Chapter 116: Chasing the Moon and Stars

Chapter 116: Chasing the Moon and Stars

Chapter 116: Chasing the Moon and Stars (Long Chapter)
Wei Qianxing ran for more than fifty miles and approached the official road. In front of him was the Feilong Inn. At this time, there were no more whistling arrows to guide him. He relied on the Jinyiwei's method of tracking and tracing to catch up to this place.

Cows and horses often pass by on the official road, and the hoof prints are disordered, making it difficult to recognize at first, but coincidentally there is a figure in front.

"Did you see two men riding by? Where did they go?"

"Two men on horseback? No...never seen them! But...but..."

Under the moonlight, the man sat cross-legged on the side of the road, holding a large gourd in his hand. He reeked of alcohol and his mouth sounded like garlic when he spoke. It was obvious that he was drunk.

When I got closer, I saw that he had a long sword under his butt and was carrying a package, and he was dressed like a gangster.

Wei Qianxing rode on his horse and asked, "But what?"

The drunken man slowly stood up, but stood there in a daze, as if someone had pressed his acupoints, staring at the horse's head parked in front of him.

Wei Qianxing frowned and asked again: "But what?"

"Brother Ma, drink...drink. Drink...this cup, and I'll tell you everything."

"In the past... King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, drinking wine worth ten thousand gold and enjoying himself... Five-colored horses, fur coats worth thousands of gold, your father called you to come over and drink the good wine..."

"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, you are often ridden by others, and you have to exchange it for fine wine. How pitiful! Brother, I know your grievances. When we meet tonight, I will ask you to drink three hundred cups, and we will talk about our eternal sorrows..."

The young man was talking drunkenly, laughing, and raising the gourd in his hand, he was about to pour it into the horse's mouth, scaring the horse so much that it took two steps back. Wei Qianxing just looked at him coldly, his hand already on the Embroidered Spring Sword at his waist, ready to go.

"I'll ask again, but what?"

"do not know!"

The handsome young knight simply turned around and took a few more gulps from the gourd, seemingly not taking the other party seriously.

"court death!"

Wei Qianxing drew out his long sword and chopped it down fiercely.

The drunk quickly drew out his long sword, held the hilt upside down, and thrust the sharp blade backwards over his shoulder, quickly attacking with the tip of the sword.

This time the move was extremely dangerous and accurate, just like a divine bird turning its head and using its long beak to peck at the eagle's claws attacking from the air behind it. If there was the slightest mistake, the bird would die on the spot.

The swords collided with each other, and a huge force was felt. The young man's internal strength was not enough to withstand the attack. After a short stalemate, he drew his sword and retreated. However, he was still shocked by the huge force and retreated five steps. After this attack, his drunkenness was completely eliminated.

Wei Qianxing did not pursue the victory. Having lived in Guanzhong for many years, he naturally knew several of his neighbors. He had already seen through this person's background.

"You Feng Lai Yi, are you a disciple of Huashan?"

Huashan swordsmanship is known for its strangeness and danger, with life and death hanging by a thread. Among them, this move is called Feng Lai Yi, and it is used with quite some charm. It is obvious that this person is not an ordinary person in the sect.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

"Well, the Huashan disciples colluded with bandits to fight against the imperial court. I have something to say to your Sect Master Yue."

Wei Qianxing glanced at him coldly, spurred his horse, and continued to head east.

He calculated in his mind that behind him was the important city of Xi'an, where a large number of troops had already been deployed. The man in blue robe was now being hunted by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, so it was most likely that he would choose to go east through Tongguan, so he continued to chase him towards Huazhou.

The young knight didn't take his words to heart at all. Although his master was humble and polite in the martial arts world, there was a clear distinction between the martial arts world and the imperial court. People of the right path paid less attention to national laws and more attention to morality. They would never punish their disciples just because of a word from the government.

The other party came with ill intentions. If I show him the way and endanger his life, I will be ridiculed by my fellow martial artists, and that will truly damage the reputation of the Huashan Sect.

When he saw the man riding away in a cloud of dust, he felt that this man had quite strong internal strength. It was a pity that he was willing to clip his wings and become a lackey of the imperial court despite having such skills.

As far as the current public opinion in the righteous martial arts world is concerned, colluding with the imperial court is the second most shameful thing, second only to secretly communicating with the devil.

Besides, he had indeed never seen two men on horseback passing by.

"But a man and a woman rode by at full speed..."

The moonlight is dim and I am riding alone.

Wei Qianxing passed Feilong Inn and walked east for five or six miles before he finally saw clearer horse hoof prints. He got off the official road and walked for a while before a wide river appeared in front of him. Two horses with the Jinyiwei brand on them were panting and munching on grass by the river.

"Did the thief cross the river?"

He reined in his horse and walked to the riverside, held down his long knife, looked around, and was quite cautious.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking wind came from behind my head.

Wei Qianxing leaped into the air from his horse and swung his sword backwards, deflecting several points of golden light that were aimed at his vital acupuncture points, but he was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Although this man's skills with hidden weapons are not as tricky and accurate as those of the man in blue robe, they are still enough to threaten him. If he is not careful, he will suffer a great loss.

"Is your Excellency's only way to hide and attack others from behind?"

Those who use hidden weapons in the underworld, even if they are famous, would find it somewhat shameful to make it known to others.

At the very least, they would say that it is not the right way. At the worst, they would stab you in the back and be despicable and shameless.

Just imagine that someone has practiced internal and external martial arts for decades, but was ambushed with a hidden weapon by someone whose martial arts skills are far inferior to his, and lost his life. Anyone would feel that it is unfair.

This is just like those who come from the imperial examination system and look down on those who started out as clerks.

You haven't suffered the same pain as I did, so why should you enjoy the same happiness?

Even if the other party does have this ability, he should be denounced as a heretic.

The man in white robe walked out of the darkness, his hat no longer covering his head, revealing his original appearance.

The man in blue robe followed behind him, and the two of them stood side by side. Under the dim moonlight, they looked like a pair of people standing against the wall. If Wei Qianxing had not seen the blue robe man's vicious attacks and his domineering and powerful aura, he would have really thought that he was a woman dressed as a man.

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "Aren't these eight words what you court lackeys are good at?"

Seeing this, Wei Qianxing took out a flaring arrow from his arms without saying a word, and a little firework shot straight into the sky.

"To bully the minority with the majority is not a matter of martial ethics."

Before Zhang Yu finished speaking, he used the "Chasing Clouds and Lightning" technique and rushed forward five or six feet. Halfway through, he drew out his long sword, drew a semicircle in the air, like a half purple moon, and slashed diagonally towards the opponent's left waist.

"What a magical weapon!"

A gleam of greed flashed in Wei Qianxing's eyes. He had nearly died from this sword before, so he had been on guard against it and had a plan to deal with it.

The white-robed man's weapon was extraordinary, but his internal strength was obviously low. He was caught off guard at Niutou Hill and his sword was cut off by him.

For the masters of internal strength, flying flowers and fallen leaves can hurt people, and reeds and rotten wood can all be used as swords.

"As long as we compete with him in internal strength, the advantage will be mine."

These thoughts naturally only flashed through my mind in a flash.

At the same time, he drew out his newly replaced long sword, poured his inner strength into it, and attacked forward as if it were real.

Wei Qianxing practiced the "Tiger Breath Concealing Wind Technique", which was known for its powerful internal strength. The internal strength he had accumulated through decades of hard work was naturally far superior to that of this young man who was just starting out.

"Oh!"

The purple sword and the embroidered spring knife collided, with a gap of three fingers wide between the blades. The true Qi of both sides was still constantly compressing and competing. The strong wind generated by the powerful true Qi blew in all directions, causing waves on the river surface.

"how come?"

The smile on Wei Qianxing's face froze, and then turned into horror. He dropped his sword again and flew backwards.

The opponent tried his best as soon as he came up. The true energy contained in the purple sword was extremely domineering. The two were in conflict. It was like a knife cutting tofu or an axe chopping wood. He was defeated in an instant.

His self-proclaimed powerful "Tiger Breath Concealing Wind Technique" seemed vulnerable in front of the true qi cultivated by the other party.

"when!"

In just five breaths, the Embroidered Spring Sword broke into two again and fell to the ground. Although the victory was decided in a few breaths, Zhang Yu's victory was somewhat thrilling.

Wei Qianxing's internal force in his dantian is like a lake, with deep reserves. However, when he wants to release it, it can only go through a small canal, and the iron gate has to be opened in the early stage. Its speed and power are greatly weakened. By the time he reacts and wants to use all his strength, it is already too late.

The Bei Ming Qi was extremely overbearing to begin with, and Zhang Yu stored the Qi in his meridians and could call upon it at any time. As a result, the already overbearing Bei Ming Qi was like a waterfall falling from the sky, which could disperse the opponent's Qi in an instant.

"Such a domineering aura, who is he?"

After Wei Qianxing lost his weapon, he became distracted and could only retreat again and again, barely holding off. He had given up the idea of ​​delaying the two men and waiting for reinforcements to encircle and suppress them, and only wanted to retreat immediately.

This is the difference between the imperial court and the underworld.

People in the martial arts world, no matter whether they are good or evil, all know that once they enter the martial arts world, their life and death are uncertain, and at the last moment, they still have some courage to fight for their lives.

Those who choose the government system and live a stable life will always think about leaving a way out for themselves, and will not let go of any chance of escape.

Zhang Yu was not willing to let him go, so he used the "Flying Bird Style" and shot out two golden lights towards his eyes.

Wei Qianxing could only retreat while circulating his internal energy, pushing out with both palms to knock away the two golden needles. However, this was like using a red cannon to kill a mosquito, which consumed a lot of energy. If the opponent had enough time, he could use this method to slowly kill him.

Zhang Yu naturally didn't have the time, so he used the scorpion tail golden needle just to pull out the slippery loach. When he used his internal energy to knock the golden needle away, he then performed "Flying through the Chaos Clouds", and several purple sword shadows flew towards Wei Qianxing in the air.

"what!"

Wei Qianxing let out a scream, and in the blink of an eye, two bloody holes were pierced in his legs. He staggered and ran towards the jade-like lion horse in panic. He had lost all his courage and now only wanted to survive.

"Go to hell!"

He took out something from his arms and suddenly threw it out, raising white powder all over the sky.

Zhang Yu quickly stopped and raised his white robe to block the white powder.

"Lime? Who did you learn this trick from?"

Lan Hao, who was watching the battle, suddenly looked in the direction of the official road. His hearing was still good and he could hear the sound of horse hooves approaching in the distance, which should be less than five miles away. He threw a stone and knocked down Captain Wei who was just climbing onto his horse.

"Hurry up, the Jinyiwei's pursuers are coming."

Zhang Yu nodded when he heard this, but put his sword back into the sheath and raised his palm to strike.

"Hawk dog, watch your palm!"

Wei Qianxing saw that the man in white robe had lost his temper and abandoned the magic weapon. He also heard the man in blue robe say that reinforcements were coming, and he began to hope to survive. He thought that as long as he could hold on for a moment longer, he would be able to survive.

He collected his thoughts, rekindled his fighting spirit, and hastily punched back.

A look of joy appeared on Zhang Yu's face. At the moment when his fist and palm made contact, he removed the powerful force at the beginning. He turned his palm into a claw, and his arm extended like a vine, clasping Wei Qianxing's wrist and tightly holding several acupoints.

This is a move called "climbing on the dragon and attaching to the phoenix" in "Catching Dragons and Pressing Acupuncture Points".

"You can't run away!"

When Wei Qianxing saw Zhang Yu's smile of success, his heart trembled. He quickly circulated his internal energy, trying to pull out his right arm, and at the same time swung his left fist to force the opponent back. However, the man in white robe stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster, his left hand always holding his right wrist, while the other hand fought with him.

For some reason, the white-robed men mostly took a defensive stance.

As a result, the two sides fell into a stalemate, and the advantage of the strong acquired realm cultivation gradually came into play.

"You are still young and inexperienced, but the old ones are still the best!"

Wei Qianxing's self-confidence returned, and his fists and palms collided with each other, with strong winds flying everywhere, and he was vaguely gaining the upper hand.

From an outsider's perspective, the two people's postures were quite strange, like they were doing a ballroom dance.

In fact, after practicing Bei Ming Divine Art for a long time, every acupuncture point in the body can absorb internal energy, so there is no need to be so troublesome. However, Zhang Yu just stepped over the threshold and, under the instigation of Lan Hao, wanted to swallow the fat man Wei Qianxing in one gulp.

"Ok?"

Wei Qianxing suddenly felt a soreness in his right wrist and couldn't help but want to loosen his fist.

Before he had time to think about it, the feeling of soreness and numbness quickly spread along the meridians to his shoulder. His entire arm fell limply, allowing the other party to hold it.

"how is this possible?"

He hurriedly called upon his internal energy, but found that the internal energy he sent to his right arm was instantly drained away like a drop in the ocean.

Wei Qianxing was horrified: "What kind of Kung Fu is this?"

"Old man, stop struggling and give me your inner strength!"

A smile spread across Zhang Yu's face, and he looked like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, facing the little white rabbit.

"Magic?"

The internal force in Dantian was continuously absorbed by the Shaoshang acupoint on Zhang Yu's left thumb. Every time he activated it, his internal force decreased by one point...

"You are using witchcraft!"

Wei Qianxing's mentality collapsed again. How could he know the power of Beiming Divine Art? He was like a drowning person. He knew that the more he struggled, the deeper he would sink, but he still couldn't help but rush towards his death.

"The internal strength of the acquired realm is indeed strong!"

Zhang Yu was overjoyed. The true qi entered from Shaoshang acupoint, passed through the hand Taiyin lung meridian, and entered the Tanzhong acupoint. In the true qi vortex, it was quickly transformed into Beiming true qi and injected into Dantian. There was naturally a lot of loss in this process. Excluding the loss that naturally dissipated, only 50% to 60% of the ten could be obtained in the end.

After a while, Zhang Yu was the pond and Wei Qianxing was the lake, but now their positions have gradually been swapped.

Wei Qianxing felt exhausted all over. The internal force in his dantian was no longer under control and was pouring out like a river bursting its banks.

He totally disregarded the dignity of the Jinyiwei garrison and begged desperately: "Young man, please spare... my life. I will withdraw the Jinyiwei troops and will not dare to chase us anymore..."

Zhang Yu looked towards the distant fields and saw dark shadows and the sound of horse hooves approaching.

He finally let go of his left hand, and Wei Qianxing fell to the ground exhausted. His dantian had been sucked dry, and he only had his last breath left. Even if he was alive, he would be a useless person.

This person had seen his appearance, so naturally he could not stay. Zhang Yu shot a scorpion-tail golden needle at close range in an armor-piercing manner. The golden light completely penetrated his forehead, and he was dead beyond deadness.

Zhang Yu turned over and rode on the white jade lion horse that was eight feet tall at the shoulder. The beast was very sensible and did not dare to resist. It snorted and obediently allowed itself to be driven.

"Brother Lan, get on the horse!"

Lan Hao flew up and sat on the horse.

The two ordinary horses were unable to be driven and could not cross the river, so they could only ride on this divine horse.

"gone!"

Zhang Yu gripped the reins tightly, circled half a circle in the open space, and suddenly rushed towards the river. The white jade lion horse neighed loudly, and its four hooves flew into the air, crossed the river, and landed steadily on the other side.

When hundreds of Jinyiwei cavalry arrived at the river, they only saw a white shadow passing by in the night on the opposite bank, and then disappeared in a cloud of dust.

"Master Qianhu died in battle!"

"Revenge for the Lord."

Some people took out bows and crossbows and shot at the other side, but of course it was futile.

The two centurions quickly ordered their subordinates to go downstream to find a shallow place to cross the river. They knew clearly in their minds that this was no different from shooting a crossbow arrow into the darkness; it was all in vain, but the necessary actions had to be in place.

On the other side of the river, above the wilderness, the stars and the moon shine together.

Zhang Yu felt extremely happy. After obtaining the Bei Ming Divine Art, he finally had the confidence to challenge the heroes of the world.

"After a while, I will no longer be a reed swaying in the wind, but a big boat that can ride the wind and waves."

　I wrote this on the way, so it’s late. Sorry, thank you book friends for your votes and comments.

　　
　
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