Minghong Sword

"The world of martial arts has always been filled with tragic songs, where ruthlessness seems to possess affection. A river of spring has flown by, leaving only lonely graves. All for the sake of climbing Mount Tai, to gaze upon the Jade Pool

of Heaven. Alas, the world is impermanent, and all are but pawns. Once enlightened, one realizes that all worldly affairs are but fleeting dreams, a pitiful sight indeed!" On the official road from Liaodong to Beiping, at a somewhat simple teahouse, a slightly melancholic song suddenly drifted out. The people resting at the teahouse turned their gazes to the outside. There lay a beggar, ragged and unkempt, humming

a song on a pile of straw outside the teahouse. The beggar had likely not eaten for a long time, his stomach rumbling frequently. A long, slanted scar ran across his dusty face, a striking sight that evoked a sigh of pity.

The teahouse staff, perhaps worried that the beggar's presence outside might disturb the peace... Business was driving him away. Suddenly, a burly man in the shed laughed, "Beggar, if you say a few kind words to me, I'll give you some food, how about it?"

The beggar glanced at the burly man, noticing his broad back, muscular build, and fierce-looking eyes. His hands gripped two steel knives tightly at his waist, seemingly ordinary, yet he appeared to be watching the young men and women nearby. Seeing

the beggar hesitate to speak, the burly man looked slightly embarrassed and immediately shouted again, "Beggar, are you tired of living? How dare you ignore me? Do you want to go see the King of Hell, you stinking beggar?"

The beggar suddenly sat up, glanced at the burly man again, and said, "I, a beggar, never accept food from those with wicked intentions. Besides, you're just a man whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, only good at bullying the weak."

The burly man flew into a rage and rose to attack the beggar, but was stopped by a middle-aged man in a white robe with a folding fan. "

Secondly, don't argue with the beggar; don't forget the important matter," the middle-aged man said casually with a smile, his gaze fixed on a group of young men and women at another table, their eyes flashing with intense anger.

The beggar laughed loudly, mocking, "Exactly! Have a good one, save your energy, so you can focus on your important business." He then turned to the young men and women and said, "Gentlemen, be careful; someone might have ill intentions towards you." "

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man, who had been smiling, suddenly turned cold.

He abruptly pushed off with his foot, unleashing a powerful palm strike towards the beggar. The strike was completely unexpected, and its speed and power were superb, catching everyone completely off guard.

"Not good! It's Han Qingshan, one of the Three Fiends of Liaodong, known as the Invincible Iron Palm!" A handsome young man, dressed in a long blue robe, wearing a purple jade crown, and carrying a long, satin-wrapped object over three feet long, suddenly spoke up. Hearing this

, the other three young men and women paled. The Three Fiends of Liaodong had been renowned throughout Liaodong for many years, possessing formidable martial arts skills. Han Qingshan, the Invincible Iron Palm, was ranked number one among the Three Fiends, having once single-handedly fought eight powerful figures without being at a disadvantage.

"Senior brother, the beggar is hinting that the Three Fiends of Liaodong are after us. Shouldn't we lend a hand and do something chivalrous?" "The girl beside the young man in green said softly.

The young man in green nodded and said in a low voice, "Junior sister, please calm down. I see that the beggar has a heroic air about him, so he must be no ordinary person. Besides, the Three Fiends of Liaodong have been following us all the way, yet they have already broken ties with us. We shouldn't make a move yet; let's observe first."

Another young man, wearing a brown short shirt and holding a long sword, also nodded and said, "Senior brother is right. Although this place is far from our Feiyun Manor, it is still within our Feiyun Manor's sphere of influence. I'm afraid the Three Fiends won't dare to make a move for the time being. Since they have made a move, then according to Master's rules, we absolutely cannot make a move either." "

It turns out, the young man in the green robe is surnamed Yun. The girl is named Shangguan Qing, the young man in the short robe is named Fang Hao, and the young man in the black robe who has been speaking is Ye Qing. They are all from Feiyun Manor in Liaodong. They were ordered by Shangguan Yun, the owner of Feiyun Manor, to escort a treasure to Shaolin.

Shangguan Qing wanted to argue a few more words, but just as Han Qingshan's palm reached the beggar's side and struck him, the beggar suddenly disappeared.

Before everyone could react, the beggar was already several feet away, laughing and saying, "Luckily, I've mastered lightness skill in a few days, so I won't play with you anymore." Then he turned to Lin Feihong and the other four and said, "Little kids, you'd better watch yourselves." After saying that, the beggar lightly touched the ground with his toes and suddenly disappeared.

Yun frowned slightly and sighed, "Such amazing lightness skill, he should be able to rival Master. This beggar looks slovenly, but I didn't expect him to be so skilled." "

Senior brother, what should we do now? We can't just let the Three Fiends follow us like this, can we?" Shangguan Qing seemed unconcerned about the beggar's actions, but rather focused on the Three Fiends of Liaodong before him.

Yun nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Although we don't know the Three Fiends' purpose, it must be related to the item we're escorting. Since we can't avoid it, why don't we deal with them here?"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Qing and the other two pondered for a moment before agreeing.

Seeing this, Yun whispered to the three, "I'll deal with Han Qingshan later. The remaining two fiends are slightly less skilled. You can handle one of them by yourself, and the other one can be dealt with by Junior Sister and Master Ye Qing together." "

Jiulingzi is Fang Hao. He earned the title because three years ago he drank a thousand cups without getting drunk with the renowned Wine Immortal Qing Fangyu, hence the name Jiulingzi. He's always been somewhat arrogant. Therefore, Yun let him fight one-on-one, and Fang Hao was very satisfied.

By the haystack, Han Qingshan's hand froze like a withered tree. The seemingly insignificant beggar possessed a hand rarely seen in the martial world, which made Han Qingshan's heart tremble. Fortunately, the man didn't blame him for his actions just now, otherwise, he would probably be dead in one move. Now, he

was extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to end the situation. In any case, he was destined to lose face. After a while, Han Qingshan suddenly saw a piece of broken stone next to him and had a flash of inspiration. He chopped at the broken stone with his palm.

"Senior, be careful, there is a large snake next to the broken stone." A loud crash resounded, and the piece of rock shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.

Han Qingshan, feigning nonchalance, swaggered back to his seat, his brows furrowed with boundless rage.

Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing. Immediately, Shangguan Qing and the other two followed suit, and then everyone in the teahouse erupted in laughter.

Han Qingshan's face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the table and roared at Yun, "Boy, how dare you mock me? You're tired of living!"

Yun stood up, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said with a smile, "I've long admired Senior Han Qingshan, one of the Three Fiends of Liaodong, whose iron palms are unmatched throughout the land. Seeing him now, I can confirm his reputation is well-deserved."

Han Qingshan was startled and immediately asked, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"Heh heh, how come Senior Han has followed us all the way from outside Feiyun Manor and still doesn't know who we are? How utterly laughable!" Yun Bujue smiled inwardly and said coldly.

Han Qingshan's gaze turned slightly cold, and the other two burly men also stood up and walked behind him. One of them shouted, "Big brother, since these kids have discovered us, let's just kill them and take the stuff."

Han Qingshan nodded, saying, "Foolish! Feiyun Manor has countless skilled fighters. Even among the younger generation, many are no less powerful than you or me. To attack without understanding the situation would only lead to more harm than good."

Yun closed his folding fan and said with a smile, "Senior Han is indeed wise. I, Yun, admire you greatly."

Han Qingshan frowned and said sharply, "You are Yun? You are the so-called Young Master of Liaodong? Hahaha, I never expected it would be you escorting that treasure to Shaolin. If it were your senior brother Zhao Feihu or Zhao Feibao, I would still be somewhat wary and dare not easily confront them. But if it's you, I feel much more at ease."

"What do you mean?" Yun frowned and said coldly.

"Rumor has it that the Young Master of Liaodong is a confidant of the drunken. In my opinion, you are nothing but a show-off with oily hair, naturally not worthy of my attention."

With that, Han Qingshan threw away his folding fan, and his hands, which had somehow become covered in iron gloves, assumed a fighting stance against Lin Feihong.

Yun smiled faintly upon hearing this, then turned to look at the setting sun and said, "What a setting sun! Though it is only a lingering glow, it will eventually be stained with the filth of rats. How pitiful, how lamentable!"

Shangguan Qing also looked up at the setting sun and suddenly felt that everything before her was so beautiful, so captivating.

"A green robe against the setting sun, a smile facing the evil spirits."

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