The Legend of Condor Heroes 9

In a desolate, uninhabited wilderness, the earthen mounds, dry and white from the wind, rise in clusters of bald hills.
On one of the larger mounds, five figures can be seen in the distance. A pale, thin man, dressed in a green cloak and the attire of a Japanese ronin, is
forging a knife amidst a raging fire. Four boys, around thirteen or fourteen years old, wear only short-sleeved shirts in the chilly autumn morning, yet large beads of sweat
stream down their faces like rain, soaking their clothes. A burly young man, seemingly possessing superhuman strength, would occasionally raise a hammer the size of a human head high, striking
the ronin's sword with brute force, each blow hitting the ronin's designated spot with unerring accuracy. This young man's accuracy came from the "Sixteen Forms of the Yang Family Spear Technique," while his steady stance stemmed from the
"Thirteen Dream Returns," a style focused on defense. A chubby young man, his hands covered in wounds, his face contorted in tears and snot, was
responsible for "fire." His tireless hands gathered firewood, felled trees, and chopped wood, finally tossing each piece
into the furnace. His fierce palm strikes came from the "Buddha's Palm," and his ruthless and unpredictable wood-smashing techniques stemmed from
the extraordinary skills of the "Four Evils of the Martial World" (flower, monkey, snake, and dog) and the family martial arts of the renowned Japanese martial artist "Yagyu." A rather short boy was responsible for maintaining the intensity of the fire. This fire for forging knives didn't have the usual "wind furnace"
used to make the fire blaze. Whenever the flames suddenly shot up, it was
because of the turbid breath he exhaled after taking a deep breath, combined with the strange palm wind he unleashed. His strange palm wind was a part of the "Buddha's Palm," and his strange physique was a part of the techniques of the "Four Evils
of the Martial World ," as well as parts of the "Thirteen Dreams of Return," "Thirteen Dreams of Killing," and the "Heartless Swordsmanship
. " The fourth boy sweated the least, and he maintained an arrogant smile. He shouldn't have sweated the least, because he was the most exhausted. He was upside down, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the tip touching the ground. The dry, hard yellow earth had only penetrated
an inch into the blade. His body was ramrod straight, his breathing continuous and even. His entire weight was supported only by the tip of the sword
. On the tips of his two feet, which were pointing upwards, sat a chess piece. The chess pieces had remained firmly on his upside-down feet all day without falling off. "Buddha's Palm," "Yagyu Family Tradition," "Sasaki Kojiro's Light and Shadow Butterfly Knife Technique," "Miyamoto Musashi's
Dual Sword Style," "One-Sword Style," "Yang Family Sixteen Forms Spear Technique," the "Flower, Monkey, Snake, Dog" Secret Technique,
"Thirteen Dream Kills," "Thirteen Dream Returns," "Heartless Swordsmanship"—he knew none of them. This young man possessed extraordinary comprehension; he had learned all these unique skills, but he had forgotten them all. Lacking any foundation, he never believed he could master these skills. Every time he saw a unique technique, he would create his own. A few months ago, he obtained a parchment scroll from "The Swordsman's Wanderer"—A Lang—containing
all the martial arts techniques A Lang knew. These techniques belonged to completely different schools, some good and some evil, and even the most intelligent boy could
n't make sense of them. He also couldn't possibly possess the talent of the Four Evils of the Martial World to absorb the power of others. Therefore, he and three friends relentlessly searched for A Lang's whereabouts. When he finally found A Lang, A Lang had died in a series of bloody battles. Beside A Lang's body was a thin
woman, wearing only a green cloak to cover her naked body. The woman's eyes were vacant and sorrowful. Although she was scantily clad and much older than him, the four
boys looking at her, had no improper thoughts whatsoever. They only wanted to hold her tightly and comfort her. They didn't know
that she was "Twelve Maruzo," one of the Thirteen Protectors under Lord Wang, renowned for her "sword" skills. Ah Lang's corpse
was her masterpiece. The four boys were unaware, as were the twenty or thirty thugs and hooligans secretly following them.
These thugs had originally come to steal what the four boys were searching for. When the thugs saw the naked, beautiful woman before them, their mouths practically watered. Suddenly, they appeared, seized
the four boys, and pounced on their prey like hungry tigers pouncing on their sheep. The upside-down boy was the same boy who, a few months ago, when Huang Rong asked his name, proudly replied, "Since we are destined to meet,
why bother explaining? I know you are kind to me. As for my name, it's 'He Zudao'! He Zudao!"
He Zudao still shudders at the memory of that day. A group of ugly thugs pounced on Twelve Maruzo
. At first, Twelve Maruzo didn't react, letting more than ten people grope his naked body, sucking
his breasts, buttocks, neck, thighs, and deep within his pubic hair. Soon, one of the thugs, his erect penis, penetrated the depths of the beautiful woman's vulva, thrusting in and out
with hideous screams. His hot penis moved in and out of the mysterious black jungle. He Zudao would never forget that day, the change in Jujumaru's eyes. He would never want to see
that look again in his life. A young scoundrel caressed Jujumaru's plump buttocks, seeing that his flower cave had already been occupied by his companions. He touched the anus in the center of the
plump , and his crazy lust aroused a high level of excitement. He raised his penis and wanted to go straight into the anus, but the group's lust
was so high that they were playing wildly. Jujumaru's naked body swayed and swayed wildly and disorderly. The young scoundrel could not get his wish
. His penis just kept poking and prodding the plump white buttocks. Two other thugs caressed Jujumaru's body, sucking hard on her breasts, kissing
her pink neck and silken back, and pecking at her softened lips. Her empty eyes deepened with the thugs' lewd acts, eventually becoming a chilling, sinister
gaze , her cold black pupils radiating an eerie murderous intent. The dozen or so thugs, busy searching the beautiful woman's body, were completely oblivious to the changes in their soft prey. But
He Zudao and his gang, who had been shouting to stop the thugs' bestial acts, were almost suffocated by the cold gaze, unable to utter
a single sound. A flash of cold light, and suddenly a bloody hole appeared in the back of each of the three thugs. Then,
three hearts
, riddled with countless cuts, rolled out from the holes. A gust of wind swept through the desolate wilderness, and the three corpses fell to the ground. Death came swiftly. The boys, lost in lust, were completely oblivious to the sudden stench of blood. Their penises, still tightly inserted into the twelve hidden petals of the flower, only felt a sticky liquid splash onto their
faces. They wiped their hands, finding them covered in crimson. The thugs panicked, screaming, "Blood! Blood!" They pushed wildly with their cries, only to find their bodies
seemingly sucked in, completely out of their control. Before the shouts subsided, several golden butterflies, their graceful movements swirling among the thugs, appeared.
Then , screams rose and fell. Regardless of their distance from Jujumaru, a bloody
hole appeared in the heart of each thug, and their hearts "shattered." Only four thugs survived, but they were covered in cold sweat, their genitals clenched. Their lust had long since
vanished . These four boys were pressed against Jujumaru's naked body,
the same four who had been caressing his breasts, thrusting into his genitals, stroking his buttocks, and kissing his smooth skin. The four men's eight arms and legs were stained with blood, and the three swords that Jujumaru always carried were scattered in the distance.
The "swords" that had just killed them were the hands and feet of the four men. All the thugs lay in pools of blood when a powerful surge of internal energy suddenly erupted from Jujumaru's thin body. The four
thugs were violently thrown back by the force, tumbling and rolling through blood, mud, rocks, and grass until the force dissipated.
Each of them stood ten feet away from Jujumaru, blood trickling from their mouths, panting heavily. Jujumaru coldly said, "Considering the physical intimacy you've shared with me, I'll spare your lives for now.
Remember to find a good master to train with. What you owe me, I'll make you pay back anytime. Go!" The four scoundrels struggled to their feet, wanting to escape as quickly as possible, but their legs were weak and wouldn't obey them. They crawled slowly
, their faces filled with fear and tears. When He Zudao and the other three were released from their restraints, they handed the parchment scroll containing A Lang's martial arts techniques to Twelve Maruzo. Twelve
Maruzo looked at the scroll's contents, a smile unconsciously creeping across his face. Finally, he coldly said, "Die,
money , or become my disciples?" So, for the past few months, the four diligently practiced, refining some strange and complex martial arts techniques. Among them, He Zudao possessed the greatest talent. He completely mastered the parchment scroll and Twelve Maruzo's martial arts, yet forgot them all. His internal energy foundation was shallow, but
he created his own method for cultivating internal energy and his own swordsmanship. Then, one day, after a hearty laugh, Twelve Maruzo broke all four of his swords—two long and one short—and,
holding the shattered blades, asked his four disciples to "forge" a new sword for him. As the sun set, the "sword" was completed. With the sunset, several long shadows surrounded the five people on the mound. A voice, clearly displaying profound skill, said, "
Junior sister , long time no see! Do you still remember your senior brother?" Jujumaru Zang sneered, "You've finally come! I've waited so long for you. I'll never forget you, my dear
senior brother, Yagyu Tsunego." A man dressed entirely in white stepped out from the shadows, laughing, "Yes, I've missed your beautiful body so much.
I really want to hug you tightly, but I've heard you've become quite fierce lately. Your senior brother is so afraid!" Jujumaru Zang glanced at the nearby figures and said, "Senior brother, deal with..." "Little sister, sending so many helpers is too
stingy !" Yagyu Tsunego said, "That's not true. There's an old saying in the Central Plains: 'Better safe than sorry.' These are
friends I made after arriving in the Central Plains, friends from 'Wanse Lou'." Upon hearing "Wanse Lou," Jujumaru frowned, glanced around, and then regained his cold
expression , saying, "Fortunately, it seems the head of the household, 'Female Bodhisattva,' hasn't come." Yagyu Tsunego said, "Upon arriving at Wanse Lou, after a series of tests, I obtained the position of Fourth Master.
I can command the thirty masters below the Fourth Master." "So, besides the three
leaders —I've invited all the other leaders. After all, you're the chief assassin among the Thirteen Protectors." Twelve Maruzo said, "Thank you for your high regard
. Junior Sister was merely a defeated opponent of yours back then, and even suffered your 'favor,' yet you still dare to face me with such a formidable force." Yagyu Tsunego laughed, "That's not quite right. They're just helping me surround you to prevent your escape, so you can serve as
my testing ground." Twelve Maruzo grunted, "Hmph, congratulations, Senior Brother. It seems your martial arts have improved..." "I've made great progress." Yagyu Tsunego said, "It's no trouble at all. I've learned all the Yagyu family's unique techniques,
and I've also mastered the martial arts of 'Martial God' Miyamoto Musashi. In addition, after we conquered Itto-ryu, Chiba-ryu, and Sasaki Kojiro, we obtained many
martial arts classics. As a genius that the Yagyu family has seen only once in a century, I've naturally created a new world of martial arts." After Yagyu Tsunego finished speaking, suddenly a long sword and a short sword appeared in his hands. His arms, spread wide, clearly
concealed two other swords. The intent of the sword instantly filled the sharp blades, and the murderous aura made the surrounding grass and trees appear even more desolate. Yagyu Tsunego laughed, "I can wield four deadly swords simultaneously, thanks to the final chapter of your Chiba Ryuu's Dream –
'Thirteen Dream Dances.' This is the second dream dance you haven't learned – 'Dance of the Mad Sword.'" Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap broke the clear weather. After the boom, two ronin figures swiftly flew, leaped, and crisscrossed
. Every time Jujumaruzo approached the edge of the battle circle, he was forced back by the circle formed by 'Manseirou' outside. The sounds of clashing swords filled the air as Yagyu Tsunego landed with a long laugh: "Junior sister, you're nothing special.
It seems I can indulge in some tenderness with you again. This time, I'll cripple your tendons and veins, making you forever
the captive of my enormous member." Yagyu Tsunego's smile suddenly froze, for he realized that all the leaders of the 'Myriad Colors Pavilion' were merely standing
there, all dead, each bearing fatal wounds in different directions. And the time of their deaths, of course, was when he and Jujumaruzo were fighting, approaching the
defensive circle formed by the leaders, but he had no idea how Jujumaruzo had made his move. Yagyu Tsunego's hair stood on end, cold sweat trickling down his face. He unleashed his full power, the "Sixth Dream Dance
"—the Thousand-Armed Buddha Dance. The thousand hands, transformed into Buddha's hands, simultaneously unleashed the strongest techniques of the Yagyu, Miyamoto Musashi, Sasaki
Kojiro , and Ito-ryu families, attacking Jujumaru Zō. Jujumaru Zō suddenly bent down to sheathe his sword, then sprang up like lightning, drawing his sword like a meteor through the
Thousand-Armed Buddha Dance. Yagyu Tsunego collapsed to the ground, nine fist-sized bloody holes appearing on his body. Jujutsu Maruzo looked at the corpse before him and
said, "A useful technique, one sword is enough. This is my self-created 'Drawing Sword Technique—Nine Dragon Slash'." Jujutsu Maruzo turned to his four disciples and said, "The appearance and death of this inferior being means that
the forces of Japan that wanted to take my life are no longer a threat. I'm going back to Japan. You four, take care of yourselves. The first
thing is kill those four." The four men, including Zudao, bowed and kowtowed: "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. We'll see you off." Jujumaru took a few steps, then turned back and said, "The heroes of the Central Plains are imprisoned in Guo Jing's former residence. If you have the ability,
go and rescue them. Also, never, ever tell anyone who your master is." Jujumaru walked away, leaving this place of bloodshed. His baggage contained an urn of ashes. He
was heading to an island full of unknowns. His stage would begin in another corner of the world.
II. Eating, drinking, playing, and having fun. Ten thousand flags fluttered in the wind, and the sounds of drums and gongs shook the heavens. A procession of more than three hundred officers protected a
red sedan chair in the center. On either side of the sedan chair were two attendants. One was a strong but old man, Fang Shiyi,
one The other attendant was dressed in a black outfit and had his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of large but unfocused eyes
. The procession marched swaggeringly from the Prefect's Mansion of Lü Changde toward the former residence of Guo Jing—the "Thirteen Protectors'
Sacred Fire Temple." The "Sword Never Uses Two" Twelve Protectors—Twelve Maruzo—have gone missing. Only a corpse found in the outskirts,
severely a fist-sized hole in its chest, was discovered. The corpse's name, of course, is "Sword Prodigal"
A-Lang, also known as the "Snake Demon" Snake Xiangyan, who was being hunted by many. Not far from A-Lang's corpse lies the
gruesome Fragments of flesh and bones are mixed among the mud and weeds. The "Ninth Protector," "Tenth Protector," Cheng Yaojia, and "Deadly Yama" are only tenth—two hidden pieces. Hidden pieces
, of course, are placed in appropriate locations, so they are not following the palanquin. As soon as Lord Wang arrived at the "Thirteen Protectors' Sacred Fire Temple," he dragged his obese body into the hall. As soon as he sat down,
he shouted, "Eleven, get over here!" Fang Eleven forced a fawning smile onto his wrinkled face and said, "My lord, what are your orders?" Lord Wang said, "How's the scout's report? Is your martial arts encyclopedia useless?!
Not ?" Fang Eleven said, "My lord, please calm down. This time, I have considerable results to report." Lord Wang said, "Speak quickly!" Fang Eleven gestured to his attendants, and two burly men immediately went to Fang Eleven's side.
Shi said, "Seventh and Eighth Vice-Sect Leaders, tell me the information you've found." One of them said, "Divine Eye—Mo Shifei reports that we recently found a
man who looks like one of the Twelve Protectors, appearing in the mountainous area outside the eastern suburbs. He carries three knives and is accompanied by a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old.
Every morning, he goes to a small village in the eastern suburbs to buy some rice and grain. Someone also saw this man teaching the boy martial arts." Another said, "Dog Nose and Dog Ears—Cai Lang reports that
we have obtained very reliable leads regarding the people who assassinated all five of our assassination groups, 'One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.' It has been confirmed that they are two different groups.
One group may be related to the Quanzhen sect members who recently moved out of Zhongnan Mountain." Meanwhile, it has been determined that the other party is Yang Guo, a newly emerging young
master from the Ancient Tomb Sect. Lord Wang frowned and asked, "And then? That's it?" Cai Lang replied, "Yang Guo's whereabouts are elusive, and we haven't been able to find him yet. Meanwhile, the remaining Quanzhen
disciples , have already asked the Ninth Protector—Cheng Yaojia, the closed-door disciple of Bu'er, the grandson of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen—to lure away the Five
Masters of Quanzhen. The Tenth Protector—only the Tenth Protector—is also tasked with containing the still-healing Qian Ren. Furthermore, the strongest assassination squads, the Eleventh,
Twelfth to deal with the Quanzhen followers." Lord Wang smiled and said, "Very good, it's done as if it has nothing to do with our officialdom." Fang Eleven said, "But, sir, a group of old friends might..." " They're coming to visit us; we've already spotted them in the suburbs
." Lord Wang asked, "Who?" Fang Shiyi replied, "According to our scouts, there are three groups of people. The first group is led by an old man in a white robe.
As soon as they arrived in the suburbs, they set up five large iron pots. As soon as the pots were hot, the old man, at an incredibly fast pace, simultaneously 'opened
the lid ,' 'fried,' 'stir-fried,' 'chopped vegetables,' 'cooked,' and 'closed the lid.' When the lids
were opened again, each of the five pots had cooked 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall,' 'Guangzhou Fried Rice,' 'Twice-Cooked Pork,' 'Roasted
Bear Paw,' and 'Stir-fried Beef Noodles.'" Lord Wang exclaimed in shock, "The Taotie Kung Fu! It's that damned old eunuch, Taotie Gong!" Fang Shiyi said, "Indeed, it is the Thousand-Year-Old Glutton, the chief chef of the palace." Lord Wang said, "In that case, the other two groups should be 'The Gentlemen with Compound Surnames' and 'Wanselou'?" Fang Shiyi said, "Yes!" Lord Wang pondered and said, "Now it's perfect, eating, drinking, playing and having fun are all here." The Song Dynasty royal family was weak and indolent, and the inherently flawed royal bloodline never thought of
reviving
itself. They indulged in the entertainment arranged by court jesters all day long. Over time, the courtiers also engaged in open and covert struggles while flattering and fawning. The cruel court games were bloody and bloody. In the end, four of the most powerful groups emerged, locked in a stalemate. On the surface, they presented a
peaceful balance of power, but the open and covert struggles between the four sides never stopped for a single day. These four forces are none other than "eating, drinking, playing, and having fun." The sudden arrival of the other three forces at this moment signifies something quite important. Just then, a cry of "Report!" came from outside the door. Fang Shiyi said, "A scout reports urgently, something big must have happened." Turning to look at Lord Wang, he was lost in thought
and seemed not to have heard him. Fang Shiyi had no choice but to say again, "Summon him in!" There, the emaciated figure of "Ten-Year Coffin" entered the hall, his body covered in sweat and his legs trembling. There was a reason for the emaciated figure: he was carrying thirty-five corpses on his back, each one
tightly bound to his shoulders and back. As soon as he entered the hall, the emaciated figure collapsed to the ground, and the thirty-five
corpses fell to the ground with him. Fang Shiyi exclaimed, "The Eleventh, Twelfth, and Thirteenth Guards were killed?!" Fang Shiyi knelt down and helped up Cai Shidi's shoulder, asking, "What happened to you? Who hurt you?! Who wiped out the assassination
squad?" Cai Shidi weakly groaned, "Water...water..." Fang Shiyi frantically shook Cai Shidi's shoulder, "Water what?! What happened?"

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