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The summer sun began to shine brightly on the hill. The sky, which had been quiet a second ago, suddenly erupted into chaos. Among the scattered rocks in the forest, a group of people rushed out with weapons in their hands. Their faces were ferocious, and their roars were like wild beasts. They were hysterical and intimidating.
"Kill him —"
"There's an ambush —"
"Kill him, kill him —"
"Luo Za —"
Countless shouts intertwined with each other. Seventy or eighty people were not a lot, but when they suddenly appeared in front of one or two people, it was like a sea of people. Lin Chong's figure shot out like an arrow from the side. In the blink of an eye, four or five people charged at him. Flying knives, flying locusts, and other hidden weapons greeted him first. These people had just thrown out their hidden weapons when they saw that the troublemaker was already in front of them. He crashed into a person's chest and continued to advance.
The person next to him couldn't stop in time and could only swing his knife in a hurry. Lin Chong's figure flashed past and grabbed a person's neck. He didn't stop. That person stumbled back and bumped into a comrade's leg. He wanted to swing his knife, but his wrist was pressed against his chest by Lin Chong. Lin Chong snatched the knife and swung it.
The first person Lin Chong bumped into flew back seven or eight feet and crashed into a tree. He spat out blood, his sternum caved in. On this side, Lin Chong charged into the crowd like a whirlpool. Three or four bandits were sent flying or tripped by Lin Chong. As he ran, he casually slashed a few times with his saber. Enemies were still spreading in all directions, so Lin Chong hurriedly stopped in his tracks, wanting to chase after this troublemaker who had suddenly appeared.
The small forest was sparse. Lin Chong's figure moved in a straight line. He swung his knife three times, and three bandits who came face to face with him tumbled out with blood. There were already seven or eight people chasing after him, but they couldn't keep up with his speed. Nearby, an expert with messy hair and two knives in his hands rushed over. He wanted to cut off Lin Chong's side, but by the time he got close, he was already behind Lin Chong. This person screamed and slashed at Lin Chong's back a few times. Lin Chong just moved forward, and the blade was left behind. First, he took a step, and then he opened up a distance of two or three steps. The dual saber expert chased after him with all his might in embarrassment and anger, his expression becoming more and more crazed.
The dual blade wielder was the "Mad Swordsman" Roza of the nearby Brass Bull Stockade. Among the nine ringleaders of the Brass Bull Ridge, the Mad Swordsman was ranked seventh. He had some fame in the Greenwood Forest. But at this moment, Lin Chong didn't care who was in front of him or behind him. He just kept charging forward. A minion with a spear stabbed at him from the front. Lin Chong met the tip of the spear head on, and the steel saber in his hand slashed along the shaft of the spear. Blood burst out, and the edge of the saber cut open the minion's hands. Lin Chong's saber didn't stop there. He swung it in a circle and threw it behind him. The spear fell to the ground.
When Roza saw that the troublemaker had finally been blocked, he raised his two sabers and ran even faster, but he saw the steel saber whistling behind him. He tilted his head, and the blade flew past his cheek, hitting the chest of a minion behind him. Before Roza could straighten his body, the spear that had fallen to the ground suddenly jumped up as if it had come to life.
The spear technique contained the Phoenix Nod technique. At this moment, the tip of the spear that had fallen to the ground was like a phoenix suddenly raising its head. It stopped in front of Roza for a moment, then was dragged forward by Lin Chong.
Roza brandished his two sabers and ran forward a few steps before his steps became crooked. His knees gave way, and he fell to the ground. He got up, ran a step, and then fell again.
When Lin Chong had dragged the spear, Roza hadn't been able to stop in time. His throat had collided with the tip of the spear, and the spear had cut through his throat. In the Central Plains, the Seventh Boss of the Bronze Bull Stronghold was a ruthless character whose name shook the region. At this moment, he was only chasing the back of that figure, but he had died on the tip of the spear. The bandits behind him brandished their sabers and spears, shouting and rushing past his position. Some of them looked at him in horror, but the man in front of them did not stop. He thrust his spear to the east and to the west, and three bandits who were rushing toward him tumbled into the grass. Their bodies twitched, and blood kept spurting out from their wounds.
These years, the Jurchens and the fake Qi had occupied the Central Plains. Most of the people led miserable lives. Those who had some martial arts skills became bandits, and it was common for them to gather together in cities of all sizes. The chaotic times had destroyed the last trace of warmth in the forest. The mountain bandits usually raised the flag of resistance to the Jin, and most of their business was still with the Han people. Years of living on the edge of a knife had created their ferocious nature. Even though the sudden accident caught them off guard, they still roared and surged forward.
On the other side, the messenger that they had intercepted was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had also cut into the crowd at the edge of the forest. The heavy octagonal mixed copper rod broke upon contact, and he dragged the pursuing crowd with him as he killed his way into the forest. At the same time that five or six people fell, more people rushed over.
Experts fought with fewer people, but the two of them chose a similar method. They both rushed into the forest at high speed, using their movement skills to move quickly, and not letting the enemy gather. But this time, Shi Jin was the main target. There were many leaders of the Bronze Bull Stronghold gathered here. Lin Chong's sudden change in situation meant that only the Seventh Boss, Roza, went to intercept him.
Tang Kan, the leader of the Bronze Bull Stronghold, had been a ruthless kingpin in the forest for more than ten years. Over the years, life in the outside world had become more and more difficult. With his ruthlessness, he had made the days of the Bronze Bull Stronghold better and better. This time, he had obtained a lot of money and goods to kill the Eight-Arm Dragon King. If the Red Peak Mountain was still here, he would not dare to have such an idea. However, the Red Peak Mountain had long been in internal strife. After the Eight-Arm Dragon King was defeated by Lin Zongwu, he was regarded as one of the top martial arts grandmasters in the world. Tang Kan had the idea to do a good job and make a name for himself.
No matter how powerful a martial arts grandmaster was, they could not defeat an elephant. These years, the Bronze Bull Stronghold had recruited many desperadoes with their bloodthirsty and ruthless methods, but because their methods were too cruel, the nearby government had suppressed them heavily. If the stronghold wanted to develop further, it would have to make a name for itself. Killing the lone Eight-Arm Dragon King was the best way to get a good reputation. As for whether a good reputation was good or bad, people could live well with a bad reputation. Only people without a good reputation would starve to death.
He had received news that this time, all the experts in the stronghold had come out. They were all ruthless people who did not fear death after receiving the settlement allowance. At this time, Shi Jin dodged the rain of arrows and rushed into the forest. His staff technique was famous in the world, and no one could fight him head-on. However, Tang Kan commanded his subordinates to surround and kill him. In a moment, the other party's speed was slightly slowed down. The Eight-Arm Dragon King had encountered more than one or two interceptions along the way. He was already injured. As long as they could slow him down, the crowd would swarm him, and he would not necessarily have four heads and eight arms.
This Shi Jin was already one of the strongest people in the world. Even if the so-called "righteous people" came to help, it was not as if the Bronze Bull Stronghold had not killed one or two of them. Who knew that not long after, the killing from the side behind them had extended. In the blink of an eye, they had gone from the south to the north of the forest. The people in the stronghold there did not stop them. On this side, Shi Jin dashed left and right in the crowd in the forest. The desperadoes shouted hysterically and rushed forward, but on the other side, someone was already shouting, "This guy is powerful …"
"Stop him, stop him …"
"Motherf * cker, I will skin you, skin you, and kill your whole family …"
This roar was full of panic. Tang Kan was rushing towards Shi Jin with his men. At this time, he shouted again, "Luo Zha …" Someone replied, "The Seventh Master is dead, this guy is difficult to deal with." At this time, the battle cries in the forest were like a tide. There were people with knives and arrows, and there were people who were injured and fell to the ground. The smell of blood filled the air. He heard Shi Jin shout, "Good marksmanship, which hero is this!" The forest was originally a small slope. He was above and could already see the figure with a spear walking below.
The figure said, "To the south!" As his internal energy was released, the calm voice spread like a surging tide. Tang Kan's scalp went numb when he heard it. This person who suddenly came to kill was actually a master who was not inferior to Shi Jin. In an instant, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his men, "We can't leave …"
More than eighty people surrounded and killed two people, and one of them was even injured. So what if they were grandmasters?
They didn't run far before they saw a figure with a spear passing through the forest. Behind him, more than ten people chased with all their might, but they couldn't catch up. A small leader of Bronze Bull Stronghold rushed over. That person ran while stabbing with his spear, and the body of the small leader was thrown onto the road. It looked so natural that it was as if he had voluntarily used his chest to receive the tip of the spear.
The figure looked at Tang Kan from afar and went around the top of the forest. There were many elites from Bronze Bull Stronghold here, and they were all running to kill Shi Jin. Tang Kan watched as the spear-wielding man made a semicircle from above and rushed down, locking Tang Kan in his field of vision.
"Stop him! Kill him … "Tang Kan swung the twin hammers in his hands and shouted. But the figure was faster than he imagined. He crouched down and used the momentum of the descent to turn into a straight gray line that extended forward.
Beside Tang Kan were also experts from Bronze Bull Stronghold. At this time, four or five people were already in a row in front of him. Everyone looked at the figure that was rushing over, and they were vaguely stunned. The whistling sound spread out. The figure did not hold a spear, and his running footsteps were like an iron ox plowing the ground. Too fast.
Several people attacked at almost the same time, but the figure was faster than what they could see. He suddenly rushed into the crowd, and at the moment of contact, he forced a path through the gaps between the weapons. This kind of human wall was brutally broken by a person. Tang Kan had never seen such a situation before. He only saw a huge threat suddenly rushing over like a fierce flood. He held the twin hammers in his hands and smashed down. Lin Chong's body was even faster. His shoulders had already squeezed in, and his right hand pushed up from between Tang Kan's hands, directly hitting Tang Kan's chin. His entire jaw, along with the teeth in his mouth, completely shattered in an instant.
Thud thud thud thud. The high-speed collision did not stop. Tang Kan's entire body flew up, turning into a diagonal line that extended dozens of feet. He was then pressed down by Lin Chong. The back of his head first hit the ground, and then his body twisted and tumbled, crashing into a pile of rubble with a rumble. Lin Chong's clothes were torn in this collision. As he continued to move forward, steam rose from his head.
A few Bronze Bull Stronghold minions were not far in front of him. He swung his arms a few times, but his footsteps did not stop. The minions hesitated for a moment. Some kept retreating, while others turned and ran.
A voice came from the forest above, "It's Brother Lin …" There was some hesitation in the voice. On Shi Jin's side, there were still some people fighting with him, but the chaos had already spread.
Some of the leaders of Bronze Bull Stronghold still wanted money. They led people to surround and kill Shi Jin or fight with Lin Chong. However, after Tang Kan's death, this chaotic scene could no longer trap the two. Shi Jin casually killed a few people and ran out of the forest with Lin Chong. At this time, there were also members of the Bronze Bull Stockade running and fleeing. The two of them did not travel far to the south. In the col, they could see the bandits riding horses. Some of them came over and rode away. Lin Chong and Shi Jin each rode a horse and followed the mountain road to the south. At this time, Shi Jin was sure that the brother in front of him was Lin Chong, whom he had not seen for more than ten years. He was overjoyed. He was seriously injured, but at this time, he ran as if he did not feel it.
The two used to be good friends in Liangshan, but those things were memories from more than ten years ago. Now that they met again, the passionate young man had turned into a middle-aged man. There were many things that he could not say for a moment. When they came to a stream in the mountains, Shi Jin stopped his horse and signaled for Lin Chong to stop. He laughed boldly and got off the horse. He said, "Brother Lin, let's rest here. I have injuries, and I need to treat them … It is not a peaceful journey. It is not good to be reckless."
Lin Chong nodded.
It was noon, and the two temporarily stopped by the stream. Shi Jin bandaged his wounds and talked about how he looked for Lin Chong after Liangshan was destroyed. "That was more than ten years ago. I looked for you everywhere, but I did not hear from you. Later, I went to Red Peak Mountain and asked people to ask about you. I thought you were dead. Now that I see you are fine … it is really good."
When they first met, Shi Jin was still young, and Lin Chong was not middle-aged. Shi Jin was chivalrous, but he respected people who were literate and gentle. He always called Lin Chong brother. Back then, the nine-striped dragon had grown into an eight-armed dragon king. His words were filled with the richness of the years of tempering. He said it casually, but in fact, he had spent a lot of effort to find Lin Chong.
In the past few days, Lin Chong's mood had been fluctuating in grief and indignation. He did not care much about this matter. At this time, he suddenly met his former brother. In his gloomy mood, he felt as if he had been separated from this world for a lifetime. As Shi Jin bandaged his wounds, he talked about his experiences and what he had seen over the years. He could see that there was something wrong with his elder brother's state. More than ten years had passed, and the Central Plains had changed several times. Heroes and commoners had risen and fallen, and each had endured the torment of this world. Back then, Leopard Head had carried a blood feud, but his emotions were still restrained. At this time, the alienation and despair had been released. Earlier in the forest, Lin Chong had run quickly. His spear technique had reached perfection, but when he attacked, he was exceptionally calm and indifferent. This was a feeling that Grandmaster Zhou did not have when he killed the Golden Man.
Although Shi Jin was more willing to believe in his former elder brother, in this half of his life, Liangshan had been destroyed by internal strife, and so had Crimson Peak. It was fine for him to travel alone, but this time, the mission to the south was important, so he had to be vigilant.
After talking for a while, Shi Jin finished bandaging his wounds. On the other side, Lin Chong caught two rabbits and started a fire by the stream. Shi Jin asked, "Elder Brother Lin, where have you been all these years?"
Lin Chong was silent for a while. As he roasted the rabbits over the fire, he reached out and pressed his head. He recalled something and smiled slightly. "Actually, Brother Shi, I saw you once."
"Hmm?"
"A few years ago, in a place called Nine Wood Ridge, I and … opened an inn there. You passed by and had a small quarrel with a group of Jianghu people. At that time, you were already the famous eight-armed dragon king. Everyone knew about the fight against the Golden Man … I didn't come out to see you. "
"Oh …"
Shi Jin nodded, but he was thinking about where Nine Wood Ridge was. He had been unusually busy these past few years, so he didn't remember these small things.
"I also know about many of your things. You're famous all over the world." Lin Chong lowered his head and smiled slightly. Thinking back, he had heard about this brother's deeds all these years. How could he not be moved and feel honored? At this time, he said slowly, "As for me … after Liangshan was destroyed, I was near Yiyuan … and met Master. He said I was cowardly and didn't recognize me as a disciple anymore. Later … some brothers of Liangshan turned against me and wanted to take me as a reward. At that time, I didn't want to kill anymore, so I was chased into the river. Later … I was saved by a widow in a small village …"
As the flames crackled, Lin Chong spoke slowly and in a low voice. Facing Shi Jin, he calmed down a little. However, he still found it difficult to remember many things. Shi Jin did not rush him. He waited for Lin Chong to stop thinking for a while before saying, "I killed those bastards. Then … "
"I was completely disheartened. I didn't want to get involved in the martial world anymore, so I stayed there." Lin Chong lowered his head and smiled. Then, he tilted his head with difficulty. "That widow … was called Xu … Jin Hua. She was fierce. Later, we lived together … I remember that village was called …"
Lin Chong recalled as he spoke. The rabbit was quickly roasted. The two tore it apart and ate it. Lin Chong talked about the situation in the village where he used to live in seclusion. He talked about all sorts of trivial things and the changes in the outside world. His memory was chaotic, like flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water. Lin Chong would occasionally add a sentence or two about what he was doing at that time. Their memories merged. Sometimes, Lin Chong could even smile. When he talked about children and life in Canton of Vaud, the cicadas chirped in the forest. Lin Chong's tone slowed down. Occasionally, he would be silent for a long time. The stream in the valley gurgled and the clouds in the sky parted. Lin Chong leaned against a tree and said in a low voice, "In the end, she still died …"
"Who did it?"
Lin Chong smiled. "Someone called Qi Ao." After saying this, he smiled again and reached out to press his forehead.
Shi Jin said, "My nephew also …"
Lin Chong did not speak. Shi Jin punched a rock. "How can we let him live for long!"
"You recover first," Lin Chong said. Then, he added, "He won't live."
There were birds chirping in the woods, and the surroundings were even quieter. The two sat there diagonally opposite each other. Although Shi Jin was angry, he did not speak. He just leaned his body against the trunk behind him. These years, he was known as the Eight-armed Dragon King, but he had not lived a peaceful life. In the entire Central Plains, there was no peace and stability to speak of. Fighting with the Jins, being besieged and slaughtered, enduring hunger, these were all common occurrences. He had seen Han families being massacred, or taken to the north as slaves, the tragedy of women being raped, and even the most tragic of all, swapping children for food, he had seen it all too many times. What hero? There were also sorrows and joys. Who knew how many times Shi Jin had felt a pain so deep that it wanted to dig out his heart and liver. It was nothing more than gritting his teeth and using his life on the battlefield to balance it out.
This kind of pain had befallen his elder brother. There was no need to ask about the details. Even in the south, none of the thousands of "hungry ghosts" had suffered less misfortune than this. Just because thousands of people had suffered misfortune did not mean that this side was not worth mentioning. It was just that it was meaningless to ask why at this time. Even the details were meaningless.
He sat for a long time and let out a breath. "Actually, Brother Lin, in these years, I have been a great hero respected by everyone in Red Peak Mountain. Impressive, right? There is a woman in the mountain that I like very much. We made an appointment to get married when the world is a little more peaceful … Two years ago, she suddenly died in a small battle. Many times, it is like this. Before you can even react, the world has changed. After people die, their hearts are empty. " He clenched his fist and gently hammered his chest. Lin Chong turned his eyes to look at him. Shi Jin stood up from the ground. He had been sitting casually for too long, or he had let down his guard in front of Lin Chong. His body swayed a few times, and Lin Chong also stood up.
"In fact, sometimes in this world, there is really fate." Shi Jin said and walked to the luggage on the side. "This time I went south, I brought something with me. Along the way, I was thinking why I brought him. When I saw Brother Lin, I suddenly felt that … maybe there really is fate. Grandmaster Zhou has been dead for ten years, and he stayed in the north for ten years … Brother Lin, when you see this, you will be happy … "
Shi Jin picked up the long package and took off half of the cloth cover. It was an old spear. The spear was thrown by Shi Jin, reflecting the sunlight. Lin Chong reached out to catch it.
Under the sunlight, there was a soft "buzz".
Black Dragon Falls …
Something surged from the bottom of his heart. Many years ago, when he was a teenager in the Imperial Boxing School, as one of the most talented disciples under Zhou Dong, he had played with and polished his master's spear many times. Although Zhou Dong was strict, he didn't care about weapons. Sometimes, a group of disciples used the Black Dragon Falls to compete, and it was not a big deal.
"F * ck you … coward …" In the dark courtyard, the old man kicked.
Memories and regrets were like the tip of a spear, sprinting across dozens of years. Lin Chong let out an indescribable groan. The long spear in his hand was like a blazing charcoal, reflecting the sunlight, making him unable to look directly at it. He held the long spear in his hand for a moment, and then with a swish, the long spear stabbed into the round stone beside him. In the valley, the Black Dragon Falls more than three feet into the stone, standing straight there, pointing straight to the sky.
"… Good!"
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