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Chapter 518: Extra: The Heroes of the Snowy Forest (Part )

"Ding Dong!"

As the horse walked lightly, the copper bell hanging on its neck rang out a series of clear and melodious notes, which spread far and wide throughout the forest.

On horseback, a young knight holds a wine jug and carries a sword, his body swaying gently with the rhythm of the horse's movement, like catkins in the wind, elegant yet powerful.

Suddenly, the horse stopped.

The young man raised his head in confusion and asked, "Are we there yet? Eh."

He got off his horse, walked to the river, and poked the man lying on the shore with his scabbard.

"Hmm, it's soft." The young man exerted force with his wrist and turned the man over. Unfortunately, the man's face was covered in bruises, purples, swellings and black patches, and his original appearance could not be seen at all.

"Brother, you are not allowed to sleep here." The young man opened the wine flask, fed the man a mouthful of Shaodaozi with a distressed look on his face, and said cheerfully: "But I have something important to do. I'll give you a sip of the best Shaodaozi wine in Liaodong to help you relax. You can leave by yourself later!"

After saying this, the young man covered the wine jug, dragged the man to the shore, then mounted his horse again and walked forward leisurely.

After walking for an hour or so, we finally saw a pub.

The young man was delighted. He tied the horse at the door and walked in with a brisk pace.

The tavern was filled with heroes from all walks of life. Everyone was drinking, eating meat, and chatting loudly, having a great time.

The young man was also infected, and ordered a plate of braised meat, a plate of flatbread, and a pot of deer antler wine. He sat down and listened to the people at the next table chatting:
"I heard that Andre, the hero of the north wind, is challenging Monk Guangzhen, the standing Vajra, again?"

"Yes! This is the fifth time. It's only because Monk Guangzhen was merciful that he didn't chop that Rakshasa down with one palm!"

"Hehe, he is one of the top ten masters on the Earth Ranking after all. Monk Guangzhen can't kill him with just one blow."

"Then the invincible Feng Zhengmao Feng Xia could kill Andre with one punch?"

"They are invincible. They met at Heixiazi Ridge last year and had a fight. Feng Zhengmao used fifty moves to defeat Andre."

"how do you know?"

"Because I'm right next to it."

"Hero Feng is ranked fourth on the Earth Ranking, but it took him fifty moves to defeat Andre, who is ranked tenth. This Rakshasa guy is really something!"

After the young man finished his braised meat and noodles, he walked to the table with a wine pot in his hand, put one hand on one of the men’s shoulders, and asked cheerfully, “Did you meet me at Heixiazi Ridge last year? Could it be that you are from Little Golden Knife’s group?”

The man snorted, slapped the young man's hand away, and said coldly: "Since you know, you should be polite to me!"

"I have something I want to confirm. Are you Wang Ertie?" The young man didn't care and asked with a smile, "Do you remember? There is a tavern in Heixiaziling. The owner is an old man who runs the business with his son and granddaughter. Their Shaodaozi liquor is the best in Liaodong."

"Humph, the wine is good, but the person doesn't know what's good for him." The man recalled and said with disdain.

"So, I didn't find the wrong person!" The young man bent down, staring into the man's eyes and asked.

The man's eyes fixed, and he suddenly drew his sword and slashed down, but the young man was faster, and his sword pierced the man's throat like lightning.

The three people at the same table were shocked and immediately drew their weapons to fight back.

The young hero used an extremely sharp sword-slashing style, with all his strength penetrating the blade of the sword, and instantly killed a man. His force was so fierce that it was rare among swordsmen.

But the young hero was not greedy for battle. He flashed and rushed back with sword in hand, like a nimble cat catching a mouse, easily blocking the enemy's sudden attack.

Then, he used the force of defense to move nimbly, and performed a python flip. The sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, circling and dancing, and another opponent fell to the ground, killed by his sword.

Then the young hero retreated suddenly, his steps were light and he left no trace on the snow. With a slight turn of his wrist, he lightly tapped the tip of his sword and used a move of retreating and tapping the sword. In a flash, he stabbed the third man's fatal point, killing him instantly.

The whole process took only a moment, and there were four more bodies in the tavern.

The other diners stood up one after another, gripping their weapons tightly and staring at the young man.

At this time, the tavern owner came out, frowned slightly at the four people lying on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Do you know who they are?"

"I know. He's a subordinate of Wang Tangjun, the Little Golden Knife, one of the top ten masters on the Earth List." The young man took a sip of deer antler wine and said nonchalantly.

The tavern owner looked at the young man's sword and said slowly, "I see that your swordsmanship has the influence of Songshan, Hengshan, and Huashan. Could you be Chen Buyi, the master of the human list and the swordsman of the Three Mountains?"

"Boss, you have good eyesight, it's Chen!" Chen Buyi clasped his fists, his expression slightly surprised.

The other diners were all shocked. It was rumored that Chen Buyi was a swordsmanship prodigy. Five years ago, he came to Liaodong alone and first entered Hengshan Branch Court to learn Yanfeng Misty Rain Swordsmanship. Half a year later, he entered Songshan Branch Court to learn Songshan School's Ziwu Swordsmanship. The following year, he entered Huashan Branch Court to learn the first six styles of Huashan Swordsmanship.

The key point is that the elders of the three branches all praised Chen Buyi highly, and even proposed many times that he formally join the sect and learn the exquisite sword skills.

But Chen Buyi refused them all. After he mastered the three sets of sword techniques in the third year, he left Shenyang City. In just one year, he went from being an unknown person to the 27th place on the human list.

This person had achieved such success at such a young age, and was originally an enviable existence in Shenyang City.

But now
If you offend the Little Golden Knife Wang Tangjun, you will probably have a hard time.

"Since you are Mr. Chen, then you can go!" The tavern owner sighed and said unhappily, "I can't beat you."

"Haha. Thanks, boss!" Chen Buyi laughed twice and walked out staggeringly.

At this time, a hero from Jianghu asked, "Young Master Chen, why did you kill the man with the Little Golden Knife?"

"Wrong!" Chen Buyi turned around and looked at the man, smiling and said, "I want to kill Wang Tangjun, these people are just incidental."

The chivalrous man was startled and asked, "Why do you want to kill Little Golden Knife?"

"Because he caused the best Shaodaozi liquor in Liaodong to disappear."

After saying that, Chen Buyi pushed the door and walked out.

The hero was completely confused until his friend reminded him, "The tavern in Heixiaziling! Two months ago, I went there and wanted to drink a pot of Shaodaozi, but I found out that the tavern was burned down."

Another person reacted and said, “Shit, I thought it was the Jurchens who did it, so I specially swept the mountain and killed two raw Jurchens.”

"What a pity! I can't drink Lao Jiutou's Shao Daozi anymore!"

"yes."

But after talking about this, no one dared to go any deeper.

Wang Tangjun, the Little Golden Knife, is a martial arts expert but arrogant and does things without considering the consequences. Such a person should have enemies everywhere.

But in Liaodong, a land of forests and snow, few people dare to offend him.

Because there is a master on the Heavenly Ranking behind him, and that person is the Young Master of Songshan, Zuo Shaoyang!

Zuo Shaoyang's grandfather was Zuo Lengchan, the Liaodong Commander and Funing Earl. Chen Buyi walked out of the tavern, got on his horse and changed direction to continue.

In the dark corners of Liaodong, you can buy anything as long as you can afford it.

For example, the locations of the eight servants of the Jindao Wang family. Now Chen Buyi has killed four of them. I think Wang Tangjun should have noticed it.

Half a month later, outside Changchun City, a group of men in black clothes and carrying goose-feather swords lined up to block the way into the city.

Changchun City is 640 miles away from Shenyang City and was built only in the last five years.

Originally this place belonged to Nurgandusi and was the territory of the Three Guards of Doyan.

However, after the Three Guards of Doyan were defeated by His Majesty, this place was taken back by the court, and the Prime Minister Lord Ou called it the "Spring City of the North", so it was named Changchun.

Many martial artists focused their attention on the domineering man who was sitting proudly in the middle of the road. Their expressions revealed obvious anger, but they did not dare to show it easily due to fear.

This man had a turban with a swastika on his head, a parrot green battle robe, a black belt around his waist, and bear skin boots on his feet. He had a round face, big ears, a straight nose, a square mouth, and a raccoon beard on his cheeks. He was none other than Little Golden Knife Wang Tangjun.

With the sound of a crisp bell, the Third Mountain Swordsman Chen Buyi came slowly on horseback.

Seeing the person blocking his way, he smiled and said, "You are late. I just killed Wang Liutian."

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Little Golden Knife Wang Tangjun looked at Chen Buyi and said coldly: "You killed six of my servants."

Chen Buyi said casually: "Aren't there still two missing? Don't worry, it will be your turn soon."

"I really hope your sword can be as sharp as your tongue." Wang Tangjun stood up and asked indifferently: "Why did you do this?"

"For that burning knife."

"Just for that?"

"There is also the old drunkard, the lame waiter and the young shopkeeper."

Wang Tangjun narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "She herself is ignorant of the current situation and is unwilling to go back to Shenyang with me."

"If we were inside the pass, would you dare to do this?" Chen Buyi asked calmly, holding the hilt of the sword.

“But this is Liaodong.”

"So I'll kill you. The Wang family and the Zuo family should also understand this."

Dozens of masters from the Wang family drew out their goose-feather knives at the same time and attacked Chen Buyi.

Chen Buyi leaped down from the horse, swung his sword, and the scabbard flew out, knocking one of the swordsmen away.

Taking advantage of this gap, the other two swordsmen saw an opportunity and jumped up suddenly, with sharp swords flashing, and slashed at Chen Buyi continuously.

However, Chen Buyi's footwork was mysterious. He moved left and right and retreated to a safe place in a flash, making the fierce attacks of the two men fail.

In the blink of an eye, his wrist trembled slightly, and a flash of sword light appeared, which split into two brilliant sword shadows. As fast as lightning, it pierced through the chests of the two swordsmen. Blood splattered all over the place, and the two men fell down.

Wang Tangjun sneered and said, "No wonder you dare to shout in front of me, it turns out that you have learned the fatal chain of three immortal swords from the Huashan Sword Sect."

At this moment, the three swordsmen roared in unison, and their bodies were like tigers descending from the mountain. One slashed horizontally, one slashed diagonally, and one chopped straight. The three swords came out at the same time, simple and direct, but full of murderous intent, and they vowed to take Chen Buyi's life in one fell swoop.

Faced with this irresistible attack, Chen Buyi's face turned stern. Then he moved slightly, like a ghost, and narrowly avoided the three sword beams that were powerful enough to split stones and break monuments.

At the moment when the sword light faded a little, he suddenly rushed forward, and his sword was like a dragon emerging from the sea, going straight to the enemy's vital points.

Upon seeing this, the three swordsmen hurriedly joined forces to resist. The flashes of swords and shadows of sabers intertwined, making clanging sounds and sparks flying.

Chen Buyi's swordsmanship was even more sophisticated. He changed his moves at the critical moment, raised and flicked the long sword, which turned into a dazzling silver arc and instantly pierced through the chest of a swordsman. Blood splattered and the man fell to the ground dead.

When Wang Tangjun saw this scene, he raised his left hand, and the boy with a knife on his back immediately handed a golden knife to him.

Upon seeing this, the Wang family swordsmen retreated one after another, leaving the venue to the boss.

"Your swordsmanship is good. If you are willing to join the Wang family, I can spare your life." Wang Tangjun's golden sword is one foot and six inches long, the blade is one point two inches wide, and weighs seven pounds and eight ounces.

He was originally the illegitimate son of Wang Zhongqiang, but was noticed by Wang Yuanba because of his extraordinary talent and officially returned to his ancestral home at the age of ten.

At the age of twenty, he came to Liaodong with his younger uncle Zuo Shaoyang and stayed there for ten years.

People only know that the young master of Songshan is a master on the Heavenly Ranking, but they don’t know that half of Zuo Shaoyang’s merits were achieved by his Wang Tangjun.

"That won't do. I'm too stubborn. If I don't avenge Old Jiutou, I won't be able to make sense." Chen Buyi smiled, stared at Wang Tangjun and said slowly.

"it is good."

Wang Tangjun nodded slightly, pushed his feet hard, and rushed forward like a mad bull, swinging the golden knife in his hand continuously, bringing up gusts of whistling wind.

Upon seeing this, Chen Buyi's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly raised his sword to meet the enemy, but was surprised to find that Wang Tangjun's arm strength was amazing, and each of his blows seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, forcing him to retreat again and again and barely parry.

At this moment, Wang Tangjun suddenly kicked the ground with his right foot and kicked Chen Buyi in the chest, kicking him away like a kite with a broken string.

Chen Buyi rolled several times in the air and finally landed on the ground. He used his sword as a staff and barely supported his body, but blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries.

Wang Tangjun swung his sword again without hesitation. Chen Buyi endured the pain, grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand, gathered strength in his wrist, and suddenly swung it upward. The sword light was like a dragon, and it actually shook Wang Tangjun's powerful golden sword off course.

But who is Wang Tangjun?
His superb martial arts and rich experience in fighting against enemies are rare in the world!
He turned his body, and the golden knife in his right hand went around his back. In a flash, he switched the knife to his left hand, also holding the knife in the backhand, and stabbed at Chen Buyi as fast as lightning. This move changed so quickly that none of the many masters present could react.

With a "swish", Chen Buyi was stabbed through by a knife and suffered serious injuries again.

"Be more restrained in your next life." After saying this, Wang Tangjun drew out his golden sword and prepared to give Chen Buyi the final blow.

Just then, a fast horse suddenly rushed out.

Wang Tangjun swung his sword with his backhand, and the cold light flashed, going straight for the vital point.

The masked man on horseback reacted quickly, raised his sword horizontally, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air. He took advantage of the momentum to turn, like a snake out of a cave, and pointed directly at the soft spot on Wang Tangjun's waist.

Wang Tangjun slightly turned his body, and the golden knife quickly returned to defend, narrowly blocking the sudden attack.

In a split second, the masked man reached out his hand, grabbed Chen Buyi's arm, and pulled him onto the horse's back.

The horse was frightened and neighed loudly, with its four hooves churning. The masked man controlled it like a black lightning and broke through the layers of encirclement of the Wang family's masters.

Wang Tangjun's face darkened and he shouted, "Chase!"

"Yes!" The Wang family swordsmen responded in unison, and fast horses galloped out, chasing in the direction where the black horse disappeared.

He himself looked down at the golden sword. The two moves he just made gave him a sense of winning without any moves. Could it be that the opponent was the Drunken Knight Linghu Chong?
No, if it was really Linghu Chong, there would be no need to wear a mask. In Liaodong, the Sun Moon Sect was very arrogant and was not inferior to the Wang family.
(End of this chapter)