Zhiguang, is the report true?"

Yet Zhang Zhiguang said, "Uncle, your discernment is clear—we were patrolling the rear mountain when we saw several fellow disciples lying on the ground; before we could ask, we heard a clear whistle, then a long whistle.

We sensed the opponent's danger, were about to lift our fellow disciples back, when suddenly a white shadow flashed past before me and my junior brother, snatching our two swords; we hadn't even opened our mouths when the white shadow vanished.

Seeing it was Xiao Longnv, I asked her what she was doing, followed her up, and who would have thought—there she was, fighting an old man beside the pines outside the Ancient Tomb.

We saw sword light flashing, two figures appearing and disappearing; the old man kept shouting, 'Girl, who are you?'

Xiao Longnv said, 'Ouyang Feng, today I will avenge my master.'

Ouyang Feng muttered, 'Ouyang Feng, who is Ouyang Feng!'

After saying those two words, he suddenly leapt out beyond ten feet, both hands beating his head, shouting, 'Ha, revenge—who is your master?'

Long Guniang also did not advance, saying, 'Ouyang Feng, I won't come looking for you, yet you constantly disturb us; today I must kill you to avenge my master!'

Ouyang Feng suddenly stared at Long Guniang and said, 'Little girl, your swordplay is excellent—now try mine!'

Suddenly, he pushed with both palms, and they fought again; their moves were so fast that I hurried back to report."

"Good!" Sun Bu'er stamped her foot and said sternly, "Ouyang Feng killed Martial Brother Tan; last time we wanted to execute him, but Yang Guo said he was mad, and killing him would be unmartial.

He must have been watching over him, preventing him from killing innocents; Martial Brother Ma, being merciful, let him go—little did we expect endless trouble; today, with the full strength of our sect, we must execute him!"

"Exactly!"

The Quanzhen Sect members all echoed in unison.

Ouyang Feng would come from time to time; whoever was alone could hardly escape his poisonous hand—this was no longer a matter of whether his cultivation was high or whether he could be killed.

After all, who likes having a sword hang over their neck, not knowing when it might fall?

Qiu Chuji furrowed his sword-brows, lifted his long sleeve, and said, "No delay—let's go see!"

Feng Yi also slowly rose, smiling and saying, "As they say, 'holding a candle to wander at night' is one of life's pleasures. But under the moonlight, viewing the wondrous scenery of Zhongnan Mountain must surely bring another kind of delight." He flicked his wide sleeve and walked out side by side with Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji and the others knew he had good intentions; they feared that if they spoke plainly, it would seem they looked down on the Quanzhen Sect, so they used sightseeing as an excuse.

Seeing him so young, with such high attainment in martial arts, yet still considerate of this point, Wang Chuyi and others felt warm in their hearts and followed after.

At this time, the moon hung high in the sky; Zhongnan Mountain had a different kind of hazy beauty, appearing exceptionally serene—but when they reached the rear mountain, they saw several Quanzhen disciples lying on the ground, mouths agape, eyes wide, faces pale; the Quanzhen disciples bent down to examine them.

"Master, how are they?" a disciple asked.

Qiu Chuji shook his head, strode forward quickly; the other Quanzhen Daoists also looked grim, and Sun Bu'er called out, "Gather the disciples—today we will not let this evil scoundrel escape!"

"Yes!"

Feng Yi never imagined that Ouyang Feng would not die on Mount Hua as in the original plot, but instead would stir up even more trouble.

These disciples—some were injured, some killed.

Madman, unrestrained—indeed, he poses a social danger!

Especially Ouyang Feng, such an expert!

Before they reached the Ancient Tomb's encampment, they heard from afar a "pupu" sound, like needles pricking into cotton.

They saw beside the black pine forest, more than ten torches burning with crackling sounds, emitting the scent of pine.

The torchlight illuminated the scene as bright as day; over thirty Daoists surrounded the two central figures, forming a formation, yet no one spoke loudly—each held their breath and focused.

This sight reminded Feng Yi of the day he and Hong Lingbo ascended Zhongnan Mountain, when Ouyang Feng fought the Big Dipper Northern Dipper Formation here; now, the one battling him was Xiao Longnv.

This all flashed through his mind in an instant—indeed, worldly affairs are impermanent; for a moment, it felt like a dream.

The Quanzhen disciples' gazes all gathered on the two combatants; they saw one was aged, beard and hair abundant and disordered, his clothing once of the finest silk, now soiled and torn—it was Ouyang Feng.

Only see him standing firm like a mountain, his palms slowly pushing out, palm force roaring like wind,

white robes fluttering—indeed, Xiao Longnv, both hands gripping her sword, person like light smoke, sword like cold light; in the blink of an eye, her twin swords stabbed, sliced, pointed, and chopped, delivering dozens of strikes; Ouyang Feng's fierce palm wind was entirely dug away, producing the pupu sound.

As she broke through his palm force, she shifted her steps and turned, waving her twin swords in counterattack, swirling and entwining around Ouyang Feng's body in one seamless motion, without hesitation.

Her sword light flashed like spray from waves, like coiling dragons and snakes; she moved like dancing white clouds, like jade flowers casting shadows—her changes were wondrous beyond compare, and so fast as to dazzle the eyes, even causing visual dislocation.

Ouyang Feng let out a deep shout from his mouth, his legs slightly bent, and fully unleashed the Toad Technique—his palms alternately swallowed and emitted, palm force covering sky and earth, leaving no gap.

All members of the Quanzhen Sect present were shaken by this scene, especially the Quanzhen Five, each of them turning pale.

Others might not feel it deeply, but they themselves could be considered first-rate experts of the present age, and they had even exchanged blows with Ouyang Feng.

They clearly understood in their hearts that Ouyang Feng was indeed formidable, but just now Xiao Longnv's offensive—how could they possibly withstand even one of her swords?

Qiu Chuji felt that he had exerted himself to the utmost, and at most could block three swords—this realization was too terrifying!

A few years ago, he had sparred with Xiao Longnv at Chongyang Palace; although her martial arts were high, she was no match for him, yet in such a short time, she had reached this level.

In the martial arts of the world, only speed cannot be broken!

Not mentioning internal energy, just the techniques and this lightning-fast speed of attack are enough to roam the world unchallenged; to attempt to overthrow the Quanzhen Sect, our side fundamentally cannot resist.

They originally intended to rely on what they had previously seen of Xiao Longnv and Yang Guo's martial arts, to retreat into seclusion and devise a method to counter their arts.

But Xiao Longnv's miraculous sword techniques displayed—trying to see them clearly is impossible, let alone how to counter or defend against them; they do not know where to begin.

At this moment, the Quanzhen Five all felt a sense of hopeless helplessness arise in their hearts, each thinking: "Enough, enough—originally the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts are so exquisite; to wish to defeat her is to have no hope in this lifetime."

Little did they know that the present Xiao Longnv, having received Zhou Botong's instruction in the art of divided mind and mutual combat, had suddenly seen her martial arts doubled.

If she were to use the "Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword Technique" with Yang Guo in dual-sword harmony, she would already have few rivals in the world; now, using both swords alone, her power is even greater.

After all, no matter how in tune their hearts may be, two people cannot match the instantaneous intent of a single mind like lightning; thus, the sword technique she now employs naturally lacks the force of their combined effort, but her speed is several times greater than when they use them together.

Moreover, she has also cultivated the "Divine Illumination Technique," which gathers the utmost purity and utmost marvel of the world, perfectly suited to Xiao Longnv's pure and clear mind; it is also a medical scripture. Although Xiao Longnv has practiced it for a short time and her merit is not yet complete, it has already fully healed the old injuries she had previously accumulated.

Using the mutual combat method to execute the Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword Technique, its fierce and wondrous aspects truly possess the power to make gods and ghosts retreat.

However, Ouyang Feng is after all a grandmaster of martial arts; though he may be mad, he has already realized that Xiao Longnv's strength lies in speed, so he does not contend with her in speed, but in strength.

Ouyang Feng has practiced the Toad Technique for decades; its power is fierce, absolutely beyond Xiao Longnv's ability to match, so she can only dissipate force and then advance.

After all, the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra trains only speed, not strength; each time it meets palm force, the sword qi's power is greatly weakened.

Moreover, because Xiao Longnv suffers from insufficient internal energy, her sword techniques' strength cannot match his; Ouyang Feng can not only block her lightning-fast sword but also seize the momentum to counterattack—if his palm strikes once, Xiao Longnv will meet the fate of fragrant scent shattered and jade destroyed.

However, Xiao Longnv has been familiar with the "Heavenly Net Earthly Web Formation" since childhood; her skill in advancing, retreating, and evading is unmatched in the world; even in the hall, she is unrivaled, and in open fields, it is her specialty.

Therefore, Ouyang Feng's mountain-moving, sea-overturning palm force cannot reach her person.

This has formed a kind of standoff,

and observers see the two suddenly come into close contact, then suddenly separate, like bees flying and butterflies dancing, you come and I go, fighting in a way that is hard to resolve.

But the onlookers all understood: if they were to trade places with Ouyang Feng, they would have already checked out of the King of Hell's register several times over!

Feng Yi, as an observer, felt his palms sweat coldly; he discovered this sword technique was too fast—if her internal energy were equal to his, what would the result be?

Xiao Longnv's mind was clear and still; this time her martial arts had greatly improved, and upon first encountering a master like Ouyang Feng, her spirit became ever more focused, the fight grew ever more urgent, and in her heart there was not a trace of distracting thought; she did not even consider whether this fierce battle would end in victory or defeat, who would live or die.

Yet the essence of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra flowed like a clear stream over her heart-field; other martial arts were also involved; in the interplay of advance and retreat, attack and defense, sometimes fiercely sharp and unusual, with hardness containing softness, sometimes entwined and tender, with softness containing hardness.

Thus, hardness and softness combined, the "Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword Technique" was displayed to the utmost perfection.

At this moment, everyone was left looking as if dazed and intoxicated.

Under the moonlight, the mountain peaks seemed to be draped in a layer of thin mist and light gauze; Xiao Longnv's white robes were like snow, her two long swords emitting a cold, sharp gleam; the torchlight added red and blue hues to the swords, magnificent beyond compare.

And whenever the long swords met the palm wind, they continuously emitted a clear, long, resonant sound; all these together formed a picture of exquisite beauty.

The two exchanged several more moves; Ouyang Feng let out a low shout and retreated backward; Xiao Longnv pressed her advantage, a round of swift swords like a spirit snake flicking its tongue.

Ouyang Feng stepped back, and the surrounding Quanzhen Daoists also retreated; suddenly Xiao Longnv leapt into the air, her right hand thrusting the sword downward from above, like a jade disk hanging in the sky, clear light spreading across the earth—but her speed was visibly slowed to the naked eye.

Feng Yi knew Xiao Longnv's internal energy could not keep up with the consumption; this is the principle that violent rain does not last all morning.

The Quanzhen Daoists, however, showed expressions of surprise and doubt; Qiu Chuji's eyes brightened, and he cried out: "White Rainbow Through the Sun!"

This sword, without a doubt, is precisely the formidable killing move "White Rainbow Through the Sun" of the Quanzhen Sword Technique; however, the name given by Lin Chaoying is "Flowers Before the Moon."

Because Xiao Longnv's right hand sword thrust is from the Quanzhen Sword Technique, her left hand sword simultaneously trembles, like fresh flowers unfolding in the wind, swaying back and forth in chopping motions; only thus do people's eyes become dazzled and confused, utterly unaware from where her sword attack will come.

Although Ouyang Feng saw that this sword appeared simple and clear, he felt the sword momentum was like a tide, everywhere and nowhere to be defended against; he waved his hands and feet, leaping out like a windmill for several zhang.

Although these two moves are both called "Flowers Before the Moon," their techniques are vastly different—one is the formidable sword move of the Quanzhen Sword Technique, the other is a dangerous variant of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique; when the two swords are used in harmony, they form an overwhelming storm of wind and rain, their power astonishingly great.

Ouyang Feng had not yet stabilized his stance when Xiao Longnv raised a sky-full of sword qi, and a swift wind and sudden rain-like assault came again.

Ouyang Feng grew more astonished the longer they fought, like a monk of eight feet who cannot grasp head or foot; he could only exert himself to the utmost in practicing the Toad Technique to block this strange sword momentum.

"This is not the Quanzhen Sword Technique." Sun Bu'er exclaimed, her face filled with shock.

Xiao Longnv's internal energy could not keep up with the consumption of the swift wind and sudden rain; at this moment her speed had slowed, and the Quanzhen Daoists had already discerned the clue in her sword technique.

Feng Yi laughed and said: "If it is not the 'Quanzhen Sword Technique,' then what is it?"

Sun Bu'er was speechless; just now Xiao Longnv's attack had been too fast, they had not seen it clearly, and had not thought of this possibility.

At this moment, Xiao Longnv's speed had slowed; they then realized that Xiao Longnv had a sword whose exertion of force, drawing of the blade, and changes in technique were all "Quanzhen Sword Technique," yet for some unknown reason, once executed, it was so profoundly marvelous that its power far exceeded what they knew of the "Quanzhen Sword Technique."

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If her sword contained unmatched internal energy, that would be understandable. But they all understood that Xiao Longnv's internal energy was actually still inferior to their own; in that case, it is truly extremely strange.

Knowing that Ouyang Feng's martial arts are so high that ordinary people in the world cannot be his match, especially the Toad Technique's power—those struck die instantly; yet Xiao Longnv practiced the Quanzhen Sword Technique and forced him to retreat repeatedly, which is utterly incomprehensible!

Only Qiu Chuji vaguely perceived some clue, because Xiao Longnv not only used the Quanzhen Sword Technique, but also had one hand with a sword that was graceful and elegant, though he did not know what sword technique it was.

But seeing her every move and posture, indescribably elegant and transcendent, the two combined actually turned iron into gold, enabling her to restrain Ouyang Feng's unstoppable attack.

Feng Yi was even clearer: although Ouyang Feng's later moves were endless, at this moment he could not even execute a single move or style; it was truly seamless, exquisitely wonderful.

However, Qiu Chuji saw Xiao Longnv alone employing two entirely different martial arts paths, and in the present age, only his martial uncle Zhou and Guo Jing would understand.

But besides that, within this sword path there were again some things that could not be clearly expressed or explained.

Even if Qiu Chuji knew the details of the Quanzhen Sword Technique, he still felt he could not understand it, and said: "Feng Xia, Long Guniang, this sword path of yours is so exquisite, and you seem to have become two from one—do you know its origin?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said: "This sword path is the masterpiece of the Ancient Tomb Ancestor, the Lady Hero Lin; this mutual combat naturally is the orthodox transmission of Old Master Zhou."

Sun Bu'er doubted and said: "You mean she learned his martial arts from her martial uncle?"

"What is strange about that?" Feng Yi laughed: "As long as her martial uncle takes a liking to someone, what cannot he do? Back then, the Huang Bangzhu and he played together on Peach Blossom Island, and Hero Guo also became sworn brothers with him. This Xiao Longnv made him feel fond, so he passed it on."

The Quanzhen Daoists all nodded silently.

Sun Bu'er said: "I do not mean to judge a gentleman's heart with a petty mind, but if Xiao Longnv could, relying on my martial uncle's martial arts and the Quanzhen Sword Technique, kill Ouyang Feng, it would also be equivalent to washing away the shame of my sect!"

The Quanzhen disciples, hearing this, all felt their hearts race and their bodies grow hot with excitement, their joy even outweighing their desire to defeat the Ancient Tomb Sect. After all, this was a combination of their own grand-uncle's teachings and their sect's sword art—killing Ouyang Feng would also bring them honor!

Feng Yi, however, shook his head and said: "Victory is impossible, let alone killing him!" Yet he added with a smile: "But I never expected Long Guniang to be so clever—not only did she learn it and use it immediately, she used it so beautifully!"

He sighed inwardly: "With the Jade Maiden Heart Sword Technique in her hands, it truly lives up to the name 'Jade Maiden,' and this Divine Illumination Art is even more worthy of the name 'Divine Illumination.'"

As the crowd puzzled over this, they saw Xiao Longnv move like a ghost, her twin swords weaving in endless variations, while Ouyang Feng stood motionless, striking from over ten feet away—each move clear and understandable, yet he repeated only a few techniques over and over.

No matter how Xiao Longnv sought openings, pushed to her limits, and transformed endlessly, she could gain no advantage—only her long sword emitted a humming, trembling resonance.

It turned out that Lin Chaoying had created this sword technique merely for her own amusement and emotional expression, with no intention to harm or kill; at that time her heart was full of tenderness, so though the technique was formidable, not a single move was aimed at taking an enemy's life.

Though Xiao Longnv initially forced Ouyang Feng into some flustered movements, she could not take his life, and as time passed, he gradually grasped the essence of her style. With his advantage growing and hers waning, her arms grew sore and numb, and though her swords flew like a gale, her techniques were now riddled with flaws.

The Quanzhen disciples, whose cultivation and insight fell short of Feng Yi's, failed to perceive the subtlety—they only saw Xiao Longnv's exquisite swordplay and Ouyang Feng striking from afar, as if she were on the defensive.

In truth, they had already exchanged over two hundred moves; had Xiao Longnv not cultivated the Divine Illumination Art, her long sword would have been shaken from her grasp long ago.

Ouyang Feng, unaware of the intricacies of this sword set and fearing she might possess some deadly killing technique, was merely hiding his weakness while waiting for an opening, so he did not rush to defeat her—instead, he used his decades of pure inner power to strike from a distance, hoping to wear her down to death!

Though it was not impressive to watch, he had already established an invincible position; Xiao Longnv had dared to attack at first, but now she could only fly in circles around him.

Suddenly, a long sigh was heard: "To possess a sword technique that surpasses all under heaven, yet lack the inner power to unleash its might—truly frustrating to behold!"

Everyone started, then another long laugh rang out: "Haha, if this girl had inner power equal to ours, you wouldn't be feeling frustrated at all!"

The crowd turned toward the sound and saw two old men walking side by side from the pine grove—one in a blue robe with long beard, sleeves fluttering, the other in gray clothes with white beard, a large belly.

The Quanzhen disciples, seeing strangers arrive, all felt startled and suspicious, as one disciple was about to shout a challenge.

But then Qiu Chuji stepped forward two paces, bowed with clasped hands, and said: "So it is Elder Hong of the Beggar Sect and Island Master Huang who have graced us with their presence—my juniors have been remiss."

Feng Yi thought: "How strange—these two have also come here."

Lu Youjiao and the other Beggar Sect disciples turned toward Hong Qigong, dropped to one knee, and called out: "Elder Chief..."

Before they could finish, Hong Qigong frowned, shook his head, and said: "You're already chiefs—why are you still kowtowing to me? Do you expect me to kowtow to you instead?"

Lu Youjiao had no choice but to rise and say: "Disciple dares not!"

Huang Yaoshi gazed at the battlefield and said: "Lin Chaoying, a genius of her age—I am not her equal!"

Hong Qigong laughed heartily: "To make even you, Huang Laoxie, feel ashamed is rare enough. But without the Old Urchin's painstaking creation of the Left-Right Mutual Fighting Technique, such a marvelous sword art could not have been wielded by her alone!"

Huang Yaoshi gave a faint smile and said: "Perhaps if this sword technique were to appear in the world, Wang Zhongyang, in the springs below, might come to know it—and perhaps even regret it!"

The Quanzhen disciples all stared in surprise, and Sun Bu'er said: "Island Master Huang, how do you mean this?"

Huang Yaoshi said lightly: "This sword technique carries sword intent."

The words "sword intent" flashed in Qiu Chuji's mind—suddenly, as if enlightened, he blurted: "Ah, I understand now—so that's how it is!"

Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others looked at him, and their fellow martial brothers all glanced sideways.

Feng Yi laughed: "Changchun Zhenren is the favorite disciple of Chongyang Zhenren—understanding this is no surprise."

Qiu Chuji shook his head but said nothing.

Huang Yaoshi said slowly: "Amidst these discussions, what is love, that it makes people vow life and death? Brother Feng, I wonder if Li Mochou has figured it out yet?"

The senior Daoists of Quanzhen Sect all felt a jolt in their hearts, and the disciples instantly showed expressions of sudden realization.

Back then, Wang Zhongyang and Lin Chaoying shared deep affection, and all of the Quanzhen Five knew of it. Though they all revered their master for wielding the Wisdom Sword to sever the threads of emotion, he was truly a remarkable hero—but thinking of Lin Chaoying's profound martial arts, her peerless beauty and youthful years, yet her shutting herself away in the Ancient Tomb for life, they could not help but sigh.

Huang Yaoshi merely said this, and the younger Daoists in the crowd, unaware of the background, felt nothing—while the elders naturally understood.

The sword intent within this sword technique is simply the character "love" (情).

Feng Yi knew this beforehand, but Huang Yaoshi, merely by observing, could already explain the reason—though teased by him, he felt a little embarrassed, yet he greatly admired Huang Yaoshi's martial insight and clapped his hands, saying: "Island Master Huang is truly comprehensive—I am in awe."

Hong Qigong laughed loudly: "What love, what affection—I just see Old Poison unable to handle a little girl, yet it is the most wonderful thing in the world!"

Huang Yaoshi gave a light sigh and said: "As for martial arts, this girl is already not inferior to us—alas, her inner power cultivation is insufficient; if she had seventy percent, heh heh."

Everyone knew this "seventy percent" referred to possessing seventy percent of the deep, mellow inner power that they themselves had cultivated over decades.

Feng Yi laughed: "If no mishap occurs, within ten years her inner power will rank among the highest. Today is merely her first trial with a new whetstone—perhaps she herself does not know how strong she will become!"

Hong Qigong suddenly furrowed his brow and said: "Girl, you are no match for Old Poison right now—better to rest awhile!"

How unexpected—she paid no heed at all, instead her movements suddenly became swift, ghostlike as she darted to and fro around Ouyang Feng, her long sword flashing with cold light as she thrust east and chopped west.

Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong had already seen that Xiao Longnv was at the end of her strength—this was a desperate, life-risking style of fighting. Should Ouyang Feng seize an opportunity, his mountain-splitting, stone-breaking palm strike—how could she possibly withstand it?

Feng Yi spoke loudly: "Long Guniang, if you kill Ouyang Feng this way, are you not afraid Yang Guo will suffer?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Longnv's spirit sank at once, and her swordplay revealed a flaw.

Seeing strong enemies surrounding him, Ouyang Feng had already been thinking of escape—when he saw her reveal a flaw, his ferocity flared.

In an instant, he shifted his form, advanced to Xiao Longnv's right side, his right palm already slashing sideways, his left palm striking straight at her head.

These two palms contained stored energy and sharpness, swift and fierce,

when Xiao Longnv felt the palm force suddenly arrive upon her body—her twin swords flew in dance, but who would have thought Ouyang Feng's arm was like a spirit snake, suddenly twisting, his double fists striking the sword blades with a hum—her arms went numb and sore, and her swords flew from her hands.

Ouyang Feng's Spirit Snake Fist allows his entire arm to twist, producing changes from impossible positions—Xiao Longnv had not anticipated this, her mind went blank, and she saw the two fists coming toward her.

At this moment, two sharp whistles rang out—two gusts of wind shot straight toward Ouyang Feng's occiput and back vital points.

When Ouyang Feng's hand reached halfway, he suddenly retracted it, swung both hands backward to catch the incoming objects, preventing further attacks, then slid back over ten feet, fixed his gaze, and saw—two pebbles.

It turned out that Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yi had each flicked out a pebble.

Feng Yi swayed, stepped forward toward Ouyang Feng, and said loudly: "Ouyang Feng, do you want to find your son?"

Xiao Longnv could not help but feel puzzled, glanced at him.

Feng Yi gave her a light shake of the head.

Ouyang Feng's face changed, his eyes shot out sharp light, his fists clenched slowly, and he said coldly: "I recognize you."

"That's right!" Feng Yi laughed: "We are old acquaintances—just say, do you want to see your son?"

Ouyang Feng said: "Do you know where my son is?"

Feng Yi laughed: "Your son was abducted by the Mongols—if you follow me to Mongolia, I guarantee you will find your son."

The Daoists exchanged glances, unaware of what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Only Huang Yaoshi and other clever people guessed his thoughts, laughing helplessly: "This kid really goes to any lengths to achieve his goal!"

Hong Qigong also sighed: "If not for that, what would you and I be doing following him?"

(End of chapter)