Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 38 The True and False Qiu Qianren

"Boss, the Xiyue Temple is ahead. The last time someone saw Jin Yanzi was near the Xiyue Temple." Behind the sturdy man, an attendant rode forward and whispered.

The man nodded: "Then tell the fellow martial artists here that Qiu Qianren from the Iron Palm Gang has arrived, and ask them to retreat quickly and don't think too much about him!"

"Also...let Jin Yanzi come to see me. I want to see what a beautiful woman this daughter of the Emperor is."

The two riders rushed out, then each took a high place, circulated their internal energy, and shouted loudly: "The leader of the Iron Palm Gang has arrived, everyone retreat! Why don't you quickly show up and come to meet us, Jin Yanzi?"

The sound was so loud that it shook the mountains and forests, and the snow on the trees in the distance was shattered to the ground.

Fortunately, the cliffs of Mount Hua are steep, like a long sword pointing straight to the sky. Even the heavy snow cannot cover up its majesty. Otherwise, such a loud noise would easily cause an avalanche.

"The Iron Palm Gang is such a big name, and they're here, but they want us to retreat?" A voice, accompanied by the mountain wind, floated in the woods, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like the voice of a ghost or the mouth of a demon.

The Xiyue Temple was first built during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty and is located at the foot of Mount Hua. It has been renovated in successive dynasties, but the last renovation and expansion of the Xiyue Temple in front of us was during the reign of Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty. As the Jin people conquered the Central Plains, the Xiyue Temple was left unattended for a long time and now looks quite dilapidated.

The echoing sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, against the backdrop of the snow-covered mountains and the deserted ancient temples, it was as if there was an old ghost in the mountains, making sarcastic remarks.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous?"

"If you have the guts, come out and compete with us. What's the use of saying cowardly words in secret?" Qiu Qianren held the reins and rode his horse slowly forward. His eyes were like lightning as he looked around and spoke provocatively.

"If I don't come out, I'm not brave enough. Naturally, I can't beat you. But you want us to admit defeat and retreat like this, but I can't!" The floating voice was full of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qianren laughed angrily, then waved his hand: "Go and get some people to dig him out. I want to chop off his head myself."

Among the twelve riders, six were separated and rushed into the mountains and forests to search for the person who had spoken.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were pulled out of the seemingly desolate snowy forest. Some of them hid in the trees, some were buried in the snow, and some were covered with animal skins and hid under the trees, becoming one with the roots of the trees buried in the snow.

After the Jin army's repeated raids, those who were still alive and stayed near Huashan all had some "unique skills".

Although the Iron Palm Gang members pulled them all out, they didn't catch any of them. Instead, they watched them flee on the snow and tree branches. After a while, they completely disappeared in the snow.

A sneer appeared on Qiu Qianren's face.

Just when he seemed to be careless, a man rolled out from the snow nearby.

A bright and slender sword light bloomed like a wintersweet in the cold wind.

This sudden attack frightened Qiu Qianren so much that he trembled and almost fell off his horse.

In the strong wind, a branch flew out from the forest not far away and hit the sword that was attacking from nowhere, knocking the originally straight sword off track and causing it to fall heavily on the horse under Qiu Qianren's seat.

The horse let out a sharp cry.

"Hengshan Sword Technique?"

At this moment, Qiu Qianren just reacted. He abandoned his horse, stood up, and floated up into the air. Even though he had nowhere to gain support, he was able to fly three feet into the air. He hovered in the air, overlooking the young man who had just stabbed him to death with a sword.

"There are still remnants of the Hengshan Sect? That's surprising!" Qiu Qianren floated in the air, letting out a sharp laugh.

Just half a year ago, Qiu Qianren went to Hengshan alone and almost wiped out the Hengshan Sect with just a pair of iron palms.

Except for some disciples who were traveling outside and escaped the disaster, all the elders, disciples, and the leader of the Hengshan Sect in the mountain were killed.

The young man who attacked with the sword had a pale face. He didn't know how long he had been lying in the snow before he had the chance to attack with the sword. The tree branch that appeared out of nowhere interrupted all his waiting, and revenge seemed to have become a luxury.

And Qiu Qianren's lightness skill seemed to have reached an incredible level. More than ten breaths had passed, and with no support from anywhere, he was still floating in the air with no sign of falling to the ground.

This doesn't look like martial arts anymore!
Is there really someone in the world who can float in the air for so long?
"Qiu Qianren, come down. Even if I die in your hands today, I will stab you with my sword with all my might."

"If you are a man, come and take my life yourself so that I can be with my fellow disciples and seniors." The young man from Hengshan School raised his sword and roared, with madness in his eyes.

Qiu Qianren, who was floating in the air, said to the remaining Iron Palm Knights: "What are you still watching? Capture him, and I'll give him another blow. Are you really waiting for me to do it myself?"

Several Iron Palm Gang knights looked strange, but none of them dared to disobey the orders of their leader, and they attacked the young man from the Hengshan Sect at the same time.

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In the mountains and forests, the snow extends to the end of the sight.

Two figures, both like arrows shot from a bow, ran swiftly along the snow-covered ground.

The toes of both of them landed on the snow, leaving only a shallow layer of toe marks.

The figure running in front suddenly turned around, chopped off a dead tree with one palm, and threw the dead tree towards the pursuer behind him, then flipped in the air and flew upwards diagonally.

This kind of lightness skill is really amazing. Although not as magical as the one who floats in the air in front of Xiyue Temple, it has its own sense of elegance and swiftness.

But the person chasing him was obviously no ordinary person.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, sword energy burst out, dead wood exploded, and the sword energy continued.

The sword energy slashed out from the air, which was ten feet away, almost brushing against the former's body and tearing a corner of his clothes.

"What a sharp sword energy, what a superb internal strength... Where are you from, little brother, and who is your master?" The man flew out obliquely and landed steadily on a tall cedar tree. His toes landed on the treetop, but he didn't even sweep away much of the snow on the treetop.

Qiu Chuji, wearing a dark green Taoist robe and holding a sword, flew into the air and landed on the top of another big tree. He looked at the masked man in front of him and said affirmatively: "Qiu Qianren! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Oh? How do you know I'm Qiu Qianren?" The masked man did not take off his mask, but he did not deny his identity either.

"You're not, is that the guy hanging in the air with the help of ice silk, pretending to be a real person?"

"If you hadn't shot out a piece of branch, he would have died under the sword of that Hengshan disciple." Qiu Chuji said firmly.

"Looking at your appearance, are you here to seek revenge on me as well?" Qiu Qianren glanced at Qiu Chuji's Taoist robe again, as if thinking about making enemies with those Taoist sects.

Qiu Chuji: "Not long ago, you did something at the foot of Mount Zhongnan. You didn't think that no one from my Quanzhen Sect would come after you, did you?"

"Oh! So you are Wang Chongyang's disciple."

"Are you alone? Your master isn't here?" Qiu Qianren checked his surroundings again.

"I am enough to kill you!" Qiu Chuji pointed his sword at Qiu Qianren. Before fighting Ouyang Feng, he was only 60% sure that he could kill Qiu Qianren, but now... he was 100% sure.

Qiu Qianren laughed.

"Boy! Since you are the only one here, just die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swooped down towards Qiu Chuji like a giant bird. He opened his palms and the wind from his palms was fierce, like two hammers, hitting him hard.

(End of this chapter)