Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Chapter 81 Battle with Yue Xiaotian (Seeking monthly votes)

Immediately, Lin Huaiyuan strode out. Lin Yuanshan and Lin Yourong quickly followed, the three of them hurrying towards the depths of the backyard.

Soon, they arrived at the outside of Lin Changqing's courtyard.

But before they reached the main gate, they bumped into a man walking out from the side of the artificial hill. It was none other than Lin Yuanhu, the second master of the Lin family.

Lin Yourong called out, "Second Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Lin Yuanhu was slightly taken aback, and quickly said, "I'm looking for your second aunt. Her father came here a while ago because of Feng's engagement, and he's been staying at my house these days. This noon, the father and daughter had a big fight for some reason, and your second aunt and her father parted on bad terms. She hasn't gone back yet, so I came out to look for her."

After saying that, Lin Yuanhu asked again, "Where are you going?"

Lin Yourong hurriedly said, "Second Uncle, Seventh Uncle is in trouble! He's seriously injured and unconscious. We need to go see him now!"

Lin Yuanhu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "What?! How could Chang Qing—I'll go with you!"

Lin Yuanhu immediately followed.

The four walked very quickly and soon arrived at Lin Changqing's courtyard.

Several servants stood at the entrance of the courtyard, all with somber expressions. Upon seeing Lin Huaiyuan and his group arrive, they quickly made way for them.

Lin Huaiyuan pushed open the door and strode inside.

The room was neatly furnished, indicating that there had been no fighting. The only thing missing was a few shocking dark red bloodstains on the floor, which looked particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Lin Changqing was lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, his eyes closed, and he was completely still. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been no different from a dead man.

Lin Huaiyuan walked quickly to the bedside and reached out to feel Lin Changqing's pulse.

A moment later, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face instantly darkened.

Lin Yuanshan asked anxiously from the side, "Father, how is Seventh Brother?"

Lin Huaiyuan did not answer. Instead, he used both hands simultaneously, his ten fingers flying, striking several major acupoints on Lin Changqing's body. Each finger carried a powerful internal force, the finger wind whistling and leaving faint afterimages in the air.

Then, Lin Huaiyuan said, "It's that black-robed man's exotic true energy. Seventh Brother's true energy was completely neutralized. The other party left a strange true energy in his dantian, which is impacting his dantian and meridians. His dantian has already suffered irreparable damage!"

Lin Yuanshan and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"Father, what should we do?" Lin Yuanshan said, "Seventh Brother can't be hurt!"

Lin Changqing holds extraordinary significance for the Lin family, because Lin Huaiyuan is already quite old, and no one can predict when he might collapse. As a martial arts family, without the protection of high-level combatants, it is destined to decline.

As for the Lin family, if Grandmaster Lin Huaiyuan were to fall, they could only rely on Lin Changqing.

Lin Huaiyuan naturally understood this principle and said, "Don't bother me, let me think of what to do first!"

At this moment, Lin Yourong also stepped forward and reached out to feel Lin Changqing's pulse.

After a moment, she said in a deep voice, "It is indeed the true energy of the black-robed man. Seventh Uncle's internal energy has completely disappeared, but the strange true energy remaining in his dantian is very strong, far exceeding the true energy he used to deal with me and Youhui. If it is not resolved in time, not only will his dantian be ruined, but he may not even be able to last long."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuanshan said, "I'll help him calm down first!"

After saying that, he began to channel his internal energy into Lin Changqing's meridians.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Lin Changqing suddenly coughed up blood and regained consciousness.

"Father, eldest brother, second brother—" Lin Changqing's voice was hoarse and weak.

Lin Huaiyuan withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "Seventh Brother, what happened? Who hurt you?"

Lin Changqing said, "I don't know—"

"How could you not know?" Lin Huaiyuan said, "You were severely injured, even your internal energy was neutralized, yet you don't even know who the murderer is? You, the mighty Finger Vajra, one of the Eight Great Heroes, were you so badly injured and unconscious without even seeing the person? What were you doing at the time?"

"I didn't do anything," Lin Changqing said. "I was just feeling a bit unwell, so I was getting ready to go to sleep. Then that person appeared out of nowhere, and I was caught off guard and ambushed. Then I passed out and don't know anything."

As he spoke, Lin Changqing's breath grew weaker and weaker, and his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to faint again. Just as his eyelids drooped, his gaze quietly swept towards Lin Yuanhu's direction before he immediately looked away.

That glance was so quick that no one noticed.

"You're over forty years old, and you still don't have this much awareness!" Lin Huaiyuan scolded, then looked at Lin Yourong and said, "Yourong, the strange true energy left in your body by the black-robed man was neutralized by Gu Guanqi. Could you ask him for help again?"

Lin Yourong said, "I can ask Guanqi for help, but Grandpa, the amount of true energy left in my body by the black-robed man was very small, less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of what Seventh Uncle has this time. So, I don't know if Guanqi can resolve it. Moreover, Seventh Uncle's situation this time is different from mine. I still had true energy in my body that time, and I only needed to guide it slightly to cooperate with the resolver to counteract the foreign true energy."

But Seventh Uncle currently has no true qi in his dantian and relies entirely on others to neutralize it. This requires extremely high internal strength from the neutralizer, who must be exceptionally powerful. Guan Qi is only twenty years old; even with extraordinary talent, his internal strength couldn't possibly be that profound!

Lin Huaiyuan took a deep breath and said, "Go and invite them over first!"

"it is good."

Lin Yourong immediately turned and left.

At this moment, Lin Yuanhu said, "Father, if I remember correctly, our Lin family's Great Calamity Finger True Qi, when cultivated to the ninth level, can transfer internal energy to someone who also cultivates the Great Calamity Finger. The only requirement is that the recipient must reach the sixth level, and the seventh brother's Great Calamity Finger has already been cultivated to the eighth level, which meets the transfer conditions."

"If Gu Guanqi can't neutralize the foreign true energy in Lao Qi's body because of insufficient internal energy, could you transfer some of your true energy to Lao Qi's dantian first? That way, Gu Guanqi can neutralize the foreign true energy for Lao Qi."

As soon as Lin Yuanhu said this, everyone looked at Lin Huaiyuan.

However, Lin Huaiyuan remained expressionless and said, "We'll talk about it when Gu Guanqi arrives!"

As the sun set, it bathed the courtyard of Jinxiu Medical Clinic in a crimson glow.

The green bamboo in the courtyard rustled in the evening breeze, and a few bamboo leaves drifted down from the branches.

Gu Guanqi and Yue Xiaotian were still discussing martial arts in the courtyard.

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The two talked about grappling techniques, swordsmanship, internal energy circulation, and practical combat responses.

As the sun gradually sank into the west and disappeared from sight, the light changed from crimson to dark red, casting very long shadows of the two people.

Yue Xiaotian suddenly looked up at the sky, then picked up the cup of cold tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He put down the cup, looked at Gu Guanqi, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said, "Hero Gu, we have been discussing martial arts for many days, and I have gained a lot, but I still feel that something is missing."

Gu Guanqi was slightly taken aback and asked, "What's missing?"

Yue Xiaotian stood up, reached for the long sword leaning against the table, held it in his hand, and slowly said, "The problem is that the two of us haven't been able to truly test it out in person. The martial world is vast, but it's rare to encounter a master of equal skill."

Gu Guanqi quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "Hero Yue, as I said, I don't like fighting, so let's skip the sparring."

Yue Xiaotian shook his head and said, "Hero Gu, I'm afraid you have no choice but to agree today."

The atmosphere instantly became oppressive after Yue Xiaotian spoke.

What surprised Gu Guanqi even more was that he actually sensed killing intent from Yue Xiaotian.

Gu Guanqi's pupils contracted slightly, and he asked, "What is Hero Yue trying to do?"

"I apologize!" Yue Xiaotian said, "I have gained a lot these past few days, especially regarding Master Gu's martial arts realm..."

I greatly admire your character and personality. If we had met at any other time, I believe we would have become good friends. Unfortunately, today I am going to kill you, and I won't even give you a fair chance to fight!

Before he could finish speaking...

Yue Xiaotian made a move.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot, his figure flashing out like a ghost, instantly closing the three-zhang distance to within inches. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, and the moment the longsword was drawn, a cold sword light exploded in the setting sun, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, aiming straight for Gu Guanqi's throat.

The sword came very quickly.

The sword blade pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound. The internal force attached to the sword was thick and fierce, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.

Gu Guanqi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly shifted his feet and veered to the left.

The sword's edge grazed his shoulder.

Yue Xiaotian's sword missed its mark, but the momentum did not cease. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword drew an arc in the air, slashing horizontally at Gu Guanqi's waist and ribs. The speed of his swordsmanship and the swiftness of his changes of moves made it difficult for anyone to defend against.

Gu Guanqi did not confront him head-on. He used the Lingbo Weibu technique to move at will, his figure as light as smoke and mist, and retreated quickly to avoid the sword.

At the same time, his left hand reached into his pocket, his fingertips touching the steel balls he carried with him, and he prepared to use his finger-flicking technique.

However-

At that moment, Gu Guanqi felt a chill run down his spine as Yue Xiaotian closed in and grabbed him with a grappling move.

Gu Guanqi did not know any grappling techniques and could not break through the opponent's moves.

Moreover, Yue Xiaotian's forte was close-quarters combat and grappling. Immediately, he didn't linger, but instead used the Lingbo Weibu technique to float back more than ten feet, creating distance between himself and Yue Xiaotian.

Yue Xiaotian raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before sneering, "Impressive lightness skill!"

Before he finished speaking, he chased after him again.

Gu Guanqi reached into his robes with his left hand, pinched three steel balls between his fingertips, and flicked them with a series of "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds.

Three steel balls shot out from his fingertips with a sharp, piercing sound as they flew through the air, heading in a triangular formation toward Yue Xiaotian's face, throat, and heart—three vital points.

Three more missiles followed, arriving first despite being launched later, blocking Yue Xiaotian's escape routes on both sides.

Six steel balls, six trajectories, as fast as shooting stars, as dense as a torrential rain.

Yue Xiaotian remained calm and unhurried.

He spread his left hand, fingers outstretched, and reached out and grabbed in the air. With three crisp "clinks," he caught three steel balls with his bare hands, holding them between his fingers. Then, he slightly turned his body, raised his hand like a ghost, his movements so fast that they were impossible to see. He also silently grabbed the other three steel balls in his hand.

"What amazing technique!"

Gu Guanqi sighed inwardly.

At the same time, Yue Xiaotian tossed a few steel balls, drew an arc in the air with his right hand, and slapped the sword with the blade. "Clap clap clap," the six steel balls were hit by the sword and flew back, heading straight for Gu Guanqi.

Gu Guanqi took a graceful step, her figure swaying like a willow catkin in the wind, dodging the steel balls that bounced off. The steel balls embedded themselves in the wall behind her, leaving several deep holes the size of a thumb, and shards of stone flew everywhere.

Yue Xiaotian gave Gu Guanqi no chance to catch his breath.

Just as Gu Guanqi dodged the steel ball, his figure quickly closed in, his left hand reaching out again with a grab, his five fingers like iron hooks, aiming straight for Gu Guanqi's throat.

This time it was faster, more ruthless, and more accurate.

Gu Guanqi did not linger and focused all his energy on using the Lingbo Weibu technique.

With feet planted on the Kan position, the body turns to the Li position, the left foot lands on the Zhen position, and the right foot lifts to point to the Dui position. Each step subtly corresponds to the number of the sixty-four hexagrams, the body's form is unpredictable, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, like a wisp of smoke drifting in the wind, elusive and unpredictable.

Yue Xiaotian's five fingers almost touched his clothes, but missed at the last moment. Then he changed his move and used several grappling techniques in succession.

However, they didn't even touch the hem of Gu Guanqi's clothes.

By this time, Yue Xiaotian was starting to get anxious.

But Gu Guanqi had already reached the courtyard gate, and with a flash, he disappeared into the inner courtyard.

Yue Xiaotian stood in the courtyard, his right hand holding a long sword at his side, his left hand slightly outstretched. He stared in the direction Gu Guanqi had disappeared, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Didn't they say his lightness skill was useless? -- Oh no, he's going to take a sword!"

Yue Xiaotian was startled and quickly gave chase.

However, just as he reached the courtyard gate, he saw Gu Guanqi walking out of the alchemy room, holding the Autumn Water Sword in his hand.

Seeing that Gu Guanqi had already obtained the sword, Yue Xiaotian sighed and said, "I'm afraid I miscalculated today! It's rumored that you're not good at light footwork, but it seems that your light footwork is just as good as your swordsmanship. You've been hiding it so well."

Gu Guanqi looked at Yue Xiaotian and asked, "Hero Yue, we have no grudge against each other. We've even gotten along well through our martial arts exchanges these past few days. Why do you want to kill me?"

Yue Xiaotian chuckled and said, "We have different paths, Master Gu. To tell you the truth, I am the Black Robe."

Gu Guanqi's pupils contracted slightly.

Yue Xiaotian continued, "I have a long-standing feud with the Lin family, so I created a martial art specifically to counter the Great Calamity Finger, named the Calamity-Breaking Finger. But coincidentally, you were able to neutralize my Calamity-Breaking True Qi, becoming the biggest obstacle in my revenge plan. Therefore, you must die."

"I see." Gu Guanqi nodded slightly, his tone calm. "So, Zhao Ziqi was covering for you?"

Yue Xiaotian sighed and said, "Master Gu is too versatile. He is even so proficient in the art of poison. I had just mastered the Great Calamity Finger and was thinking of using some of the younger generation of the Lin family to test my skills. However, I did not expect that after only two or three attempts, I would end up exposing Zhao Ziqi."

Knowing he had no way out, he deliberately created an opportunity for me to capture him, clear my name, and then I could naturally approach you, gain your trust, and then kill you.

But who would have thought you'd possess such superb lightness skill? I was planning to take advantage of your vulnerability and kill you, not even bothering with a sneak attack. Alas, a miscalculation, a complete miscalculation!

Having said that, he slowly raised his left hand, his fingers slightly spread, and internal energy surged in his palm. His right hand, wielding a long weapon, was also held horizontally in front of him, its body gleaming with a cold, sharp light. He said, "But it's all good. To be able to fight fairly like this is a reward in itself!"

Gu Guanqi chuckled and said, "I'd also like to know, just how good are you, Zizai, the number one under the Grandmaster level?"

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The two men were no more than two zhang apart, their eyes locked, neither making the first move.

A moment later—

Yue Xiaotian made a move.

His figure moved like an arrow released from a bow, and he slashed at Gu Guanqi with his sword.

Gu Guanqi neither retreated nor avoided.

The autumn waters flowed forth, each drop of light like a bolt of silk.

Dugu Jiuge, Broken Sword Style.

The tip drew an exquisite arc in the air, deflecting Yue Xiaotian's thrust. The two bodies touched, producing a crisp "clang". Yue Xiaotian felt an extremely flexible force surge from the tip, dissipating most of the force of his attack, and then thrusting downwards.

However, Yue Xiaotian's forte wasn't magic, but close-quarters grappling. He immediately reached out with his left hand and actually grabbed Gu Guanqi's blade. His knuckles were faintly glowing with a bluish-gray light, clearly indicating that he had infused them with extremely powerful internal energy.

Then, his right hand slashed towards Gu Guanqi.

Gu Guanqi didn't get entangled with him. With a flick of his wrist, he shook off Yue Xiaotian's hand, took a step forward with light steps, and flashed to the left. At the same time, he slashed upwards with his Autumn Water.

He unleashed a palm-breaking technique.

Qiu Shui drew a cool arc in the air, instantly deflecting Yue Xiaotian's grappling hand and heading straight for his throat.

Yue Xiaotian's pupils shrank sharply, and he instinctively tried to block, but Gu Guanqi's attack came too fast, so fast that he had no chance to defend.

The tip had already reached the throat.

"Cheng—"

A muffled thud.

A sharp thorn pierced Yue Xiaotian's neck.

However, to Gu Guanqi's great surprise, the expected splatter of blood did not occur. The sharp point seemed to have pierced an iron plate, producing a dull metallic clang, and could not advance any further.

"Hard Qigong?"

Gu Guanqi frowned and blurted out.

A slight smile appeared on Yue Xiaotian's lips.

In that instant, his left hand suddenly shot out, pointing a finger at Gu Guanqi's lower jaw.

This finger strike was extremely fast, with a sharp and fierce wind; the force arrived even before the finger itself.

Gu Guanqi didn't have time for five moves, so he could only block horizontally.

Zong,

The sword touched the fingertips, producing a loud clang like metal clashing.

Gu Guanqi felt an overwhelming force surge through his body, so powerful that it made his entire right arm go numb. He was sent flying backward by the force, tumbling halfway through the air before landing several steps back and barely managing to regain his balance.

The Qiushui bottle hummed incessantly in my hand.

Gu Guanqi shook his numb right hand, took a deep breath, and circulated his Purple Cloud True Qi throughout his body, quickly dispelling the numbness in his right arm.

"Good Erfa, good internal strength." Yue Xiaotian praised Zhuang, and said, "Unfortunately, your Erzaili can't break my hard qigong."

Gu Guanqi remained silent.

He gripped the Autumn Water Grip tightly, and with a light step, his figure shot out like a porcelain arrow.

A thrust.

Yue Xiaotian reached out to block, his fingers like hooks, trying to grab him.

With a single palm strike, Gu Guanqi easily deflected Yue Xiaotian's hand, then slashed his longsword diagonally, aiming straight for his throat.

Yue Xiaotian immediately withdrew his hand, placed his palm horizontally in front of his neck, and took the hit with his palm.

"bite"

The sharp spike in his palm still felt like hitting a rock, making a crisp sound.

Then the next moment—

Breaking Qi Style!

"puff""

A sharp thorn pierced the palm.

Yue Xiaotian's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The hard qigong has been broken.

Yue Xiaotian was shocked and quickly retreated.

Gu Guanqi followed closely, his movements like a shadow, his eyes drawing an arc in the air, his sharp point flashing past Yue Xiaotianxia's mouth.

—

His robes were torn, and a deep, bone-revealing wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right rib, splattering blood.

Yue Xiaotian screamed as he crashed into the wall behind him, shattering the blue bricks and sending dust flying.

In that instant, he suddenly threw two smoke bombs on the ground, and a cloud of smoke rose up instantly. Taking advantage of the moment, he pushed off the ground with his feet, and his figure soared up like a roc spreading its wings, leaping over the courtyard wall and rushing out of the alley.

A cold glint flashed in Gu Guanqi's eyes. He pressed his right hand on the handle and unleashed the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) on his feet. His figure moved like smoke and mist, and in an instant, he blindly chased after the wall. He tapped his toes on the shards, using the force to leap out and land on the long street outside.

Yue Xiaotian dared not turn back, focusing only on his advance.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the other end of the long street.

As dusk fell, a chestnut horse galloped up, carrying a woman whose pale blue dress fluttered in the evening breeze.

It was Lin Yourong.

Yue Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted, "Miss Lin, run! Gu Guanqi is the one in black robes. His martial arts skills come from the Heavenly Demon Sect. He deliberately approached you—"

Lin Yourong was startled. She pulled on the reins, dismounted, and did so cleanly and swiftly.

Yue Xiaotian covered his lower wound with one hand, while holding his penis with the other, his face pale.

Gu Guanqi walked over, carrying the object, and frowned slightly. He said, "You Rong, don't listen to his nonsense. He's the one in black robes!"

Yue Xiaotian hurriedly waved his hand, his voice filled with urgency and worry: "Miss Lin, you must leave quickly! I'll stop him! You must expose this man's true colors to the martial world. The killing of Nangong Yin and Ji Xianyun was all just internal strife within the Heavenly Demon Sect. He deliberately infiltrated the righteous martial world with grand ambitions—"

His tone was earnest and his emotions were genuine.

"Master Yue, how are you?"

Lin Yourong's face was full of anxiety as she quickly ran towards Yue Xiaotian.

The Lin family's lightness skill was extremely high. With one step, she moved like lightning and instantly arrived beside Yue Xiaotian.

Yue Xiaotian hurriedly said, "I was ambushed by that thief, I—"

Suddenly, Lin Yourong struck out with her palm, accompanied by a sharp palm wind, and slammed it hard into Yue Xiaotian's mouth.

"Bang!" 6

A muffled thud.

Yue Xiaotian was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, his face turning deathly pale.

He struggled to get up, but he was too weak. His limbs went limp, and after a couple of attempts, he fell back to the ground.

He looked up at Yi, who appeared utterly shocked, her lips trembling, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Miss Lin—"

"What are you doing? He's lying to you—you can't be seduced by beauty!"

Lin Yourong withdrew her hand, glanced at the disheveled Yue Xiaotian on the ground, and curled her lip, her tone flat yet tinged with disdain: "What kind of good person would let a top-tier prodigy of twenty years old become an undercover agent?"

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