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Chapter 521 Extra: Records of Heroes in the Snowy Forest (End)

In the Baijiyao Forest, ancient trees towered into the sky, blocking out the sunlight. He Junchou, the King of the Golden Snake Sword, sat on a corpse, roasting venison with a calm expression.

There was a rustling sound in the forest. A moment later, four men came out and surrounded He Junchou.

The leader was an old man holding a long-handled iron shovel. He looked at the handsome He Junchou and said coldly, "Golden Snake Sword Master, why did you lie to us?!"

"What did I lie to you about?" He Junchou raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

The old man was indignant and said loudly, "You said you saw the Seventh Young Master in the Dry Fan Pen Forest. We, the Nine Heroes of Gaizhou, believed your lies and went to the Dry Fan Pen Forest to find out what was going on. As a result, we were ambushed. The Third Brother, the Fourth Brother, the Fifth Sister, the Seventh Brother, and the Ninth Sister all died there! Lord Golden Snake Sword, you should die to atone for your sins!"

"Haha. You guys really went there?"

He Junchou couldn't help laughing when he heard this and said, "Are you guys stupid? If I found the Seventh Young Master, would I tell you? Wouldn't I escort the Seventh Young Master to Shenyang by myself? Hahaha, by the way, it is rumored that there is an ancient tomb of Goguryeo nobles in Ganfanpen. You didn't come out again without checking the terrain after five people died, did you?"

"He Junchou, you are going too far!!!" The old man was furious and picked up a long-handled iron shovel and attacked He Junchou.

He Junchou's body suddenly bounced up like a spring, and a flexible sword was unsheathed in the blink of an eye, with a sharp edge, slashing towards the old man.

After repelling the old man, another man holding a heavy iron rod shouted loudly and used a move that could sweep away thousands of troops. His strength was enough to move mountains and his momentum was overwhelming. However, he was blocked by He Junchou with his sword.

Then he suddenly squatted down, and his soft sword drew a strange arc like lightning, going straight to the opponent's legs, forcing the man with the iron stick to retreat again and again to avoid the sharp edge.

At the same time, Fat Six and Thin Eight each held two swords, one on the left and one on the right, and simultaneously performed a series of somersaults and slashes, with the swords flashing like weaving and the attack fierce.

However, He Junchou turned his body lightly, like a willow catkin in the wind, and easily avoided the attacks of the two. Then he turned around and swung his soft sword with a cold light, counterattacking and forcing Fat Liu to retreat step by step.

Then, the soft sword seemed to have a spirit and stabbed out with a backhand. It was so fast that Shouba could not dodge and his throat was pierced by the sword. Blood gushed out and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Eighth brother!!!" The second man with the iron stick opened his eyes wide, filled with grief and anger, and without any regard for the consequences, he smashed the iron stick in his hand towards He Junchou.

He Junchou raised one hand and easily grabbed his weapon, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the soft sword, and with a flash of sword light, he pointed it directly at the head above his neck.

Iron Rod Lao Er reacted quickly, bent his waist and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

But He Junchou did not stop there. A force surged out from the soles of his feet, and he kicked the second iron stick boss hard towards the first iron shovel boss who was about to come forward to help.

The two men's bodies intertwined and collided with each other.

In the blink of an eye, He Junchou's soft sword followed closely like a leech, and with a move of softness around his fingers, he cleverly avoided the obstruction of the second iron stick boss. The tip of the sword was like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, pointing directly at the throat of the shovel boss.

When Tiegun Lao Er saw this scene, his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He Junchou turned his wrist slightly, and the soft sword swept across the throat of the shovel boss and then changed direction in an instant. When it was pulled back, it swept across the neck of the iron stick boss.

For a moment, the blood of the two men gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Then He Junchou grabbed the boss's shovel, turned around and threw it, stabbing Shouba who was rushing up through the heart.

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the top master of the human list, the Nine Heroes of Gaizhou, was removed from the list just like that!

After finishing all this, when He Junchou was about to return to the campfire to enjoy his braised meat, his ears suddenly moved, and then he turned his head to look to the side, and said with a smile: "It's quite lively today, another friend is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Taoist priest slowly walked out from the depths of the lush forest. After he stood still, his voice sounded leisurely, as if carrying the charm of the breeze in the forest: "Golden Snake Sword Master, I have a favorite object, and someone happens to use this object as a bargaining chip in exchange for your life."

"Sanren·Gongsun Wulong."

He Junchou frowned slightly and asked, "Do you agree?"

"I agreed."

He Junchou suddenly soared into the air like a meteor, and stabbed at Gongsun Wulong with a sword. His speed was so fast that the spectators around were dazzled and could only vaguely catch a glimpse of the sword light.

At this moment everyone realized that He Junchou had not used his full strength when dealing with the Nine Heroes of Gaizhou!
Gongsun Wulong lightly moved his body to the side, cleverly avoiding the fierce attack, then he moved his fingertips slightly, and a powerful internal force broke through the air, like a hidden arrow that was hard to defend against, and went straight to He Junchou's heart meridian acupoint - Tanzhong.

He Junchou reacted quickly and turned the sword tip, not only cleverly resolving the threat of this internal force, but also using this force to counterattack, his attack becoming increasingly fierce.

Seeing this, Gongsun Wulong waved his left sleeve gracefully, like a cloud of mist, instantly blocking He Junchou's sight. At the same time, his right palm was ready to strike, and suddenly it blasted out like thunder.

However, He Junchou was very skilled. With a nimble somersault, he flew like a swallow and not only easily avoided the attack, but also took the opportunity to counterattack with his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Gongsun Wulong's vitals.

Gongsun Wulong moved to the side and instantly grabbed the wrist of He Junchou who was about to strike with his sword. Using the trick of using the opponent's force to counter attack, he threw He Junchou's entire body up into the air, like throwing a copper ball, and slammed it hard towards the ground.

He Junchou took a deep breath in the air, his internal strength surging in his chest like a river bursting its banks. With the help of this power, he spun his body in the air like a top, using his waist as the axis to drive the long sword in his hand to dance. As the blade spun, it was like a tornado in a strong wind, covering the sky and the earth. The sword light flashed like dragon scales. There was no move or style, but it was everywhere, dazzling, and impossible to defend against.

The faces of the onlookers changed drastically. How could they deal with such a move? !

Gongsun Wulong's expression also froze, and he used his unpredictable body skills for the first time. He managed to escape from the sword light at the critical moment, and in an instant he had distanced himself from He Junchou.

He Junchou pointed his toes, and the soft sword instantly straightened and stabbed towards Gongsun Wulong again.

Although Gongsun Wulong flew to dodge, he could not hide from the fierceness of He Junchou's attack.

For a moment, He Junchou gained the upper hand. The long sword in his hand flew left and right, and the tip of the sword was pointing to Gongsun Wulong's vital points. His steps were as light as the wind, causing his cloak to dance.

This is He Junchou's unique martial art. He combines the cassock skills with the sword skills. Every time he thrusts out the sword, his body shape and sword shadow change with each other, making it difficult for Gongsun Wulong to grasp the real angle of his sword.

Under this continuous and unexpected attack, Gongsun Wulong suffered several wounds on his body and was forced to retreat again and again. Even each step back seemed quite difficult, as if he had been forced into a desperate situation by He Junchou's tidal offensive.

Just when everyone thought that the Golden Snake Sword Master was going to rise from ninth on the Earth Ranking to seventh, Gongsun Wulong suddenly plucking his eight fingers at the moment of taking off into the air, like the sudden sound of a piano, concealing murderous intent.

He Junchou's expression suddenly changed, and he swung his sword to block as if by reflex:

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

A series of crisp metal clashing sounds continued to ring out.

However, under the cover of this series of sounds, He Junchou's movements suddenly froze, as if he was bound by invisible shackles and could not move.

He was greatly shocked and hurriedly mobilized his internal energy in an attempt to break through the blocked acupoints, but this momentary delay was enough for Gongsun Wulong.

Gongsun Wulong followed like a shadow and slammed his palm towards He Junchou's chest. The palm wind was whistling, carrying overwhelming internal force.

This palm directly penetrated He Junchou's defense and shattered his heart and lungs.

"Woo!"

He Junchou spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up at Gongsun Wulong, and said with a smile: "What a handsome move. But no matter how good your martial arts are, once you set foot on the Liaodong martial arts world, don't think of retreating unscathed. I'm waiting for you on the Yellow Spring Road."

Gongsun Wulong walked up to He Junchou with an expressionless face, took away the silver medal of Hero Weiyuan from him, and also took away his sword and banknotes, then turned and left.

After he walked away, several onlookers came out of the forest. They took the change that Gongsun Wulong did not take away, and after discussing for a while, they dug a hole on the spot, used local materials to build a coffin and tombstone, and buried He Junchou.

These people are usually rangers. If they encounter a corpse, they can touch it. If they find something, they have to help bury the owner.

This was a habit developed by the Liaodong underworld over the past twenty years. The first to do so were the Lower 3,000 Cavalry Battalions of Liaodong. After all, many of the underworld men who died in the wild were heroes who responded to the call of the imperial court. Zuo Lengchan was willing to give them the last bit of dignity.

Gradually, this custom spread throughout the society.

A few days later, the news that Gongsun Wulong had killed He Junchou spread throughout Liaodong.

Inside the Shenyang city, in the Baibao Pavilion.

The waiter erased the name of He Junchou, Lord of the Golden Snake Sword, and the ranking of Andre, Hero of the North Wind, automatically moved forward one place.

There are three more names in the tenth place of the Earth List: Five Immortals Sect Leader·Lan Fenghuang, Dian Cang Sect Leader·Yi Yangzi, and Japanese Ninja·Guo Xin Jushi

Among these three people, the leader of the Five Immortals, Lan Fenghuang, is the right-hand man of Saint Lady Ren Yingying, and both her martial arts and character are top-notch.

The leader of the Dian Cang Sect, Yi Yangzi, is a strange man with an upright and humorous personality. He does not have the dignity of a sect leader, but humor aside, his swordsmanship is superb and he should not be underestimated.

There are four great swordsmen in this world:

The best swordsman in the world, Ou Zanghua, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty, has the most beautiful and fantastic sword skills under the lake light and autumn moon.

The second best swordsman in the world, Linghu Chong, the drunken hero of the Sun Moon Sect, whose Dugu Nine Swords are better without any moves.

The third best swordsman in the world, Hengshan White Knight Cheng Baiyu, combined the Huifeng Luoyan sword technique with the Baibian Qianhuan Yunwu Thirteen Styles and eventually became a master.

Lin Pingzhi, the fourth best swordsman in the world and the Wudang Huilong Sword Master, has the Twelve Huilong Swords, which are both offensive and defensive, and are the best in Wudang swordsmanship.

And Yiyangzi is a strong contender for the title of the fifth best swordsman in the world.

As for Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun, Feng Ping and others, they were all from the previous generation. Among the four great swordsmen, only Ou Zanghua spanned two eras.

Guoxin Jushi is extremely mysterious. He is not from the Iga or Koga clan, but is dressed as a monk. He relies on martial arts and illusion to become the leader of the Japanese wandering ninja group in Liaodong.

In a tea shed outside Ding'an County in Liaodong, a young girl wearing a blue shirt and pants with white flowers printed on it, with snow-white skin, huge eyes, and black eyes as black as ink, smiled and asked the man wearing a bamboo hat beside her: "Xiao Qi, do you think my mother can make it to the Earth Ranking?"

"If Miss Lan thinks it's okay, then it's fine." The man named Xiao Qi had a gentle voice, but he was weak and it was obvious that he was sick.

This person is none other than Ou Hua, the seventh son of the Ou family!
He was picked up by Lan Qi when he was only breathing his last breath, and with the other party's unprofessional treatment, he barely managed to survive.

"You are such a boring person. Do you think whatever I say is the truth? You can refute me too!" Lan Qi moved closer, looked into Ou Hua's eyes and said with a pout.

Ou Hua found it a little funny, with his eyes curved.

Lan Qi was stunned. He felt that those eyes were like the deep night sky, bright and mysterious, hiding endless stories and tenderness. When she smiled, the whole world lit up.

The girl felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. She quickly looked away and said with a stutter, "You, you better refute it next time!"

Ou Hua thought about it and nodded: "Okay."

"By the way, you haven't told me what you are going to do in Shenyang?" Lan Qi asked curiously.

"To see my mother," Ou Hua said frankly, "Actually, I'm the person Miss Lan has been looking for."

"Xiao Qi is really good at joking. Although you are also very good-looking, Young Master Qi is more handsome than you!" Lan Qi said with a smile and waved his hand.

".Miss Lan, don't you think that portrait looks like me?"

"How can they be similar!" Lan Qi stood up and said angrily, "Xiao Qi is Xiao Qi, not the Seventh Young Master!"

Ou Hua was a little confused. When Lan Qi picked her up before, she still hoped that she was Ou Hua. Now that he told her the truth, why did she not believe it?
That night, the two stayed in the inn, and Lan Qi, as usual, made a pot of blood-replenishing soup for Ou Hua.

When she returned the casserole, Ou Hua had already fallen asleep. Lan Qi walked to the bedside, looked at the sleeping Ou Hua, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead.

Under his care these days, Ou Hua's injuries have slightly improved, and the various scratches and scars on his face are gradually disappearing, revealing his original handsome face. You have to know that Ou Hua's father Ou Zanghua was the third place in the imperial examination, his mother Yue Lingshan is also a rare beauty, and his brother Ou Yue was the third place in the imperial examination last year, so how bad can Ou Hua be?
Anyway, the eighteen-year-old Lan Qi had never seen a man more handsome than Ou Hua.

Coupled with his gentle personality, profound knowledge, and good upbringing, for a woman like Lan Qi, he is undoubtedly the most irresistible temptation in the world, like an unstoppable poison that once touched, will make people fall into it and unable to extricate themselves.

But when he thought of his identity, Lan Qi felt a pain in his heart again.

She didn't care about these things before, because her mother said that the sky is big, the earth is vast, the mountains are high and the water is long, which is enough for her little phoenix to fly.

However, today she discovered that a canyon had appeared that the little phoenix could not fly through.

She gently stroked Ou Hua's face and said in a faint voice: "How could you be the Seventh Young Master? What should I do?"

At this moment, a gentle voice came: "May I ask if Miss Lan regrets saving me?"

Lan Qi was startled and tried to withdraw his hand in panic, but was grabbed by Ou Hua.

"Miss Blue?"

"No regrets!"

Lan Qi bit his lip and said firmly: "I don't regret saving you."

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"Whether I am Ou Hua or Xiao Qi, don't I regret it?"

"Humph, I, Lan Qi, never regret anything I do!"

"Haha" Ou Hua couldn't help laughing.

"Are you laughing at Mo Zi?" Lan Qi asked angrily.

"Well, in that case, I will not let Miss Lan down."

Ou Hua sat up and looked at Lan Qi. Under the moonlight, the girl was very charming and her voice was even more sweet. He laughed again.

"Why are you laughing again?"

"Well, I think I may have found Zhuo Wenjun, but I am not Sima Xiangru. So, Lan Wenjun can't write "Song of the White-haired Girl"."

Lan Qi asked curiously, "What is "Song of the White-haired Man"? "

"It's a folk song from the Han Dynasty. There's a line in it that I really like." Ou Hua looked at Lan Qi and said slowly, "I wish I could find someone who loves me the same way as me, and we can stay together till we grow old together."

Lan Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he threw Ou Hua onto the bed, smiling happily and saying, "So you like me too! What a coincidence, I like you too!"

"Ahem. Miss Lan, be gentle. I feel like I'm going to die."

"Oh oh oh!"

Lan Qi immediately got up, thought for a moment, and asked, "You don't have a childhood sweetheart, do you? Just like Ou Qing and the princess, and you want me to be your mistress?"

"No, besides, Ou Qing is my elder brother."

"That's good! Hehe. So you don't have an engagement either?"

"No."

"Hehehe? You don't have an engagement, does your father look down on you?"

Ou Hua's face turned red, and he couldn't help asking, "How did this get involved with my dad?"

Lan Qi said seriously, "Look, your family is the Prime Minister, you should have been engaged since childhood, right? I saw that it was written in those storybooks!"

Ou Hua couldn't help but complain: "The authors of those stories you read will never meet my father in their lifetime, so how could they know about my family's affairs."

"That makes sense!" Lan Qi laughed, hugged Ou Hua and said carelessly: "Then I'm relieved. I'll take you to Shenyang tomorrow!"

"Thank you Blue Lady"

"You're welcome, Xiao Qi!"

On the second day, Lan Qi rented a carriage and took Ou Hua to Shenyang Prefecture.

The two of them walked and talked happily.

When they were resting in a teahouse, Lan Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved happily and shouted, "Brother Xiao, Miss Qin!"

"Shh!"

Linghu Xiao quickly made a gesture to keep quiet. In order to avoid being hunted down by the Wang family, the four of them had specially disguised themselves!

Lan Qi was pulled to the back of the teahouse, and everyone gathered together to chat. Linghu Qin introduced Chen Buyi to Lan Qi.

"So you are Chen Buyi, the Three Mountains Swordsman!"

Lan Qi looked at Chen Buyi and said with a smile: "I have heard of your name. I admire you for causing trouble for the Wang family recently!"

"Miss Lan, thank you for the compliment." Chen Buyi smiled, his attitude very peaceful.

Ou Hua, who was standing by, thought Chen Buyi's voice sounded familiar, so he asked, "Does Young Master Chen like to drink?"

"I'm addicted to alcohol!" Chen Buyi replied with a smile.

Although Ou Hua was wearing a conical hat, there were many people in Liaodong who wore strange clothes, and Ou Hua's appearance was very common and not surprising.

However, Yue Lingfeng kept staring at Ou Hua, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.

"So that's how it is. Didn't Young Master Chen give a man a sip of wine by the river a month ago?" Ou Hua continued to ask.

Chen Buyi was slightly stunned, and after recalling for a while, he said, "That's right. I saw that the man was still breathing, so I gave him a mouthful of Shaodaozi. As long as his body temperature goes up, he shouldn't die."

After hearing this, Lan Qi was a little surprised and said, "So it's you!"

"What's wrong with me?" Chen Buyi asked back in confusion.

"Nothing. What are your plans now, Young Master Chen?" Ou Hua held Lan Qi down and asked gently.

"this."

Chen Buyi thought for a moment and said, "First, recover from your injuries and stay alive, then seek revenge on the Wang family."

"So are the three of you preparing to return to Shenyang now?" Ou Hua asked after hearing this.

There are three thousand troops in Shenyang City, and no military action is allowed in the city.

However, there is an arena in the city where you can challenge others and choose a life-and-death battle or a fight to win.

With the merchants coming and going from the south and the north, there are all kinds of supplies. There are official doctors from the court, Shaolin monk doctors, and various traveling doctors. It is a very suitable place to recuperate.

"That's right," Linghu Xiao nodded, stroked his beard, and asked, "I'm disguised like this, how did Sister Lan recognize us?"

Lan Qi rolled his eyes. "You and the deputy leader have the same walking posture. It's hard not to recognize you."

"Hey, I thought I disguised myself well!" Linghu Xiao sighed, quite disappointed.

"Wait a minute," Yue Lingfeng stared at Ou Hua and asked nervously, "Is it Bai Hong?"

After a moment of silence, Ou Hua took off his bamboo hat and said gently, "Uncle, thank you for your hard work."

"Bai Hong!"

Yue Lingfeng hugged Ou Hua excitedly, then looked him up and down with red eyes: "You have lost a lot of weight. My father will be heartbroken when he sees you. What's the matter with the wound on your face? Who hurt you?!"

"Don't worry, uncle. I fell down by myself." Ou Hua explained, "If I hadn't fallen down that time, I might have died from Shengnuzhen's arrow. It can be considered a blessing in disguise!"

"It's really the Seventh Young Master, haha." Linghu Xiao laughed happily when he saw Ou Hua.

Linghu Qin also breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at Yue Lingfeng with her beautiful eyes and started laughing.

Ou Hua looked at everyone and suggested, "How about this, if you three don't mind, why don't you disguise yourself as my guards? All you need to do is wear the same clothes."

Linghu Xiao said carelessly: "What's there to be disgusted with? By the way, what do guards usually wear?"

Linghu Qin rolled her eyes and reminded him, "Brother, they've already said that as long as we unify, it'll be fine."

"I see. Then Brother Buyi and I will go get ready!"

Just like that, Linghu Xiao and Chen Buyi disguised themselves as guards, Linghu Qin and Lan Qi disguised themselves as maids, and the group of five walked openly on the official road.

If they were interrogated by government officials or the Wang family, Ou Hua would take out the Ou Mansion badge. With this badge, government officials and the Wang family would not dare to ask too many questions and would just let them go.

In this way, the group of five returned to Shenyang City, and then under the guidance of Ou Hua, the carriage stopped directly at the gate of Yue's house.

Ou Qu was the first one to know that Ou Hua had returned. He immediately took his brother's hand and began to feel his pulse. He found that Ou Hua had a lot of internal and external injuries. The fact that he could hold on until returning home was entirely due to the great merit of the "Yuan Tian Zhen Yue Divine Art".

Yue Lingshan also trotted out from the back house and saw her fourth son sitting on a chair, his face pale and his body as thin as paper. Her eyelashes trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks like a pearl curtain. His pitiful appearance stunned the two young and beautiful girls, Linghu Qin and Lan Qi.

Yue Lingshan stroked her son's face and said sadly, "Bai Hong, how did you get hurt like this? Xuan Lang, you have to save Bai Hong!"

Ou Qu was thinking about the treatment plan. After hearing Yue Lingshan's question, he quickly said, "Please rest assured, Auntie. I am here and will definitely make Bai Hong recover as before."

"Mom, since Fifth Brother has said so, I will definitely be fine! Don't worry." Ou Hua smiled, held his mother's hand, and introduced her: "These are the people who have helped me."

"It turns out to be Nephew Xiao and Niece Qin. Thank you so much!" Yue Lingshan wiped her tears, turned her head to look at the four people, smiled and said, "But I don't recognize these two."

"My name is Chen Buyi, nice to meet you, Madam Ou!"

“My name is Lan Qi, nice to meet Madam Ou!” Lan Qi looked at Yue Lingshan and said with a smile, “Madam Ou is so pretty, even prettier than my mother!”

Yue Lingshan looked at the girl's dress, words and behavior, and asked, "Miss Lan's mother, could it be that she is Sect Leader Lan?"

"Yes! Mrs. Ou knows my mother?" Lan Qi asked with his eyes lighting up.

"Yes, I have met him several times." Yue Lingshan recalled for a while and nodded.

Ou Qu was standing aside and suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with his younger brother's gaze. He looked over and found that Ou Hua had been looking at Lan Qi with the same look as his elder brother gave Princess Yong'an.

"No way?" Ou Qu was shocked and decided to find out later when he was alone with Ou Hua.

(End of this chapter)