Chapter 108: The Small Sword Contest at Mount Hua

The Western Poison and the Northern Beggar are equally famous in the world, and are old enemies. They have clashed many times before, and it is difficult to determine the winner.

Since the second sword meeting on Mount Huashan, one has been hiding in the Central Plains, while the other has been hiding in Lingnan, and they have never met.

Although Ouyang Feng's mind was confused, he practiced the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, and his martial arts became more and more bizarre, and the more bizarre, the stronger he became. Although Hong Qigong practiced only a small part of the Nine Yin Manual, it was better to practice it in a normal way than in a reverse way. When combined with his original martial arts, although he didn't know much, he was not inferior to the West Poison.

The two men made great progress in this meeting. Their moves were sophisticated and their every move was powerful.

Two figures were seen coming and going, making a whirring sound when crossing each other, like a strong wind, stirring up snowflakes into the sky. The palms intersected, rumbling like the heavy beating of a heavenly drum, and the palms swept to the ground, leaving dents. Yang Guo was terrified. Ouyang Feng was his adoptive father, and they had a deep friendship, but Hong Qigong was generous and heroic, and his chivalrous demeanor impressed him at first sight. Moreover, he knew that he had taught his mother martial arts, so what his mother had taught him must have been Hong Qigong's martial arts. In this case, this was his own master grandfather, and he did not want either of them to be injured or suffer, so he immediately shouted, "Dad, father-in-law, stop fighting."

Hong Qigong suddenly laughed and said, "Stinky Toad, there are too many people here to shock the world. Do you dare to follow me to Mount Huashan and fight for seven days and seven nights?"

Ouyang Feng said coldly: "Am I afraid of you?"

The two men separated and ran towards Huashan side by side. Yang Guo, concerned about their safety, followed closely behind.

The Ancient Tomb Clan was known for their Qinggong skills, and they were considered the best in the world. Yang Guo's martial arts and internal strength were not that great, but his Qinggong skills were indeed quite good.

However, in a blink of an eye, the three men's running speed was clearly distinguished. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng walked side by side, while Yang Guo was within a shot's reach.

Feng Yi was thinking in his mind, and he didn't compare himself with Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng. He just followed Yang Guo slowly.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were running and fighting, and the two were able to keep up.

Feng Yi sighed and said, "It seems that Huashan will become the burial place for the two of them."

Yang Guo glared at Feng Yi and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Feng Yi sneered: "How can you achieve great things if you are so impulsive and irritable?

Do you know the past of these two people? They will not give up until the winner is determined.

But they are all old men in their eighties. Although they have profound skills, their energy is no longer what it used to be. If they fight for a long time, there will be disaster. "

Yang Guo saw that wherever the two men passed, trees were broken and rocks were cracked, just like a hurricane. It was really shocking. He thought that if anyone was not careful and got hit by a punch or a kick, they would definitely die. Thinking of this, he became more worried and asked, "What should we do then?"

Feng Yi said: "I will find a chance to separate the two of you later and entangle Hong Qigong, and you hold Ouyang Feng and pull him away."

Yang Guo sighed: "My foster father is not smart, I'm afraid I can't stop him..."

Feng Yi shook his head and said, “Others can’t stop it, but you can’t.

You just said that you were bullied and wanted to take him to get revenge. With Ouyang Feng's overbearing personality, how could he let his son be bullied and just ignore it?"

Yang Guo nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll do as you say!”

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Take your foster father away and see if you can help him regain consciousness. If you can help him remember the method of cultivating snake venom, that would be great."

Yang Guo frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "The poison of the West Poison is truly endless and miraculous."

Yang Guo was shocked and asked loudly, “What did you say?”

Feng Yi turned his head and saw Yang Guo's face full of misery. He suddenly remembered that his father died from Ouyang Feng's snake venom. This was a poke in his lungs, so he said: "I didn't mean to stir up your sadness.

But what Master Hong said just now is right. Why do we practice martial arts? Is it really just for women? "

Yang Guo's mind moved: "Yes, what is the purpose of practicing martial arts, Eunuch Hong? I used to practice martial arts to compete with Guo Fu and the Big and Small Wu, but now I don't want to compete with them, so why do I practice martial arts?"

Feng Yi said: "Good people practice martial arts to be chivalrous and righteous, while bad people practice martial arts to bully the weak and oppress the good.

Neither you nor I are selfless and chivalrous good people, so we have to kill more Tartars and do more good things for the Han people, so that our martial arts skills will not be in vain.

And your adoptive father's poison is a powerful weapon. Think about it carefully!"

Even as the two were talking, they had already reached the foot of Mount Hua. The two figures of Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng flew up the mountain like flying arrows and swift as a hurricane, and turned into black dots in an instant.

Huashan is one of the Five Great Mountains in China. It is located in the middle of Qinling Mountains and has been famous for its majestic and steepness since ancient times. In winter, Huashan is even more desolate. Because of the snow, the whole mountain is covered with white.

As the saying goes, "There is only one road to Mount Huashan." There is only one narrow path from the foot of the mountain to the top. You can either go one-sided or walk along the ridge. It is extremely dangerous. There is a deep abyss beside the road and there are no guardrails on the road. If you slip while walking, you will fall to death. The so-called "Ear-Crushing Rock" comes from this.

However, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were completely unaware of the danger. They saw the two men, with the north wind blowing on their collars and their feet treading on ice and snow, fighting with all their might on the path which was only a foot wide, causing the snow on the mountain to fall off in large chunks.

The flying snow rushed towards Feng Yi and Yang Guo below, pouring into their collars, and the two of them swung it away with the flick of their sleeves.

Yang Guo saw that if the two of them fought here, they would be crushed to pieces if they made the slightest mistake. It was twice as dangerous as fighting on the ground. He was worried, but he didn't dare to stop them, for fear of disturbing the two's minds.

This scene made Feng Yi's heart beat faster, and he thought, "If we fight here, I'm afraid I will lose because courage is the most important. Besides, their Nine Yin Manual skills are much better than mine."

Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were now older, and although their energy had declined, their martial arts skills had reached perfection, and their moves were deep, steady and wonderful. Wherever they went, the road was steep and difficult, but they walked as if it were flat ground.

Yang Guo was originally very worried, but after seeing that the two of them always managed to escape danger, he stopped worrying about their safety and focused on watching their martial arts.

He only knew bits and pieces of the Nine Yin Manual, but sometimes he saw the moves used by the two men coincide with the essence of the manual, and sometimes his adoptive father's moves were completely opposite. He could not help but be surprised and thought to himself: "It turns out that a simple sentence in the manual has so many derivations and changes.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng fought all the way to Qianchi Chuang and arrived at a spacious platform. Ouyang Feng took two steps back, squatted slightly, and with a "gu" sound, he pounced at Hong Qigong with his palm.

Yang Guo looked anxious and said, "Toad Kung Fu, why don't you go?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait until the two of them are tired of fighting!"

He knew that the two would not die immediately, and it would be useless to go up now.

Hong Qigong used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms immediately, and the two great skills showed their power.

Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill accumulated unparalleled power. He contracted and released his palms, one defending and the other attacking. Hong Qigong's palm wind was whistling, and he forced them away. He immediately changed his feet and moved around his opponent. Ouyang Feng's palms circled around his body, making a whistling sound, and he was able to keep out the wind and rain.

Feng Yi looked carefully and saw Ouyang Feng pushing and sending with his palms, while Hong Qigong released and retracted his palm power. It seemed simple, but in fact the palm power was extremely changeable. Feng Yi secretly praised in his heart.

“Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” was originally “Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms”. It is neither extremely hard nor extremely soft, but rather a superb martial art.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the leader of the Clan, Xiao Feng, was born with extraordinary talents and was blessed with unique martial arts skills. His 28 Dragon Subduing Palms were unstoppable and could break through anything, which was even better than that of his master, the leader of the Clan, Wang Jiantong. He challenged all the heroes in the world to a duel, and few could withstand even a few of his moves. He was so powerful that the heroes were helpless.

However, Xiao Feng was expelled from the Beggars' Sect because of his Khitan identity. He simplified the twenty-eight palms by reducing ten palms to form the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He taught it to his sworn brother Xu Zhuzi of Lingjiu Palace in front of Yanmen Pass and asked him to pass it on to the Beggars' Sect.

Xu Zhuzi also incorporated the essence of Xiaoyao School's martial arts, taking its essence and applying it on a grand scale, making this set of palm techniques even more powerful and becoming the pinnacle of external martial arts.

The technique was passed down to Hong Qigong, who performed it when he was having a sword fight with Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng and others on the summit of Mount Huashan. Wang Chongyang and others all praised it.

Hong Qigong's martial arts are unique from the outside to the inside. Originally, it is pure yang and extremely rigid, but when the rigidity reaches its extreme, there will naturally be softness within the rigidity. This is the principle of "old yang gives birth to young yin" in the Book of Changes. Therefore, in many of his palm techniques, hard and soft strength are mixed into one and cannot be distinguished. After he practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures, his internal strength continued to improve and his palm techniques became even more perfect.

Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill is a top-notch martial art in the world. This martial art uses stillness to control movement, and the whole body accumulates strength, which is not released. As long as the enemy attacks, there will be an extremely fierce counterattack, which is powerful enough to compete with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

More than ten years ago, Ouyang Feng was mentally disturbed, but he practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures in reverse, and turned it around. His internal strength was greatly improved, and his Toad Skill became even more superb and powerful.

This fierce fight was a feast for the eyes for Feng Yi and Yang Guo.

Unfortunately, although both of them had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, their energy had declined as they grew older. After practicing more than a thousand moves, both of them felt breathless, their hearts were beating fast, and their hands and feet were inevitably slow.

Feng Yi had been watching the fight coldly, in order to see the two men's martial arts skills clearly and wait for the best time to attack. At this time, he patted Yang Guo on the shoulder and said, "The time has come, remember my words.

Yang Guo shuddered and said, “Okay.”

Feng Yi said: "Then let's meet at the Heroes Conference!"

Before Yang Guo could reply, Feng Yi had already floated to Ouyang Feng's side and lightly punched him. The punch was as light as a feather, yet hard as iron, and the power of the punch had already covered thirteen vital points on Ouyang Feng's back.

Ouyang Feng was startled and quickly raised his palm to block the attack. Hong Qigong was stunned. He naturally would not take advantage of this.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi smiled slightly, did not take over from Ouyang Feng, turned around, pulled out the folding fan from his waist, used the fan instead of a sword, and pointed it at Hong Qigong's waist in an unpredictable manner.

Feng Yi knew that he could not beat Hong Qigong in terms of boxing and kicking, so he used the fan to perform sword skills. This fan was used by Huo Du and was made of pure steel. His sword skills were fantastic and sharp, and his momentum was like a rainbow. Hong Qigong did not dare to be negligent. He dodged to the side and grabbed his wrist with his grappling hand. Feng Yi's sword skills were exquisite. When the fan was halfway, he flicked it horizontally, and a gust of wind shot towards the Quchi point on his wrist.

At this time, Ouyang Feng roared like a tiger and was about to pounce, but he heard Yang Guo shouting, "Dad, Dad, stop hitting me, someone is bullying me."

Ouyang Feng was stunned.

Yang Guo hugged him and asked softly, "Dad, where have you been these days?"

Ouyang Feng stared and said, "I'm looking for you."

Ever since he separated from Yang Guo, he started looking for his son again. Huashan was the place where he had two sword fights, so he was very familiar with the vicinity. He was circling here and heard Hong Qigong talking, which made him even more familiar with the place, so he came over and started a battle.

Yang Guo felt a pang in his chest, thinking, "After all, there are people in this world who love me so sincerely." He pulled his arm and said, "Dad, you are Ouyang Feng. This senior Hong Qigong is a good man, so don't fight with him."

Ouyang Feng pointed at Hong Qigong and shouted, "He is Hong Qigong, I am Ouyang Feng." He looked at Hong Qigong, then at Yang Guo, his eyes wide open, trying hard to recall and think.

Feng Yi launched a quick attack, and Hong Qigong had never seen such a sword technique before, so he was forced to retreat several feet. Feng Yi shouted, "Brother Yang, have you forgotten what I said? Take him away!"

Before he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng suddenly shouted, "Old beggar, if we can't win by boxing, let's fight with weapons."

He turned around and broke off a branch, removed the leaves and branches to make it into a stick, and hit Hong Qigong on the head with it again.

Yang Guo immediately realized that something was wrong and leaped forward, but it was too late and he caught nothing.

Ouyang Feng's snake staff was extremely powerful in the past. Although there is no snake on the staff now, the wind from the staff made Feng Yi and Hong Qigong's eyes blurry.

Feng Yi secretly cursed Yang Guo for being disobedient.

No matter how smart Yang Guo was, he didn't have the advantage of foresight. He couldn't imagine how these two people could die with their amazing martial arts. He also didn't know that Ouyang Feng's hatred for Hong Qigong was deeply engraved in his mind.

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As for Feng Yi's words, Yang Guo responded nicely, but it was his nature not to completely trust people, and that was something he could not change, so he wanted to wait until he had things clear with Ouyang Feng before seeing what happened.

Hong Qigong already understood Feng Yi's intention, and when he heard Ouyang Feng calling him an old beggar, it was obvious that he finally remembered something. He had no intention of fighting anymore, but Ouyang Feng wouldn't give in, so he had no choice but to grab the wooden stick and fight with him.

Hong Qigong's Dog Beating Stick Technique is unrivaled in the world, but he is reluctant to use it easily. Apart from this, he has many other exquisite stick techniques, which he uses one by one at this moment.

This fight was completely different from the previous fight of fists and feet. The staff was like a dancing snake, and the stick was like a nimble dragon. Some were like a rainbow across the sky, and some were like a meteor chasing the moon. The stagnant parts were like a black snake winding around a branch, and the agile parts were like a black dragon riding a cloud.

Yang Guo was just fascinated by what he saw.

Feng Yi saw this and realized that the two men were so skilled in martial arts that it was a matter of luck to decide who would win. No wonder they both died.

Suddenly he said, "Brother Yang, you are optimistic. I said that if these two people continue to fight, they will both die. Do you think I am exaggerating?"

Yang Guo remained silent. This was what he thought.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were so skilled in martial arts that they managed to reach Huashan Mountain safely even though they were walking on ice and snow on a narrow path. Now there were several feet of land here, how could something go wrong? How about coaxing a child? Feng Yi knew at a glance that this kid was extremely conceited and thought he was exaggerating. He could still observe martial arts. Seeing this, he ignored him and looked at the snowy scenery with his hands behind his back.

There are clouds and mist, strange rocks and stones, awe-inspiring scenery, evergreen pines and cypresses on the cliffs, and snow piled on the branches. It looks like a fairyland on earth.

All of a sudden, he understood why the Five Great Masters were competing on Mount Hua, and thought, "If Mount Hua had not been solitary and unique, how could they be worthy of competing for the title of the world's number one master!"

Thinking of the first sword contest on Mount Huashan, when the mountain was covered with snow and the five great masters competed for seven days and seven nights, Feng Yi was filled with heroic spirit and could not suppress it, and he could not help but let out a loud roar.

His inner strength was so profound that the roar sounded like a dragon or a tiger, thunder or thousands of horses galloping. The sound echoed through the valleys and heavy snow fell one after another.

When this long roar was uttered, Feng Yi felt relaxed, open-minded, and filled with endless joy.

Feng Yi's roar was so refreshing!

But both Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were not happy during the fight.

They suddenly realized that there was a master around them who could not be ignored.

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Boy, now that we are at Huashan, what's the point of just watching us fight? Wouldn't that be a waste of your martial arts skills?"

Ouyang Feng's cymbal sound also sounded at the right time: "The old beggar is right, I remember you now, your martial arts are very good!"

Feng Yi laughed out loud: "Then it's better to obey than to be respectful!"

As he spoke, he displayed his physical skills and the folding fan split into two, one of which lifted up Hong Qigong's wooden stick, and the other pointed at Ouyang Feng's heart.

Ouyang Feng swung his stick back to block. At this moment, Hong Qigong came over and pointed the stick at Feng Yi's waist acupoint.

Feng Yi was fighting with Ouyang Feng. He jumped back quickly, but the wooden stick retreated faster than him and kept pointing at his waist.

Feng Yi retreated more than ten feet away and swung his fan down to strike. Hong Qigong's wooden stick suddenly retracted, and was slightly raised, pointing at several major acupoints on his chest.

Feng Yi raised his folding fan, and with a sharp "whoosh" sound, the strong wind was blew out and protected his upper body.

Ouyang Feng glared and shouted, and the tree branch broke through the wind and stabbed into his lower abdomen.

Feng Yi was originally fighting against Hong Qigong, but he knew very well that although the tree branch was weak, Ouyang Feng's internal force injected into the tree branch was enough to penetrate the flesh and bones. Even if he had the black silkworm clothes to protect himself, he would still suffer. He immediately grabbed the wooden stick with his left hand, raised his folding fan, drew a circle, and placed it on Ouyang Feng's tree branch, pulling it in and out.

Ouyang Feng felt a heat in his palms and almost let the branch slip out of his hand. He praised it with the word "good".

Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said, "That's great!" He swung his stick and hit Feng Yi.

The stick went straight in, which was not surprising, but it forced Feng Yi to move and dodge.

Ouyang Feng rushed up again, and the branch went up and down, left and right, never leaving the vital parts of Hong Qigong.

Feng Yi saw this scene and shouted: "A chaotic fight is better!"

As he displayed his skills, human figures appeared in all directions, with shadows of fans overlapping, surging towards Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng like waves.

This fight between the three was different from the past.

Feng Yi wants to overwhelm the two old men with his martial arts. Ouyang Feng is mentally confused, but he still has the desire to win. Hong Qigong no longer cares about winning or losing, but he also tries his best to preserve his integrity in his later years.

So despite the howling wind and snow, the three of them moved around freely, and their folding fans, wooden sticks, and tree branches made sounds at the same time, which were even more intense than before, with different sounds and different flavors.

Yang Guo saw the three people advancing and retreating like eagles chasing each other. If someone retreated to the edge of a cliff, his heart would almost burst out of his mouth.

However, the three of them moved like a revolving lantern. Sometimes Feng Yi attacked Hong Qigong, sometimes Hong Qigong attacked Ouyang Feng, and then Ouyang Feng attacked Feng Yi. The three of them fought back and forth for more than two hundred moves, but there was no winner.

This is because Feng Yi is a new force at this time, and he can naturally suppress them by fighting one against one, but this is a chaotic fight between three families.

Hong Qigong is a man of integrity. When Feng Yi was fighting against Ouyang Feng, he attacked Feng Yi as soon as Feng Yi gained the upper hand.

Feng Yi had no choice but to resist, so naturally he couldn't pick it up.

When Feng Yi attacked Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng also attacked him. He couldn't let Hong Qigong get hurt, so he hit Ouyang Feng as well. Hong Qigong immediately stopped attacking him.

When Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong attacked Feng Yi, Hong Qigong did not take advantage of the situation, so Feng Yi was able to resist.

So this has become a cycle. If they continue to fight like this, even if the three of them die of exhaustion, the winner will never be determined.

Yang Guo was naturally fascinated, looking at these two men, then at those two, wondering in his heart which of the three was more powerful.

Suddenly, Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Little guy, do you want to fight one against two?"

Without waiting for Feng Yi to answer, he turned his eyes and smiled at Ouyang Feng, "Old Poisonous Man, if the two of us can't beat a little kid, do you still have the nerve to be so fierce? Let's get rid of this kid first!"

Ouyang Feng shouted, "Good!" and swung the stick to attack Feng Yi. Hong Qigong rushed forward, and the stick flew like lightning, attacking Feng Yi from both sides.

Feng Yi laughed loudly: "That's exactly what I want!" He waved his folding fan, and the wind rustled.

The three men spun around unsteadily, and the weapons in their hands made strange and harsh noises, which was thrilling. In a one-on-one fight, Feng Yi was naturally sure to win at this moment, but once the two of them joined forces, the situation of strength would be reversed immediately.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng had been both enemies and friends for decades. A wooden stick circled and danced, light and agile as a dragon, and he pointed and stabbed at Feng Yi's vital acupoints.

The other one used a branch to pierce, hit and drill, and his moves were unpredictable and extremely strange.

The two men cooperated with each other in perfect harmony. Feng Yi had never seen their martial arts before, so he had to improvise, advancing and retreating, defending and attacking. He finally managed to deal with more than fifty moves, and even though he had strong internal skills, he was sweating profusely.

Ouyang Feng said coldly: "Boy, since you can't beat us, you have no right to meddle in other people's business. I must kill the old beggar! Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You are like a toad yawning, you are so arrogant!" The next moment, the stick that was hitting Feng Yi was swung towards Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was fighting with Feng Yi, but he was attacked unexpectedly. He turned around to let the stick come over. This scene made him extremely angry, and inexplicably familiar. He shouted: "Old beggar, today it's either you or me!" The branches whirred, like birds flying in the forest, stabbing towards Hong Qigong's heart. He no longer paid attention to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi also retreated immediately.

He was at his wit's end.

He wanted to subdue one person, but the other immediately came to his aid and took advantage of the situation. He couldn't defeat both of them together, so what could he do? (End of this chapter)